4 comments/ 59109 views/ 22 favorites Two Days with Ulrike By: boyish_and_obedient When I was in high school there was a girl in my graduating class that I had such a huge crush on. Her name was Ulrike Lagerström. She had a body like a runway model and her long, blonde hair framed her innocent looking face in an artistic way that haunted my dreams. She had long sexy legs and a firm, tiny ass that looked great in her tight jeans. Her waist was tiny and her stomach was utterly flat. Her lips were pouty and kissable and her eyes were green. She had the kind of face you see on the cover of vogue. Her breasts were somewhat small, but they utterly defied gravity and during the warmer months she would sometimes go braless and I could sometimes see her nipples trying to poke through the thin fabric of her dress. All the boys in my school wanted to go out with her. A lot of boys asked her out, including the captain of the swim team, three guys from the football team and one guy who had rich parents and drove a Mercedes. However she always ended up rejecting them. A couple of guys who got shot town told me that she was into some really "kinky shit" and that I should stay away from her. However I kept thinking of Ulike's cute ass and those long dancer's legs and I just didn't care what sort of "kinky shit" she was into. After four years of watching other guys get shot down I finally worked up the courage to ask Ulrike out myself. Graduation and Senior Prom were just days away and if I could go to the prom with Ulrike I would be the envy of every boy in school. I found her in the school parking lot after classes had ended one day and tried to act so cool and so confident. I gave her my most winning smile and she just stared me down like I was some sort of loser. "Why should I go out with you?" She asked. "What's so special about you?" "Well, I was kind of hoping you'd notice I'm cute." I am actually quite good looking. I've got a nice, boyish face and excellent muscle tone and I've got six pack abs from doing thousands and thousands of sit-ups. "Lots of boys in this school are cute," she said. "Why should I go out with you, when I've turned down dozens of other cute boys?" She licked her pouty lips and pulled out her car keys and clicked the button that unlocked her car. If I couldn't think of something soon, she was going to drive away and I was going to fail. "If you go out with me, I'll do anything you want," I replied. "Taking you to the prom is really important to me, so I'll do anything!" "Anything?" she asked. The tone in her voice was somehow playful and malicious at the same time. I probably should have been afraid, but she was wearing a tight, low cut dress that really showed off her boobs. And when she got impatient and sighed in frustration with me her breasts rose up and pressed against the material, giving me a severe reminder of what sort of rewards awaited me if I could win Ulrike over to my side. "Anything," I confirmed. "Very well," she said. "Take off your clothes." I don't know what I had been expecting her to say, but this wasn't it. "Take off my clothes?" I asked in shock. "Here...in the school parking lot?" "You said you would do anything to go out with me. It seems to me that you were not sincere. You're already balking and this is only my first request." Then she opened up the driver's side door to her car and started to get in. I looked around in a panic. Most of the students had already left. I could see a few students still milling about, but they were far away. There was a possibility that if I took my clothes off for just a few seconds that nobody would see me other than Ulrike. "Okay, okay, I'll do it," I practically shouted. "Don't go!" I practically tore my clothes off. I yanked my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it on the asphalt. Then I took off my sneakers and unzipped my jeans. They were tight, so pulling them down was neither quick nor graceful. Then it was time to divest myself of my underwear. I was so nervous about stripping these off I could actually hear the thunderous beat of my own heart in my ears. But I did say "anything", didn't I? Much to my embarrassment, my cock was swollen and erect. Ulrike smirked at this. She cocked her head to one side and smacked my cock with her left hand. I yelped in surprise. "If you want to go out with me, you must understand that I will do whatever I want with your body. That includes your cock too." "But that could hurt," I protested. "You might not know this, but a guy's cock can be kinda sensitive." "If I go out with you, you should be willing to put up with a certain amount of physical and sexual abuse from me. It's sort of a hobby of mine. Is this going to be a problem for you?" I thought about the implications of this, but I eventually decided that this was too important to me for a little physical pain to screw the deal up for me. Besides I had a rather high pain tolerance. All the sit-ups and push-ups and deep knee bends I've done over the past five years can really leave your muscles sore, but I never stopped doing them. I can have incredible willpower and self-discipline when I really want something. "Not a problem," I insisted. "I can take it. Abuse me as much as you think is necessary." "Excellent," she said with real enthusiasm in her voice. And then her smile changed to something that actually looked quite erotic. A few minutes ago she had a look on her face that indicated boredom and disdain for me. Now she was looking at me as if I was something good to eat. "Socks too," she added. "You need to be totally naked." Once I removed my socks from my feet she also told me to remove my watch. She then rolled down the window of the driver's side back seat and I was ordered to throw my watch and all of my clothes into the back seat of her car. I thought of protesting, I mean, what if she drove off with all my clothes and left me naked in the parking lot? But every time I protested she just reminded me that I promised that I would "do anything". I suppose I shouldn't have promised that if I didn't really mean it. So, I tossed my watch and my clothes into the back seat of her car. "Very good," she said. "You're showing real obedience now. I think you might have real potential after all." I let out a sigh of relief. I was making progress now. I might actually succeed where so many others failed. I might actually get Ulrike to go out with me! I'd be the envy of every boy in school! "Now, place your hands behind your head and give us a spin," she said. "I want to get a good look at you." Without hesitation, I did what she said. My swollen, erect cock bobbed up and down slightly as I turned and let her get a look at my naked body in profile and from the rear. "You're blonde. You have a cute ass and a nice body," she finally admitted. "You're slender, but not scrawny. You have excellent muscle tone, but you're not bulky. You're somewhat athletic looking and boyishly cute. I can work with that. But if you want to go out with me, there will have to be some changes." "Changes? What kind of changes?" I could hardly believe I was negotiating terms with her while standing naked in a public place, but there I was. "I despise body hair," she said. "I want you to shave off the hair underneath your underarms. It looks gross. Also shave off all the hair on your cock and balls and around your anus. While you're at it, shave your legs and anywhere else on your body that you can find any hair." This sounded like a lot of work. I was grateful that I didn't have any hair growing on my chest. "Um, okay," I said, making a mental note to buy some more razor blades and shaving cream on the way home. "Come over to my house Friday after school. I'll inspect your naked body and see how well you did in shaving it. If you don't do a good job it will mean no date for the prom." And then she reached into a container underneath the passenger seat of the car and pulled something out. She handed it to me and I stared at it. "It's an enema kit," she explained. "Have you ever seen one before?" "No," I admitted. I really hadn't. This was all new territory for me. "It comes with instructions, "she said. Use it to clean yourself out Friday," she said. "I'll also be inspecting your body to see how well you did at that. If you do a poor job, you get no date for the prom." I promised I'd do a good job and she smiled. "So obedient," she purred. "I think you may be just the sort of boy I've been looking for. What's your name?" "Adam," I said. "Adam Cushing". She smacked my cock one more time and seemed pleased when I didn't protest. Apparently I was learning. She gave me back my pants, t-shirt, socks, shoes and my watch, but she kept my underwear. She said I wasn't to wear any from now on. I promised I wouldn't. She smiled and then wrote down her address and handed it to me. "Friday," she said. "Come to my house and I'll inspect you. If you pass inspection, we'll go on to the next step. If you don't pass inspection, it's all over between you and me." I finished getting dressed and then promised to do my best to pass inspection. Then she drove off and left me all alone in the parking lot. I glanced around and checked to see if anybody was watching me, hoping nobody had seen me strip naked in the parking lot. I seemed to be safe. It didn't look as if anybody had seen me. I let out a sigh of relief and made my own way home. I have developed a newfound respect for females. I never before realized just how tedious and time consuming it was to shave your legs and underarms. I went through four different razors before I was finished and spent about four hours in the bathroom. My mother kept asking me why I was spending so much time in there and I eventually just had to tell her the truth. It was embarrassing to admit, but what else could I tell her? What other excuse could possibly explain why I was spending so much time in the bathroom? She gave me an amused look and I told her that I had lost a bet. Then her look became quizzical, but she left it alone and I felt like I had dodged a bullet. The enema didn't take anywhere near as long as the shaving, but there was a certain feeling of humiliation that came along with bending over naked and squirting cold water up my ass. I was hoping that this was a onetime deal and that Ulrike wouldn't ever ask me to do this again. When Friday night came my stomach was filled with butterflies and my cock was harder than ever. I wanted to jack off over and over again, but I decided instead to get to Ulrike's house as early as possible. I had reasoned that after I saw Ulrike and passed inspection I could jerk off all night long if I wanted to. Passing inspection should be my first priority. I drove out to Ulrike's house and parked my car on the street. I rang the doorbell, but instead of Ulrike there was a woman in her late twenties in a maid's uniform who answered the door. "Yes?" She inquired. "Um, I'm here to see Ulrike. Is she here?" "Are you Mister Cushing?" she inquired, apparently she had been told to expect me. That was somewhat comforting, although I would have felt even better if Ulrike had answered the door. "Yeah, I'm Mister Cushing, "I agreed, "Adam Cushing." "Come inside, Mister Cushing," the maid instructed me. "Miss Lagerström is expecting you." The maid closed the door once I was inside and then I got the first shock of the day when the maid told me to undress. I took two steps back and stared at her as if she was crazy. "Excuse me?" "Undress," the maid repeated. "Miss Lagerström will not see you until you are totally naked. She gave me very specific instructions." I felt really uncomfortable undressing in front of this woman. She was somewhat attractive in a no-nonsense Dana Scully sort of way, but I thought that Ulrike was going to be the only one to see me naked. Bringing servants into the game was changing the rules. For a few seconds I considered refusing. But then I remembered Ulrike's