1 comments/ 20991 views/ 2 favorites Her day Ch. 01 By: Scorpionic She awoke feeling rather dreamy yet dishevelled. Looking at her watch she realised she had woken earlier than normal and being a weekend she did not need to get up for quite some time. Reaching out to her bedside table she found the little bell and rang it vigorously. Within moments there came a courteous knock at the door. "Come in!" She croaked, her voice rasping from her sleep. In stepped her pride and joy, the man she had chosen to serve her – her pet. He had clearly been awake for some time - his hair still glistening from an earlier shower. "Down!" She instructed, and, as if anticipating her request, he was already falling to his knees. "Mmmm... Good boy!" She purred from her warm cocoon of pillows and duvet - reaching out a warm hand to gently stroke the side of his face. "What might I have in store for you today?" She quizzed, knowing he would not answer. "Breakfast first, if you don't mind!" As he rose to his feet, naked, except for her collar around his neck, she grazed her fingernails down his torso, leaving marks upon his skin which made him suck in breath through his teeth. "Good morning, Ma'am," he spoke softly, "today is your day... to do with me as you wish". -0- She reclined in bed and ate the croissants he had prepared carefully for her breakfast. The coffee was good - a nice strong blend, poured just as she liked it, and she felt it charging her body and mind with caffeine. "Come here and present yourself!" She requested of him, as he waited, kneeling, at the foot of her bed. Willingly, he moved towards her and stood, upright, by her side, his hands held firmly behind his back, as his hips jutted forwards - his genitalia on full display. She had owned him for so long now that he had long forgotten any notion of them ever belonging to him. His balls were tight and full as she enjoyed watching them squirm before her - his cock looking beautiful and majestic in its erect state, on display. She flicked him hard in the balls and giggled as he winced, recoiling slightly. The ache within him was growing unbearable and he had been desperate to orgasm for days. "Fetch my clamps!" She demanded, throwing the covers away from her as she moved into a sitting position on the bed. Returning and assuming the same position he braced himself for what was to follow. She removed the lid from the small box containing the heavy metal clamps and took one in her hand. He wanted to move away from her but knew he must not. Pinching the skin at the side of his cock she applied three 'bull-dog' like clips along each side of his penis. His legs started to shake as the shockwave of pain travelled through him but his other responses made it clear that she had timed her move well. Pre-cum oozed from the tip. She sat back and lit a cigarette - watching him as she smoked. She noticed the colour rise in the skin around his groin and watched as his glans shone as it became more engorged. He felt a familiar headiness as he struggled to remain still and focussed. He knew now that she was full of torment and his day would be tiring, difficult and arduous. "Quickly, go and run me a bath!" She ordered as she stubbed out her smoke. He left the room, bracing each stride against the heavy clamps on his cock, and set about her request with vigour. He hoped she would not leave the clips in place for too long, already he could feel them pinching into his skin. When the bath was full of hot water and bubbles he returned to her room and gestured that it was ready. She climbed out of bed and pinching one of his nipples hard as she walked past him, made sure that her hip grazed against his now flailing penis. He grimaced as the movement sent another surge through him, more so because he knew she had done it on purpose. He followed her as far as the doorway to the bathroom and waited. "Come and wash me!" She requested as she slipped into the water, which was just the right temperature. Already the skin around the clamps was starting to feel sore and he knew it would hurt when she took them off. He wondered if he should politely request their removal but knew better of it – such a request would be reckless. He knelt down on the hard tiled floor and tried his best to reach across to wash her back without his cock touching the side of the bath. He failed. The tip grazed against the cold tiles and became squashed which send further shudders through him with every movement. She seemed to be enjoying his discomfort and purred away to herself in the water. Having carefully washed her back he waited for her to recline in the water – he knew how much she enjoyed to relax in the bath and he hoped that she wouldn't take too long today. A burning sensation was now throbbing out from the site of the clamps and he was finding it ever more difficult to concentrate. "Present!" She barked, making him jump. He knelt upwards and presented his now bruised member for her