0 comments/ 35675 views/ 6 favorites Just a Male Slut Ch. 01 By: slutboynz As I squealed in agony at the repeated kicks to my balls by the gorgeous woman I'd met only a few months earlier I wondered if I could handle what she had in store for me this weekend.... It all started fairly innocently, me being a horny fellow and her being that on-the-prowl older woman with a manner about her I couldn't quite place. Ms Margaret Stacey was the section leader which included the mailroom, to which I made regular deliveries as a courier. The young girls in the mailroom had been teasing and flirting with me ever since I'd started. I didn't think much of it, being 18 and in good shape meant I got my share of attention from women of all ages. But it wasn't until Margaret caught me looking up her skirt as she squatted down near me, a deliberate move in hindsight, that I started down the slippery path I now found myself on.... She'd caught me staring a little too long and instead of making a scene had come over to me once we were both standing up and pinched my nipple between her slender fingers and twisted it until it felt like it was on fire. Seeing my face contort slightly, but also smile broadly she then placed her card between my teeth and mouthed the words 'call me sometime' silently. So here I found myself a few weeks later, having made love to her so many times already, having taken the kinky road with her and allowing her to tie me up. Legs spread wide by the spreader bar at my ankles, wrists cuffed securely to the chain dropped from the ceiling, blindfold only adding to the agony of not knowing what was next.... It started when we made love the first time, her insistent manner to be pleased her way was very attractive. Always liked a dominant woman you see, but when Marg pushed me onto my back and made me lick her cum soaked cunt clean I knew she was more than just kinky. The enthusiasm I put into licking my own spunk from her dripping snatch sure fired her up! She followed this by suggesting she tie my hands to the bedposts so she could ride my face at her leisure. Next I find that instead of 69'ing with me, she's squeezing my balls harder and harder. The strange thing for me was that I enjoyed the pain. I'd never thought much about BDSM, but it seemed now I might as well go along. Fast forward a few weeks more and I found myself in a well equipped play room, on hands and knees and barely able to move. Gagged so I couldn't make too much noise, but not blindfolded. By now Margaret had ordered me to call her M'am, and with the way she was pleasing me who was I to object? Seeing her parade in front of me with the strap-on was a worrying feeling though. But that lasted only seconds, for as she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my nutsack and squeezed I knew I was running out of options. It was either be tormented by the ballbag or let her fuck my arse with the strap-on. To be fair, I'd always wondered what it would feel like to be rammed up the arse, but I never realised the pain involved for a virgin like me. Nodding to her repeated questions of more pain for the balls or can I finally ream you, she didn't waste any time and having already worked her finger up my bum with the lube, it took only seconds for the strap-on to slide into my sphincter. Oh my! The searing pain of being opened up by what felt like a tree! When I moved too much she just reached for the balls and dug her nails into them, thus distracting me whilst she forced another inch or so into my poor arse. In a few minutes she'd fed all six inches of thick strap-on into my virgin arse, and once I'd started to relax I have to admit it was a rather nice sensation. Until she started to fuck me that is. In and out, over and over, the agony of being repeatedly opened up was making me cry freely. The weirdest thing happened to me then though, I started to really enjoy the pain of being physically abused, whilst at the same time enjoying the humiliation of being made inte her slave. After this first arse reaming session she announced she'd now call me slutboy and I would be hers to use as she wished. I agreed to this too readily, I know that now. Steadily, our encounters became more elaborate. Nipple clamps, ball press, ball splitter, ball stretchers, cock cages, clothes pins, blind folds, gags, bigger strap-ons, stronger cuffs, etc. Then came the day when the cock cage was locked onto me after our play session and she announced to me that from this day forth I no longer owned the cock and balls I was born with. They were now hers to use as she wished, my spunk now belonged to her and I would now only be allowed to orgasm as and when she pleased. Again, I too readily agreed to this when pressed. So I was now completely under her control. Cock in a cage with a padlock, being subjected