cute heaving breasts and those long, athletic legs that looked so sexy and I decided to make yet another sacrifice for the cause. I stripped naked and to my embarrassment my cock was immediately hard. I felt even more naked and exposed and vulnerable with my cock swollen and pointing straight up like that. And as I stood there extremely naked, lacking even the minimal covering of pubic hair and waiting for the maid to make her next move, I realized that there was even a small amount of pre-come on the tip of my penis. And then to make matters worse, I realized that there was a large mirror behind me. The maid had been able to check out my exposed cock and my naked buttock both at the same time. A quick look in the mirror and I could also see that I was blushing with embarrassment. "Your watch too," the maid said. I didn't really think of the watch as clothing, but I took it off and handed it over. The maid then took my watch and all of my clothes and took them into the next room. I stood off at a distance and asked, "What are you doing?" The maid dropped all of my stuff into a cardboard box which she then proceeded to seal with packing tape. Then she proceeded to take a magic marker and wrote something on the box. "You'll get your clothes back when you leave," the maid informed me. "Miss Lagerström wants you naked the whole time you're here." The maid then placed the cardboard box under her arm and said, "I'll go tell Miss Lagerström that you're here. You're not to move from that spot until I get back." I was shocked at the command, but I stood there naked and watched as the maid walked away with my clothes and my watch. It occurred to me that my wallet and my car keys were in my pants pockets. Now I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. I was effectively a prisoner. I then spent several minutes hypnotized by my own reflection. With my body hair shaved off I looked far more naked and vulnerable than I'd ever looked before in my entire life. And my swollen, erect cock was sticking out almost like it was offering itself up to be touched...or in Ulrike's case probably to be slapped. I was nervous and starting to get scared. I didn't tell anybody I was coming here. If Ulrike's intentions were more nefarious and harmful than I could handle absolutely nobody knew where to go to rescue me. And yet, despite all of this I was more aroused than I had ever been. I couldn't have gotten my erection to go down if I tried. Without my watch I had no idea how long the maid was gone, but it seemed like at least thirty minutes. And I had nothing to do the whole time she was gone except stare at my own naked reflection. Eventually the maid came back, however when she returned my clothes were nowhere to be seen. I wondered where she had put them. I also wondered if Ulrike and her servant were going to make it difficult to get them back. "Miss Lagerström will see you now," the maid announced in a flat tone that conveyed no emotion whatsoever. She then placed a hand on my arm and gripped it firmly with her hand. Her grip was far stronger than I would have thought for a woman her size. Then she led me up the stairs and into Ulrike's bedroom. I couldn't help but feel like I was a prisoner being led by a prison guard to go see the warden. It occurred to me that might be deliberate. Maybe Ulrike wanted me to feel that way. When I was brought into Ulrike's room it actually looked a little bit like a warden's office. There was very little in the way of furniture and her desk was pointed directly at the room's entrance. Ulrike had her hair pulled back and was wearing a crisp white shirt with buttons down the front. She looked like she was dressed for a government job or a corporate office. Her fingers were steepled in front of her and she had a stern look on her face as if she were ready to admonish me for some sort of offense I'd committed. "Step forward into the center of the room," Ulrike commanded. "Then clasp your hands behind the base of your neck and lace your fingers together. And spread your legs. I want your feet at least thirty inches apart." I was uneasy about doing this in front of the maid. "Ulrike," I said uncertain, "couldn't you at least have the maid leave the room before you start...?" But Ulrike interrupted me in mid-sentence. "Be silent," Ulrike commanded. "You said that you would do whatever I required. Are you going to go back on your word the minute you set foot into my room?" When she put it like that I really couldn't argue. I spread my legs and clasped my hands behind the base of my neck. "Now it is time to examine you and see how well you followed my instructions," Ulrike said and then she proceeded to get up from her desk and walk over to where I was standing. She ran her hands all over my body, grabbing my arms, fondling my chest, fondling my underarms, squeezing my nipples, squeezing my thighs, squeezing my calves, fondly and squeezing my buttocks, and of course she spent a lot of time examining touching, examining and squeezing my cock and balls. She cupped my balls in her hands, commenting on how smooth and hairless they seemed. Then she held the shaft of my cock in her hands and slid her hand up and down the shaft. "This seems awfully smooth as well," she commented and turned my cock to the left and to the right, running her fingers up and down it, allegedly looking for any signs of pubic hair. I gasped and my legs trembled when she pulled my buttocks apart and pressed a finger, gently but firmly into my anus. "Don't move!" she commanded. "There's still some body hair back here! How could you come into my house with body hair between your buttocks? I told you how much I despise body hair!" "I'm sorry," I protested, trying desperately not to move while she pushed her finger harder and harder against my sphincter muscle, "but it's not like I can see back there. I had to guess how good a job I was doing when I shaved that part!" "Couldn't you get anyone to assist you?" she inquired. "Doesn't anyone else live with you? Couldn't you have asked anyone in your household for assistance?" "I live with my mother," I explained. "I see no reason why you couldn't have asked her for help," Ulrike retorted. "What?" I said, shocked at the suggestion. "Strip naked in front of my mother and ask her to help shave my asshole? What would she say?" Ulrike then smacked my ass hard and admonished me, "Don't take that tone with me ever! I'm certain by now that your mother knows that he son is a submissive! And if by some miracle she hasn't realized it yet, you should probably tell her!" "Oh God, no! I could never tell her anything like that!" "I don't know why not," Ulrike countered. "My mother knows all about my dominant tendencies. She understands my needs and my preferences." I didn't have an answer to that one and eventually Ulrike just sighed in disgust and said, "Amber, take him to the bathroom and finish shaving him. Bring him back to me when you're through." So, I allowed myself to be taken naked, to the bathroom by the maid and she ordered me to lean over the tub, with my hands against the bathroom tiles and with my legs obscenely far apart. "So, do you get some sort of sexual thrill from shaving naked men that Ulrike brings over to the house," I asked, feeling somewhat sorry for myself and lashing out at the only available target. "If she orders me to scrub the kitchen floor, I scrub the kitchen floor," she said. "If she orders me to shave naked men, I shave naked men. I get paid the same amount either way. It's a job." Amber got soap and hot water and lathered me up and with a few careful strokes she shaved away the body hair hidden between my buttocks. It felt weird having a total stranger touch me back there in that most intimate of places, but as humiliating and debasing as it was, I can only imagine how much worse it would have been if I had somehow talked my mother into doing it. Two Days with Ulrike Ch. 02 Ulrike's playroom was a lot different from what I was expecting. The floor was made of concrete and the walls were cinderblocks and mortar. There were also a number of iron rings set into the floor walls and ceiling. In addition to that there were a number of vertical poles that I originally thought of as whipping posts; however Ulrike preferred to use them to bind me with my arms and legs far apart in a sort of an X position. Shortly after we were in the playroom, Amber and Ulrike worked quickly to make me helpless and bound me with my ankles and wrists far apart between two poles. Leather restraints tightly held my ankles and wrists and those were clipped to iron rings on the two vertical poles. These poles were approximately three feet apart, so my legs were spread obscenely wide. "We're going to leave you like this for several hours," Ulrike informed me. "And if you complain, Amber and I are going to gag you. So, my advice to you is 'Don't complain'". I resolved not to complain, although the position I was holding soon became uncomfortable and sweat began to from on my brow, underarms and torso. As the minutes ticked slowly by, Ulrike or Amber would come in to check on me. Amber would just make certain that I hadn't passed out or pulled a muscle or anything, but Ulrike was much more sadistic and would pinch the tip of my cock or my nipples or some other sensitive part of my anatomy. Sometimes she would trick me by touching me gently, cupping my balls or stroking my inner thigh or something and just when I would get used to her being soft and tender she'd smack my cock. "I can do this again and again," she told me once, gloating over how helpless I was, "and there's nothing you can do to stop me is there?" I struggled hard against the leather restraints at my wrists and ankles. All I managed to do was strain my muscles and break out in sweat all over my body. Then to enhance my feelings of helplessness, she smacked my cock four more times. There was no clock and nothing to do in the playroom, so I would chronically lose track of time. As a result I never really knew how long I was tied up in there, but it seemed like at least two hours later that the door opened and in came a well-groomed, middle-aged woman wearing a V-neck sweater and straight leg jeans. My heart beat at triple its normal speed and I went into panic mode and I felt as if I might pass out from embarrassment and I struggled against my restraints in a vain attempt to cover up my nudity. "Calm down, Adam," the woman said in a soothing tone of voice. "I'm Ulrike's mother. Amber told me that she had a boy tied up in here. I just came to check on you." "What?" I said, incredulous. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that Ulrike's mother would approve of her daughter stripping boys naked and tying them up like this. "I'm well aware of my daughter's extracurricular activities," she calmly explained. "You're not the first boy that she's brought home and paraded around naked. Although you are the first that allowed himself to be tied up naked and helpless. Most of the boys run home as fast as their little feet can carry them when my daughter tries to tie them up." I still felt a sense of panic, being seen naked by Ulrike's mother like this, but I tried hard not to act frightened. My mouth was dry and my whole body began to tremble in nervous embarrassment, but I forced my mouth to form words. "So, you actually approve of your daughter treating boys like this; and under your own roof, no less?" At first Ulrike's mother just gave me a look. It was the sort of look a teacher gives to a student who's especially slow and in need of extra instruction if they're going to learn the material. "My daughter has a very strong dominant personality, Adam," she said. "It's not something that she can just decide to walk away from; just as you cannot walk away from your very obvious submissive personality. And since she'll no doubt be dominating and abusing naked boys whether I approve or not, I'd prefer that she do it under my roof, where I can supervise somewhat and make certain that nobody gets hurt." "Wait! Back up," I said. "What makes you say I have an obvious submissive personality?" She smirked slightly at this and shook her head. "Adam," she said using that same tone of voice, "You've allowed my daughter to strip you naked and tie you up spread eagled between two poles. In addition, your cock and balls are bound up very tightly in a leather bondage device that restricts blood flow and keeps your member hard and erect. Your penis, testicles, thighs, chest and armpits are all utterly lacking in body hair, so I'm assuming that my daughter shaved you...or somehow she talked you into shaving yourself. WHY would you allow yourself to be made so helpless and humiliated if you DIDN'T have a submissive personality?" A lot of answers ran through my mind, but at the moment all of them sounded lame and unconvincing. In the end I didn't bother with a verbal reply and just hung my head in defeat. "Don't feel so bad, Adam," Ulrike's mother said to me. "You've apparently been living in denial, but there's nothing wrong with having a submissive personality. Just be honest about it, and the people around will be able to adjust their behavior around you, accordingly." I felt humiliated and groaned at this and replied, "I can't tell anyone about this. I'd die of embarrassment." "You say that now," she replied, "But my daughter obviously knows about your submissive personality. So does my maid and so do I. And yet you're still alive and in one piece. You're no worse off now than you were yesterday." "I can't tell anybody else about this. I just can't," I said it almost as a chant. "Would you prefer that I tell people for you?" she asked. "When you return home, I could come with you and tell your family." "What?" I asked, stricken with panic. "There's no way! Why would you even ask me a question like that?" "Adam," she said, being slow and patient, "I'm a medical doctor. I've broken news to families when their loved ones were dying of cancer or AIDS. Breaking news to your family about your submissive nature would easy by comparison." "You're a medical doctor?" I asked, feeling slightly less threatened by her presence. After all, medical doctors are supposed to help people. They take a Hippocratic Oath and all that. "Yes, Adam," she said, cupping my chin and forcing me to raise my head so that I was looking her directly in the eye, "And although you look incredibly cute when you blush, it's totally unnecessary. I've seen plenty of naked bodies in my job. Yours is just one more to add to a very long list." And then she paused for a few seconds before adding, "Although most of the men I've seen naked weren't nearly as well-endowed as you." I actually smiled slightly at that. But before I had a chance to say anything in response, Ulrike entered the room. She had changed her clothes at this point. Instead of her dress and high heels, she was now wearing very tight riding jodhpurs, black leather riding boots, a starched white shirt and black leather gloves. I also noticed (somewhat belatedly) that she was carrying a riding crop. "Mother," Ulrike said somewhat cheerfully, "I see you've met Adam! Isn't he adorable?" "He's quite attractive," Ulrike's mother admitted, "and the way he blushes when he's embarrassed is rather cute. Try not to scare this one off." And then she turned to me and said, "think about what I said, Adam. Hiding your true nature from your family doesn't help anyone. You'll be much happier when you're being honest about who you really are." I promised that I'd consider her kind offer and then she noticed the riding crop that Ulrike was carrying. "Ulrike, I hope you're not planning on hitting your young man with that thing," she said. "What?" Ulrike replied. "What not?" "Because; Young lady; it's a riding crop! It was designed for hitting horses to make them run faster! Adam's hide is nowhere near as thick and tough as a horse's hide! If you hit him with a crop with anything more than a gentle "swish", you run the risk of breaking the skin and causing bleeding! And I do NOT want to have to explain to his mother why he ended up bloody after he left my house!" "I'm not going to hit him all that hard, Mother," Ulrike protested. "I know what I'm doing." It was obvious that both Ulrike and her mother were strong-willed people and they both argued their positions back and forth and eventually Ulrike's mother changed the topic of discussion from the riding crop to the leather strap that was tightly bound around the base of my cock and balls. "How long has that cock ring been fastened around the base of that young man's penis?" she asked. "It's not a cock ring, Mother," Ulrike explained. "It's a cock and ball strap." "Nevertheless, how long have you been using it to restrict blood flow and cause unnatural swelling?" Ulrike made an exasperated sighing sound and replied, "For four hours...maybe four and a half." "That's too long," insisted Ulrike's mother, "You need to take it off of him now." "Take it off?" Ulrike loudly exclaimed, "But Mother!" "Cock rings; or in this a cock and ball strap; that are worn for too long can be dangerous. It can cause priapism." "I don't even know what that is," Ulrike protested. "Beside, Adam is young and healthy. I'm sure he'll be fine." "Priapism, Young Lady is a potentially painful medical condition which can occur when an erect penis does not return to its flaccid state within four hours. If you continue to restrict the blood flow and keep your boyfriend's penis all unnaturally swollen and discolored like that, you run the risk of possible nerve damage or even gangrene." "Mother," Ulrike shouted, sounding indignant, "his penis isn't discolored!" "It's a purplish, reddish color," her mother shot back. "That's really not healthy. Now are you going to take that thing off of him, or am I?" My heart was pounding in my chest so hard; I thought it might actually rupture. It was humiliated enough for Ulrike's mother to SEE my exposed penis and testicles, but the thought of her mother actually TOUCHING my erect penis was far too much. A sense of panic washed over me and my breathing quickened and I felt feverish and faint and was no doubt blushing with embarrassment. "In those books by Ann Rice, male slaves have erections that last for four or five," Ulrike said defiantly, "None of them ever get nerve damage or gangrene!" "Young Lady, those books by Ann Rice are works of fiction. Ann Rice can write fictional stories about men who can hold erections for 120 hours straight, but that's a superhuman ability that doesn't exist in the real world. Adam is a real, living breathing human being and I won't allow your erotic hobbies to be the cause of a medical emergency that sends this young man to the emergency room!" Eventually it was decided that Ulrike's mother would remove the strap from my cock and balls. I winced and tried to look away as I felt the older woman's cold hands touch my feverishly hot scrotal sack. It took her a while to find the snap that held the ends of the strap around my ball sack. When she found it the sharp "SNAP" sound of her unsnapping it seemed to fill the room. And then to add to my humiliation, her hands touched the shaft of my cock as she undid the other metal snap. Having my girlfriend's mother touch me in such an intimate place felt a lot like rape, but that's not the sort of thing you can say to your girlfriend or your girlfriend's mother. "Well, the swelling has gone done slightly," said Doctor Lagerström, "and his color has been reduced to a reddish color, rather than a reddish purple." "So, are we done here?" Ulrike asked. "Will you leave Adam and me alone now?" "He's still not flaccid," Doctor Lagerström complained. "Adam, could you possibly get your penis to go soft?" As humiliated and nervous as I was to be seen naked and bound by Ulrike's mother I was still unbelievably sexually aroused; partially it was because Ulrike's small, firm, high ass was displayed so erotically in her tight riding jodhpurs and her breasts were partially visible with all the top buttons undone on her shirt, but I think I was so sexually aroused at least in part because I was really enjoying being helpless and abused and at Ulrike's mercy. Oh my God, Doctor Lagerström was right! I really was a natural submissive! "I'm sorry, Miss," I replied sheepishly, "But I really can't. My penis was painfully hard and erect even without the cock and ball strap restricting the flow of blood. I couldn't see me going soft anytime soon. I was just far too sexually aroused at the moment. "He went soft when I was spanking him earlier," Ulrike offered somewhat helpfully. "Would you like me to spank him again?" I felt my face go hot with embarrassment as Ulrike openly and casually talked about how I had been spanked earlier. It was a very humiliating and degrading experience. I didn't want ANYBODY to know about that! Just about the only thing that could be more humiliating would be if Doctor Lagerström actually WITNESSED me being spanked like a naughty, disobedient child. I prayed to spared that kind of indignity! "I think you'd enjoy that too much," Doctor Lagerström said. "Left to your own devises you'll spank him raw. I don't want that." I breathed a sigh of relief and then she added, "His swelling will probably go down once he's ejaculated. Why not simply stimulate his penis until he has an orgasm?" "Male slaves are supposed to be kept in a state of constant sexual tension and frustration. It makes them easier to control, but if I refuse, you'll just masturbate him yourself, won't you?" "Medically speaking, it would be the wise thing to do." "Then I'll get him off, myself," Ulrike finally responded. I was relieved that Doctor Lagerström wouldn't get grabbing my penis and jerking me off, however I was distressed about the idea of her standing there and watching as her daughter did the deed. Ulrike closed the distance between us and cupped my ball sack in one hand. She hefted my balls and squeezed lightly and then said, "Adam, your balls are absolutely heavy and swollen. Maybe my mother is right. Maybe you really DO need this." I shuddered as Ulrike gently fondled the smooth skin of my ball sack and manipulated my aching balls. It wasn't so much the pain that caused my reaction, as the humiliation of having my naked body played with in front of the watchful eyes of Ulrike's mother. Then with her other hand, Ulrike pressed upon the base of the butt plug that was trapped inside my anus. I had totally forgotten it was up there, but as Ulrike exerted more and more pressure up the base of it, I could feel the tip of it just barely scraping against my prostate gland. Then she rapped her knuckled hard; across the base; three times. "Ooooo... Ooooooooghhhh." I gasped, my hips quivering with the acute sensation of his physical and mental anguish. My prostate gland was being pounded. I expelled my breath in a soft hiss, as deep inside of me nerve endings that didn't know I had before, were crudely stimulated. "Calm yourself, Adam," Ulrike commanded. "I'm just massaging your prostate. It'll help ease you along towards your orgasm. It's nothing to worry about." Doctor Lagerström got a quizzical look on her face and said, "Ulrike, do you have something concealed up that young man's anus?" "It's a butt plug, Mother," replied Ulrike. "It's perfectly harmless." "I see," replied Doctor Lagerström. "It may be harmless, but if you want to massage his prostate, there are more efficient ways of doing it. Your fingers or some sort of long, thin phallus would do a much better job." For once, Ulrike didn't argue with her mother, and she grabbed the base of the butt plug and PULLED it out of me with a great deal of speed and force. My sphincter muscle was stretched painfully and I yelped in pain and surprise as I experienced the sort of pain that made me fear the tender flesh of my anus had been torn and