2 comments/ 32551 views/ 3 favorites Mistress J By: kotori It all starts innocently enough, with kissing of course. On the mouth, on the ears, on the cheeks and the eyelids. Gentle nibbles and licks of her tongue and lips. Meanwhile, the hands are roaming, caressing and fondling: shoulders and arms, hips and breasts. You let me undress you as this commences, so those kisses slowly move down from lips to chin to neck and then cleavage. Access to breasts should be next, gently lapping at hardening nipples, then a little faster and more forcefully, maybe even a playful bite, but certainly sucking between the lips. While the mouth is at play with the breasts, the hands are working south, hips and belly, caressing and fondling. Fingers gently glide over panties (milky white, I assume), seeking moisture and warmth. Fingernails graze puffy panty-clad lips while tongue continues to bathe nipples, big swirls, little laps. My hand explores the damp darkness and yet comes back up to the belly only to reposition and dive under the waist-band, to seize the flesh. A single finger finds its way between the folds, feels the moisture, and then lubes the lips. It's time now, you tell me; time for a taste. Moving down rapidly, to kiss the belly, two hands tug off the panties, over the hips. You raise your ass so I can get these out of the way. Oh, so lovely looking! My soul, my sin, my desire. I kneel beside the bed and position your butt at the edge of the mattress, spreading your legs, and then with big strong-but-gentle fingers, split your lips apart and lower my mouth over you. A first lick and the succulent, pungent flower... I'm kneeling in front of you, orally worshiping you pussy. Your fingers are in my hair as I insert my tongue deep inside you, bumping your clit with my nose. Then taking long laps from your butt to your clit, stopping at the end to suck on it, graze it with my teeth. I could lick like this for hours. My tongue dances across you clit, up and down, then side to side, all around. You're so hot and so wet. The moisture is rolling down my chin and onto my chest as you're fucking my face. I could lick like this for hours, but you want more. Enough of the "soft touch;" it's time for you to take control. We change positions. You pull me up onto the bed and place my head on the pillows, instructing me to grab the headboard. I hadn't noticed the silk scarves you'd pre-positioned there, so I'm a little surprised but excited when you bind my wrists with them. Satisfied, you tug on my erection, squeezing out a drop of pre-cum, which you lick off your finger tauntingly. Then you mount the bed, swinging one leg over my chest, facing me. You look into my eyes and say, "I'm going to rape your mouth," as you grab the headboard and slide your drooling pussy over my chin and onto my mouth. My tongue goes out to you, into you, sucking deeply at your wetness. You begin to rock your hips back and forth controlling the location of my tongue in your pussy. You let me suck your clit, you let me lick the bud of your ass. My cock is straining but you ignore it. This is your time, your pleasure. I'm your pussy-slave. You fuck my face, hard and fast, your orgasm is building and we both can feel it. My tongue is straining to probe you deeper. I'm awash in the mixture of my saliva and your pussy juice. You're pounding into me now, rocking hard, hardly even feeling my tongue, using my whole face for your pleasure. "Eat me, eat me," you call out as you hips wildly thrash about my open mouth. You freeze, and a flood of juice cascades over me as your orgasm washes over you. But again you begin to rock you sweet pussy across my face, forcing me to lick and suck you to another orgasm and another. And when you're through, you slide your dripping pussy down my body, over my chest and belly until you're positioned just above my straining cock. You hesitate. I hope to god you're going to fuck me. You know I want to be inside you again, so badly. But you might not, just tease me and taunt me, and show me who's in charge. Oh yes, you would straddle my straining cock, just close enough that the very tip is touching your wet pussy. You know I want you, you know that I need to feel me. You slowly rock over me, while holding my cock, letting it graze between your full lips but no closer. Do I like this? Do I want to fuck you? You want to see it in my eyes. You want to hear me beg for it. You want me to whimper, to lose all control. You slide down you, my cock sitting stiffly between my pussy lips, wrapped in that wetness. With one hand, you hold it tightly against yourself, slowly rubbing your pussy against it. With the other, you rub that area just under my balls, working very near my asshole. "Beg me, Frank," you say. "Beg me to fuck you. Show me how much you want it." Yes, yes. "Fuck me, please, Mistress. Let me fill you, please. Ride my cock, Mistress, I'm begging." You squeeze out more pre-cum and wipe it over your clit. I'm just a toy to you, my cock a dildo with breath. Yes, yes. "Please, Mistress, please fuck me. Please milk the come from my cock. Please, Mistress, engulf me; I'm begging." "That's it baby, that's the way," you say. "Is your cock straining, aching?" You slowly raise up and slip the head of it inside you. "What about now? Do you like that?" you move slowly, only fucking a little of it and lean back, slipping a finger into my ass. You move just a little faster, fucking the first couple of inches into me, you're finger fucking me. "Do you like that Frank?" You raise up, until I almost slip out of you. And then down, hard, fast, taking my entire cock into your pussy. You ride me. You fuck me. You slam your pussy down over me. Harder, harder: raping my ass with your fingers. Yeah, insult me a little, tease me a lot. Ride my cock hard until you come again, then squeeze my balls to make me spurt into you. You know you want it. You want to feel the hot jets of semen fill your pussy. Then you can have me lick you clean again and taste myself from your snatch. You're so slutty and commanding, making me debase myself that way. But you're not finished. Oh no, you're only just getting warmed up. You climb off me, leaving my cock hard and slick and pulsing in the air, straining to enter you again. I watch you walk across the room to your bag, from which you withdraw a blindfold. Coming back to where I'm tied down, you lean over me and offer you breasts for sucking, then fit the blindfold over my head. "Can you see?" you ask. "No, Mistress," I whimper in reply. "I'd better not catch you peaking." "I can't, Mistress." "Good." I feel you untie the silk scarves that have held my arms raised to the headboard, but you quickly bind my hands together. You get me upright, and lead me towards the bathroom. The door is opened, and you have me raise my arms again and hook the cloth over the top of the door. "Spread your legs," I hear you say, and I comply, silently, the thin sharp edge of the door against my spine. Naked and exposed before you, my cock twitching and straining in frustration, my balls dangling with the weight of semen yearning to explode into you I stand there waiting in trepidation. I hear random rustling and bumping from different places around the room. Then to my shock I hear the click of a camera shutter: you're photographing me in my subjugation and subordinate position. It's embarrassing to think of you showing this photo to your friends, knowing they'll be laughing at my humiliation even though in their hearts they'll be jealous of you and not a little aroused at the sight of my hard-on lewdly protruding. These thoughts are shattered and I'm brought back to the reality of your lips wrapped around my cock. You suck me in casually, just another little tease to keep me hard. Then another sound, metallic snaps: you're putting a leather cockring on me, strapping me in. One band goes under my balls and closes over the top of my erection. I feel others, separating each ball and snapping to the side. I'm glad I'm shaved--the pull on pubic hairs would have been excruciating. I feel a large drop of clear salty pre-com ooze from the tip of my cock, which you catch with your fingertip and then trace across my lips. Another second and another click of the camera. Though I can't see, I sense you kneeling before me for a close-up. "You want to come, boy?" you taunt. "Yes, Mistress. Please let me come." "Where? Where do you want to shoot your load?" "Wherever it will please you, Mistress." Again the sound of rustling across the room as you dig something else from your bag. "I'm going to let you masturbate for me," you say approaching me again. Another new sound, the hum of a vibrator. You squeeze my cock roughly, coaxing out another large glob of pre-come and I feel the vibrator buzz against it. "Just a little lube," you say. Then you roughly pull my forward by the prick until I'm leaning against the door, my feet splayed and my arms high. I feel you spread my ass cheek and find my butt hole with one hand as you slowly guide the vibrator to the puckered opening. "I'm going to fuck your ass with this while you jerk off for me," you say, so matter-of-factly. I groan with lust as the slender toy pierces me, the vibrations resounding in my leather-clad scrotum. My cock is twitching involuntarily as the rods probes my ass and touches against my prostate. "Fuck" I hiss, uncontrollably. "Don't like it?" "It's wonderful, Mistress. "Good," you reply, laughingly. "You little slut. Cock-bound, manacled, butt-fucked with my come dripping from your chin and you like it. What a whore you are." "Yes, Mistress. I'm your whore." I feel you undo my hands from the top of the door, but because me feet are so far apart, I have to continue to lean against it to support myself. "Go ahead," you say, twisting the vibrator in my ass, "jerk yourself." My two hands are still bound together, and I grab my cock with both of them. I know you'll be unhappy if I go as quickly as I'd like, so I start out with long, slow strokes swabbing my palm over the head to gather the copious lubricant I'm producing. From the way you're fucking my ass with the vibrator, I calculate that you must be on your knees before me, inches away from my cock. I imagine I can feel your breath against it. I imagine that when I come, it's going to hit you. "Go ahead," you say again, "speed it up a little, make yourself come." My hands are stoking steadily now, increasing in tempo and squeezing harder. I want to shoot my load on your breasts, I want you to see what a good boy I am. Just then you jam the vibrator in deeper and command me to "Come! Now!" A loan, guttural moan escapes my lips and I feel the semen rising. On the down stroke, with my cock aimed straight forward, I feel the first spurt jet out. Even you're a little surprised by the force and intensity for I hear you gasp slightly. And spurt that I'm sure arcs through the air, hopefully falling on your milky white breasts. I begin stoking again to squeeze every drop out and even when I think I'm done, the removal of the tool from my ass cause another big clot of come to ooze out. I'm spent, but still blinded. You stand before me and I feel your breasts touch my face. "Lick me clean, boy," you say, and as I begin to swab your breasts with my tongue, I taste myself on you. I've come on your tits and you're having me lick it off. "Don't swallow," you order, "save it in your mouth." You pull away and yank my head back, and I feel your tongue force my mouth apart so you too can taste my come. Mistress J It was raining as Diane ran from her car to the front door of the law firm. Juggling her briefcase, purse and laptop she pulled the heavy door open and walked inside. As the door swung shut and the burst of rain and wind blew in, the papers that were sticking loosely from the briefcase, fluttered to the floor. "Damn" Diane muttered as she bent over to retrieve the papers. As she stood and turned to walk up the stairs, someone spun her around and a blue bandana was tied roughly behind her head covering her eyes. Before she could react her hands were pulled behind her back and cuffed, a man's hands on her arms. The sound of the rain and Diane's heavy breathing was interrupted with Jane's voice "Hi Di, you're late; we've been waiting for you." Hands pushing her, "Steps, take the steps slow Di." Diane could hear Jane walking behind her up the steps, carrying her bags. Bill's hands on her arms guiding her up the steps, one hand sliding down and caressing her ass through her dress pants. Her feet hit the landing and Jane's hands were on one arm and Bill's were on her lower back, pushing her forward. "You guys are funny; I really need to get those papers signed today. What is the big surprise?" Diane said with a nervous laugh. Footsteps coming towards Diane and then Jane's breathe in her face. "Di, today there are new rules -- if you follow, we will sign the papers. First rule -- I am to be referred to as Mistress for the remainder of the day. Second rule -- You are to do whatever I tell you to when I tell you to without any hesitations or questions." "What the hell are you talking about" Di said as she turned. SLAP Di's head rocked to the side as Jane's hand connected with her cheek. She gasped from the slap. "She wasn't fucking kidding; you had better follow the rules Di." Said Bill. "Do you understand the rules? Remember how to answer." Jane said as she ran her finger down Diane's face. "Yes, mistress, I understand the rules." Di said between clenched teeth. "So much better, Di, so much better." Jane laughed between the words. "Get her undressed Bill." "What?" Di gasped. Before she realized she had spoken, hands were up in her hair, pulling her head back, another hand on her breast, squeezing. "Di, Di, Di. I thought you understood me -- I am Mistress -- I own you today -- Do what I say -- quietly." Jane whispered in Diane's ear. Jane release Di's hair from her fist and dropped her hand from Di's breast. "Now Bill." Bill yanked Di's raincoat down her arms, grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled it apart. The buttons flew and bounced on the hardwood floor, scattering through out the room as the fabric gave way. Steel sliding between Di's shoulder and her white bra straps, a snip as the scissors cut her breasts free. "Nice tits Di." Jane's voice had lowered to a husky tone. She flicked a nipple and pinched the other one. Diane could hear Jane kissing Bill. Outside, the sky flashed a white, blinding light as the thunder rumbled and shook the windows in their panes. Bill un-cuffed Di long enough to slide the ruined clothing off her arms. Re-cuffed her as she felt fingers inside the tops of her pants as Bill popped the button and yanked the zipper down. Hands caressing her ass through her underwear. Jane's breathe on the back of her neck, Bills body in front of her. "Are you turned on Di?" Jane asked. "ummm, no mistress, no." Di whispered. Jane shoved her hand down the back of Diane's underwear, sliding her fingers between Diane's cheeks, "Spread your legs Di, further. That's good, my good little tramp" she stopped her fingers at Diane's pussy. Circling the opening and then not very nicely jamming two fingers into her. Diane's breath caught, "Oh, stop, stop Jane." "What?" Jane pushed another finger into her. "Mistress, stop mistress, please" begged Diane. "Bill, slide your fingers in here. I think she likes this, her pussy is really wet, I can feel her tightening on my fingers." Bill slide his hand down the front of her panties, spreading his index and middle fingers on the way down, spreading her pussy lips as he slide his fingers in over and around Jane's fingers. "Oh yeah, she's liking this" Bill muttered. Bill's fingers remained as Jane pulled out and used the scissors to cut her panties away. Goosebumps rose on Di's skin as she stood naked before them, Bills fingers buried inside her. "Knees Di, get on your knees" Jane's hands on her shoulders pushing her down. "Keep your knees apart and open your mouth." Diane hearing Bill's zipper being pulled down, the sound of clothing rustling to the floor, Jane kissing Bill, and Jane saying, "Bill, lick your fingers -- now lick mine. Does she taste good Bill?" "Hmmmm, look at that. Bill likes this also I think." Jane said as she ran her tongue down Bill's cock and pulled Diane's head back by her hair, spitting in her mouth and pushing her head onto Bill's cock. "Ohhhh" Bill moaned as he rocked into Diane's mouth as Jane pushed her head back and forth, shoving Diane onto Bill so she gagged on his cock. Diane trying to push back her head, meeting Jane's hand as resistance. "I can't hold it Jane, here it comes!" Bill speaking faster and his voice lower. "Di, you had better gulp all of Bill down your throat. Swallow it all. If you let any run down your chin you will do it again until you get it done right" Jane commanded. Diane gagged as Bill thrust into her mouth and Jane held her head