to longer and longer periods without orgasm. In the meantime though, I was made to fuck her pussy for hours on end, without being allowed to cum of course. The punishment for unauthorised orgasms was a torturous ball press session that would leave me barely able to walk afterwards. The control that she had over was staggering, in hindsight it was so easy to see of course, but at the time I was in heaven as she was giving me all the stimulation I craved. Then things took a turn I hadn't expected. After once more being spread eagled and shackled on the cross shaped low bench I'd helped her make, I was expecting she would sit on my face for an hour again when instead she opens the door and in walks another woman. Today I was to please them both I was told. OK, I thought, how hard can that be? The drill was quite simple, lick until told to stop, don't cum until given permission. So with the new woman sitting on my face, M'am starts riding my cock, sorry her cock and as she's riding me she keeps smacking my balls and telling me not to cum. The new woman is dripping wet and her smooth cunt is a delight to lick. She cums far too soon though and the women swap positions. Again I was told not to cum, but feeling the new woman's smooth and soaking wet cunt sliding down my throbbing cock is almost too much for me to take. The new woman senses I am about to cum though and she grasps my ballsack between thumb and forefinger and forcefully squeezes any thoughts of blowing my wad from me! For nearly two hours the women kept riding me, cumming over and over, letting me lick their juices from their dripping cunts, before I was allowed to cum. The new woman slowly rode me whilst Marg alternated between squeezing and smacking my nuts, then coming around to my face and tongue kissing me. The new woman, Lisa, then started cumming once more and Marg calmly ordered me to cum, thus making me spurt a huge load into Lisa more or less as she came. Then as Lisa regained her composure, Marg told her to sit on my face once more. So now I got to clean up once again. Lisa's pussy tasted different, but that didn't matter once the pearls of spunk started sliding out of her, straight into my mouth. For a few minutes this went on, she just was sooo wet! Once Lisa got off, Marg and her just looked at me and decided I was just a filthy little slut and promptly pissed all over me. The hot streams of urine went all over me, face and all. The taste wasn't bad, although I didn't want to swallow any. The look on their faces had changed from being horny to now being disgusted by me, as if I was just a worthless worm. Not far from the truth of course. Seeing my cock harden once more broke them out of their moment of staring! They just laughed and left me there while they both showered and cleaned up. Lisa became a regular participant in play sessions. She was more sadistic though, putting more vigour into fucking my arse with a bigger strap-on and also using the ball press with more force. What came as a surprise though was when Lisa brought a guy with her one day. I was already tied up on the cross bench, so I couldn't do anything about it when Lisa told her slave to fuck my mouth with his nice thick cock, thus making him nice and hard. Once he was fully erect he was told to fuck Lisa, who had positioned herself so that I could watch her pussy being filled nicely with Adam's cock, his balls swinging as he pounded her hot little fuckhole from behind. She told him to pump her full, which he did and once done she pushed him away and sat her full fuckslot on my face to clean her up. Slurping her pussy clean, eating Adam's spunk as well as Lisa's juices made me so horny I couldn't understand it. But it sure made my cock rockhard! Marg and Lisa then sent Adam away whilst they fucked me senseless. I should have known it wouldn't end there. A few weeks later I was tied into an all fours position and Lisa and Adam walked in once more. Sucking Adam's cock I didn't mind, but when instead of fucking Lisa I heard him being ordered to fuck me up the arse, I got worried. Anyway, he gently worked himself up my arse and began to pump me, our balls tapping together as he got more vigorous. Marg was ordering him to go harder and faster. The pain gradually gave way to pleasure and it must have shown on my face, for Lisa then called Adam around to my front and ordered him to blow off on my face. As a good little slave he jerked himself a few times and promptly spat his pearls all over my face. Within minutes he was dressed and gone. The women were now laughing and jeering like never before. They untied me and with just a cuff around my ballsack, Lisa yanked on the chain dragging me to the bed where I was ordered to fuck Marg. She'd always been into hard slamming sessions, so seeing her ankles around her