inspection. Her eyes seemed to light up at the sight of him. He braced himself as he predicted she would now remove the clips but instead she ran a wet finger over the tip of his cock. He gasped aloud as the mixture of pleasure and pain stirred within him. She watched as his penis hardened again. "That's better!" She commented, "We can't have that beautiful cock looking so sorry for itself, now can we?!" He shook his head and bit into his bottom lip as her fingernail grazed over the opening of his urethra. He was near his limit and knew that if the clamps were not removed soon he would have to do something he really did not want to do and call "Red!" Sensing his discomfort and limits she moved around in the bath so she was facing him. Silently, she removed the first clamp and placed it carefully on the side of the bath. The sharp sensation flew into his groin like a rocket – new pain surging yet relief at the pressure being released. He groaned under his breath, careful not to antagonise her. Carefully she removed the second clamp, from the opposite side. Again the same flooding sensation flowed through him and he held his breath to compensate. Awaiting the release of the third clamp he braced himself again, his eyes now shut but instead he felt her reach up and grip hold of his left nipple. Before he could move the first loose clamp had been attached – a new sharp sting filled his mind. Then another, as his right nipple suffered the same fate. "You thought you were going to get off lightly, didn't you?!" She growled. "N...n....n....no, Ma'am" he stumbled with his reply. Gripping the now throbbing tip of his cock between her thumb and forefinger she squeezed him hard. "What was that, you little shit?!" "N...N... N... NO, Ma'am!!" he grimaced. Then, quickly without warning, she reached for the remaining cock clamps and released them all at once. He fell forwards and gripped onto the side of the bath, knocking two of the clamps into the water, as the pain swathed over him. Looking down he saw a line of neat little bruises at either side of his cock, three on each side. His skin looked red and sore. She had already noticed his marks and was already reclining in the bath, purring at her work. "Now, be a good boy and reach me a cigarette, will you?" She requested, rather calmly. "Yes, Ma'am!" was the only reply he could muster. When he returned to her he found that she was already lying back in the water, washing her hair. He felt a mixture of emotions and sensations. His nipples were starting to hurt now, too. He handed her a towel to dry her hands and face and watched her light the cigarette. Blue smoke curled from the corner of her mouth as she gestured for him to remain standing, but come closer. He dreaded what she might do now. A cigarette burn now would leave him in pieces. Rinsing her right hand in the still bubbly bath water she reached up towards his now flaccid cock but stopped short of touching it, as if to tease him. "Stroke it for me," she requested, having taken another deep drag from her smoke. He hesitated, reluctant to touch his sore penis. "Do it, or I'll rip your nipples off!" She snapped. Fearing he had no choice but to do as she demanded he reached down and gingerly took his limp cock in his hand. This new sensation wasn't quite as painful as he had imagined and, oddly, it felt warmer than usual. His hands were dry and he had trouble taking pleasure from his own touch. "Aww... diddums!" She teased him. "Doesn't he like stroking his own cock anymore?!" "No, Ma'am!" He agreed, realising she had turned him off his own pleasure in minutes. "Present!" She then demanded and moved forwards in the bath. "Let me kiss it better!" Immediately, his cock sprung to life again. The notion of her soft, delicious mouth against him sent shivers down his spine and he struggled to find a focus. He must not cum while she is close to him or she will rip his balls off and have them for breakfast. Think of something. Anything! Then, too late, her mouth started taking him in, her warm, inviting, sensual mouth, sliding down around his glans, her soft lips gently grazing over his little bruises, which didn't seem to matter anymore. He wanted to cum. His balls began to churn as she took him deeper. He let his hips move forwards to accommodate her more. She felt wonderful. Silky, soft, warmth, wrapped around his aching cock. His legs started to tremor beneath him and his mind became lost in the hunger of his rising orgasm. He couldn't even think straight. Focus. He must focus! The tide was rising in him, and she knew it. She only had to work him for a mere moment more and he would explode without control. She could not allow that. She would not allow that! She gripped onto his balls and squeezed her hand around them, pulling them tight and holding them firm. She could sense the pulse throbbing in her hand. Then, just when he thought she was going to let him cum, she pulled away and nipped him