in place as he came down the back of her throat. She swallowed over and over not wanting to loose a drop. Tears streaming from her eyes under the blindfold and running down her cheeks, dripping onto her heaving chest as Bill finished. Diane hoping it was done as she heard Jane tell Bill to un-do the cuffs and re-cuff her wrists in front of her. Bill turning her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up and pushing her knees apart. "Di, I have never fucked a woman before. I have watched you walk around this office, twitching all over and just dreamed of shoving you onto the desk, ripping your pants down and fucking you over and over. Bill wants to watch me fuck you." Jane dripped lube down Diane's ass, sliding it all over between her legs. "Spread her for me." Bill's hand pulling her cheeks apart, her pussy opening for Jane as Jane slide the strap-on up her thighs and slide the head of the dildo into Diane. Jane's hands grasped Diane's hips. Bill placed his cock against Jane's mouth as she opened and sucked his cock as she fucked Diane's pussy. Jane slammed into Diane harder and harder. Diane grunting with every slam. Jane threw her head back, blonde hair streaming down her naked back; sweat glistening as she fucked her. "The power, I am drunk on the power." Jane gasped as she climaxed and buried the dildo all the way up into Diane. She pulled out and sat down in front of Diane. Placed the head of the dildo against Di's lips. "Clean it Di, lick your scent off it. That's right, suck it all off." Jane looked over Diane's ass raised in the air to Bill's erect cock. "Do you want to fuck her Bill??" He didn't need to answer. "Diane said she really needs those papers signed, today. I don't think she will mind if you slide in there." "Keep sucking it off you obedient little bitch, while he fucks that pussy all over again." Bill slide up to Diane's quivering backside and slide his throbbing cock into her. Her teeth bumped against the dildo as she kept sucking while he fucked her. Jane watched his face, noticed his pace picking up. "Pull out of her. That's enough. I am not done with her and you can save that for her ass." Jane said as she stood up. Diane heard what Jane had said and pushed her cuffed hands under her and rose up. "Nooo, mistress, no way." Jane slapped her ass, "You should be saying, yes mistress, more mistress." Jane lay on her back on the floor and pulled Diane so she was straddling Jane. She slide further down under her and as she clamped her lips on a nipple she guided Diane onto the strap-on and began bucking her hips up and into Diane. "Mistress, ahhhhhhhhh." Diane moaned. Bill could stand it no longer. He spit onto his palm and began stroking his cock. As he knelt between Di's legs. "Fuck her ass Bill; slide your cock into her." Jane ordered in between thrusts. Jane sucked the other nipple into her hot mouth as Bill slide the head of his cock into Di. She pulled away from Bill and impaled herself even deeper onto Jane as Bill grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his cock until his cock was buried deep into her ass, his balls slapping the base of the dildo as Jane pounded her from below. Bill grunting as Diane's ass pulled at his cock, Jane grunting as she bucked into Diane and Diane moaning, "Mistress, mistress, mistress." Bill clamped his hands on Di's lower back as he thrust into her one more time as he shot his hot cum into her. Jane raised her hips off the floor one final time as Diane collapsed on top of her. Bill's hands un-cuffing her, pulling her up and guiding her forward into the bathroom. She heard the light flick on and the door close. She slide the bandanna off her eyes, feeling the wetness running down her leg. She looked around the bathroom and saw sweatpants and a t-shirt folded on the toilet; the papers signed setting on top of the clothes. Jane's handwriting on the note on top of the papers. Good girl Di, good girl. Mistress J Dedication! (This is a fantasy of a dear lady who is no longer with us but is true to her love for sexual variety! I dedicate this series to MistressJ!) Being a 6ft. tall good looking male stud I was an easy mark for a more mature woman. I met Judi when I was a young naïve 27 year old at a local disco bar. Judi was a sexy 5ft. 4in. tall blond with piercing blue eyes, exposing her set of 36 C breasts by wearing a push up bra under her low cut sweater which exposed all her delicate curves. Watching her breasts bounce around all night long as we danced kept me quite aroused. We hit it off right away and after making out in front of everyone on the dance floor. Judi gave me her phone number telling me to call her the next day assuring me that we would have a fun time. I was a handsome untrained stud waiting for the right woman to come along to teach me the ways of the sexual world. Even though I was no longer a virgin, I had no idea what a female orgasm was or how to give one. I had only had sex with one coed who was quite unskilled in lovemaking. Taking me between her sheets it didn't take long for Judi to find out that I was a juvenile at sex. Instead of kicking me out of her bed Judi saw this as an opportunity to train me as her own stud to do her bidding. When I went home I couldn't wait to call Judi the next day. Luckily it was a Saturday so I could call her that afternoon. Giving her ring Judi answer the phone in her sexy voice wondering what took me so long. Giving me her address she told to get my butt over to her house right away so that we could get started and have some fun together. When I got there Judi was wearing only a see through nighty, already opened a bottle of wine, and ordered a pizza and so we didn't have to worry about food. Leading the way clasping my hand tightly Judi led me directly to her bedroom. As soon as we got close to the bed Judi began kissing me and removing all of my clothing. Telling me not to worry knowing that I was a novice at sex she would take care of everything. As soon as I was naked she pushed me forcibly back on the bed swallowing my hard cock and began sucking me. Pinned down beneath Judi all I could do was lift my head and enjoy watching her give me the best suck of my life. I couldn't believe that when I was about to come she actually pressed her mouth around the head of my cock and began sucking even harder until I began to ejaculate filling her mouth full of fresh sperm. Waiting until I finally finished coming, making sure that she had sucked every last amount of sperm from my peehole Judi finally let my limp cock slip from her lips. With a big smile on her face Judi crawled her way to my mouth planting her lips over mine prying my mouth open with her tongue drooling my first taste of semen into my mouth. I've never tasted my own come and as I tried to push away she forcibly held my head still filling my mouth with her sexual treat and then kissing me hard with her lips wrapped firmly around mine assuring that I would swallow everything completely. Licking my come slicked lips I was quite ashamed and embarrassed as Judi poured both of us a glass of wine. Handing me the glass telling me that this will help with the taste Judi began lecturing me about the fear of homophobia and semen. Promising me that whatever happens in this bedroom is between the two of us. Judi teased me warning that me I was long overdue to get a good taste of my own medicine telling me that if I was going to continue having sex with her my belly would always be wiggling with my own spent semen. After we downed about a half a glass of wine Judi wrapped her arms around me and began giving me a long passionate French kiss. Pulling off her nightgown so that she was completely naked Judi climbed back on top of me sliding her huge breasts over my belly and chest as her hard nipples told me how turned on she was. Taking my cock in her hand Judi slowly eased her pussy over my 7in. cock swallowing it completely and continued kissing me. Slowly rotating and grinding her hips with my cock deep inside of her I helplessly melted into her body. After having my first orgasm I was able to last quite a long time. With her well trained pussy Judi knew when to stop and start to keep me from coming pulling out so she could pull my balls away from my body or when I got real close she pulled free squeezing behind the head of my cock looking into my eyes telling me to take some deep breaths and think how wonderful the feeling will be when she continues fucking me. We stayed coupled for 30 minutes exchanging tongues and saliva as we kissed. Judi began to work her hips grinding my cock to a frenzy pushing her mound of Venus against my pubic bone so that her clitoris was getting full stimulation. Breaking the kiss she began biting my ear lobe telling me that she was about to come and that I could come any time deep into her wet pussy. As soon as she gave me the word I began to ejaculate and with each spurt of semen I could feel her pussy muscles squeezing the life out of my cock almost like it was ringing it out to get every last sperm cell. At the same time Judi was having her own orgasmic pleasures as we came together. Collapsing beneath her completely spent Judi wrapped her lips around mine and kept kissing me squeezing my cock until it finally went limp slowly slipping out of her pussy. Judi reached between her legs squeezing her labia lips together then slithering like a snake on top of me until her legs were straddling my face and her crotch was above my mouth. Placing her left thumb into my mouth she pried it open immediately releasing her squeezing hold on her pussy lips allowing my freshly spent sperm to began dribbling out of her pussy and into my mouth giving me my second taste of semen today. Slowly lowering her pussy onto my mouth she ordered me to continue licking and sucking until she was completely clean. With my tongue working her clit as she rubbed her pussy up and down on my mouth I was actually able to give Judi a second orgasm much to my surprise. When Judi's finally lifted off my face and got back into my arms as she began kissing and licking the residual come from my mouth whispering what a great lover I was. Sharing another glass of wine Judi started playing the twenty question game asking me how sexually advanced I was. I honestly told her about my last girlfriend and that she was my only sexual partner so I didn't have much experience. Then to my surprise she asked me if I'd ever had sex with another guy. Telling her definitely not; adding that it was quite a taboo in how I was brought up. Wondering if I've ever seen a video of men making love or even seen pictures of men doing each other and Judi kept questioning me. Being honest and again my face turn red and I confessed that I had watched several bisexual videos and an adult bookstore and paged through several gay magazines out of curiosity. Telling me that being inquisitive turns her on and that maybe someday we would explore the possibilities together. . Sharing that her fantasy was to watch two males fucking and sucking telling me that if we both agree that we could make all of our fantasies come true, promising me that behind closed doors anything can happen. Changing the subject Judi confessed that she had a taste for women wondering if I would be open to a ménage a trois with her girlfriend. I told her that I'd never seen two women make love before other than in videos but secretly it was always a fantasy of mine. Telling me that her girlfriend is quite open and loves putting on a show there would be a good possibility in the future for me to watch both of them in action and possibly participate; adding that she could never date anyone who could not accept her butchy side of her life because she could never give up for taste for pussy. I could see her fingers it in her crotch working her pussy into a frenzy as she talked nastily tasting them when she finished speaking. Judy even went back into her pussy for a second time sticking several fingers into my mouth giving me a taste as well Kissing her way back to my cock Judi swallowed my entire shaft. At the same time began pushing her middle finger into my butthole finding my prostate gland. It didn't take long for me to get rock hard especially with all the stimulation on my prostate with her finger wiggling up my ass. Momentarily she stopped sucking my cock and asked me if I ever fucked my last girlfriend in the asshole before. I got kind of quiet and embarrassed finally admitting that I had. Grabbing some lubricating jelly Judi greased my cock and begin greasing her own asshole rolling over on her belly and wiggling her bottom lewdly inviting me to fuck her in the ass. Telling me to go nice and slow and that this was going to be a big test whether she kept me or not because she wanted to see if I was a macho man or a sensual man. Taking my cock in my hand I began slowly rubbing the glans around her anus until I could feel her relaxing. Judi wiggling her ass and looking behind smiled with a sexy giggle gave me the OK to push inside. Slowly I gave some pressure and I could feel the head of my cock push past her sphincter muscle making Judi let out a low guttural moan yet telling me to continue pushing inside. I could feel Judi pushing back engulfing my entire cock balls deep. Using her anal muscles she squeezed the base of my shaft so tight I thought I was going to be castrated. Looking behind so that she could see my eyes Judi reminded me to go nice and slow. I could feel Judi rotating her hips as I slowly pushed in and out of her asshole. I think she was enjoying anal sex more than she did vaginal intercourse. Her hips were arched and her head raised high and she cursed me and all the demons in Hell as I fucked her ass. Later she told me that this was a way to release all of her pent up emotions using anal intercourse as sexual healing. Fucking her at the speed she begged me for Judi finally relaxed as I pounded her bottom slapping my balls so hard they were almost hitting her clitoris between her legs. I could feel her loosen her grip on every push inside then tightening down each time my cock pulled away reminding me she was in charge and she was giving me the massage of my life with her well trained anal muscles. Reaching beneath her Judi was frantically stroking her clitoris in rhythm with my cock fucking in and out of her asshole. Crying out for me to release my come I pushed my cock deep inside of her and began shooting my third load of semen into her annals. As I was coming Judi cried out thanking me for such a hot orgasm. I didn't even have to hesatate this time as my cock dribbled out of her asshole I bent my head forward and began licking her crack slurping the semen that was dripping from her hole and then placing my lips around her anus Judi was actually using her anal muscles to re-ejaculate my semen into my mouth. Swallowing my third load of come I treated Judi to the hottest analictus I could perform which paid off because she had another orgasm. Finally collapsing on the bed we both rested for quite a long time without saying a word breathing deeply next to each other on our backs. Crawling back into my arms we kissed again aggressively licking each other mouths with our tongues. Breaking the kiss Judi congratulated me telling me that I was quite a nasty boy for being a novice lover promising me that before she let me go today I deserved a nice sensual spanking. Asking me if I'd ever had a spanking before from a woman, I admitted that I had only been spanked once before with the hairbrush when I was drunk so I really didn't feel anything. Telling me that I was a good candidate to keep around but that my final test would be if I could take a good spanking for being such a nasty boy. If I was willing I would work out just fine. Curious and afraid of the same time I asked Judi what she had in mind. Telling me that I had just fucked her in the ass, it was fitting and proper that she should give me a good ass whipping with my own discarded leather belt. When I started to complain she reminded me that she could always call the police and tell them I had fucked her in the ass without her permission. Taking up the phone with one hand and my belt with the other Judi told me to make a choice. Of course I chose the belt knowing that most women love playing dirty tricks on their men. Telling Judi I had no other choice but to take the licking my ass was hers to whip. Setting down the phone with a smile she giggled that I made a good choice. Looking around the room Judi had a chair that she wanted me to kneel down facing the back. Leading me over to the chair I quickly knelt in the chair presenting my bare ass to her. Telling me that everything that went on today would never leave this room including this whipping Judi promised me I would never forget this afternoon and especially the licking. I didn't know what to expect and I've never been struck with a leather belt before by naked