ripped asunder. I actually began crying at that point and Ulrike began to try and comfort me while her mother watched. "Poor Adam," she said as she wiped some of my tears away, "I know this must all be very difficult for you, but it's really all for your own good. My mother is right about you being a natural submissive, and if you are ever going to embrace your true nature, you'll need somebody like me who knows how to humiliate you and sexually abuse you and hurt you in interesting and creative ways." I started to say something in reply, but then Ulrike took my face in both hands and kissed me deeply on the mouth. It was a very intimate kiss and she forced her tongue into my mouth and used it to dominate my mouth and force my own tongue into submission. While Ulrike was doing this, apparently her mother got hold of a tube of lubricant from somewhere in the playroom, because as soon as Ulrike broke from the kiss, her mother squeezed out a dollop of cold, greasy lubricant into her daughter's hand. "Try not to tense up," Ulrike said and then I involuntarily gasped as Ulrike forced two lubricated fingers up through my delicate sphincter and into my anus. I could feel her strong, determined fingers inside of me, probing, searching and then almost immediately finding the plump swelling of my prostate gland. She pressed against the pliant, vulnerable mound with the tips of her fingers and then gripped the thick shaft of my cock with her other hand. I struggled involuntarily and gasped again and my body was assaulted with a multitude of physical sensations. My cock was pulsing and throbbing even before Ulrike touched it, and as soon as she touched it thrashed around like a wild horse. "Easy, Adam," Ulrike said calmly, "I'm in control here. Then she gripped my cock hard and kept it immobile while the fingers deep inside of my anus played with my helpless prostate gland. Then Ulrike fondled my balls and the shaft of my cock while I began crying again. "I see why you like him so much," Doctor Lagerström said. "He's a submissive and a blusher and a crier. He's perfect for you. None of the other boys were anything like him." "You hear that, cutie?" Ulrike asked, "With your pretty tears and girlish blushing and cute tiny ass and submissive nature, you're practically a girl. You're perfect for me." And then Ulrike; while keeping a tight grip on my shaft; moved her hand from the base of my penis all the way to the swollen head on my penis. Then she slid her hand back down to the base again. Blobs of pre-come were immediately forced out of the tip, and I shuddered and quaked as a powerful orgasm built up inside of me. The long, thin, fingers in my anus continued to probe and stimulate my prostate gland and I moaned and gasped in response. Then Ulrike began to twist as well as squeeze while she toyed with the shaft of my hard, swollen cock. "My mother is watching you, Adam," Ulrike said as she played with my cock and anus. "So, please remember every time she sees you from now on; no matter what you're wearing; no matter how dignified you try to act, she will always remember you as being stark naked, with your legs bound far apart, huge erection pointed at her, while I violated your tight asshole with my fingers." It was then; with those cruel, humiliating words in my ears; that Ulrike pressed her fingers hard against my prostate gland, prodding it vigorously. My whole body stiffened in my bonds and I held my breath as my spine arched backwards and I let out an inarticulate scream. I struggled involuntarily and impotently against my bonds as thick, spurting streams of semen erupted from my swollen member and shot across the room, making a mess all over the floor. I began to pant heavily as I experienced the longest and most powerful orgasm of my life. I felt as if I had just expelled gallons of semen from my urethra. Two Days with Ulrike Ch. 02 "Is that all, Adam?" Ulrike asked. And then cupping my balls once more in her hands, she added, "These still seem rather swollen. I think there's still quite a bit more semen in there." Then Ulrike grabbed the shaft of my penis tightly again and squeezed and twisted, while at the same time she prodded deep within my bottom with her fingers and shamelessly stimulated my poor prostate gland. I whimpered and gasped and panted some more, but instead of inspiring mercy, that just seemed to inspire Ulrike to abuse my cock and prostate even more. Soon my cock was spitting forth more huge globules of semen. At last my penis went flaccid and with that Ulrike's mother finally left Ulrike and me by ourselves. "Amber's going to have to clean up the mess you made on the floor," Ulrike informed me after her mother had left. "I think you should be spanked for that; don't you?" "Whatever you say, Mistress," I replied, still breathing hard. "But first, there's something you need to do for me, you naughty boy," she said. "I'm taking you back to my room." And when she released my wrists from their overhead bondage, she quickly moved to place my arms behind my back and then lock my wrists in bondage with a pair of handcuffs. I don't know where she got them, but she had them around my wrists the instant my hands were behind my back. "Ow," I exclaimed as she tightened them to the point where the metal was biting painfully into my wrists. But without her mother here to supervise, Ulrike didn't care about such things. "Now, be careful that you don't fall down, Cutie," Ulrike cautioned. "With your legs spread so far apart, it won't be easy to balance yourself without your hands." I concentrated all my efforts to maintain my balance with my hands bound behind my back and my legs spread obscenely far apart. It wasn't easy, but soon Ulrike had my ankles unbound and then I could stand with a much more natural stance. And then as I was led naked and handcuffed back to Ulrike's bedroom, we encountered the maid, Amber and Ulrika stopped her in the hallway and said, "Amber, my slave made a mess on the floor. Go clean it up and when you're finished you can punish him. We'll be in my bedroom." The maid glared at me and then went down the hall to clean up my semen off the floor. I worried about the angry look that the maid had given me, but soon I had other things to concern myself with. Once in her bedroom, Ulrike removed her riding boots and riding jodhpurs and ordered me to get down on my knees. Of course I was admonished for not having my knees far enough apart. "That's going to cost you," Ulrike warned me. "I was going to have Amber give you thirty swats on your naked bottom. But now, I suppose we'll have to increase it." Strangely the abusive way that Ulrike was treating me and talking to me, just made me more excited and I found my penis growing stiff and erect once again. And of course the sight of Ulrike, naked from the waist down helped to arouse my libido as well. Her legs were and long and athletic and her skin was smooth and unblemished and her pussy had just the tiniest amount of blonde pubic hair. She obviously trimmed and shaped her pubic hair and it looked dignified and well-groomed. Her pubic hair was very short and shaped into something that looked very much like an upside down pyramid. Her outer pubic lips were quite visible and even at a distance I could tell they were very swollen and her inner pubic lips were also swelling and starting to emerge from her slit. "Have you ever eaten pussy before, Adam?" Ulrike asked me. I thought about lying, but somehow her tone seemed to imply that she would not only somehow know if I was lying, but that I would also be horribly punished for my dishonesty. "No, Mistress," I replied. "I never have." "Well, I suppose I'll have to be one who teaches you how it's done then," she responded. Her tone seemed to indicate that she felt she was doing me a great favor, giving me knowledge that I was desperately in need of and that somehow somebody had been greatly remiss in attending to my educational needs. It's amazing how much you can pick up on from a simple tone of voice. Ulrike shoved her pussy in my face and first told me how to lick the outer lips. Then she taught me how to lick her pussy down the center. Then she taught me how to penetrate deeply inside her with my tongue. Finally she taught me how to trap her clitoris between my teeth and suck on it. There was a great deal of panting and gasping and moaning as she instructed me in my lessons. And sometimes she rocked her hips to the left or to the right or thrust her pelvis right into my face, sometime while grabbing my skull in both hands and forcing my head hard against her crotch. Finally she screamed out an inarticulate scream and I could feel her whole body shudder violently and suddenly my face was wet with her hot juices. I wanted to wipe her juices off my face, but of course my hands were handcuffed behind my back, so there was no way I could do anything like that. "That was ....good ......for your first time...., Slave....but you'll need ...more practice...before you're deemed... truly adept at eating pussy," she said in between panting and gasping for air. I smiled with pride, as I had earned a compliment from her on my cunnilingus skills. I didn't have long to smile though as the maid had entered the room while I had my face in Ulrike's pussy and had seen me bring Ulrike to orgasm. I had somehow thought that my first time with Ulrike would be a private thing and that there wouldn't be an audience watching. Then Ulrike had me stand and ordered me to turn around. Then she took a small key and unlocked one of my wrists from their stainless steel bondage and ordered me to move both of my hands in front of me. I obediently did as my mistress commanded, and then she promptly trapped my wrist in stainless steel again so that my wrists were handcuffed in front of me. "Now you're ready to be spanked," Ulrike informed me. Then turning to the maid, she said, "Give him sixty swats. He's been a bad boy". "Yes ma'am," the maid said to Ulrike. Then to me she said, "Come here, you!" She sat down in a chair and with strength that belied her size; she grabbed me around the waist and pulled me across her lap. Then when my hands were resting on the floor and my ass was way up in the air she fondled my buttocks and said, "His skin is soft, but the muscle underneath is hard. There is no flab." "That's too bad for him," Ulrike responded, "Flab would have given him some sort of protection against what's coming." What was coming didn't take long to come. I think Ulrike said something about changing the color of my soft skin and then the maid began her assault on my ass. That woman didn't look very strong. She had narrow shoulders and skinny arms, but when her hands came down on my naked ass, they struck with remarkable force and left my buttocks stinging. Of course, my ass was already sore from my previous spanking, so maybe that had something to do with why I was in so much pain. Like most guys I try to act tough and never like to admit pain, but I began yelping after the second blow. I closed my eyes tight and screamed and struggled to cry out, but Amber's hand was merciless, raining down blow after stinging blow on my defenseless ass. I kept hoping that her arm would get tired, but she was like a machine. She kept slapping my naked cheeks over and over and over. She would hit the same spot over and over, hurting more each time, then start on a new spot. Soon I was screaming in pain and sobbing as hot, wet tears slid down my face. Ulrike and Amber didn't care. Amber just continued spanking ... very hard and very rhythmically. She assaulted my ass and my thighs without ever slowing down or breaking rhythm. I screamed and kicked my legs and tears slid down my face, but Amber never wavered from her task and just continued to punish my ass mercilessly. After what seemed like hours (but was really more like two or three minutes) the spanking stopped. I panted and sobbed and felt sorry for myself and wondered how red my ass was, but at least the spanking was over. Then Ulrike got out a fresh butt plug and some lubricant and she and Amber spent about five minutes drizzling lube between my butt cheeks and playing with my anus, getting it good and lubricated. They each took turns playing with my tight, pink, sensitive little hole and spearing it with their fingers. I moaned and whimpered at the prolonged intrusion of such an intimate and private part of my anatomy. I moaned especially loud when their fingers went deep and rubbed against my prostate. And then just as I was getting used to their fingers inside of me, Ulrike took the butt plug and shoved it into my anus. Ulrike shoved it in hard, and it still hurt as my anus was stretched ridiculously wide to accommodate the widest, roundest part of the plug, however it still slid in easier than the previous time. And for some strange reason I was proud of this. "I just love your bottom, Adam," Ulrike said. "It's just perfect. I love spanking it, fondling it, looking at it, and I'm really going to enjoy fucking it." I should have been repulsed by those words. And a few days ago if somebody had told me that they were going to fuck my ass I *would* have been repulsed. But now when Ulrike told me that she was going to abuse me and take my anal virginity I felt strangely excited. Perhaps I really was a natural submissive. Perhaps it was really best for me if I allowed somebody to dominate and abuse and sexually exploit me. * * * * * * * * * * Later that evening I had dinner with Ulrike and her mother. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Ulrike and her mother had dinner while I stood naked nearby, with my wrists crossed behind my back. I felt vulnerable and uncomfortable in my nakedness, as both Ulrike and her mother were fully clothed. Also my cock was very hard and anxious and erect and had a tiny blob of pre-come at the tip. My nakedness couldn't possibly be more on display. Both Ulrike and her mother tried to act as if it were normal for Ulrike to bring a boy home and display him naked, where her mother could see him, but it felt very humiliating and degrading and scary for me. It was also very sexually exciting, but that's beside the point. Ulrike hadn't bound me, but she made it very clear that if I used my hands to cover myself or allowed my knees to touch, I'd be severely punished. After Ulrike and her mother had finished eating, I was ordered to clear away the dirty dishes and wash them in the sink. Ulrike's mother tried to make small talk with me and put me at ease, but when you're stark naked in front of your girlfriend's mother, there's no way you can possibly relax. I felt awkward and uncomfortable and violated the whole time. Eventually; when the dishes were all clean; Ulrike came and placed one hand on my naked back and another on my naked, sore buttocks and said, "Come on, Slave Boy, time to go to bed. You've got a big, stressful day tomorrow, so you're going to need to rest up and get plenty of sleep tonight." Two Days with Ulrike Ch. 03 When I awoke the next morning, Ulrike grabbed me by my erection (I normally wake up with a very erect cock every morning) and led me to the bathroom. She ordered me to keep my hands behind my back and my mouth wide open while she brushed my teeth. She also had me keep my hands clasped behind the back of my neck while she checked me for stubble and then used a razor to shave away what little stubble she could find on my cock and balls. I whimpered almost every time she touched me. She kept me naked all the time and I was more sexually aroused than I had ever been at any previous point in my life. My cock was hypersensitive and even the most trivial of physical contact sent powerful waves of sexual stimulation from my cock to the rest of my body. My whole body was filled with sexual tension and apprehension. Keeping my hands where they were and obediently not touching Ulrike was pure torture. Of course Ulrike made certain to ratchet up the sexual tension several notches by having me stand in the bathtub and washing me down with soap and a warm, wet washcloth. Naturally she took her time and gave special attention to washing my cock and balls and anus. My cock was painfully erect and twitching by the time she was finished. Amber had the day off and Ulrike's mother was out running errands, so Ulrike was the only person who would see my sexual misery and humiliation. Or, so I originally thought. After I was properly groomed, I was led to the playroom and bound between to horizontal poles, in an "X" pose, with my legs far apart and my hands bound far apart and well above my head. Ulrike left me there alone, for a disturbingly long time. I had no idea how long as Ulrike never installed a clock in the playroom and Ulrike confiscated my watch when she took all of my clothes. Not that I'd be able to read my watch, with my wrist bound so far from my face. At least I knew she was still in the house as I would occasionally hear footsteps in the distance, or doors opening and closing. By the time Ulrike returned, my erection had started to soften and I worried that I might be punished for that. Ulrike has made a big deal the previous day about the importance of a slave being "always ready". However I soon forgot about that when she re-entered the room with two other people I knew. Max Sievers and Victoria Woodhull were both students at my high school, Max was eighteen years old and Victoria had recently turned eighteen as well. Victoria and I both had Mrs. Bednarz for 11th grade English. Max and I both had Mr. Kryston for 12th grade English. I'd also seen both of them at pep rallies and in the cafeteria and in the halls between classes. We weren't exactly friends, but these were people that I knew and would be seeing again in school on Monday. Neither Max nor Victoria had ever seen me naked before, and my first inclination was to use my hands to cover up my nudity, however the way Ulrike had bound me made that totally impossible. "Ulrike, please," I begged. "They shouldn't see me like this!" Ulrike strutted up to me and she smacked me across the face. She didn't smack me very hard, but the implication was clear. I had spoken out of turn, and I needed to be silent now. "Adam, as long as you are mine, I can show you to whomever I please, whenever I please. And if I want Max and Victoria to see you naked, that is my right." Suddenly her hand was in between my wide-spread thighs, pinching the loose skin of my scrotum very hard. I tried not to whimper or cry out in pain, but she dug her fingernails in really deep into my tender flesh and tugged mercilessly. The skin around a guy's ball sack in very soft and tender and Ulrike's fingernails were abusing the hell out it. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I blurted out desperately. "I was impertinent! It won't happen again! You can show off my naked body to a-anybody you wish!!" I strained against my wrist and ankle bonds with all my might and I was covered in sweat by the time Ulrike released the hold on my tender flesh. And I'm pretty sure I also had tears welling up in my eyes when Ulrike turned to Max and Victoria and said, "Come on, you two can fondle him before we get started." It was a whole new form of humiliation for me. As Victoria cupped my clean-shaven scrotum and held my balls in her hands, Max stood behind me and fondled my buttocks. Ulrike gave Max a box of medical exam gloves and he snapped one on before he pulled my buttocks far apart and gently stroked my anus. I bit my lip and felt tears sliding down my face, but I could do nothing as Max probed and coaxed and massaged my tight little sphincter muscle and eventually pushed his finger inside of me. I gasped and I whimpered, but nobody in the room had any sympathy for me. "He's very tight," Max commented as hid finger probed deep inside my anal cavity. "He's practically a virgin." "He is a virgin," Ulrike replied. "At least, that is to say that nobody has fucked him in the ass yet. And I've got dibs, Max. Nobody is allowed to take his anal virginity except for me." Ulrike said it with great authority and Max instantly acquiesced to Ulrike's proclamation. Here; in this playroom; Ulrike ruled and Max would not question anything she said. So, Max continued to finger my anus, eventually finding my prostate gland and massaging it. Around the same time as Max was doing that, Victoria released my balls from her grip and she grabbed the shaft of my cock, delighting in how it began to swell and thicken almost the instant that she touched it. Victoria also took great delight in fondling my thighs and my calves and she remarked that all men should be forced to shave their legs as it made our legs so much smoother and sexier. Then she proceeded to fondle my abs and my ribcage and finally she took my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched them. That really, really hurt. I let out an involuntary scream in response. Then Victoria took my face in her hands and gagged me with her mouth, kissing me forcefully. I was shocked at first, but once I got past the unexpectedness of it I opened my mouth and kissed Victoria back, allowing her to aggressively insert her tongue into my mouth. It occurred to me vaguely that between Victoria's tongue in my mouth and Max's finger in my anus, I was being penetrated by two people at once. Just when I was starting to really get into the kiss, Victoria stepped back and out of my reach. It was a reminder of just how helpless I was that I couldn't take a step forward. Victoria and Max and Ulrike were in total control of what would happen to my body. Then Ulrike came up behind Victoria and grabbed her by the waist and held her close, and said, "Now kiss me just like you were kissing him." Naturally I'd heard of lesbians before, but I'd never actually seen two girls kissing before. I'd heard that two girls making out were supposed to be much hotter than a girl making out with a guy, and now I was able to judge for myself. It was true. Watching Victoria's and Ulrike's female lips meet in a slow, teenage bout of passionate kissing was by far the most erotic thing I'd ever had the pleasure to voyeuristically watch. Ulrike was sexy and feminine and slender with pouting lips and long eyelashes and curves in all the right places. Victoria was sexy and feminine and slender with pouty, kissable lips and long eyelashes and firm, high breasts and a firm, high ass. Put the two of them together and it was like sexiness squared. My erection got even harder and more swollen and more erect. As I watched these two beautiful, young women enthusiastically make out, my cock throbbed and drops of pre-come came rolling down my painfully erect and swollen shaft. Ulrike stopped kissing Victoria long enough to explain to me the purpose of Max and Victoria's visit: "Adam, as you may have guessed by now, I'm bisexual. And if you and I are going to go on a date, you must accept that. Not only accept my bisexuality, but mimic it. Everything I do with Victoria today, I will expect you to do with Max as well." My heart beat rapidly and painfully in my chest. I had never had any homosexual or bisexual tendencies and the idea of having sex with another guy felt far more humiliating and degrading to me than anything else that Ulrike had ordered me to do thus far. Apparently she saw the look of panic on my face, because the next words out of her mouth were, "Oh, don't give me that look! I'll take it easy on you the first time! It's not like I'm going to let Max fuck you up your virgin ass on your very first day!" I suppose I should have thanked her for that. This was going to be difficult for me, but it could have been much worse. And then, without any more pleasantries or ceremony, Ulrike ordered Max and Victoria to strip. I remember how hesitant I was the first time Ulrike told me to strip naked and was surprised at how quickly and unhesitatingly Max and Victoria shed