ears and her cunt just oozing juices I expected her to cum quickly. She did, within the first minute of me sliding my turgid pole up her slot she came loudly. Lisa meanwhile was talking to me to not cum, and yanking on the chain thus making my nuts ache. Over and over I was ordered to fuck Marg hard, make her cum and leave my hard cock inside her. Lisa enjoyed having the chain, deliberately yanking it hard as it seemed I was about to cum, digging the little spikes inside the cuff into my sack painfully. Marg came over and over, I don't know how many times, before her and Lisa swapped positions. Lisa just grinned at me, told me I was doing really well and held me to her chest as she kissed me tenderly. Next I feel a strap-on being placed at my sphincter and Marg is forcing it into me quickly. I'd DP'd a woman before, but this was new to me! The sheer excitement of being full to the brim of strap-on whilst fucking Lisa took me to a new place. Then when Marg whispered in my ear to just cum when I was ready I just lost it completely, blasting Lisa's dripping snatch full of spunk, thrusting deep into her as my balls ached from finally being allowed to empty. Needless to say, I didn't need to be ordered to lick her clean, I enjoyed this by now. A new contraption, in the form of a chain coming down from the ceiling attached to a hoist, was a worrying device. It looked like I would find out whether or not I liked it soon enough though as I was already in handcuffs when I was marched into the playroom by Marg. Once latched on, Marg pressed a remote that made the chain go up higher into the hoisr and before long I was standing on tippy toes. She just laughed at my discomfort, which grew once Lisa led a group of women into the room. The brief announcement was simple in that I would be used in any way each woman saw fit and was to follow all instructions. What followed was a painful ordeal, Marg sitting in a corner slowly fingering herself and letting the chain go slack or taut depending on what the situation required. The most torturous aspect was the number of times the various women came whilst I was under strict instructions not to cum. After a few hours of being used and abused I was absolutely spent, and I hadn't cum yet. I'd been made to fuck most women up their cunt for a fair bit, a couple had made me fuck their arse hard. The spiked cuff around the balls had made me bleed a little, not that this stopped Lisa from being any gentler mind you. With now just Marg left in the room, she slackened the chain a little and told me to spread my legs for her. The horny lusty look on her face told me she'd be kicking my balls soon, for this was her favourite prelude to a feisty fuck session. Her breathing got deeper as she went around behind me, and before I'd thought about it, her spiked heeled boot thumped into my tired balls. The cuff was off thankfully, for this would not have been bearable had the cuff been on still.... Over and over she kept kicking me, her foot making me cry as it repeatedly made contact with my low swinging sack. For every kick she gave me from behind, I'd also get one from in front. After receiving a dozen kicks from this gorgeous woman, who was now only wearing her spiked heeled boots, I wondered how much more I could handle. My cock was now throbbing wildly despite the hot stinging pain in my nuts. Marg sneered at my stiff cock and just kept kicking me, with what seemed to be ever growing intensity. Then something I'd never seen before happened. As I was crying she seemed to approach orgasm, then kicking me once more she just cried out in delight and came so hard she collapsed to her knees. Her kicking me in the balls had just made her cum more violently than I'd seen her cum when I fucked or licked her! Thru my own sobs of agony I couldn't help but feel delighted, in a strange way that I can't really put into words. For several minutes Marg sat slumped on her hands and knees, shaking and quivering in the aftermath of a massive orgasm, before she got some ice for my aching nuts. It took almost a week for the pain to disappear completely. The weirdest thing is that whilst it hurt, it also excited me so much to know that Marg came from seeing the pain she inflicted on me. As she later admitted, she didn't think it possible for me to take as much as she gave me, but at the same time she felt almost unable to stop herself from giving me more. I should also not have admitted to her that I enjoyed it tremendously....but that is another story. Just a Male Slut Ch. 02 My path to submission was straightforward. I'd always enjoyed the company of older women, especially those who were confident and displayed a dominant streak. There's just something about being bossed around that drives me wild... As is so often the case, appearances can be