lady thinking that it may be just a sensual way for her to welcome me to her bedroom. I was completely wrong. As the strap whizzed across both of my cheeks sending me flying forward reacting to the painful blow I soon realized after the first ten whacks that Judi meant business and that Judi was determined to prove she was the more powerful one in this relationship. Soon I was in tears as over 50 whacks pummeled my ass. Begging for mercy she finally dropped the strap after number 100. I was quite shaken and could hardly get off the chair falling to my knees wrapping my arms around her ankles kissing her feet. Grabbing me by the hair Judi dragged me to the shower and turned on the cold water allowing it to cascade all over my welted rear end. Finally as the swelling went down Judi joined me in the shower soaping each other's bodies and orifices. Using her breasts slick with soap Judi sensually rubbed them around my chest, stomach, and back massaging me in this most intimate way. Judi even allowed me to soap my cock rubbing my erection up and down her ass crack forbidding me to enter inside. Pushing me up against the side of the shower placing her arms around my neck so that she could pull herself up Judi lowered herself on top of my cock and began fucking me slowly this way. When I was about to come Judi carefully slid off my cock knelt on the floor and swallowed my glans teasing it with her tongue until I finally shot my wad into her mouth. This time I could see her swallowing each time I spurt into her mouth. On this fourth surprised orgasm my balls were completely spent an aching. Sucking my cock until she could no longer get another lone sperm down her throat she finally spit me out giving me a wink as she licked her lips. Inviting me to lie down in the shower Judi sat on my face so that I could lick her pussy. Banding forward to that we were in the 69 position Judi instead of sucking my cock she took my balls into her mouth biting down. I was forced to pleasure Judi as she painfully chewed on my balls as a reminder that she was boss. Fortunately for me I was able to give her pussy the pleasures she deserved getting a mouthful of pussy juices as a reward. Spitting out my balls Judi spun around and before I knew what she was up to she was urinating all over my crotch. Is actually felt warmer and exciting as she told me she was marking her territory in an ownership ritual by showering my genitals with her golden essence. When she finished pissing Judi grabbed my own cock ordering me to pee. I really didn't know what she had planned and I actually had to go quite badly so I released my stream but to my surprise she had my cockhead pointed right at my face squirting me in the eyes, mouth, and nose until the stream finally lessened squirting my chest and stomach instead. I actually swallowed a mouthful of my own pee by mistake on the initial squirt which gave Judi quite a giggle. We took another quickie warm water rinse washing each other off and then got out of the shower drying each other off. We forgot all about the pizza and the wine so we sat on the couch together naked watching X- rated videos and ate pizza and drank wine watching some of the nastiest adult stars having fun. Judi's favorite video was a bisexual one with several scenes of men fucking and sucking each other while their female lovers either participated or watched. During one scene a man's wife was preparing his asshole to get fucked by another stud Judi invited me to lie over the leather divan on my belly with my legs apart and butt up. Taking a bottle of lube she began greasing my asshole and pushing her fingers into my anus stimulating my prostate gland until I was rock hard, finger fucking me during the whole scene as the husband was fucked in the ass. Seeing that I was getting excited watching the husband take dick Judi asked me if I wanted a better feeling of what it was like to get fucked in the ass. Felling my hesitancy Judi told me she was not going to take no for an answer opened up a drawer next to the couch producing a large anal vibrator and began lubing it up. Before I knew what she was pushing the huge vibrator into my rectum causing me quite a lot of discomfort and pain? In the video another stud even more hung pushed his cock up his ass and both of us were moaning at the same time. As soon as the vibrator was fully inside she turned it on and began fucking me with it. Hurting at first I soon began to relax and responded quite surprisingly showing a huge erection and the moaning loudly as I took it in the ass for the first time with a foreign object. Explaining to me that the vibrator was the good only a way to train and get me ready for something bigger so I had better just relax and take it. As soon as I was able to accommodate the entire vibrator and enjoyed the feeling I got back to watching the video. The wife was 69ing with her husband who was on top still getting fucked by the huge stud. It was hot watching his wife sucking his own cock as he was fucked in his butthole at the same time. The other stud finally wanted some action so he took the husband's head and forcibly shoved his cock down his throat. All three cocks seemed to shoot at the same time. Both the husband and the wife got a mouthful of come and the husband also got a shot full of semen. I could tell that Judi was so turned she couldn't stop assfucking me with the vibrator because she was frantically rubbing her clitoris at the same time coming along with the three studs. Slapping my asscheeks quite hard she promised me that I would get the same someday soon. Judi's put on another video of a good looking blonde fucking her husband with her strapon dildo. Slipping the vibrator from my asshole Judi got up opened up the door to the same cabinet she pulled the vibrator from with a nasty grin on her face Judi produced a leather harness and an 8in. dildo. Quickly strapping it on mocking the wife in the movie who was about to fuck her husband she promised me that I was going to get the real buttfucking rather than just a five minute video. In the movie the wife forced the husband to suck her "cock" so when Judi finally the strapped on her "cock" she got in front of me forcibly pushing the dildo down my throat, face fucking me for several minutes until I finally gave in and began performing fellatio for her voluntarily. Lovingly stroking my face Judi admitted that she couldn't wait to watch me suck a real cock. When the wife in the movie got behind her husband for the rear entry scene Judi did the same thing slowly pushing her dildo into me just like the wife was entering her husband at the same time. Once the head of the dildo pushed past my sphincter causing me to cry out loudly once more Judi giggled asking and me if I knew I was going to lose my anal cherry on our first date. Before I could answer she thrust her hips forward skewering me on the entire dildo. Being much larger than the vibrator my asshole immediately went into spasms helplessly trying to reject the foreign object from my butthole. Holding my hips tightly Judi fought me like a bucking bronco as I tried to free myself of the dildo. Slapping both my asscheeks telling me to settle down reminding me that if I was going to be her boyfriend I was always going to be on this end of the stick Judi told me to relax and take it like a man and slowly began rhythmically fucking me. I could tell using a strapon was nothing new for her because she fucked me like a well oiled machine fucking me with full piston strokes pulling and pushing the dildo almost completely in and out of my asshole. After the first five minutes the pain finally went away and I was beginning to actually enjoy getting fucked for the first time. Mistress J Dedication! In the video the male porn actor only got fucked for about five minutes but as Judi reminded me I was going to get the full action fuck. Covered in sweat with a sore asshole 35 minutes later she finally stopped having a huge orgasm from pressing her clitoris against the rubber nubs that were on the back end of the dildo. I had so many orgasms previously there was nothing left in me to ejaculate as Judi pulled from my asshole leaving me high and dry unfulfilled of an orgasm. Nastily she moved around to my face grabbing my hair pulling my head up so that she could push the dildo back into my mouth. Before I could think about how dirty it was she pushed it all the way down my throat forcing me to wash it off with my saliva. Pulling the dildo out of my mouth after it was cleaned she slapped my face back and forth asking me what I thought about losing my virginity. Honestly I told her that my asshole was quite sore and I was totally humiliated yet I was looking forward to getting fucked again soon. Telling me that was the perfect answer Judi re-greased her dildo moved back behind me pushing it back into my asshole fucking me for another ten minutes reminding me of all the dirty nasty things she was going to do to me as her boyfriend. There was a knock on the door in the movie and the wife pulled the dildo out of her husband and in came a stud with a huge cock. Before the husband could refuse the sexy stud pushed his huge cock into his butthole. I was sure that the actor in the movie was not new to getting fucked by another man but playing a virgin he sure looked the part. He didn't enjoy the huge cock pounding his butthole at all. Looking me in the eyes Judi told me that if we stayed together long enough that would be me on the receiving end. Telling me that there were even worse things she could make me do promising me that whatever happened inside her apartment was between the both of us. Not allowing me to sleep with her that first night forcing me to sleep on the twin bed in the spare bedroom. All night long I had lurid dreams of fucking and getting fucked. Judi even gave me some special vitamins before I went to bed that would help replace the loss of all the semen in my testicals. I actually woke up in the morning with a huge erection only to see Judi standing fully naked by at the side of my bed with a big smile on her face. Not even asking permission Judi threw back the covers straddled my cock slowly lowering herself on me fucking both of us to a nice slow orgasm. Right before I came she pulled off my cock taking the head in her mouth allowing me to come down her throat. I watched her swallow hungrily as if she needed my semen for breakfast. When she finally sucked the last of the semen from my cock she gave me a hot kiss surprising me with her tongue coated with my semen pushing it down my throat so that I could have a taste as well. Leading me back into the shower Judi pushed me down onto my knees telling me I was going to get my first lesson on drinking golden champagne. Opening her pussy lips with her fingers Judi pushed the back of my head into her crotch demanding that I purse my lips around her peehole and begin gently sucking. As soon as Judi sensed that I was sucking my mouth filled with a steady stream fresh pee. Stopping the flow when she knew that my mouth was full Judi demanded that I enjoy and begin swallowing. Trying not to think about the taste or what I was doing I obeyed and swallowed the entire mouthful. Pushing my head back into her crotch Judi told me to suck again giving me another mouthful of warm salty urine. Repeating this several times she finally emptied her bladder until my belly was frothing with golden champagne. Judi congratulated me on my wholehearted obedience in which she was surely reward me for the effort. Drinking urine on an empty stomach made me feel kind of queasy yet in no way it was quite an erotic experience. I confessed that I really needed to pee as well. Judi immediately grabbed my cock head pointed it at point blank range at her clit ordering me to let go. Shooting pee like a fire hose vibrated her clit so hard Judi wildly came almost falling over as I held her close to keep her from hitting the tile. Kissing and hugging me tightly Judi giggled telling me I bet you never knew someone could have an orgasm like that. Turning on the nice warm water we took a slow soapy shower together exploring each other's bodies and orifices with our own hands and fingers. Bending me over Judi slowly worked several soapy fingers into my butthole until her entire hand was inside of me. I couldn't believe I was actually getting fisted for my first time enjoying every second of it. Working her fist around my prostate gland my cock once again got rock hard dripping copious amounts of pre-come into her the palm of her free left hand using it to massage my stiff cock, teasing me close but not quite to orgasm. Kiddingly she asked me if I would pay her a hundred dollars to allow me to release myself right here now I was so turned I didn't really think she was serious begging her to finish me off. Concentrating on the head of my cock she began squeezing and massaging my cock until I shot a huge load of semen into her hand. Rubbing the semen all over my lips and into my mouth Judi told me that I'm now owed her another hundred dollars. Pushing me back on my knees I attended to Judi's pussy with my tongue licking her to the hottest orgasm I could give. She was so turned on and she sprayed my face with pussy juices and began urinating all over me once more. I didn't even care we were having so much fun. While we were in the shower Judi's housekeeper was busily fixing us a nice brunch. Not even caring we sat down to the table naked as she served us a hot breakfast not even blinking an eye. Judi told me that she can trust her housekeeper to keep every secret giving me a wink that she also is good in bed with both men and women. After taking our time finishing our brunch I finally got to rest and was in the process of kissing Judi Goodbye. Regretting that it was finally time to leave Judi surprised me by demanding that I give her money for the overnight sexual romp. Wondering what she wanted Judi confessed that she was actually a professional hooker and never worked for free so I would have to pay up or she would call her manager. Reluctantly I asked what the chargers were. Smiling she told me I was going to be charged for three blow jobs, two vaginal fucks, anal intercourse, strapon sex, and a spanking plus an overnight charge for a grand total of $1000. Telling me she knew for a fact that I had never had sex like I had with her before making it a night of ecstasy compared to anything I had before it would be worth it for me to pay up. I asked her to drive with me to an ATM nearby and would gladly pay for her services. I asked her why she was not up front with me at the beginning. Telling me she sensed my hesitance and innocence she worried that I would walk away from a night of pleasure if I knew she was a pro. I told Judi I probably would have but the night was worth every penny and I was glad she treating me to some hot alternative loving opening my eyes to variations I never dreamed of. Driving down to a nearby ATM I quickly got out a thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills quickly bringing the money back to the car where Judi was impatiently waiting. Greedily taking the money like a kid in a candy shop I told her that it was money worth spent and gave her a kiss. Telling me that I was not just another one of her clients and that she really had deeper feelings for me she had me drive to a nice private spot where no one would be looking and we got into the back seat of the car. Unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock Judi swallowed the entire shaft and began sucking me real hard until I came once more into her mouth. Bringing her mouth up to mine I thought that she was going to give me another load of my own come but instead smiled and I watched her swallow several times until all of my semen was down her throat watching her lick her lips until every last drop was swallowed. Giving me a nice long French kiss zipping my pants back up as we are making out Judi whispered in my ear that the next time I spent the night it would be for free. Telling me that I couldn't see her until next Sunday because she would be busy with some expensive clients until then, Judi made me promise to give her a call. I tried not to get jealous knowing that this was her business and unfortunately I could not afford her fulltime anyway. I could tell that she knew by my nature that I was sincere and then I was something different from the clients that she was having sex with so I was hoping that I could give her something that should never had before as time went by. Giving me a hard swat across my ass before we got out of the back seat Judi promised me that the next time she saw me it would be even more arousing telling me she was going to bring her girlfriend next time. Demanding I hold off on any masturbation and save up my semen for both of them. Mistress Jamie Return: She Does Mistress Jamie has been keeping watch over me. She read