hard on the tip of his cock with her sharp teeth. He tried to pull away, but she had him by the balls. Her grip tightened, as his groans intensified. "Don't you fucking dare!" She snarled at him, moving her hand quickly and slapping down with a smack onto his hard, bruised cock. Her day Ch. 02 He stood there beside the bath with his cock bobbing in frustration as she continued to bathe. She chose to ignore him now, as if he wasn't there and the maelstrom of feelings and sensations played havoc in his mind. She was soon finished in the bath and demanded that he fetch her two towels. His nipples were hurting now and his erection began to wane as he reached into the airing cupboard. Before he had a chance to turn around, she has struck him on the backside, a really hard smack. His body jolted forwards and he groaned out loud as his cock rubbed against the door. "You're in trouble today, my lad!" She smirked at him, taking the towels and making her way into her room. Thoughts of despair, trepidation and excitement filled his being. He hated it when she was so cruel to him but he loved her all the more for it. These thoughts often conflicted in his mind and he had spent a long time coming to terms with them. He waited in the corner of her bedroom; kneeling in the spot she had indicated when she had clicked her fingers. His eyes, downcast, had time to take in the effects of the clamps – his cock now sported two lines of little dark bruises which he knew would take days to reduce. He waited while she dried and dressed herself and sensed her sitting on the corner of the bed, not too far away. He heard the familiar click of her lighter and smelled the tobacco smoke fill the air. Her legs crossed not far in front of him and he saw the familiar denim jeans surrounding her leg. Her feet were bare, the dark blue nail varnish that he had recently applied still looking good and un-chipped. "Come up here and worship my feet!" She requested, a little more softly now. She moved her position so she was sitting at the top of the bed and allowed him some movement kneeling at the end. Gently he took her left foot in his hands and started to place soft, tender kisses across her skin. His position wasn't quite right and his painful nipples were rubbing against the mattress. But he dare not move. He dare not annoy her now. Her new calm demeanour could change at any moment. He had to keep her purring. She loved having her feet worshipped and enjoyed the feeling of his mouth against her skin. After months of training he had finally discovered just how she liked her feet and toes to be licked, sucked and kissed and he was good at it too. She reclined more and enjoyed his attention. Worshipping her feet had always brought forth deeper feelings within him and today was no exception. He could feel that overwhelming sense of submission flooding within him and it seemed to soak away all the previous pain he had experienced. He felt truly contented here and now, and could spend hours in the position. Gently and carefully he lovingly sucked on each of her toes. He could feel her responses and sensed he was doing well. He liked to feel her wriggling her toes in his mouth, it made him feel subservient to her, like he belonged to her, for now and for always. Sensing his more relaxed and calm state suddenly she moved her foot and pushed back against him. "That's enough of that!" She snapped. "There are things I want to get done today!" "Yes, Ma'am" he replied, a little upset that she had called his task to an early end. She moved and patted the mattress, indicating that he should get up onto the bed. As he did so, she moved his hips so that he was then positioned on all fours and moved him closer to the edge of the bed. His breaths came quickly again, unknown quantities lay ahead of him. Sensing his apprehension she patted him gently on the bottom and cooed some reassurance. Within seconds she had manoeuvred a blindfold over his eyes. He was suddenly without sight and his other senses fired into overdrive. He could hear her moving about until she turned on the stereo and the music drowned out most of her movements. He felt prone and vulnerable in this position on his hands and knees, but he knew he could not argue. He had long ago surrendered himself to her, to her will, her wants and her desires. She had never given him reason to doubt her judgement and his respect, adoration and love for her only continued to grow with each day. Sensing that his nipples had probably had enough of the nasty little clamps she released them quickly yet gently. Pressing her hips against the back of his thighs she felt him press back against her as the shockwave pulsed through him. She could have tormented him nipples more but decided to leave them until later. He panted for a few moments as the discomfort in his nipples faded and he could breathe normally again. He hoped she wouldn't pinch or scratch his nipples – they felt sore as hell! Instead, he felt a sudden cold globule of lube slide down over his prostrated arse. 