deceiving. It certainly didn't look like Ms Margaret Stacey was a wild child. In the workplace she seemed fairly prim and proper. This took a turn when I ended up giving her a ride home one night after drinks at work. She had a few, and instead of driving home accepted a ride. Being about 15 years my senior placed her in the right age bracket for me at the time....and yes she soon turned out to be quite dominant! The questions she asked me on the drive to her place were all right to the point. Did I have a girlfriend? Any plans for the weekend? Did I have to go home tonight? Would I obey her? I was a little startled by this last one, but it was when she cupped my balls and squeezed firmly that I just smiled at her....she grinned back. A few hours later I find myself shackled, my balls bound tightly, with the demure Ms Margaret now raping my arse with a strap-on and alternately giving my balls a smack. The consent process was swift and simple, I had a basic understanding of BDSM and all that I needed to learn she would take care of. Best of all, she just glowed when we agreed there would be no safeword. Her judgment was enough for me. Oh boy, I should have known better! The process of her taking ownership of my cock and balls was simple as well. The cockcage was introduced in the second month, and once I overcame the initial trepidation, I was amazed at how liberating it felt to give up orgasm and erection control. After all, on the occasions I'd be released from the cage, she could never get enough of me anyhow....so it wasn't like it was that much of a hardship. For me the focus though was on CBT, something Mistress excelled at and certainly revelled in. The delight she showed when I bought her a ballpress.... You see, as much as it was about pleasing Mistress, the delight I got from being hurt in the groin is something words can't describe accurately. OK, to taste her pussy after a good session of cock and ball torture might be an added bonus...for I just loved eating her out and making her cum and cum. Even the simple act of having her thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of the ballsack and squeezing hard, making me cringe and whimper just got her sooo wet and horny. I only encouraged her to do this harder of course, for the feeling immediately after her releasing the pressure on the balls can only be described as the best personal high I've ever experienced. But by and large she drew the greatest pleasure from performing at play parties, torturing me, kicking me in the balls, and then making me fuck her for ages afterwards. My favourite finale was being allowed to cum in her delicious pussy, then eating all the spunk out of her, finger fucking and licking her to orgasm again and again before fucking her all over again. The amusing thing at the samller play parties, where she could really go to town on my ballbag, was how the onlookers would protest at the treatment being dished out to me. I've always loved being take to the point where I cry freely from the pain, then to be kicked and crushed some more....always good to get Mistress absolutely dripping wet...as well as giving me that post-torture recovery high. If you've not experienced it then you won't know. The most impressive aspect was how easily I seemed to surrender to Her will, not cumming unless She wished me to. OK, there were some mishaps in the early days, especially when entering Her pussy from behind, but She solved that by not letting me eat Her pussy nor letting me cum for two weeks for each mishap. You soon learn control when faced with this choice. I just love eating pussy you see, not cumming I could deal with for much longer than not eating pussy. Mind you, when Mistress was all naked and relaxed whilst I would eat Her pussy it often seemed like I was in control.... She would just cum over and over, just from me licking Her pussy and then sliding two fingers up against Her G-spot. I just worked on the theory that as long as I was physically able to pleasure Her with my mouth I would continue to do so. Time and again however She would beg me to stop, well, not so much beg as push me away from Her now rather tingly pussy. Her ability to cum repeatedly always amazed me. One of Her favourites was on Her back, with me kneeling and inside Her pussy, Her legs up over my shoulders. I would get told how fast to fuck Her, how deep, whilst She had her little vibe rubbing Her clit. Over and over She'd order me to fuck Her hard, She'd approach orgasm and as She started to cum would order me to stay deep! As Her pussy convulsed and gushed around my throbbing cock I was not allowed to cum, but I had to make Her cum over and over this way. If I would cum before She ordered me to then I wouldn't get to enjoy fucking or licking Her for at least two weeks. The big grin on Her