my story and has responded. This is her message to me. ------------------------------------------------ "I can't believe the new levels of boring these conferences have reached." You think to yourself as you take a vacant stool at the bar. "What can I get ya?" asks a female voice. "Damn! She is mighty fine," you think as your eyes wander up into icy blue eyes, "So are you going to stare at my breasts all day or are you going to order?" with a voice as hard as steel. You blush a bit at being caught, and order beer, all the while hoping she doesn't notice the bulge growing in your jeans. As she turns to retrieve a glass, you notice her reflection locked on yours. "Shit! She saw me staring at her ass! Well, what does she expect wearing those cutoffs! Half her cheeks are visible!" Dick tease passes through your mind as you spin around in your chair to lean your left elbow on the bar. You become aware of just how crowded the bar is, noticing a table of colleagues flagging you over. "Can't I even get a...." You nearly drop your drink as you rise to join them. You noticed a blonde-haired woman staring a hole in you, and she looks pissed! "Mistress Jamie" thoughts race through your brain, finally you will get to enjoy the damn conference! "When? Why didn't she tell me she was coming? And suddenly you realize as you stop within a few feet—"She saw me! She saw the exchange with bartender. But she is hot! Come on now." Finally you muster up the courage to talk to me. With uncertainty, you walk up to my table. "Hi, how are you?" you ask sheepishly. "Well, ask me that in an hour because I and that bartender you were looking up and down should be finished fucking." I reply with a wink and a smile. "WTF? You are with her now? But I thought you were straight?" you manage to choke out. "I, straight?" I laugh, "as a matter of fact as soon as she has finished her shift I will be straight on top of your pretty face." "But Jamie I thought you were my Mistress?" you ask with genuine puzzlement. You wonder if I cared so much for my pet how could I just find another so easily—and a woman at that! "It isn't fair!" you think. How many times you had suggested we try another woman for adventure. But you never understood that I am a single pet owner. Your thoughts are brought back into sharp focus as you notice the sudden rigidity of my body, you know I am angry, and this time you know the things you did to deserve them...and apparently Mistress Jamie knows only too well. "Let me understand you. You sit there questioning my sexuality, my choice of pets, after your arrogant-ass behavior towards me?" I have done all I could do not to smack you across the face, because I didn't want to draw a crowd and secondly, you would enjoy being able to passively control me. Staring you straight in the eyes, I get directly to the point, "Are you asking to return to me?" My level tone providing no clue on what my reaction will be to what you have wanted to say for the past year, but you could never deny Mistress when she asked you directly. You shakily reply, "Yes, I was wrong and want the opportunity to make up for my mistakes. I want you to forgive me and take me back." Just brief seconds, the silence seemed to go on for hours. But my reply was stopped by the sudden appearance of the bartender, who, much to your jealous anger, slides in to a place that used to be yours, right next to Mistress and gently kissed me on the cheek asking if I was ready to go. "How could I ever think this bitch was attractive?" you grumble under breath--but in reality, you and I know why your libido took a 180—not only has she refused to acknowledge your existence but, she had replaced you with Mistress. "Kat meet Gomez. Gomez, Kat." Turning towards Kat I explain that you used to be my pet before her and that you had decided to leave the relationship at which point Kat finally acknowledges you with an "asshole!" and your quick reply "bitch!" neither of which sets well with me. "Both of apologize and play nice." Which a little to my surprise you both comply without forethought. Just this simple act of compliance, no resistance, no hesitation, rekindles the pride I once had in having you. And with that comes the realization that I need to discover if I am willing to risk letting you back in to my dominion again. Taking Kat's hand, I explained, "Kat, Gomez and I are going to try and work through some unfinished business. I want you to understand that Gomez was my first pet and if he does prove worthy of Mistress he will have a place at my side." With that she jumped up and said, rather too loudly, "No, absolutely, no! It is him or me Mistress!" Which you smirked inside knowing Kat just made a fatal mistake, no one gives commands or ultimatums to Mistress. You could see the fire in my eyes as I rose up with a "Pardon me for a moment," and pulled a rather nervous looking bartender behind a screen. After a few minutes I returned, looking far calmer. You wanted to ask so badly what occurred but you knew far better that Kat how much disrespect I am willing to tolerate. "Okay, get your jacket and come with me," was all I needed to say. Once inside Mistress's chamber the lost time seemed to vanish. Instinctively, you move to your corner and begin underdressing for inspection. Making certain to neatly fold your clothing, not wanting to incur another spanking akin to the one and only time you had forgotten Mistress deserves the respect of cleanliness. Upon my return, you intake sharply at the sight of your Mistress, the judo training had made her body firmer and the sight of her in fill Dom mode instantly caused balls to tighten as your cock harden in appreciation. Now dressed in a deep blue corset and matching silk panties, with black garter belt and stockings you enjoyed the juxtaposition of the innocence of the silk against the thigh black leather boots and flail. The addition of a satin and leather mask and black gloves added a new seductiveness to Mistress. "Now, let's see if you are worthy to be with Mistress again. Come, stand in front of me for inspection." As you begin walking over Mistress strikes the floor hard with her flail. "Have you earned the privilege of walking to me? On the floor you pathetic cunt and crawl." Guilt at being so presumptuous fills your body with the need to demonstrate your commitment to worship Mistress. You crawl on all fours like the worthless man you are to rest at the tip of Mistress's four inch-spiked heels. Pleased at your genuine submission, I reach down and stroke your neck and head. "Good boy!" I praise you as I take a seat on the soft brown leather chair. "Rise and show me how well you have maintained your penis for Mistress." Dutifully rising, you place your erect penis in my outstretched hand, only to receive a sudden slap on that sends tingles of pain and pleasure rocketing throughout your body. "Do you know what happens to disobedient little bears?" not waiting for an answer Mistress continued. "First they have to acknowledge their offences, then they are punished, and only then can they be forgiven." You do want forgiven don't you Bear?" I ask cupping your face in my hands. "Do you really think you deserve to cum in front of me, or at all?" I bite out, "After the time building trust and training you, you walked away." I hiss as my gloved hand lands across your impertinent face. "Is it your right to disrespect Mistress? To abuse my trust?" Whack! The pain shoots through your body as my flail lands across your left butt cheek. "Noooo Mistress. I am truly sorry for the things I said and did. I beg your forgiveness." "I love you Mistress," you choke out. The sincerity in your voice as you drop to my feet for mercy brings me great pleasure. Reaching down and grasping your chin, staring into your eyes as they well up, I say, "Oh my poor baby, intimacy doesn't equal love," and kiss you hard upon you trembling lips. Your body filled with the scent and taste of Mistress again reawakens desires that had been left abandon when you so foolishly tried to become a dominant. Pushing you back with firm determination, your head still reeling from the pleasure of my tongue completely owning yours. You startle to full attention as what is about occur dawns on you! Your temerity and impertinence means Mistress intends to finally break your insolent stubborn streak for good. "On all fours pussy boy, ass in the air." Mistress commands, pulling off gloves. As I move up behind you notice the size of my cock. "Holy shit! That is bigger than I remember!" you think a bit scared. After taking your virginity, Mistress has remained the only one to ever take you from behind. Mistress is the only one that cares enough to teach you such intimate, primal pleasure. My fingernails leaving slight red trails from your shoulders to the dip of your waistline. I lean upon your back and whisper, "Have you missed my cock in that little pussy ass, bear?" Proud to show me your obedience you answer with a quick, "Yes Mistress!" silently hoping Mistress don't notice the drips of pre-cum glistening on your cock....Oh, but I do, for you know how Mistress derives great pleasure from your body and notices all your curves and turns. Running my fingernails across your delicious firm ass. Slowly parting you ass checks, I begin lubing your beautiful, tight pussy hole. Almost purring, I place the tip of my cock as if to enter you, but I hesitate enjoying your slutty need to feel me in you as you push your ass upon me. Restaking my claim on your body, I grasp your hips and begin to slide in slowly pushing past your instinctual resistance. Your body rocked with sensations, the pleasure of my body against your ass, my 7 inch rubber cock filling you up quickly outweighs any pain. Your soft moan lets me know I am stroking your joy spot, splicing through the steady rhythmic sounds of the dual-headed rubber cock. As if further remarking my territory, I give your ass a firm slap, reminding you that you are here for my pleasure "don't you dare cum my little cunt." I rasp out as I begin to pump ferociously, deeper into my little slut-ass, the cock in me bringing me to orgasm. "Oh God Yes, ahhhhhh, YES ,YESSSSS" I gasp as I collapse upon your back. You relax your hips a bit to make me more comfortable and to hopefully to ease your aching balls. You need to cum or you really fear you might lose control and disappoint Mistress. You can feel my warm juices as they have begun to slide down your upper thigh. "You always were a good ride." I say, completing the final act of domination. Just as you are certain you can't hold on a moment longer, I pull out quickly leaving you with a sudden surge of emptiness and passionate need to cum. "Roll over, Mistress wants to see that baby boy cock of yours." Even though you are larger than average it still gives me pleasure to remind you that your cock still isn't good enough to satisfy Mistress like a real man. "Hmmm, so hard. Good boy. I am proud of your control my pet." My words filing you with sheer joy at being called my pet again quickly faded into the background as my fingers teased and slapped your cock. Gently cupping your hard balls I playfully ask if you want to cum now, to which you can only nod your head feverishly as you try to maintain control. You know that waiting for Mistress's permission to cum is a heady sign of obedience and will help prove you are serious when offering yourself back to Mistress. "Do you want to cum?" I ask, my tone assuring you I am in control of whether you finally get to cum for Mistress or continue the sweet, torturous game I like to play with you. "Yes Mistress." You answer so sweetly. Though I can clearly see you are on the edge, your total disrespect for the past year has warranted a little more discipline. As you lay on you back waiting to discover what Mistress will decide, I wander back in with restraints and proceed to tie your arms to the bedposts knowing what a dirty little cunt you are I can't have you touching yourself in case I feel like a bit of slut cock later. "Against my better judgment I am willing to allow you to prove your desire and need for Mistress, this time my little bitch don't fuck it up." With that, I leave trusting your willingness to be vulnerable again. My little slutty boy-toy left alone, still tied to the posts, still erect, but oddly deeply satisfied because you, a horny little sissy boy have won your Mistress back. Smiling, because you knew you were back where you belonged at Mistress's feet, to serve like the bitch you are. Mistress Jamie’s Bitch Ch. 01 I met Mistress Jamie several years ago. She was a sweet, demure, giving, beautiful, and intelligent woman who spoke several languages. After several months of on and off attempts at seducing her, she revealed her true nature to me. This is one in an ongoing story of sexual bliss, dominance, and submission. I'm sharing it as I shared it with Mistress Jamie. She read this short story and has given me her consent to it. Thank you, Mistress Jamie. --------------------------------------- I'd been curious and aroused after you'd confessed to wanting to use a strapon on me. I was now longing for you to take me. I'd spent more time than I could recall masturbating while thinking of you in black leather, thigh high boots, stockings, garter belt, and corset. Finally, you walked into the room dressed as I described. Around your hips was your cock. Your hair was pulled back severely. You placed a collar around my neck, led me into the bedroom, and forced me to kneel. You smiled seeing me excited and just a bit nervous. "You've been very bad," you said in a harsh whisper. "Yes Mistress, I've been masturbating without your permission," I said. My heart was pounding in my throat and chest. "What else?," you asked. Confused, I replied with a question, "What else?" "What else have I done?" I wondered. Slap! Your gloved open hand upon my cheek. "You don't know? Surely, you know," you said in an accusatory tone. Pushing a pair of cum-stained panties in my face you said "You've been masturbating in my panties, bitch!" "Oh no," I thought. I could've sworn that I'd hidden them. They were a pair of satin string bikinis. I'd seen you wear them. You looked like the goddess you were. Hanging your bikini on your cock, you told me to worship you. "Start at my boot toe, bitch," you ordered. I kissed your foot and up your leg. When my hands took hold of your ass you slapped me again, asking harshly "Did I tell you to touch me?" I replied, "No mistress." I started on your other leg, worked my way up the shiny, leather shaft of your boot. You perfume and smell of leather was intoxicating. "Now, suck my cock," you commanded. I recoiled, you grabbed my collar and pulled me into your cock, and ordered me to "Suck it, I said, just the way you like to sucked. Lick the head, lick the shaft, make me happy." I did as commanded. You pulled my head in, causing me to gag, and all you did was laugh. "Are you ever going to do anything without my permission?," you asked. "No Mistress, I will always ask first," I replied. Throughout my cock had been growing ever harder and was dripping pre-cum. "My, my is that an erection I see growing there?," you asked smacking me on the cheek, watching my cock twitch from the pleasure, you with a smile on your face. "Forgive me Mistress, but I have tried to control it," I told you. "I'm disappointed in you," you said, walking behind me, pinching my nipples before returning to face me. Looking deeply into my eyes, you looked down seeing at my throbbing erection, told me to stand, and took my cock in your hand, squeezing it with just enough pressure that you could slide your hand up and down the shaft as you placed your hand behind my neck bringing my lips to yours. You kissed me passionately, sucking and lightly biting my tongue and lips. My cock was throbbing. I wanted you so badly I could taste it, but dared not make any advance. Stepping backward, you slid your cum-stained bikini off of your cock and hissed "Put these on, you little bitch." You followed with a slap when I hesitated. I felt a mixture of excitement, fear, and some humiliation, but I trusted you. You're my mistress and you'll take care of me. "You want to cum in my panties, you'll wear them, bitch," you told me. Stepping into your bikini, I slid them up my hips, and did my best to put my cock inside. I thought my cock wear rip your bikini open. The pressure of my bulging member against the satin added to the arousal. "On the bed and on your hands and knees, panty boy," you commanded. My heart was beating wildly as you lubed your cock, slid your bikini to the side, and lubed my ass. You had a devilish smile. The anticipation almost made me cum. I felt you behind me, felt the tip of your cock against my ass, and your hands gripping my hips. "Relax," said. I felt the head of your dildo up against my ass, I breathed deeply, and tried not to tighten up as you entered me. "I'm going