their clothes. They didn't seem to be the least bit shy about baring their naked skin in front of me or Ulrike or each other. I was also somewhat surprised to see that both Max and Victoria were completely shaved. I had to say, I really liked it. Without the pubic hair to get in the way, Victoria's pubic lips were so incredibly visible and on-display. And honestly, Max's lack of chest hair, leg hair, armpit hair and pubic hair kind made him look a lot less masculine and a lot less threatening. I almost didn't mind that Ulrike was going to make us do....whatever it was that she was going to make us do together. For a few seconds Max and Victoria stood there naked with their clothes in puddles at their feet; looking over to Ulrike; waiting expectantly for her next commands. They both looked amazing; they both had flat, tight stomachs with impressive abdominal muscles visible just underneath the skin and they both had legs like a professional dancer. And Victoria's boobs were round and perky and amazing. Finally Ulrike broke the spell and barked, "Max! Victoria! Get over here and help me out of these clothes!" It seemed to me that Ulrike had done this with Max and Victoria before. Without even being told their proper roles, Max stood behind Ulrike, helping her off with her shirt and her bra, while Victoria got down on her knees in front of Ulrike and helped her off with her shoes, socks, jeans and panties. Of course, Ulrike looked amazing naked. She was tall and athletic and basically had a figure skater's physique. I strained against my bonds to get a closer look at her naked body which was endowed with a pair of firm breasts, smooth tight abs and a pair of the shapeliest legs I've ever seen. Once everybody was naked, Ulrike spent a few seconds looking adoringly into Victoria's eyes and gently stroked her face before kissing her. I had a few seconds to register the thought, "lesbian kissing is really hot" before I found Max standing naked in front of me and looking adoringly into my eyes and gently stroking my face. I'd never kissed a guy before and I knew what was coming and opened my mouth to protest, but Max simply covered my mouth with his and gagged me with his tongue. His lips were really soft, almost like a woman's. I surrendered myself to the kiss. It's not like I could have pushed him away or walked out of the room, so I just relished in my submissive side and allowed him to do whatever he wanted to me. I was naked and bound spread-eagle. What else could I do? Eventually the kissing stopped and I risked a quick look over at Ulrike and Victoria. Ulrike was gently holding onto Victoria's torso while gently kissing and licking her nipples. I never really thought of male nipples as anything even remotely sexual, but when Max's tongue and lips began to gently lavish attention on my exposed nipples, I felt tingly and excited. I thought that girls were the only ones that got excited when their nipples were played with, but apparently I was wrong. I didn't have a lot of time to think about this, as soon Ulrike was on her knees, kissing and licking Victoria between her thighs. Victoria moaned in response and I craned my head to get a closer looked at lesbian cunnilingus. Without a hint of embarrassment, Max dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. My cock had already started to swell and stiffen from watching teenage lesbian sex, and suddenly Max's mouth took possession of my cock and rapidly made it even harder and more erect. I'd never had a guy's tongue or a guy's saliva on my cock before. There was an immediate feeling of guilt. I wasn't queer. I didn't go on the internet looking for gay sex. That's not who I was. But then, suddenly it occurred to me, it didn't matter. I was a submissive. And Ulrike was my dominant...or mistress...or whatever the proper word is. The point was that my sexual orientation didn't really matter. I was submissive to Ulrike and I would do whatever she wanted me to do. And besides, I was naked and helpless. I really didn't have any say in what Max did with my body! Why should I feel guilty? Max was far more in control of my cock than I was. Max continued to suck my cock, getting it harder and wetter and more erect. Then, when Ulrike inserted her fingers into Victoria's pussy, Max grasped my cock tightly in his hand and squeezed tightly and twisted. His grip on my cock felt foreign, but it felt right somehow. When he wasn't squeezing my cock, he was stroking the underside, especially just underneath the swollen purple head. My cock is really sensitive there and it felt really, really good. Occasionally he would lick the underside with his tongue, causing me to gasp and moan and the sensations that his tongue evoked were really powerful. Max switched back to using his mouth on my cock again and I looked away from Max and over to Ulrike. In an almost-mirror image of Max, she was using her mouth on Victoria's cunt. My breathing became heavier and more labored as I watched the two naked teenage girls and my cock was completely beyond my control. I could feel the coming orgasm and couldn't do anything to stop it. It would be a sort of stigma for the rest of my life if I came in another guy's mouth; even if I was basically being raped; but within seconds that didn't matter. Max industriously continued to suckle my painfully erect cock, stimulating it and filling my entire body with a passionate excitement whether I wanted to or not. I panted and surrendered to the feeling and let out a moan as hot ejaculate spurted from my urethra into Max's mouth and I experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of my young life, naked, shuddering, bound spread-eagle and helpless, I pumped my seed into a teenage boy's mouth. I struggled against my bonds and across the room,' almost simultaneously; Victoria moaned and gasped and panted through a powerful orgasm while Ulrike sucked on her clit. And before Victoria or I had a chance to catch our breath, Ulrike was up on her feet and kissing Victoria on the mouth. I had just enough time to realize that Victoria would be tasting the flavor of her own pussy juices in that lesbian kiss, when Max stood up and kissed me on the mouth as well. I'd never tasted a guy's semen before; not even mine; however when Max kissed me on the mouth and forced his tongue into my mouth; I really had no choice. I decided right then and there that this was less about having sex with another guy, and more about being submissive to Ulrike. If she wanted me to be humiliated and humbled, then I would allow her to do so without whining. I would be her obedient whipping boy. Max could do whatever he wanted with me. The kiss went on and on and Max forced his tongue into my mouth. I tasted my own semen and it didn't taste at all like I had expected. It wasn't at all unpleasant; it was only the psychological aspect of it that gave me problems. I'd always been told that it was taboo for two men to have sex together. It had always been preached to me that homosexuality was a sin and here with Max's saliva on my cock and his tongue in my mouth, French-kissing me while his naked body rubbed up against mine. I was broken out of the moment when I heard Ulrike's voice across the room, saying, "I've always wanted to watch two men having sex in front of me." At the sound of Ulrike's voice, Max and I stopped kissing and looked over towards her. Ulrike and Victoria were holding each other closely, but were not currently making out. Of course even just standing there, these two naked women had to be the sexiest couple I had ever seen. "You'd be amazed at how difficult it's been. Most men who are interested in other men, aren't willing to let me watch. It took me forever to arrange for two men in my house to have sex in front of me." I was a little surprised at her words and said, "So, this wasn't just about breaking my spirit? This was some sort of erotic entertainment for you?" Ulrike and Victoria both smiled at this, although Victoria's smile was more of a smirk. "Why are you so surprised, Adam? Men are famous for wanting to watch two women having sex. Why shouldn't women enjoy watching two men?" "Um, well I suppose it's just.." I just trailed off at that point. In point of fact I'd always just assumed that women never watched porn and that women didn't think about sex as often as men did. Maybe it's a double-standard, but I had always thought that women were conditioned to be prudish and squeamish when it came to sex, whereas men were conditioned to want sex all the time. I never guessed that women could be just as debauched as men. Ulrike laughed at me and said, "You and Max make for a very cute couple and if you want to take me to the prom, you'll continue to do all sorts of lewd, lascivious things with Max while Victoria and I watch." "Um," I said hesitantly. "I could always take Max to the prom," Ulrike suggested, "Or maybe Victoria. Would you like me to take Victoria as my prom date? I'm sure that would set tongues to wagging." I was certain that it would, however I had already invested a lot of time and effort into earning my dream date with Ulrike, and I wasn't about to lose sight of my goal now. "If you would enjoy watching Max and I do lewd things together, Mistress, I will gladly do lewd things with him to entertain you." Apparently that was the right answer. Ulrike smiled at Victoria, then she smiled at Max and then she smiled at me. Utterly delighted, Ulrike finally said to me, "Then let the festivities continue!" I was released from my bondage and after I was untied, I was ordered to kneel in front of Max. Max was still naked and because I was kneeling in front of him, his shaved balls and cock were just inches from my face. Max's cock was swollen and semi-erect. "Take it in your mouth," Ulrike said, referring to Max's cock. "Suck on it and get him as hard as possible." I'd never had a man's cock in my mouth before and I was really hesitant to put Max's cock in my mouth today, but if I continued to do everything that Ulrike said, the eventual rewards would be tremendous. I leaned forward and enveloped Max's cock with my mouth and began to suck on it, much in the same way that Max had sucked on my cock. Occasionally I would lick the underside of Max's cock, just like he had done to mine. Max panted and moaned and Ulrike ordered me to cradle Max's balls with one hand. Apparently she liked the way I looked with my mouth stuffed full of Max's cock and one of my hands playing with his shaved ball-sack. The longer I sucked on Max's cock the more it grew. It not only became longer, but thicker as well. Eventually the girth of his cock became so great that it was difficult for me to keep him in my mouth. My jaw ached from stretching it open so wide. And while Max panted and moaned in heated passion, I whimpered softly due to the pain in my poor, aching jaw. Two Days with Ulrike Ch. 03 Max's abs were already tight and flat, but they became tighter and flatter when Max sucked air into his lungs and came in my mouth. When Max finally spurted his cum into my mouth, it was hot and wet and I reflexively attempted to pull away, but Max held onto my head tightly and prevented me from pulling back. Max forced my mouth to stay connected to his cock until I'd milked every last drop out of him. I was emotionally and physically drained after my first time having naked gay sweaty sex and I really didn't feel like getting up off the floor afterwards, however Ulrike was totally energized and passionately declared that my performance was "adorable" and "wonderful" and insisted that everyone in the room give me a hug and tell me how great I was. Max was the first to hug me; after helping me get up off the floor. "It was a pleasure working with you," he said as he hugged me close and I could feel his cock; still wet with my saliva; pressing up against my naked thigh. He affectionately patted my bare bottom with his right hand while he held me close with