face as I'd cum inside Her soaking cunt was a sight to behold... Delirious is how I thought of it, barely in control. I think She relished being able to tell Her slave to lick Her clean afterwards too! If there were times when She thought laying back and having me lick all our combined juices from Her pussy wasn't good enough She'd simply sit on my face and grind to make sure all my dirty spunk could be licked from Her precious tight little fuckhole. Over time, the control became tighter, I was not allowed to voice my wishes anymore and the focus moved from mutual pleasure to merely satisfying Her desires. Needless to say it took me a while to recognize this change as permanent. I was told later that this change largely came about by virtue of me being too pliable for Mistress' liking, the challenge of controling me had gone. Needless to say I took this to heart and made sure to not make this mistake with my next Mistress! Just a Male Slut Ch. 03 There was a period of restlessness after parting from my Mistress. I filled this with a bit of swinging and partying, but the random casual sex encounters were very disappointing. More so since the population at large are so vanilla! As is often the case however, searching in a specific area for what you want will yield results. There are very few ladies who cater to my specific desires, but I found one eventually. After a brief period of emailing, then talking on the phone it was obvious we had a connection happening. Samantha loved the idea of torturing my balls, telling me how wet she got just from talking about it. So fast forward to the day of our meeting. As I walk into her parlour I am greeted by a long limbed brunette in tight jeans and knee high leather boots wielding a cane and looking me up and down for a bit. She'd not said a word as yet, marched me to the middle of the room and circled around me. Whack! The cane landed on my arse with a delightful sting.... Her words came frugally, merely telling me to strip naked, get on my hands and knees, now! As she watched me undress, her smile grew as she saw me in the flesh. My low hanging ballbag had her break into a big nasty smirk. Once I'd assumed the position on my hands and knees, Sam began circling me again, pushing my knees further apart so she could get access to the low hanging balls. Mmmmm, she murmured as she cupped my nuts lovingly, as if weighing them. Next I got an almighty kick from behind though, her leather boots expertly crunching my balls against me. I was just about to say thank you m'am when I got another kick in the balls, this one even harder. Her evil laugh at me sounding winded made me wonder whether I'd be able to handle this brunette... Thank you m'am I uttered. Mmmm, Sam murmured again in a low voice. Apparently my thank you was both too slow and too quiet. She told me that since I was still being evaluated I best be prompt with showing my gratefulness for being allowed in her presence. And to push her point she now kicked me even harder, now making my stomach churn a little at the stinging pain. I loved it! The position I was in had shackles in the floor, so soon I was locked at the wrists, ankles and knees. A collar around my neck was next, with three chains attached to the ground limiting my movement severely. A ballgag was shoved into my mouth and a blindfold applied. For a minute or two I heard sounds of Sam getting out of her clothes. This was soon confirmed when she draped her breasts onto my back, then when she ground her pussy into my head, making my hair damp with her juices.... Click-clack, her heels went on the wooden floor as she resumed her circling. In a calm voice she told me she'd be seeing if I had enough resilience to satisfy her and that today would be a bit of a mean test of my desire to be trained by her. The ten fierce lashes of her cane on my butt confirmed she wasn't joking. Next she lashed my back, then started down my thighs which made me flinch as she came oh-so close to the balls. She grinned as she saw me flinching. So as not to disappoint me, she also caned my balls a few times, albeit in a gentle fashion. Don't worry, she told me, I will make you cry later from pain to these nice balls, as she gave my nuts a firm squeeze. The cane was then used on the soles of my feet until they felt on fire. Again all I got from Sam was a barely audible grin, now taking on a more husky tone though. Next I felt her thumb and forefinger encircle my balls and she started to pull and squeeze my nutsack. Pulling down as she squeezed she soon got me squirming, then flicking my balls with her finger got my attention properly. Increasing the pulling force it felt so good I groaned in appreciation. An evil laugh followed as she commented that I was enjoying this too much. Promptly she let go of my balls and brought