to fuck your cunt ass until I'm sated," you stubborn panty-wearing, cunt of a bitch boy." Slowly you went in and heard me moan from the intense pleasure, intimacy, and trust I felt and we shared. You began taking harder stokes into my ass. You too began moaning. I wondered what was happening. You anticipated my curiosity. "I have a double-headed dildo, bitch," you gasped. As you fucked me, you fucked yourself. Your dildo brought your dripping pussy hot, erotic pleasure as you fucked me. "Take out your cock and stroke it," you said. You enjoyed watching me stroke my cock. I enjoyed stroking it for you. "Roll over," you ordered. "I want to watch you stroke your cock and cum on my bikini, panty boy." You fucked me harder, ramming the dildo deeper and harder into the two of us until we both exploded in a hot, wet, raging climax as my hand stroked my cock as fast and hard as you banged my ass with your dildo. My hand was dripping cum. You leaned forward and kissed me hard telling me "Next time, panty boy, you fuck me." Mistress Jamie’s Bitch Ch. 02 "You disobedient cunt! You stupid, willful, truculent bitch! I can't trust you, can I? I had hopes for you, but yet again you disappoint me. Yet again, you prove yourself unworthy of my trust, unwilling to comply, unable to obey. I'm going to see to it that you'll obey, oh yes, I will," said Mistress Jamie. I'd been caught in the act. Mistress Jamie had ordered me to clean up her house while she was out this day. I was then to await her further instructions. I'd finished earlier than anticipated, and believing that she'd be away I turned on her computer. I knew it was a risk, but rather than restrain myself, I let my curiosity free and I was about to pay the price. On computer's desktop was a wmv file marked "Match," dated from the day before. I opened it. I instantly recognized the setting; it was Mistress's "playroom." My mistress stood barefoot on a mat in the center of the room wearing a short, silk, jade green kimono. Her blonde hair was pulled back. She was speaking to another woman, a redhead with sunglasses in a black leather coat. Her hair was cut in a stylish bob. She removed her sunglasses and I recognized her. Mistress had asked me, accusingly, if I'd submitted to another mistress. I hadn't, but Mistress Jamie was possessive of me, her "pet" she sometimes called me. She deeply resented any attention and was ready to lash out in vindictive fury. The other dominatrix was Mistress Jacqueline. She'd approached me while I was out with Mistress Jamie. I was too taken by my dominatrix to suspect that another mistress might want possession of me, too dull witted, too clueless. Turning up the volume, Mistress Jamie accused Mistress Jacqueline of trying to subvert her authority by stealing me. Mistress Jacqueline sneered, laughed arrogantly, and replied "What if I am? If I want him, I'll have him." Coldly, calmly, Mistress Jamie replied "The only thing you'll have is broken pride once I've finished with you. You'll be addressing ME as mistress in short order. I'll give you a choice, however. You may willingly submit, or you may choose to be forced into submission." The redheaded domme threw open her leather jacket and tossed it aside. She was wearing a black, wet look bra and panty set, with incredibly tiny, Brazilian boycut panties. She next tossed her sunglasses aside and stood with her hands on her hips, challenging my mistress. Mistress Jamie glared daggers at the redhead. She undid the belt of her kimono and shrugged the silk garment from her shoulders. My mistress stood proudly in a green satin thong and bra. Her tigress emerged and she immediately attacked her opponent tackling her to the ground. My cock stood straight and saluted. I began stroking it slowly, rubbing lightly its head, sending just the slightest electric charge through the length of my blood engorged member. I can't begin to describe the action in full, but it was fierce, with each domme attacking, parrying, and counterattacking the other. Both tigresses were magnificent in their fury. Their anger, self-confidence, and mutual contempt fairly leapt from the computer screen. At one point in the action, Mistress Jamie had her opponent scissored, her taut legs like steel as they compressed Mistress Jacqueline's neck. The redhead writhed as Mistress Jamie applied pressure, but managed to pry her opponent's legs open and escape. My cock was aching for release. It was slick and coated in a thick layer of precum. My little head was doing all of the thinking for my big head. I paused the film clip, headed to Mistress's boudoir, and opened her hamper. Laying on top were Mistress Jamie's lingerie and Mistress Jacqueline's. My mistress must have defeated the redhead. I pulled out their panties, inhaled them, and rubbed my face into them. Their perfume was intoxicating, mixed with perspiration, and the fragrance of their pussies. My erection grew even stronger. I then recalled how Mistress Jamie had humiliated me the last time, but also how exciting it was, how forbidden it was, and how her contempt mixed with care had brought me to a fever pitch. I took the plunge. Pride be damned. Slipping on Mistress Jamie's bikini I snugged my aching, throbbing cock into place. Since she is a good deal smaller than I, the fit was tight. I then slipped on her defeated opponent's panties. My straining cock was held in place. "I'll do her laundry," I thought, "and she'll never know. She's going to be out for hours." Returning to the computer, I clicked play. Both beautiful bitch goddesses circled and toyed with one another, looking for an opening. As if choreographed, they came together in a perspiring crash, hands in hair, legs kicking and trying to trip the other. They fell to the mat, and as they did I slipped my cock free, over the top of the waistband, and sandwiched my balls between both sets on sexy panties; it at that moment that Mistress Jamie entered the room and caught me in the act. I froze in mid-stroke, terrified, excited, fearful, my glistening cock in my hand. "You couldn't resist being the nosey bitch, could you? I thought that I could trust you, that you'd been sufficiently trained and disciplined, but I was wrong. What's more," she said in a tone that mixed disappointment, anger, and contempt, "you wear my bikini and my trophy. You truly are a bitch, you fucking panty-boy slut, you whore. I'm Since you couldn't resist viewing me in action, I'm going to give you what I gave that insignificant cunt. To my chamber, now," she said. I tried taking off the forbidden garments, but Mistress Jamie stopped me and told me to stuff my cock inside. I awaited her in her chamber, on my knees, on the same mat on which she'd subjugated her rival. Mistress entered the room, she was exquisite. Her black leather boots reached up to her thighs, the stiletto heels added to her presence. Peaking above her boot tops were the garter belt that held up her black stockings. She wore a leather mini skirt and purple satin blouse that looked to be a size too small. Her breasts, rounded, ripe, and perfect, heaved with every breath. She wore buttery-soft, black leather opera gloves. I kneeled before my mistress with my hands clasped behind my back. She walked up to me, slapped me, and then grabbed my chin in her hand, hissing "You willful slut, you presumptuous bitch, I'm going to break the stubborn, undisciplined cunt inside of you. You'll become useful—someday." "Unzip my skirt, fold it, and put it on the bench," she ordered. I did as commanded. Mistress was stunning. She is severe and beautiful, wearing a purple, satin thong and matching garter belt. "My blouse, bitch," was the next command. "Grabbing my throat with her gloved hand she pulled me close and said "Don't damage it." Undoing the buttons, I slid it off of her, folded it, placed atop her skirt, and resumed my kneeling position in front of her. Mistress walked around me, clicking her tongue. "I don't know why I bother," she said, "why I see any hope for you, or any promise in you." I kept silent, hoping to avoid incurring any more of her wrath, painful and exciting as it was. "Panty boy, that's what you are, a fucking sissy and panty slut, you're undisciplined, willful, and disobedient. Unzip my boots," she commanded. Amazingly, my cock kept erect, despite the humiliation. Perhaps it was due to Mistress Jamie subjugating and breaking me. I knew she did it for my own good. After placing her boots near the bench, she ordered me to lie down. She next subjected me to the moves she'd used on Mistress Jacqueline. Mistress Jamie scissored my neck, hissing contemptuous remarks, tweaking my nipples. I tried resisting, but couldn't. My cock continued aching. Mistress next put me in a bow and arrow, a chin lock, and then face-sat me, front and rear, grinding her cunt and ass into my face, smothering me, making gasp fro breath, and struggle. She merely laughed, slapped my nipples, and twisted, and pinched them. While parked top my face, my nose fitting perfectly between her firm ass cheeks, she began massaging my cock. "Don't you fucking dare cum, do you understand cunt?" she asked. My muffled voice said "Yes," but I so badly wanted release. Standing up, Mistress Jamie ordered me to the bedroom, where she restrained me, each limb secured. "Would you like to cum, my pet? I think you do. What say you, slut? What do you want, you little bitch?" I croaked out, "Yes, please, please Mistress Jamie." She lay atop me and began grinding her hips into mine, her vulva into my straining cock. I dared not react lest I incur any more of her wrath. I lay there. As far as Mistress Jamie was concerned, I wasn't even there, I was just an implement for her pleasure. "Don't you dare cum," she whispered in my ear, "No, don't you dare." I needed to explode. I knew, however, that the pleasure of the release would be short-lived. My beautiful bitch goddess ground away, she teased me, plucking, sucking, and licking at my nipples, biting and licking my ears, and lightly slapping me to remind me she was in charge. Mistress got up, stood above me, turned, and then sat on my face. She rode my face and used it as a saddle. I was surprised at what came next. She began massaging my cock through the tight satin encasing my cock and balls. It didn't take long. I climaxed more strongly than I'd ever cum before. The panties were soaked in cum. She merely gave a short laugh and said "I told you not to cum." I thought that she'd whip me for certain, but instead Mistress Jamie took my cum-coated cock from out of its satin casing, sandwiching my balls between both sets of panties. "You will fuck me, and fuck me until I tell you to stop," she said. "If you don't fulfill this command, you won't be right after I finish with you." She said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You had best satisfy me, panty boy," her voice dripping with contempt. My cock rose to the moment. My beautiful, demanding, stern bitch goddess slid her panties to the side, revealing the beauty of her pussy, and impaled herself on my cock. Mistress Jamie ground her cunt slow and hard. I only hoped that I would be able to satisfy her. Watching her, she paid me no attention. I was simply a life support device for a cock. She played with her breasts, eventually unhooking her bra and letting her orbs free. Pinching her nipples, she cupped first one breast, and then the other as she licked her nipples. My domme varied her pace and motions, first slow and circular, and fast hard, and up and down. Every so often she would glare at me and slap me or pinch my nipples. I was ready to cum yet again. She knew it and stopped. She used the muscles in her cunt to massage my cock, bringing me to the point of climax, and then stopped. Dismounting, Mistress Jamie turned off the lights and left me in the dark, my erect cock waving in the air. Mistress Jane Part One I first met Mistress Jane through the Internet. Like me, she was from Australia, so we automatically felt a connection, even though she was a very dominant bi-sexual and I'm straight woman in a kinky sort of way. We soon became good friends, and I enjoyed hearing about the things she did with submissive women while I described my encounters with guys in detail. We spoke about our fantasies and told each other our deepest, darkest secrets. Over time the friendship continued to grow stronger, so when I had to attend my cousins wedding in her hometown, I was thrilled that we would finally get to meet. We arranged to meet for a light lunch at a local hotel before I attended the wedding at 3pm. I was on a very tight time schedule and had to fly out early the morning after the wedding, but neither of us wanted to miss the opportunity to meet, even if it was brief. We would have plenty of time to chat online when I returned home. Jane was sitting at a table sipping a drink as I entered the quiet hotel bar. She didn't appear to notice me at first, so I silently observed her for a few moments. She was very attractive with long dark hair and chiseled features. The online pictures I had seen didn't do her beauty justice. She turned her head in my direction, and as our eyes locked, a cold shiver ran down my spine. She had the most incredible steel blue eyes that I had ever seen. I smiled nervously and made my way over to the table. As she stood up to greet me, I was overwhelmed by her height. She towered over me even though I considered myself to be fairly tall for a woman. She quickly took my hands in hers and pulled me into tight embrace. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, and I became very conscious of her womanly curves molding into mine as she held our embrace. I reminded myself that I was straight, and forced myself to break the hold. Soon the conversation started to flow easily between us, and I began to feel very relaxed in her company. She signaled for the barmaid, a petite young blonde woman, to pour us some drinks. She explained the barmaid's name was Brooke as I watched her bring the drinks to our table I was more than slightly surprised when Mistress Jane ran her hand up the back of Brooke's leg and up under her short skirt. I heard the barmaid let out a small moan of pleasure, and I realized that Jane's practiced fingers were probing deep into her young pussy. I thought sure that Mistress Jane's eyes became an even deeper shade of blue as she removed her hand from under Brooke's skirt and held up three wet fingers to let the young girl clean off her own juice. "That will be all for now Brooke," she stated coolly to the barmaid. "Yes, Mistress Jane," came the simple reply as Brooke made her way back behind the bar to await her next task. At this point I was desperately trying to convince myself that I was straight since my own juices were now soaking my panties. Mistress Jane continued on with our conversation as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. As I finished the last of my drink, I was very curious to see what happened when Brooke delivered the next round. When she returned, I was a bit disappointed that she stood on my side of the table and out of Mistress Jane's reach. However, as Brooke reached past me to place our drinks on the table, I could see she was staring down my low cut top. As she stood up she ran her hand over my breasts and slipped it inside my bra. As she gently worked my nipple with her fingers, it became instantly hard and aroused. The arousal and sensations seemed to go straight to my clit, which had now become equally as hard. I faintly heard Mistress Jane suggest that I give Brooke her tip this time, and my hand, almost involuntarily crept up in between her legs until my fingers found her dripping wet pussy. I slid one finger, then two inside her. She parted her legs wider so I could get in deeper. I felt Mistress Jane's foot run up the inside of my leg and I let out a small gasp as her toes started to rub my engorged clit under the table. I had become totally submissive to them and my orgasm quickly approached. I was still in the throes of an incredible peak when I heard Mistress Jane say in a firm voice "Now lick your fingers, Mel, and show Brooke how much you appreciate her service." I removed my fingers from her pussy and licked off every drop of her juice. Mistress Jane downed her drink, stood up and came around to my side of the table. Her lips found mine, and we engaged in a very deep and passionate kiss. A kiss made even more arousing by the taste of Brooke's pussy juice still in my mouth. "Meet us back here at 11pm after the wedding reception and don't be late," she ordered. I simply replied "Yes, Mistress Jane" and she walked out the door. Part 2 I made my way back to the motel where I was staying and carefully prepared myself for the upcoming wedding. It was a fairly lavish affair, so I slipped on a little black dress and let my long hair tumble loose around my shoulders. With the help of some make-up and elegant