'Oh, dear God!' He thought to himself. 'She's going to take me!' She peeled a pair of medical gloves onto her hands and began massaging the slippery lube into his puckered pink little hole. He squirmed against her gentle yet arousing touch and his bruised cock flinched in mid air beneath him. Sensing his excitement, she reached between his legs and gave his penis a little rub of reassurance. Purrs escaped from him and his back arched to her careful touch. He could barely feel the sore skin along his cock anymore – the sensations around his arse were just too nice. Working gently, but with just the right amount of pressure, she started to probe into him a little with the tip of her thumb. He had been training himself for her over a number of months and her digit slipped into him easily. His mind swam with no end of images behind the blindfold and he could feel himself feeling less vulnerable and more greedy. Predicting his hunger she reached for her anal probe tool and coated it in a good amount of lube. Still stroking his cock she works the swollen tip of the probe against his anus and softly massages it into him. He feels it pop inside him and gasps out loud. Knowing she can work him more now, she lets go of his cock and focuses more on his arse. Deeper and deeper she allows the probe to slide, until she senses him dilating further. She can hear him purring and groaning with deep pleasure over the sound of the stereo and leans forward to rub the back of her hand against his sore nipples. He jolts back a little, taking the probe deeper and shudders at the alien sensations. The music eventually comes to an end and the room falls silent. "Are you ready, my pet?!" She asks. His body tenses and he feels shivers travel along his neck and down his spine. He knows she has moved away from him and wonders what she is doing. If only he wasn't wearing the blindfold he could just turn and look. But he is blindfolded, so he can't! Suddenly, he felt a large object rubbing against his arse. She had made him feel so greedy and slutty and he knew she would be relishing in her little challenge of him, that he tried his best to relax and accept what she would give him. Steadying herself behind him she stepped up closer and rubbed the tip of the long, thin, rubber phallus against his opening. She could seem him revelling in the moment and allowed the faux-cock to enter him slowly. Almost immediately, she felt him starting to push back against her pressing the dildo back against her. She was glad that she chose such a robust strap-on harness. He was such a greedy slut as she knew he would be. Months before, she had tested his anal capacity and set him several objectives to achieve as a form of training. Her ideas had worked well. He had turned from an anal virgin into a horny little slut. "Now, gently, my slut!" She directed. "I'm going to fuck you!" Her day Ch. 03 He was beside himself with lust now. He wanted her to fuck him with her long false cock. He could feel it working just inside him and he ached to push back and take it all, just for her. He tried a few times to edge back, but she anticipated his moves and moved back with him. This was her moment, and she would control it. Holding onto his hips, keeping him as still as possible, she started to work the long phallus within him. Occasionally squirting more lubricant onto his now more dilated arse, the dildo slid in and out of him with relative ease. He felt like his mind was going to explode. He had never felt such an all-encompassing feeling before. He could feel every millimetre of the object sliding in and out of him. He felt amazing. He felt her hands on his hips, her thighs pushing against his rump and the tip of the probe working in deeper. Although his cock was now almost flaccid he could feel a new sensation building within him that felt remarkable. Watching his arse open to swallow her rubber cock started to arouse her thoughts. She remained focussed but took pleasure from his progress. She now knew that he could take it and wondered if she would ever make arrangements for him to be fucked by a real cock. The thought, although a hard-limit for him, would ultimately evolve in her fantasies, she knew that much. She could feel his tension building and wondered if he might experience some kind of anal orgasm. She had known men, in the past, who could achieve that, but he had never mentioned anything similar during any of his training. He started to ache for more of her probe. He was surprising even himself. Once he had been anti this idea but she had coaxed and primed him well over the last few months. He wanted her to fuck him hard and deep. Despite her thighs holding him in one position he managed to rock the direction of his hips so that the angle of penetration hit the hot spot deep within him. She sensed his movements and smiled a knowing smile. Altering