the palm of her hand up into them, smacking them into my body with a rather painful slap. The rope she used to encircle my ballbag was fairly thick, round and round it went, pulling my nuts further away from my body as she went. By the time she finished it felt twice as bad as my ballstretcher, it certainly had my nuts tensed and ballbag stretched rather tightly! All this discomfort and your cock is still throbbing, Sam quietly said as she stroked me from underneath. I think you need to be fucked up the arse she said calmly. A dollop of lube and next I felt a dildo being slipped into me. The little one went in far too easy for Sam's liking so next I felt a fat prong placed at my sphincter. I flinched as she pushed it into me, making me tighten up. This brought a fierce response from Sam, not only did she ram at least four inches into my arse, she also slapped my tied up nuts hard enough to start me crying. You will not resist me again, or I will make you really sorry, Sam yelled. For the next twenty minutes she rammed the eight inch prong fulldepth into me, opening me up like never before. To be honest by this time I was rather enjoying the full feeling in my arse. Sam had worked this out too, so she yanked the prong out of me and gave my rather tender nuts a good slap. Unshackling me, she marched me over to a low bench with all manner of rings attached around the seat base. Putting me on my back, she clipped me into place with my hands at my side and my legs spread open. The neck collar was chained at both sides so I couldn't lift my head more than a couple of inches. The blindfold is removed, the gag comes out and next I see Sam standing over my head, her dripping cunt now just oozing into my mouth. This yummy moment lasted only briefly, for next I felt her horsecrop stinging my tied balls. Ten firm whacks and I was now crying profusely as Sam giggled at my pain. Untying the rope around my nuts, she roughly yanked the rope free and this hurt just as bad as the stinging from the horsecrop. She rather enjoyed hurting me, so as soon as the rope was off another ten whacks from the horsecrop followed. Whack! Whack! One after the other, the blows landed on my now oh-so sore balls. Crying and screaming out loud, Sam was just laughing at me as she landed the blows on my balls. As the last stinging blow landed, her pussy was lowered within reach of my mouth and I could now taste the river of juices that had started to flow out of my evil mistress. I couldn't hear what she was saying to me but I didn't care as for now the taste of her sweet nectar blinded me to any other inputs....until she grasped my balls between thumb and forefinger once more and squeezed them until I stopped licking her pussy. She wanted me stick my tongue out, so that she could ride up and down on it, using my nose to nudge her clit at times....this riding of my face lasted only a minute or two before she fair gushed and groaned in orgasm. "Oh fuck", I heard her mutter as Sam then grasped my throbbing cock, and soon she had slipped my whole length into her drenched hole. Later she would admonish me for having such a horny cock, but for now she was just riding me. The evil mistress seemed gone, now replaced by an insatiable cockwhore. Over and over she'd cum, now barely able to stand up and support herself, so she unshackled me and led me to her bed. A tenderness that surprised me was now showing from Sam, she even put us into a 69er and started sucking my cock as I lapped at her juicy and now well fucked pussy. Time and again Sam would cum on my face and I'd just lap up all the juices I could, as she briefly would stop sucking cock each time she came. "Fuck you", she muttered as yet another orgasm wracked her quivering body. Missionary position is boring for some, but once Sam dragged me on top of her and told me she wanted to be fucked for at least another hour before I was allowed to cum....oh-oh I thought to myself.... A kick in the balls focused me on the task at hand. Oh right, mistress evil is back huh? Looking at my brunette tormentor as she had her knees over my elbows as my cock slipped into her wet hole....the combination of evil/tender/horny was just delectable! The squishing of her juices as did as I was told, fucking her slowly and then occasionally just ramming her with all my might as she approached orgasm, then staying ballsdeep within her cunt as it convulsed and twitched all around my stiff cock....yum! We lost track of time, and I fucked Sam to her wishes and commands for well over an hour. Next she commanded me to lick her clean. Well, if there's one thing I can deal to quite well it's a horny wet pussy! Just licking her clean was easy, for I relish the juices that flow out of a horny woman. A couple of minutes lapping and probing had her pussy clean, albeit