jewelry, I felt I was looking sophisticated and sexy. The ceremony was magical, and judging by the amount of attention I was getting by the eligible bachelors, I apparently was looking hot. Normally at a wedding reception I'd be screening the single guys, looking for a potential fuck buddy to take back to the motel room, but tonight my eyes wouldn't stop wandering towards the women. There were some very attractive ladies in the room showing a lot of skin in their sexy outfits. After a few glasses of champagne I was feeling so naughty I went to the toilet, slipped of my panties and stuffed them in my bag. The sexy meeting I'd experienced earlier on with Mistress Jane was still buzzing in my head. The way I let her control me and bring me to orgasm with her toes in a public place was the most erotic and addictive feeling I'd ever experienced. I was looking forward to the next meeting at 11pm, but up until then I would have a little fun at the wedding reception. As I watched the dance floor, I found myself getting excited watching the women. Their breasts and curves shaking under their slinky attire mesmerized me. As the evening progressed and the champagne flowed, the body contact between the dancers was becoming more brazen. My dance moves were concentrated on avoiding the stray hands and gyrating hips of the men while trying to manipulate my body to rub against those lovely curvaceous ladies. One of the bridesmaids was also playing my game, and as inconspicuously as possible we explored each other's bodies while dancing. I was having a great time. The alcohol glow coupled with the erotic thoughts of the upcoming meet with Mistress Jane was taking me to a whole new level of horniness. The crowded dance floor was providing the entertainment for the seated guests, and many eyes were on the bridesmaid and me as she pushed herself into my body. When a man dancing behind me stumbled and fell against me, it knocked me off balance. I could feel myself falling but was unable to do anything to stop. As I landed onto the dance floor I was momentarily stunned. My short dress flew up and my legs were sprawled wide exposing my pussy to everyone in the room. I was horrified. I knew my pussy was swollen and aroused from all the dirty dancing, and my clit was sticking out like a mini erection for all to see. It seemed like several minutes passed before a few guests helped me back onto my feet. I quietly moved back to my table to gather together my possessions. Bidding my farewell to the bride and groom I left the function trying to hold my head up high even though I knew I was the topic of conversation of all the guests. It was nearly time for my date with Mistress Jane and as the taxi took me back to the hotel I desperately tried to compose myself from the most embarrassing situation I had ever encountered. Part 3 I arrived at the hotel a little bit earlier than expected since I'd left the wedding ceremony in such a hurry. I was surprised by the number of people gathered around the bar drinking and playing pool, a total change from the quiet atmosphere of our earlier meeting. I still felt like the center of attention as I made my way through the rowdy crowd in my little black dress. I was the new face in town and way over-dressed for the venue, so it wasn't surprising. I wanted to slip my panties back on before I accidentally exposed myself again. My eyes scanned the room for the women's toilet. I breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted the sign across the room. As a walked toward the door, my dress was feeling shorter by the minute. I was almost to there when I felt a hand grab my arm. As it spun me around I came face to face with the radiant Mistress Jane looking even hotter than before in a tight pair of jeans and a revealing top the same shade of deep blue as her eyes. I quickly explained with embarrassment what had happened on the dance floor at the wedding reception. Although she listened with sympathy, her hand wasn't moving off my arm. In fact she was pulling me towards the pool table and telling me I could worry about putting my panties on later. She had seen me come in and set up a game of doubles with a couple of the local boys, and it was my shot. I started to protest but she gave me that piercing look with her deep blue eyes and all I could say was "yes mistress Jane" as she handed me the cue. As I leaned over the table to shoot, I was very conscious of my dress riding up but unsure of exactly how much was visible from behind. Thankfully, Mistress Jane stood close blocking most of the view. As I pulled back on the stick to hit the cue ball a shiver ran through me. I felt a finger creep up my dress and brush over my pussy gently tracing my wet folds. The sudden intrusion caused me to almost totally miss my shot. As I straightened up, I nervously scanned the room looking for signs that we'd been noticed, but fortunately it seemed we hadn't. Throughout the game she took every opportunity to secretly touch and caress my pussy. A trickle of juice had started to run down the inside of my leg. When one of the guys finally won the game, I noticed more and more eyes looking in our direction. However, it had become apparent to the crowd that I was the property of Mistress Jane. She congratulated the guys on their win, and turned to me and ordered me to give them their prize. Puzzled, I asked what we were playing for thinking it would be a round of drinks at worse. I was shocked when she replied "orgasms." She pointed out that since I was into guys and she wasn't, I needed to fix them up. As we walked towards a back room she winked and said, "Oral will be fine, save that sweet pussy for me." She stopped at the door, and I proceeded in with the two guys I'd only just met. By the time I dropped to my knees, two hard cocks where out and waiting to be rewarded. I took the first cock in my mouth and worked it with my lips while I stroked the second cock in my hand. Then I gave the other cock a long hard suck while I pulled the first. I continued to swap from one to the other sucking and stroking their throbbing cocks in unison until they showered my face with their warm cum. They thanked me for paying the bet, then zipped up and left the room leaving me to clean up their sticky deposit as best I could. I found Mistress Jane perched up at the bar talking to Brooke who looked to be quitting for the night. She grabbed a bottle of bourbon from behind the bar and suggested we go upstairs to her room for some drinks. We all agreed that seemed like a good idea. Part 4 As we entered Brooke's room, it was like I'd stepped into another realm. It was small and fairly dark, and as my eyes adjusted to the dull lamplight, I looked in amazement at the sexual fantasy scenes before me. She had decorated it with pictures of sexy female warriors and mistresses with their collared subjects. The whole room was permeated with lesbian sex. It was a place to live out deep and erotic fantasies. The centerpiece of the room was a four-post bed with the most amazing tapestry covering it. It had a life-size picture of a dominating mistress wearing a black, full-length, crotch-less leather outfit. She was holding up a whip to discipline her cringing sub. As the door closed behind us, it was like a spell was cast. Mistress Jane immediately changed into her dominant persona. She was no longer my Internet friend with whom I'd shared my inner most thoughts. She had transformed into my master, and I wanted to be controlled by her. She commanded Brooke to get changed and fix us some drinks, then turned towards me and said in a serious voice. "Now Mel, I heard something disturbing about you the other day, some-one told me you prefer cocks to pussies, is this true Mel? Do you prefer to have a male ramming his hard cock into all your holes than to have the gentle and knowing touch of a woman? I saw how much you loved sucking those two cocks. They were strangers passing through town, and when I asked them if they wanted to play pool for a head-job, they jumped at it. Then when they pumped their seed all over your face, you lapped it up like the whore you are. What should I do with you now that you've come here begging for our womanly touch? Should I punish you? Should I teach you a lesson you'll never forget?" Her look as she asked these things demanded an answer. I was a feeling a little spooked but excited as I replied. "Yes Mistress Jane, I've been a bad girl, I'll do anything to earn your forgiveness." By this time Brooke had returned wearing a soft pink teddy. Her blonde hair was tied up in ponytails giving her the appearance of sweet and innocent schoolgirl. She carried two drinks and handed one to Mistress Jane and started sipping on the other. Obviously I wasn't worthy of a drink. "Remove your clothes, Mel, and get on the bed. Brooke, I want you to cuff her." she commanded. Without hesitation we both sprung into action. I peeled my black dress off as I headed to the bed. Brooke retrieved the cuffs from her drawer and clicked them to my wrists, fastening me to the bedposts. Mistress Jane started to talk to Brooke as if I wasn't even in the room. "Mel has admitted to lusting after cocks, but now she's realized that men can't satisfy her like a woman can, and she's begged for us to please her. I'm not sure if she's learned her lesson. I think she still loves cock way too much, so I've come up with a plan. We'll take turns with her. I'm going to fuck her like a man with my nine inch strap-on while you show her what a woman can do with her tongue and her fingers. Her body won't lie to us like her mouth does. You start while I strap-on my dick." Brooke advanced towards me eager to do what her Mistress had ordered. She climbed over my body, and her lips found mine. She kissed me softly at first, and I responded instantly. As the kiss deepened, our tongues started to explore the other's mouth. As she ran her smooth hands over my body caressing my breasts, her soft lips trailed down my neck. She tasted my body and hungrily found my nipple ... first teasing one, then the other with her tongue and lips. I could feel desire washing through me. I wanted to feel her soft lips on my pussy more than I'd ever wanted the hard cock of a man inside me. As though reading my mind, her lips started to move down my navel towards my swollen clit. I was desperate to feel the sensations of a woman's delicate mouth. Oh, she was so close. All my senses were tuned into her touch when I suddenly heard a voice of unquestioned authority. "My turn, and right now!" Brooke stopped abruptly and obediently hopped off the bed. There standing over me was Mistress Jane dressed exactly like the Mistress on the bed cover in a black full-length crotch-less leather outfit. However, she wasn't holding a whip. Instead she wore a big, thick, black strap-on dildo. With her hair tied back and some charcoal on the remaining skin she looked like a naked black man. Part 5 Seeing Mistress Jane standing over me dressed as a black man with a huge cock was both exciting and frightening. During our frequent Internet conversations I had confided that my ultimate fantasy was to be cuffed to the bed by my lover as he uses his tongue on my pussy to take me to the edge of orgasm, but he doesn't allow me the ultimate pleasure of climax. As I hover on the brink of release, he informs me he's going out for a drink with the neighbors and leaves me there bound ... vulnerable and desperate to be filled. Minutes later I hear my bedroom window slide open, and I smile to myself thinking my lover is playing games and has come back to give me the release I crave so badly. As I look up expecting to see his teasing grin, I'm shocked to see a black man standing over me holding his huge, hard cock. Against my cries of protest he fucks me deep and hard. That giant cock forces itself into my month, my pussy, and then into my ass. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would ever happen. But now I was naked and secured to the bed knowing what my fate was to be. It looked like my day of reckoning had come. "Please, Mistress Jane," I begged. "Don't take me with that big black cock. It's too big. I can't take all that cock," I pleaded, my fear actually rising now that my fantasy was coming true. My jaw dropped when she said in a firm masculine voice, "You are not allowed to speak during your punishment. If it happens again, I will use the whip. Is that clear?" I nodded my head in acceptance, not really knowing what she was capable of doing to me if I went against her demands. I was really starting to fear how far this would go. In one swift movement she rolled me onto my side and moved behind me. She lifted up my leg to expose my holes, which are both wet and slick from Brooke's tender arousal. Without hesitation she jams the brutal cock deep into my pussy. I try and fight back the gasp of pain as she forces the thick black dildo into my unwilling hole. Instantly she is thrusting deep and fast inside me. I want to scream out that it was too big and splitting me in two, but I knew she'd severely punish me for breaking my silence. She continued to drive it into me hard and fast. My pussy slowly relaxes and adapts to the size and the pain becomes pleasure under her constant onslaught. My clit is now hard and demanding attention as my pussy is filled almost beyond its limitations. Jane reaches around and rubs hard on my sensitive button, and I start to grind my pussy onto her cock. I realize that I'm close to cumming, but just as swiftly as she began, she pulled the huge dildo out of me and jumped off the bed. Once again I'm left frustrated and near an orgasm. As my arousal slowly subsides, my pussy is left feeling numb and sore from the battering it received. Brooke appeared on the bed beside me totally naked with her long hair tumbling seductively around her shoulders. Her body was gorgeous, totally devoid of any body hair. She was so feminine and tasty I almost forgot about the discomfort Mistress Jane had caused with her over-sized cock. She straddled my body, and starts rubbing her swollen clit against mine. The pleasure was unbelievable. Next she crawled up my body pausing to let some of her sweet juice run between my breasts. She positioned her smooth, bald pussy over my head and allowed me time to study her most sacred place before she lowered herself onto my waiting tongue. I gently licked her, tentatively at first, as I taste her sweet juice. I soon become more adventurous and start doing all the things I love having done to me. I used my mouth to please her, and I knew exactly what she would be feeling as I took her to an incredible climax. As she came, her warm juice squirted onto my face and trickled through my hair. It was the most erotic experience of my life. Mistress Jane By now my body was screaming out for release. If my hands were free, I'd grab Brooke by the hair and direct her face onto my pussy, even risking the punishment I might receive. I desperately wanted to feel the same sensations I'd given her with my mouth, but she hopped off my face and in her place appeared Mistress Jane who was determined to make my own black-man fantasy into my worst night-mare. Part 6 A lump started to form in my throat. If she was playing out my own fantasy of me being taken hard, I was in trouble. I'd already taken the huge dildo in my pussy and eventually succumbed to it by almost reaching climax, but now I was pretty sure I was going to get the same treatment anally. I knew if I spoke out and objected she'd punish me. I was naked and cuffed to the bed. I had no options other than to allow her to act out whatever she had in store for me. Mistress Jane looked into my eyes and sensed my fear and anxiety over the thought of that big black cock fucking me hard up my virgin ass, but I didn't say a word. She knew she was in total control, and my silence was evidence of my submission to her domination. Obviously my fear didn't deter her plan as she pushed my legs back towards my chest and slid a pillow under my butt. She lowered her face, and her tongue went straight to my ass making her intentions clear. She wet my tight ass and gently spread the moisture around with her tongue sending some very powerful sensations through me. She penetrated me with her tongue, and I squirmed in delight. The threat of the big black dildo that was sure to follow was fading in my mind as I was caught up in the sensations of the moment. She gently worked the tip of her finger in as she continues to lick. Then came a second finger, which had my hips bucking up wanting more. As her fingers slide in deeper, I was so lost in the moment I let out a deep moan. She instantly stopped, and I realize in horror I'd broken a rule by becoming vocal. Now her eyes went dark with anger. I was thinking to myself that I hadn't really spoken. It was just a sound I couldn't control, but to speak out to explain would be in total violation of