his left arm around me. Ulrike gushed that we really made a "cute couple" and Victoria implored that if I was forced to have sex with Max again that she be allowed to watch. Victoria was the second one to hug me. She congratulated me on putting on a remarkable show and told me how much she enjoyed it. She pressed her bare breasts into my naked chest, stimulating my libido and causing my cock to start to get hard again. She kissed me on the forehead and then she stepped back, walking towards Ulrike. She touched Ulrike lightly on the shoulder and then Ulrike came forward to hug me as well. She held me close, crushing her naked breasts against me. I wrapped my arms around her and breathed in her scent. She was incredible. Her skin was so soft, smooth and warm and she smelled vaguely of coconut. My cock continued to get harder as she pressed her naked flesh against mine and I reached down to cup one of her naked buttocks. Suddenly I felt one of Ulrike's hands smack my naked butt. It was just once, but it was hard enough to sting and I took my hand off of her buttock. "You can only touch that when I give you permission," Ulrike admonished. "This weekend is all about you making sacrifices and proving yourself. You haven't yet earned the privilege of feeling how good my butt feels in your hand." "Sorry, Mistress," I said, hoping to redeem myself. "You've earned another punishment for that," Ulrike informed me. "You'll have to be spanked later." I felt my face flush warmly with embarrassment. It was bad enough that I was I was bound and raped by Max while Victoria and Ulrike watched, but now Max and Victoria knew that I was going to be spanked like a naughty child. I hoped and prayed that they would never tell anyone about this. It would be beyond humiliating. I felt as if I was somehow more than naked as Max and Victoria stared at me, knowing that I was to be spanked until my naked ass was red. Then Ulrike ordered everyone into the kitchen and announced that Max and I were going to prepare breakfast for everyone. It was actually 11:30 at this point and it would be more appropriate to call the meal "lunch", but I knew better than to argue. Max and I were made to work in the kitchen while Victoria and Ulrike watched. Apparently while I was at the bottom of the hierarchy in Ulrike's house, Max was outranked by both Victoria and Ulrike. Only I was lower ranked than Max. I brewed coffee and made toast while Max scrambled eggs and fried them up. I was also put in charge of cleanup. Ulrike wanted a clean kitchen after everyone was finished eating. Because I had fondled Ulrike's butt without permission, Ulrike told Max that he should fondle my butt every chance he got. Per her instructions, Max grabbed my butt several times while I was making coffee and going about my other kitchen duties. In addition to grabbing my butt, Max would also blow kisses at me when I was looking. And on at least one occasion, he grabbed me by the face and kissed me on the lips. This drew applause and shouts of approval from Ulrike and Victoria. Anything that looked, lewd, suggestive or affectionate between Max and me was a big hit with the girls, they really enjoyed watching Max and I engage in kissing or heavy petting or anything remotely sexual. I prepared four plates of food and four mugs of coffee and set them down on the dining room table, however before I was allowed to sit down with the other people, I was informed that I would have to submit to my punishment while Max and Victoria watched. I gave Ulrike a look of panic and exclaimed, "Mistress, Please! Not with Max and Victoria watching!!" Ulrike just gave me a stern pitiless look and replied, "You shouldn't have grabbed my butt with Max and Victoria watching. Now, you'll punishment will fit the crime." I was made to stand behind a dining room chair and bend over it. It was an uncomfortable and awkward position that made my naked ass very vulnerable. I was very aware of my ass's vulnerability as Ulrike walked up and stood behind me. "If you grab the front legs of the chair, it should help stabilize you," Ulrike said helpfully. I followed her advice and grabbed them. I was tall enough that reaching them wasn't really a problem. "Come closer," Ulrike said to Max and Victoria, "When I punish Adam, I want the two of you to have a front row seat." I moaned at this. It was bad enough that I had to be spanked at all. Max and Victoria being an interested audience made it far, far worse. There was a brief wait while Ulrike's friends came closer and then suddenly there was a sharp stinging pain as Ulrike proceeded to spank my left and right buttocks and the backs of my thighs. The pain was intense, and as the slaps rained down on my poor, vulnerable bottom I temporarily forgot the shame of Max and Victoria watching. All that I registered was the pain. The stinging slaps kept raining down on my poor, poor bottom and without even thinking about it, one of my hands lifted up and reached back in a protective reflex to cover my sore bottom. "Hands in front, Adam," Ulrike admonished me. "Grab the front legs of the chair!" I put my hands exactly where Ulrike ordered me to put them and gripped the chair legs tightly. It was a difficult order to obey, but I gathered up all of the self-discipline I could manage and kept my hands far away from my ass and allowed Ulrike to abuse it without protecting myself. The blows came harder and faster and I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out in pain. The spanking went on and on and just when it seemed it would never end, Ulrike stopped. "So," Ulrike said to Max and Victoria, "Does Adam's cute little ass look cuter with my handprints on it?" I didn't hear any response from Max of Victoria, but they must have nodded in agreement, because Ulrike then said, "Then I suppose it will look even cuter if I add some more." My bottom was already warm and it stung fiercely as Ulrike continued to swat it again and again with her strong right hand. Eventually I found it impossible to grit my teeth anymore and I cried out in pain and Ulrike mercilessly punished my ass. Tears welled up in my eyes and blurred my vision and I felt humiliated that Max and Victoria would know that I was crying the minute they saw my face. As if reading my mind, Ulrike paused and said, "Every time Max and Victoria see you at school from now on, they remember how they saw you punished like the naughty boy that you are. That's very humbling to think about, isn't it?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied, my voice cracking as a flood of tears flowed down my face. Then, to further humiliate me, Victoria was told to give my poor, stinging bottom ten more swats. Victoria couldn't spank nearly as hard as Ulrike, but my bottom was already so sore that any additional swats stung like hell. Max was also told to give me ten additional swats and he had a really strong spanking arm. If Victoria's swats had the power to sting, Max's swats had the power to set my ass on fire. By the time Max had delivered his ten swats to my already sore bottom, I felt like I was sitting on a hot stove. "Yes, much cuter," Ulrike proclaimed. "I like a butt with a little color to it." Ulrike stepped back and admired her handiwork and then said, "Get up, Adam." I was made to face Max and Victoria, so that they could clearly see the tears running down my face. In America (and probably many other countries across the world) men are taught that we're not supposed to cry. So, it was a further humiliation for me when Max and Victoria could see that I was still sobbing and my face was wet with tears. As utterly humiliating as that was, the red-hot stinging in my ass competed for attention in my list of miseries. Max was then ordered to hold me close and let me lay my head on his shoulder until I was done crying. Victoria and Ulrike really enjoyed watching to naked men having a moment together. The two women watched patiently while I stood naked and humbled and sobbed on Max's shoulder. Two Days with Ulrike "Don't move," Amber ordered, "I still need to rinse off the lather and then towel you off." I held still while Amber poured clean water over my anus and then toweled my anus, thighs, cock and balls dry. She seemed to be very professional about it. Maybe it really was just a job for her. For me it was incredibly humiliating, but for her maybe it really was just a job. Amber was a little rougher this time when she grabbed my arm and led me back to the bedroom. Perhaps I shouldn't have offended her. And when I got back to the room, Ulrike had pulled a latex glove onto her hand. It was exactly the same sort that the doctors and nurse use in medical offices, so I probably should have anticipated what was to come next. "Place your hands up against that wall," Ulrike ordered, "and spread your legs far apart! You failed at the shaving task I gave you, now let us see how well you did at giving yourself an enema!" I groaned at the command, although I went ahead and did it. Ulrike smacked me hard on the ass and told me not to groan anymore. Apparently it was a sign of disrespect. I tried hard not to groan or whimper from that point on, but while I was bent over, Ulrike spread lubricant all over my asshole and then thrust her fingers into me. I closed my eyes, thinking that would shield me somehow from what was to come, but I felt Ulrike's finger spearing into me, clear to the knuckle. She wriggled it, finding nerves in there that I didn't know that I had. The crude invasion of such a delicate and intimate place on my body was just too much. I gasped at first and then I made pathetic whimpering sounds and her fingers probed and wriggled and twisted around and just basically invaded a private place where they didn't belong. "You were told to be quiet," Ulrike admonished me. "Now you'll have to be punished." Ulrike continued to thrust her fingers deeper and harder inside of me, eliciting louder gasps. I think she found my prostate gland and my cock actually twitched and bobbed and jerked in response. I whimpered and realized I that I was actually getting turned on by the way Ulrike was abusing my asshole. I dimly noted that there was a blob of pre-come on the tip on my swollen penis. Somehow through this haze of humiliation and sexual stimulation and abuse, I heard the words, "Amber bring me the leather belt from the top drawer." Then Ulrike's fingers slipped out of my anus and she explained, "For whimpering and making other disrespectful noises without my permission, Adam, you are to receive eighteen hard swats across your naked bottom with a leather belt. If you move or attempt to dodge the belt or ward off my blows, the punishment will be increased." I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, Ulrike was holding a leather belt and she had a cold, unforgiving look on her face. With fear and trepidation I realized that she intended to whip my naked skin with a leather belt. "Eyes front," Ulrike ordered. "Look at the wall, not at me." I obediently faced the wall and tensed my buttocks in anticipation of what was to come. I knew it would hurt; the only question was HOW MUCH would it hurt? The first stinging blow hurt more than I thought it would. And then a second stinging blow was added to the first. The level of pain was a shock to my system. I wasn't expecting anything Ulrike did to hurt this much. After the ninth blow I was panting and gritting my teeth in an attempt not to cry out. I was mildly confused about why the punishment stopped before we had reached eighteen swats, but I was so grateful for a cessation to the pain that I didn't ask any questions. "Adam, you've gone soft," Ulrike said, accusingly. It was my cock she was talking about. Due to the stinging pain she was inflicting on my unprotected backside I had lost my erection. I thought that was fairly understandable. Ulrike thought it was unacceptable. "We'll have to re-establish your erection before we can continue your