her gentle thrusts to mirror his hungry hips she knew he was building with lust and greed. Within moments, he felt a huge wave flooding over him. He knew his cock was limp but his balls and perineum seemed to contract in unison. A strange unfamiliar sensation took hold of him and he felt his whole body respond. His breath stuck in his throat and he could hear his own pulse ringing in his ears. He felt suspended for what seemed like and age then something deep within him pounded and a flood of warmth enveloped his whole body. As soon as she felt him swoon she quickly whipped the dildo out of him, causing him to shudder violently and she stepped back as he collapsed down onto his belly, panting and groaning like never before. -0- The couple spent an hour or so laid back on the bed, cuddled up to each other, mostly silent but occasionally mentioning what he had just experienced. She stroked his hair and face and he was grateful for her softer attentions. At one point he expelled a huge, long fart which made them both laugh but it earned him a sharp, smack on the buttock that made him wince and purr at the same time. It was nearly lunchtime and he suspected she would have some plans for lunch. He didn't want this lovely day to end and hoped they could enjoy the rest of a lazy day together. "Right, come on..." She interrupted his thoughts, "go and shower, we have company arriving soon!" His mind swam at the thought. Sometimes she invited friends around but never usually at the weekends. She usually preferred to keep that time for her own whims and desires. He wondered what she had in mind. Knowing better than to pre-empt her he got up and showered as instructed. When he returned he realised she had already changed into a pair of black jodhpurs and knee high riding boots, a black shirt and her make up had been applied quickly but effectively. He knew her efforts were not for his benefit and wondered who it was that would be visiting later. "Tidy up this room and then wear the harness you bought last week!" She directed. He wasn't too keen on the full leather harness to which she referred. It sported a cock-ring which sat rather too snugly around his genitals and he wasn't sure he wanted to be quite so sparsely clad if she had visitors coming. He had learned a long time ago not to question her resolve and quickly followed her orders. She strode back into the room, seemingly with new inspired purpose and assessed his efforts with a critical eye. He had done a good job of clearing things away and the room looked as good as it could. Without speaking she pulled him by the leather harness and sat him down on the stool in the corner of the room. Within seconds she had cuffed him to the seat, his wrists and ankles now interlinked between the legs of the stool with little or no scope for movement at all. "Stay put!" She smiled, as she stroked his face. "There's a good boy!" This had happened before. She had left him bound in one position or another out of sight of any visitors she might have. He wondered why she had not hog-tied him and why he had been afforded the comfort of the stool. None of it made sense but he calmly switched his mind off and waited patiently. Looking down at his sorry cock he noticed that the bruises were not quite as bad as he had imagined. He smiled to himself, inwardly. He liked what she had done to him so far today as his arse twitched and spasmed against the hard seat of the stool. After what he estimated to have been quarter of an hour he heard the front door open. He heard her talking, quite regularly, and then the sound of another softer female voice. He didn't recognise the person as being any of her usual friends and wondered who it was. He didn't have to wait long to find out. Within moments she entered the room again, and tentatively behind her followed a younger, shorter, slimmer woman with long naturally blonde hair. He dare not look up directly at them. He had noticed the crop had moved from his usual place and he didn't fancy being slapped by it right now in his unprepared calm state. Standing in the middle of the room she gestured for the young woman to sit on the bed. The young woman complied without question. "Now then, my pet," She spoke directly towards him, "This is Lisa. She is my new girl-pet. I have been testing her for weeks now and have decided that she is rather lovely!" His mind turned around on itself. A female sub. She had never mentioned this to him. Thousands of thoughts and images all caved in on themselves at once. How had she managed to arrange this? They had spent so much time together recently -- he just couldn't work it all out. "I've made a deal with Lisa, you see," she interjected, "she is already above you in the pecking order but she will still follow my instructions. Do you understand?" "Yes, Ma'am!" The words stuck in his throat. "Lisa, please get undressed, my darling!" She requested, more softly than her usual tone. She strode