extremely puffy. Sucking her swollen outer lips into my mouth brought a moan from Sam, then a her clit got some sucking action the response was more savage. She just grabbed my head and yelled: "Don't you fucking dare stop now!" As I suckled her clit, her pelvis started to thrust up at me and I couldn't help but slide a couple of fingers into her pussy, tapping her G-spot. Well, that was it! Howling and bucking into my mouth, Sam squirted and groaned like an animal. As she came down from this high she just grinningly said: "Again slave." So I licked and fingered my mistress to several more orgasms. I didn't count, for I was just focused on making her cum again and again, almost as though I was now in charge... That illusion was shattered when she snapped: "Fuck me again slave, now!" The intense heat of her cunt as my cock slipped inside her almost made me cum right then. Sam now looked like a wild animal, her eyes bright and wide open, her legs spread as far as possible and she was now rocking up at my cock on each stroke. As Sam was approaching her next orgasm, she howled at me: "Don't you dare fucking cum yet slave!" So duly I fucked her and kept my sensitive cock deep in her cunt as she enjoyed her orgasm. Seeing the look on my face, Sam reached for my balls and punched them, thus taking the focus of my own impending orgasm. As my face contorted from the pain, Sam was looking as me and then punched me again, this time even harder. It hit me, I never thanked her for the first punch. "Thank You Mistress! Sorry Mistress for being distracted", I proferred, but it was too late, evil mistress was back. With one foot she pushed my chest and thus off her. "On your hands and knees slave, hurry up!" she barked as she hopped off the bed and reached for another horsecrop. Whack! Whack! Whack! Three stinging whacks from this crop made my balls wish they could retreat back into my body. "Thank You Mistress" I said as quickly as I could. The evil laugh came just before another three whacks landed on my balls, which now felt like they were on fire. "Thank You Mistress" I said thru the tears, the pain now making my head spin. Mmmmm, I heard Sam mutter. Then three more whacks from the crop landed. "Thank You Mistress" I said in a barely audible voice as the pain now had me crying and breathing erratically. "You said what slave?" Sam quizzed in her evil voice, another three whacks landing right thereafter. "Thank You Mistress, You are so generous to me, Thank You Mistress!!" I offered as tears dripped from me, my body heaving from the breathing. "That is better!" Sam said, with each word landing one more blow from that bastard horsecrop. "Oh Thank You so much Mistress!" I cried out as I collapsed onto the floor and felt close to passing out. The evil mistress was now so horny though, she wanted to be fucked once more. Delivering twenty blows to my bum, she got my attention, especially when offering to land the next twenty blows on my nuts. I was rockhard still, which seems improbable now, but at the time the pain was surpassed by the excitement of the situation. "Oh ok, roll onto your back then slave," Sam suggested as I moved slower than she'd expected. "Mmmmm, that's what I like to see," Sam commented in a husky voice as she saw my rockhard cock now pointing up, just waiting for her to impale herself on. "Now for the real test slave," Sam continued, "I want to cum once, then as I start my second orgasm you can cum too." The intensity of the situation made it so hard not to cum as Sam slipped my cock into her dripping cunt, now oozing thick lube and feeling sooooo hot. Not even thirty seconds of riding me and Sam came, violently rocking back and forth on my dick. Only a brief spell and then she started riding me again, now ramming herself down onto me with gusto and calling out to me: "Not long now slave". Soon enough I could feel her cunt convulsing again and I was only too relieved to let go, spewing a nice load into the pussy of the evil mistress who had beaten my balls so hard I was doubting whether I'd be able to cum at all... "Yum, cleanup time!" Sam announced as she hopped off my cock and promptly planted her full cunt on my mouth. "Lick slave, clean up your mess!" she barked as I began licking my own spunk, combined with her juices from her well used hole. As flicked her clit a few too many times, I got a slap in the balls warning me not to get cocky... Cuddling up under the covers after this session with my evil mistress, she told me she was just amazed at how much pain I could handle in my balls. I told her I couldn't believe she could dish that much pain out so easily. The rest of the night we fucked tenderly, kissing, licking and sucking each other to several more yummy orgasms. The future would hold lots more pain, but also loads of pleasure for me....