punishment." To me that sounded like an excellent loophole to keep Ulrike from beating me anymore, but Ulrike had other ideas. Ulrike ordered me to come back into the center of the room and ordered Amber to take my cock into her mouth and get me hard. I hesitated at first, but Ulrike threatened to double my punishment if I didn't comply quickly. Amber guided my cock into her mouth while I obediently stood there with my hands at my sides and simply allowed things to be done to my body. I tried to resist Amber's attempts to get my cock hard, but she was really good at what she did. She knew all the right spots to stimulate. She spent a lot of time licking the underside of the head of my cock and gently scraping the underside of my shaft with her teeth. And while I didn't want to get hard, my traitorous cock didn't care. It simply responded to the stimulations Amber was inflicting on it. And while I tried to resist the sensations of Amber's tongue and teeth and saliva on my cock, Ulrike walked up behind me and forced her finger into my ass again. The combination of Amber's mouth and Ulrike's finger soon had my cock swollen and erect again. "And to help make sure your disgraceful flaccidness doesn't happen again," Ulrike said, "Amber will encase your member in a cock and ball strap." I'd never heard of a cock and ball strap before, however it's apparently two narrow strips of leather. One goes tightly around the base of the cock and the other goes tightly around the base of the ball sack. Amber used metal snaps to snap the whole thing into place and it was so tight around my cock and balls that there was no way for the blood to drain from my swollen cock. "Perfect," Ulrike said, once again slapping my swollen member. "Now we can return to whipping your ass. Face the wall again, please." I whimpered when I noticed that my swollen cock and ball sack; now strapped tightly in their leather bondage; were turning and angry reddish color. I wondered how safe it was to tie my cock and balls up in tight bondage like this. My cock looked bigger and more swollen than ever now. Was it possible for there to be TOO MUCH blood in your cock? Ulrike ordered me to stop day-dreaming and resume my position. Eventually I complied, although I was still worried about my cock and balls. As soon as Ulrike resumed whipping my ass, I stopped worrying about my cock and balls. The stinging lashes from Ulrike's leather belt on my already sore ass were so painful they became my entire world. There was no way I could worry about anything else. Despite my male pride, I soon found myself yelping in pain and my eyes actually welled up with tears and I actually started to cry. I don't know if you know this, but there is nothing more humiliating for a teenage boy than to cry in front of a girl. I tried to hold back the tears, but by the time Ulrike was finished whipping my naked ass, I was crying like a little girl. "Don't move, Adam," I heard Ulrike say. "I need to immortalize this moment." I didn't move, although I nearly died of embarrassment when I realized that Ulrike was taking photos of me with a little digital camera. She got photos of me crying, photos of my red, punished ass and photos of my swollen cock bound tightly in that leather cock and ball strap. She then uploaded them to her computer and showed them to me. I couldn't notice how red my ass was after being whipped with the belt. It was approximately the same shade of red as my swollen cock. Something about this actually filled me with pride. Some sort of submissive instinct inside of me was proud that I was able to take that my pain and abuse from Ulrike's leather belt. I felt that there should be a special word for that sort of pride. Or maybe there should be a special word for people like me, who could take pride in the fact that they were able to take a painful, ass-reddening spanking like that. "Now Adam," Ulrike said as she smacked my swollen cock yet again, "you have an important decision to make. You've passed the physical inspection; your body is smooth and free of all kinds of body hair and you did a good job of cleaning out your anus as well; however if you want to go to the prom with me there is still one more feat you must accomplish for me." I was shocked. I thought that passing the physical inspection was ALL I had to do in order to get Ulrike to go to the prom with me. Now she was telling me there was something additional? "There's more?" I asked. "Oh yes," Ulrike replied. "No boy has ever made it this far before. That means you've actually done quite well. However if you truly want to take me to the prom as your date, there's more." As she said this, she slowly and gently stroked my inner thigh. It was hard for me to concentrate while she did that. It filled my head with lofty sexual thoughts, and it stimulated my libido, even though she wasn't actually touching my cock. "I'll do whatever you want," I said, seriously wondering even as the words left my mouth if I wasn't making a huge mistake. I felt vaguely like one of those people from primitive cultures who were led to an altar and sacrificed to a pagan god. Only in this case Ulrike was the god. Or perhaps the appropriate term was goddess. "I want you to be my slave for the weekend," Ulrike said. "Of course you'll have to call your mother and give her some sort of excuse for why you won't be home. You COULD tell her the truth, but from what you've told me so far, I don't think you're ready to be honest with your mother about your submissive nature." Once again I was shocked, but the wave of excitement in the pit of my stomach told me that I would obey. Somehow being naked in front of Ulrike and her maid and crying in front of both of them; and having an ass that was red from a painful spanking; and having my cock and balls bound up tightly in leather bondage seemed right. "I'll do it," I said somewhat surprised at my own words. "Could I have my phone back, please? The maid took it from me when she took my clothes." Ulrike smile and kept eye contact with me and said, "Amber, Adam needs to borrow a phone so that he can call his mother. Please go fetch the one that he brought into this house." So, Amber walked out of the room and Ulrike got up from her chair and pushed me backwards. It never even occurred to me to push back. "You and I are going to have some fun this weekend, Adam Cushing," she said. "It will be humiliating for you, but I think you're going to enjoy it immensely. The really strange this was she was right. I had never thought of myself as submissive before, but I was really getting excited from all of the humiliating things that she'd done to me so far, and my head was in a daze just thinking of Ulrike continuing to sexually abuse and humiliate me. "Place your hands behind your back and you can kiss me," she said. I obediently placed my hands behind my back and crossed my wrists. I imagined that they were bound there and that I couldn't get free. The image of helplessness excited me. And when Ulrike kissed me, it was a passionate, possessive kiss. She forced her tongue into my mouth and battered my tongue with hers. I made muffled and inarticulate noises as my tongue surrendered to hers. "You can never touch me without permission," Ulrike said. "I will tell you when and how you can touch me. If your hands or lips or cock or any other part of your body touches me without me giving the order first, I will punish you." "Of course," I said. "I accept your terms. I will never touch you unless you give the order first." Then Ulrike opened up a desk drawer and pulled out a butt plug. There were much larger butt plugs on the market that you could buy, although I didn't know that at the time. "To help remind you of your submissive status, this butt plug will remain inside of you all weekend. We'll only take it out when Amber gives you an enema." This was a new level of humiliation for me, not simply because I'd have this foreign piece of plastic invading my anus all weekend, but also because of Ulrike's proclamation that a total stranger would be forcing an enema nozzle up my ass every day and filling my anus up with water. "You look so cute when you blush," Ulrike said, and then she took some more photos of me before the color faded from my face. The butt plug was about two and a half inches thick and six inches long. The base was flared so that it couldn't get sucked into my asshole and get trapped inside my anus. Ulrike had me get down on the floor on my hands and knees with my legs far apart, my butt up in the air, and my head resting against the carpet. And then she smeared more lubricating gel into my asshole. It was cold and greasy and I whimpered when Ulrike smeared it into my anus, but Ulrike just laughed. She speared my asshole with her finger again and twisted it around inside of me a lot. I think she really enjoyed violating that little orifice of mine. I think it gave her a strong feeling of superiority over me. I know it certainly made me feel inferior and defeated and violated. Then she forced the butt plug past my tight sphincter muscle and deep inside of me. It was wide enough that there was a sharp pain as my poor anus was stretched unnaturally wide. There was a moment or two of real panic as I feared that the diameter of the bulbous part of the plug was too wide and that Ulrike would cause my sphincter muscle to tear by trying to force the plug in anyway. "Uungh," I whimpered inarticulately as the thing was shoved inside of me, but once the wide part cleared my abused sphincter muscle, it closed tight over the stem and trapped that part of the butt plug into place. Once it was anchored into place, the butt plug was no longer painful; however it felt foreign and invasive inside of me. It also made me feel somehow violated, almost as if I were being anally raped. "Just think of that butt plug as an extension of me," Ulrike said while gently tapping the plastic base of the butt plug with her finger. "As long as that thing is inside of you, you'll know that you're not free from my authority. " I whimpered at this and Ulrike fondled my sore buttocks with her hands. And then when Amber returned with my cell phone, Ulrike gave my ass a painful slap and told me I could get up off my knees and call my mother. I dialed my home phone number and when my Mom answered I told her I was going up to Atlantic City with one of my friends from school. I'd done a weekend trip to Atlantic City once before and came back none the worse for wear, so my mother wasn't too worried when I said I was going to Atlantic City now. She warned me not to gamble more than I could afford to lose and that if I ran into any kind of trouble that I should give her a call. She told me that she loved me and wished me a nice weekend. I said the same to her and then I hung up. "Atlantic City?" Ulrike said as she snatched the cell phone from my hand and gave it back to the maid. "Not a bad cover story. I'll give you some cash before you leave, just so it'll look like you won some money gambling." "Thanks, Ulrike," I said. "So, what's next?" "Well, the next thing is that you need to start calling me 'Mistress'. If you call me 'Ulrike' again at any point this weekend, I'll have to punish you." "Yes, Mistress," I said obediently and watched as the maid walked away with my cell phone. Obviously I wouldn't be using it again, until I was released from my Mistress's custody. "And you need to be introduced to bondage," she added. "You'll never really know what it means to be a submissive until you're naked and helpless and at the mercy of everyone in the room." Then she pointed towards the door and said, "Now you will walk ahead of me. I want to admire that cute tiny naked butt of yours, while we walk to the playroom." "Playroom?" I asked as I obediently exited the room and down the corridor in the direction she indicated. "It's where I keep all of my bondage toys," she said. "I think you're going to like it there."