towards him and he felt the crop suddenly rest in his lap. She was teasing him with it, gently stroking it across his thighs almost lazily as she watched the young woman remove her clothing. He dare not look up but felt embarrassed that his cock had already started to respond. He calculated his lot -- here he was, with her -- his owner, and another woman who he must obey. It was every sub's dream. "Just stand there a moment, Lisa, if you don't mind." She requested. "Now, look up at her!" She whispered into his ear softly, as her hand rose to take hold of is face. He lifted his eyes and took stock of the young woman standing naked in the centre of the room. She was delightful. Pale, pink skin, pert medium sized breasts, her golden hair falling down over her shoulders and a sweet, innocent look about her. She looked divine. She was a lot shorter in stature than his owner, but had good bone structure and muscle tone. He could see why she had been chosen. This girl, Lisa, was exactly his owner's type. "Now, you be a good boy and stay right there!" His owner stated, rather matter-of-factly. He sat there in a daze, locked into his position, unable to move. The harness was starting to dig into his shoulders but he didn't care. His penis was becoming more engorged and he could feel the presence of the bruises a little more now. It didn't matter -- he was transfixed. He watched as the young woman lay back on the bed and as his owner moved her position so he could see everything clearly. A new set of softer, more feminine cuffs were produced, as if from nowhere, and he watched his owner adeptly restrain Lisa to the bed. His owner's eyes displayed her deepest levels of concentration but she definitely had a slightly softer way about her. She was being nice to this girl and he enjoyed watching them together. -0- Having bound Lisa to the bed she moved around until she was level with her feet. Reaching for a camera she took half a dozen pictures of the beautiful form laid out before her, telling them both that she wanted to keep reminders of her day. Lisa purred peacefully on the bed, clearly content, happy and comfortable with her lot. She walked around her new prize and then applied a soft, silky blindfold to the young woman's face. Lisa giggled but did not complain. Next, she reached for a long ostrich feather and started to stroke it along the beautiful body. Starting at the girl's ankles she tickled the feather along the along her shins, over her knees, and across the inside line of her slightly spread thighs. Lisa let out a little gasp of delight. The slave, bound to the stool, could not believe his eyes or ears. This was an unthinkable torment for him. He knew he would be stuck suffering this fate for a long time. His mind raced and he wondered if his owner would actually, physically, touch the girl -- or was she just yet another toy with which to torment him. He did not know. As if reading his mind, he was then forced to watch his owner bend down and kiss the young woman, sensually, passionately, and deliciously -- their lips entwined, his owner's tongue flicking in and out of Lisa's panting mouth. He suddenly realised that he has stopped breathing and forced himself to take another huge breath. This was too much. His head, cock and balls were all aching from this onslaught of delight. While kissing the lovely Lisa, she then moved her hand gently down the length of her body and allowed the feather to fall between her thighs. Gently she stroked it over her pert little mound. The delicate sensation caused Lisa to groan a little, the response she had been waiting for. Moving down from the girl's mouth she hovered over her luscious neck. He couldn't even blink now -- she was going to bite her. He couldn't believe it. But, she didn't. She moved her way, occasionally trailing her tongue across the young woman's skin until she met with one of her pert little breasts. He watched as his owner's tongue skilfully circled the hard little nipple and he felt his own tongue circling in his own mouth. He was mirroring her every move and he ached to be released from these cuffs. Then, the unimaginable happened. While his owner's tongue worked around Lisa's nipple and breast her hand released the feather and stroked down over her thighs, parting them more, and discovered her pretty pink pussy. He shuddered in his seat and thought he might cum involuntarily. His cock was so engorged now. The sight before him was so beautiful and erotic -- he could never have predicted the swell of lust, hunger and emotions it was all causing in him now. He watched intently as his owner, apparently oblivious of his presence, yet clearly aware, teased at the young woman's labia. Her fingers were gentle and sensual and Lisa seemed to love it. He watched the two women exchange deeper kisses again as he burned with frustration and need. His mouth had become so dry he had to keep swallowing. This was a day he would never forget.