her orders. My Mistress was now kneeling in front of me with her huge black cock poised over my ass. My teeth were clenched as it contacted with my ass. I started to squirm as I felt the pressure building, but she pushed harder determined to give me the fucking that had been part of my own ultimate fantasy. She hadn't even gotten the tip inside me, but I knew I couldn't take it. As the pain increased, I was trying to pull away as much as my restraints would allow, but she followed until she had me pinned down with nowhere to go. I started to go pale with the thought of what was about to happen, and that I was powerless to stop it. The pressure started to build again as she forced the dildo hard against my asshole. "Well, this is it," I told myself as I mentally prepared myself for what was to follow. I shut my eyes tight thinking somehow it might help, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of begging for mercy. She hovered over me, continuing to press with her cock for a few moments to let me fully absorb what was about to take place. She was tormenting me now, knowing she had gained control body and mind. She started to push into me again. The pressure was increasing rapidly. With one hard push she could easily impale me with her black rod. Panic was setting into my mind. I heard her say "your turn" and a flood of relief washed over me. I was given a reprieve for now as she disappeared off the bed. Brooke slipped into her place with a look of pure desire on her face. Her mouth went straight to my pussy where she hungrily ate me. I was on fire. The sensations from her mouth and tongue were washing over my body, taking me to a place I'd only ever dreamed about. I was lost in her touch when I realized my wrists were free. Mistress Jane appeared before me ... totally naked ... her hair loose again. She looked so beautiful as she lowered her lips to mine. I reached up and pulled her head towards me, and we quickly were lost in a passionate kiss. Brooke continued to work wonders with her tongue, and finally took me over the edge into orgasmic oblivion. We spent the next few hours exploring each other's bodies in every way I could imagine and some I never knew until completely exhausted we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. I awoke the next morning with a smile on my face. I quietly slipped out of bed, got dressed and left to catch the early morning flight home. Mistress Jane had awakened something inside me, and I could no longer say I was straight. I now realized without a doubt that I was bi-sexual. I still knew I would want a strong man and his hard cock, but now I wanted pussy too. As the plane took off I was saddened by having to leave. I was already planning a trip to see my cousin again in the very near future. Mistress Jasmine Made Me a Slave Since long I haven't written a story so maybe I am a little rusty but I hope you enjoy it anyway. There are some autobiographic parts in it but most is fantasy, which part is real and which is fantasy I leave to you. Like any other author I do love comments too, whether they are good or bad. So please leave some words of praise or critics. Those critics which help me to become a better author are the best. I should have been honest. I mean I should have known that lies have short legs and now they had caught up with me. The worst was I had not only lost my place in my bed but had also lost my place with my wife. Somebody else occupied these places now. Let me tell you how everything went. More than 11 years ago I married my wife when I visited Thailand and fell in love with her. We had a good life because she was very wealthy. She is a Thai, and a very beautiful woman. Her family has a military background. Well, to cut things short. Some members were involved in the coup d´Etat some months ago. Then somebody had approached her and talked with her in private. When he left she talked to me and dropped the bomb. "Honey, we are going to Germany. I have been named Ambassador to Berlin. I am supposed to calm down the Government." Looking at her striking beauty I knew what the militaries had in mind. Our moving from Thailand went very quick and since then I had been moving around high society like others drinking a glass of wine. Our marriage until the point of moving had been very good because in the privacy of our home I had always time to indulge in my hobby: To dress up as a woman. My wife encouraged me to do that and a couple of times had even invited some beautiful shemales to our house. I had the urge since childhood and when I met my wife I took my chances and I told her about my strange hobby. She took it in stride, probably because shemales are so common in Thailand. The only no-no was me ever leaving the house dressed, otherwise I had complete freedom. We really kept it private but she made a habit out of it to shop around and shower me with beautiful clothes, everything you can imagine from lingerie to dresses. Now with the moving to Germany everything went downhill for me. "Honey", she said. "No more dressing for you. Imagine the press gets wind of it and we are doomed. My family is doomed. We would have to hide and could not return to Thailand." So with a heavy heart I agreed to not jeopardize what she was here for. Due to her work also our sexual life went downhill. She often came late and simply was tired. I got more and more frustrated because I didn't want to join an abbey. Somehow I tried to escape my problems and started to fantasize about meeting a shemale. Since our few parties I had grown fond of shemales and I knew my wife had also taken a special liking to them. So I got online and started searching for a beautiful Thai shemale. It didn't take me long to find one and I visited her webpage. Her name was Jasmine and she was a dominant. No, I thought to myself, a shemale domina. No, I will try to find a willing girl. I kept searching but either they lived too far away or didn't live up to my expectations. So finally I went back to the Dominant one. One day, after I had been neglected once again by my wife, I took up all my courage and phoned Domina Jasmine. Her husky voice let me shudder. "Hello, is this Domina Jasmine?" I asked rather lame. I was nervous as a wreck but managed to ask her if we could meet. "Tell me about yourself slave", she told me in a demanding tone. "Don't forget to call me Mistress Jasmine, understood slave?" I swallowed hard but I managed to tell her who I was without telling her my wife was the Ambassador. We set up a meeting at her place and two days later I rang her bell. The door wasn't opened by her but by a striking maid, dressed in a French maids uniform. My eyes nearly popped. She ushered me in before I could say a word. God, she was tall. In her five inch black heels she towered over my 5"8 frame. Looking up at her she told me to undress. "Mistress has ordered it." I must have looked dumbfounded because when I didn't move she quickly walked to the door and opened it. "If you don't do exactly as Mistress says you can leave but never come back." „Oh please. Don't . I do everything she wants", I squeaked out and started to rip off my clothes in a hurry. She smiled at me. "Good boy." When I was down to my underwear I stopped dead in my tracks because I realized I still was wearing my red lacy panties I had put on this morning. The maid looked me up and down, not discovering a single hair, neither on my arms nor on my chest or legs. Once again she smiled. "You will definitely do", she said. „Take off your panties too but keep holding them daintily in your hands." After I took off my panties the maid showed an immediate reaction. Her hand went to her mouth to stop laughing. "Oh my, that is soo cute. If you had any pubic hair your clitty couldn't be seen.. How big or rather how small is it?" I turned beetred and stuttered. "It.. it.., it grows to five inches when my cock is hard." She laughed outloud. "Oh my God, my feminized clitty is even longer." Now I hung my head in shame realizing this maid wasn't a real woman but a feminized man and his/her cock was still longer. The maid used this moment of embarrassment to quickly step close to me. With one gloved hand she cupped my cock and balls. Before I could react she tightened her grip. With the other hand she reached under her skirt and freed her cock from its confines. "Drop to your knees slave", she whispered into my ears while squeezing my balls hard. I groaned in pain and followed her order. "That is your place, on your knees. Look up at me." Her cock dangling right in front of my face I didn't dare to do just that. Just when she wanted to say something, Mistress Jasmine opened the door. "What is going on here? You little slut. Who told you to dominate my guests. You will pay dearly for this." While saying this in a calm tone she moved forward despite her six inch heeled boots with the smoothness of a Tiger and held the long mane of her maid in one hand while she swatted the exposed and semierect cock hard with her other hand. The maid cried out, begging for forgiveness but she held still and once again Mistress Jasmine swatted her quickly retreating cock. Again and again rained her blows on the defenseless cock. The maid was crying in pain but Mistress didn't stop. Then she looked at me and with a cold tone she said. "This will happen to anyone who gets cross with me." With a push she got rid of her maid who dropped heavily crying on the ground. "You go up to your room and wait there for your punishment." She turned around to me, still on my knees watching her in awe. "Now get up and let me see what we can do for you." Slowly I rose up from the floor while the maid ran still sobbing and holding her privates to her room. I knew that after this display of power I should have immediately left and never come back, but the voice, the eyes of Mistress Jasmine were mesmerizing. I followed her as if in trance. "Sit down on the chair and let us talk." Only when I sat down she seemed to notice and so did I that I was still holding my red panties in my hand. "What is this. These aren't my maids panties, aren't they? I shook my head. "No", I managed to say. Since I was too afraid to say something there was an awkward silence for a moment. "Oh, you are one of those guys who wants to be feminized and dommed by a shemale?" I shook my head but didn't get a word out. I was simply in awe of her. "Well, what you want is what you get." Through an intercom she called her maid. "Come to the playroom immediately. First you help me, your punishment will come later." Together with her maid they quickly dressed me up in a red PVC outfit, together with a red bra, stuffing it with 38 d falsies and exchanging my red panties for red PVC ones which had a long zipper in the back. My little cock was forced into a pouch and my front appeared to all who cared to look as feminine. Mistress Jasmine and her maid then put me in black thigh highs, six inch PVC heels which too were red, made me up, put a black haired wig on my head, fussed with the it and when I looked for the first time in the mirror my jaw dropped. I didn't recognize me anymore. I looked like a slutty whore. My hand went to my face but Mistress Jasmine grabbed one hand, the maid the other and they both let my to a kind of a horse, bend me forwards and shackled my hands and feet to it. I struggled slightly but was no match for them. The maid pushed then a penisgag into my mouth and strapped it around my head. I was completely helpless. "Leave now", I heard Mistress Jasmine saying. „I deal with you later." I heard the heels of the maid clicking away on the floor and only Mistress and me were in the room now. She stepped behind me and all of a sudden with a cracking sound a whip landed hard on my behind. In quick succession 20 blows rained on my butt and in no time I was a sobbing wreck. My ass hurt like hell. "That is for letting my maid dominate you. I am the one who dominates in this house, not she. Never forget that again. You came to seek my services, not those of a lowly maid." Stepping close to me I felt her hand stroking my behind, soothing my pain. "Hmmm, such a cute little tush. It is time to loosen you up I believe." With that she opened the zipper of my pvc panties and deftly stuck a finger in my asspussy. I groaned into my gag. "Oh so tight. Well, you should have come prepared, wearing a buttplug a few days in advance, but I believe you thought you'd do the fucking. You know what? You are wrong. Specially after letting yourself being dominated by a mere maid I think you have been asking for what is to cum." She took her finger out of me and somehow I felt empty but this feeling was soon over. "Well honey, I think we have to fast-forward your preparation so I will use a vibrating buttplug on you." I hadn't even started to think what that meant when I felt applying pressure to my ass. I groaned and tightened up to prevent the invader to get inside of me, but I stood no chance. She simply pushed and pushed. I cried out into my gag and gave up while the plug slid inside past my sphincter. She zipped me up again so the plug stayed deep inside me. While moaning heavily she slapped me on my behind. "That must have hurt dear but it was a lesson for you never to resist me. That will always be painful. So when I tell you to do something think twice before you refuse my orders." Sweat was breaking out on my forehead and I heard her walking away. "Don't move. I have to deal with my maid. Ill be back." What seemed like an eternity I heard the door again and heels clicking on the ground. Since I was immobilized I wasn't able to see but I knew it must be Mistress Jasmine. Still her voice cut into the silence like a knife into butter. I shivered inside and felt her touching me. She started rubbing me all over my body, so sensuous, so arousing. Her hands stroked my shaved and nyloned legs and slowly circled around my pubic mound. My cock wanted to expand but it was if being in a chastity belt, it was held firmly in place by the pouch. I tried to push myself into her hands. I wanted her to continue stroking. Oh my god, she was driving me mad. I tried to hump her hand, but all I ever got was becoming more and more frustrated.. I moaned continuously into my gag. "Yes pet, I know what you need. I believe you want to fuck, you are horny, aren't you? I vigorously shook my head yes. "Hmmm, but how can you fuck like that, all tied and your clitty securely put away?" She came in front of me, lifted my head, I looked pleadingly into her eyes, moaning. "I got the idea. If you can't do the fucking, well, then I do it. That is so much easier than freeing you from all the shackles, you know that would be really time-consuming. I on the other hand just have to step behind you, pull down the zipper, aim my sweet, little cock at your pussy and then I just push." She smiled at me. I shook my head vigorously, she touched my head, and calmed me down. "It is nothing to be afraid of. You know I have been fucked before and I am still alive. So don't worry, I promise you will survive." Then she stepped behind me while I groaned into the gag. I felt her pulling down the zipper, taking out the buttplug and before my asspussy could close again I felt her cock at my entrance. I knew I couldn't prevent what would happen so I didn't fight it. "Good girl, you are learning quick." Then she pushed forward. "Ahhh yes, a virgin, soo tight. I love that", she cried out while I squealed into my gag. "I know it hurts a little, try to suck on the cock in your mouth, it will make you feel better and besides it prepares you for the real thing." While giving me this advice she had impaled me and kept pushing deeper inside. Oh my God I thought, how big is she? I felt so full and she just kept pushing in. I squealed and squealed and finally she showed some mercy giving me time to adjust on her seemingly gigantic tool. I mean she was a shemale, how could she have a bigger cock than me, a man? The shemales whom we had met in Thailand had all small cocks and usually they wanted to be fucked, they were smooth and submissive. She was the complete opposite of them, dominant and big cocked. Was this why she was abroad? I had seen it many times in Asia, the real quality goods were exported and could only be bought at home for a horrendous price. Was this the same with shemales? I was woken out of my reverie by her final push. Now I felt her pubic hair tickling my behind. "Oh yes, you made it. I didn't really think I could bury all of my meat in you but while I waited a moment your pussy expanded. Hmm, you are a natural slut with a natural pussy. Girl, I could turn you also into a shemale. Id love feminizing you. Hmm, wouldn't you like that?" I shook my head. "Haha", she laughed. "So it will be a one time experience? I don't think so, once you have been impaled by me you belong to me and you will come back for more without me giving you the order. You will crave it to be fucked by me." And fucking she did. She rode me like a mad woman and I don't know what was louder her cries of ecstasy or my muffled screams behind my penisgag. Finally I was released from my shackles, breathing heavily, sweat dropping down from my forehead. After such a long time I simply couldn't get up and I had to take my time. With shivering legs on my high heels she let me to a shower. "Pet, that was it for today. Hope you enjoyed your time with me, I certainly did. Haven't had a virgin in quite a while. Take a shower and then my maid will show you out. Have a good day and I am sure we will see each other again." I just nodded my head and stepped into a luxurious bathroom where I shed my clothes, not daring to look at myself in the big mirror because of shame. What had happened to me? I just wanted to have a good time with a shemale. I wanted to fuck her but now she had made me literally into her bitch. My ass burned and I felt depraved. I felt like a whore which was a twisted thought because I was the one who paid. I shook my head, I even paid for my own fucking. I started to laugh hysterically. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away my shame. While I washed myself I touched tenderly my violated asshole. Oh, it still was open and somehow I couldn't withstand the urge slip a finger inside. It went in very easily. I quickly added a second and third finger. I had never been able to do that and now I had the feeling as if I could put my whole hand inside. What was going on with me? I mean it felt good to have my fingers rubbing inside and somehow I realized she was right. Mistress Jasmine was right I would be back sooner or later. Well, I was back sooner than later and since our roles were clearly defined by the first meeting I was always dressed as a girl and the more often I went the more she treated me like a girl. You know it weren't only fucksessions anymore where she would take me as hard as she could or me impale myself on her big pole. Meanwhile I had found out her cock was more than eight inches long and also quite thick. What was the main difference between our first time and the other sessions was the fact she taught me girl things. You know, how to walk, how to talk, gestures, she taught me makeup, you name it. In her house I was a girl, completely. At home it was a different matter. I was still the man even so Mistress Jasmine started to control more and more of my life. I had told her I was married but that didn't stop her from ordering me to only wear female underwear under my men's clothes. Since I didn't want to make her mad at me I obeyed her orders. I had learned my lesson when visiting the first time. Since my wife left house early and came back late the task at hand wasn't as difficult as it sounded. We hardly had any time for each other anymore but that was about to change in a way I would have never expected. After one year being in Germany my wife was to give a big party for her first anniversary as an Ambassador in Berlin. The Embassy invited besides the Diplomats from all over the world also businesspeople form Germany and abroad. My wife and I of course were representing and receiving the best wishes from our guests. While the people were passing by all of a sudden my heart stood still for a moment. A beautiful Thai woman was approaching us and she spotted me seemingly in the same moment as I spotted her. She was my Domina Jasmine. With her was a tall man leading her towards us. I must have turned a different shade, I was having hot flushes, I wanted to run but I simply couldn't move and then she stood in front of me. Looking deep into my eyes. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Would you please introduce me to your wife, the Ambassador?" With shaking legs I led her to my wife whom she eyed up and down while taking the few steps she stood apart from me. "Sweetheart, may I introduce Jasmine Kulap to you." My wife looked at her. "Thank you very much for coming Miss Jasmine, the name rose suits you. You make this room shine with your beauty." They exchanged pleasantries before my Mistress went into the ballroom. I saw the gaze of my wife following Mistress. She was simply capturing. The evening went without a hitch and we had a really good time. I danced with my wife several times and somehow I also came to dance with Mistress Jasmine. She simply overwhelmed me, when there was partner change and she immediately took me into her arms instead of the other way round so I was all of a sudden in the position of the female dancer. I almost stumbled because I wasn't used to this but Mistress told me to relax and just follow her lead. "I think we will do this in a training session but then with you wearing high heels so you'll be prepared for this." Just before the dance was over she handed me a letter saying that it was for my wife and she instructed me not to open it but just deliver it. I wanted to know what she had written to her but she refused to say just vaguely mentioning it was a social thing and I shouldn't worry my pretty head. Following Mistresses instruction I handed the letter to my wife who slipped it into her purse. Finally the festivity was over and we went back to our house. We raved about the success of the night. She kissed me long thanking me for being such a good spouse, taking care of her and not complaining when she was working long hours. "I love you soo much", she said. "I know I chose the right partner, supporting me in everything." Mistress Jasmine Made Me a Slave Despite me feeling bad, having in mind cheating on her already quite a long time with Mistress Jasmine, we made love for the first time in quite a while and it was wonderful. After we had both come down from our sexual heights my wife went to the bathroom. I saw she took her purse from the nightstand. I almost drifted off to sleep when all of a sudden I heard a loud scream, then crying and sobbing. I ran in shock to the bathroom, but when I opened it she cursed at me and threw the letter right in my face. "You fucking pervert. How could you do this to me? Get away from me. I don't want to see you. Sleep somewhere else." I couldn't say a thing, I was just standing there with my mouth open. When she passed me, her hand flew up and she hit me right into the face. Again and again. "That is for cheating on me you stupid bastard. You will pay for this." I was defeated completely and hung my head with burning cheeks. The letter was surely the key. I bend over to pick it up from the ground. It read: Dear Ambassador, we have been introduced to each other at the start of the Celebration of the Anniversary of your nomination as an Ambassador her in Germany. It was done by your sweet hubby whom I know already quite a long time. In fact your hubby has been regularly cumming to my place in the last months if you know what I mean. In any case I should explain that I do all the fucking because your hubby is my little fucktoy and I believe he is a girl too, at least inside of his sweet heart. Let me tell you that he cums to my house, then I dress him up as a girl and this makes me so horny that I fuck him long and hard. Well, I never knew who your hubby was but recently found out so I prepared a little scenario I want to play with you. I do believe I have your ok because if not I do have photos and even video to prove that your hubby has been a verry naughty girl during the last months and if this evidence shows up in the German press it wouldn't only ruin him as you easily can guess. Well, I give you until tomorrow morning to think about my proposal which is the following: When I saw you I knew your hubby was a failure. I mean you are one beautiful woman and I have no clue why he would ever have the remotest thought of straying. So I will not only take his place in bed but also the one at your side. Well, to keep an official appearance Ill let you pose with hubby (if you want to ) when ever possible so I will stay in the back, but as soon as we step into the house IL will run the show. I am a professional Mistress and you wouldn't do me justice if I hadn't thought about an insurance Misses Ambassador. I know your family background, being militaries, so I made enough copies with different friends and if something happens to me those copies go immediately to the press and you are ruined for life. So don't even think of failing my orders. In the future you and your hubby will do exactly what I say and you will do it without complaining. If I tell you to suck cock you will and if I tell you to kiss my ass you will do that too and with a happy smile on your face. For your unfaithful hubby I do have a punishment. I will train him to be your Lady's Maid. What you make out of it is up to you. I will leave this decision in your hands. You could use him all the time as a Maid or just for the time being when in the house. Sincerely your Mistress Jasmine My head was swimming. I couldn't believe what was happening. How could there be photos, videos even? How could Mistress do that to me? I was doomed. I knew with this letter my life was over. No more good times, no more leisure, no more golf playing, no more lying in the sun. Oh my god, what had I done? My brain raced. I had to do something, I had to act fast. So I went after my wife who was sobbing in the bedroom. I fell on my knees in front of her, but before I could utter a word she viciously kicked me. I fell to the ground, she got up and kicked me several more times, screaming at me. "You ruined my life, you ruined our life and that's all because of your bloody cock or should I say clitty because judging from the letter it wasn't you who was doing the fucking. Jeez, why didn't you ask for a strapon. I could have given it to you, if you wanted to be fucked up the ass. Oh my god, I can't believe it, you cheated me because of a woman fucking you with a strapon! I would have fucked the living daylights out of you. I thought we were married for good and bad. The worst of the whole story is I thought we trusted each other, but obviously you never did or you wouldn't have run off so lightly." She fell back on the bad, sobbing again. "Get lost. I don't want to see you again. Everything will happen as written in the letter. You will become a fulltime maid and I make sure that this happens. This will be my revenge on you for cheating. Oh let Mistress Jasmine train you to be a perfect maid. Get out!" She kicked me again. I was now sobbing too and slowly made my way into the guest bedroom. I didn't have the guts to tell her the truth about Mistress Jasmine She hadn't realized yet that Mistress didn't need a strapon in order to fuck her. I took off my clothes and wanted to lay in bed when the door opened and my wife stormed in. "If you are going to be the Maid you can already get used to wearing nighties." With that she threw a pink nighty on the bed and left again. I looked at the nighty, stepped close to the bed and mechanically picked it up and slipped it over my head. What a great feeling, the nylon was whispering on my skin, it was whispering to me. Despite the terrible turn of events I got very horny and my clitty grew hard. I couldn't resist stroking myself while fantasizing about what would happen to me in the future. I took some tissues from the nightstand and "saw" myself with closed eyes my wife taken doggiestyle by Mistress Jasmine while I kneeled behind her and licked Mistress ballsack. I came hard crying out in ecstasy. The next morning the door was opened and to my surprise Mistress Jasmine stood in the doorframe. My wife must have already phoned her she would accept Mistresses conditions. "Get up sleepyhead. It is late, your wife and I had already a nice little talk. This is the first day of the rest of your new life. Consider it from now on your birthday Maid Greta. Out of your bed now. You will now forever call me only Mistress, no more Jasmine, this name will be reserved only for my Slut Janet. You will do that from now on, never forget that. Is that clear?" I groaned but nodded, then I got up quickly. "What a pretty nighty for a pretty Maid. My new slut Janet has already taken care of business here I can see." I wondered who was slut Janet, but then it dawned on me, she was referring to my wife. As if on cue she appeared too in my room. Mistress Jasmine took the initiative. "Slut Janet walk to your ex-hubby, and then you both get down on your knees." For a moment my wife and I looked at each other but then we dropped down on our knees. Mistress stepped right in front of my wife. I looked up at Mistress and knew the moment of truth would come very soon now. She looked at me and shook her head slightly as if she wanted to say "Don't you think about ruining my surprise". Then she lifted Janet's head. "Now Slut, I want you to lower my panties and then worship me. Is that clear? Accept what I give to you, will you Slut Janet? Will you obey me, no matter what?" My wife nodded slowly her head. "I know I have no other chance. Yes, I will obey you Mistress Jasmine, I will accept what you give to me." "Then get busy Slut." My wife raised her hands and wanted to lower the panties of our Mistress, but she stopped her. "No Slut, use your teeth." So Janet got under Mistress skirt and pulled down her panties. "Oh my god", she cried out in surprise. "Oh my god, what is that? Oh my God, that is a cock, a real cock. Oh my God, I never knew, I never. Oh my God." She looked at me incredulous. "This can't be true. Oh my God, you got fucked all the time by a real cock." Then she looked back at Mistress who took this moment of total surprise to her advantage. Like in slow motion I saw how she raised her hand behind the head of Janet who continued to look up at her and slowly pulled her close to her cock. "Kiss your Mistress cock. You know you want to." I could literally see how it worked in Janet's head, then she slightly moved forward and planted a soft kiss on the cocks forehead. "It is soo big", she purred. "It is soo much bigger than the cock of our future Maid." Mistress laughed outloud while I turned red and bowed my head in shame. „You are right Slut, I am much bigger than Maid Greta. In one point I have to correct you. She doesn't have a cock, she has a clitty, her small size doesn't deserve the name cock." My wife nodded her head. "You are right Mistress Jasmine, she does have a clitty when comparing it to you." That said she bend forward and took Mistress cock willingly and deep into her mouth. She groaned and started bobbing her head up and down. Oh my God, I remembered her giving head heavenly. I saw also in Mistress face that she was clearly taken by my wife's skills. "Oh Slut, you suck cock like a pro. Oh yes, take me deep. Take my whole cock." And that's what she did, she swallowed it all. "Yes, oh yes", cried out Mistress. "This is soo awesome. You have made me very horny Slut." Her hands grabbed Janet's head and she started to fuck my wife's face who clung to Mistress like a ragdoll. I knelt at their side and watched the performance in awe. Mistress was clearly superior to me and I enjoyed how her heavily veined cock disappeared into my wife's mouth. After a while Mistress sped up and fucked Janet's face like a madwoman. Then all of a sudden she pulled out, turned to me, grabbed my hair and fed me her pulsating member. She pushed it deep into me and shouted: " Keep it all in your mouth Maid Greta. Don't swallow it, keep it in your mouth. Don't you dare shedding a drop of my precious milk." She erupted into my mouth and I never felt her ejaculating that much. I felt like I hardly could hold all her jism in me. "Slut Janet, kiss Maid Greta and share with her my precious gift. Take this as sign of your submission." My wife turned to me and started to kiss me without hesitation. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and we shared indeed Mistress semen. "Yes, my little Sluts. Swap it in your mouths until nothing is left." Janet held my head and greedily kissed me. After we were done she loudly said "Thank you Maid Greta for making it happen that I can now experience a much better cock than you ever had." Both women laughed outloud. Mistress Jasmine then took us both to the bedroom where I saw a Maids uniform on the bed plus several other items. "Undress Maid Greta." I took of my pink nighty and quickly stood naked in front of them. "Slut Janet, dress her." My wife didn't wait a second before she helped me with white panties, white corset, white bra and white stockings. Then she helped me with the French Maids dress, and placed a white maids cap on my head. Lastly she had me step into six inch locking-on black high heels. When I had them on Janet clicked the padlock shut. Then Mistress stepped forward holding an armbinder in her hands. "Turn around Maid Greta, put your arms on the back." I turned around with my hands in the back. While she laced me into it, Janet took out a spreaderbar and locked it on my ankles. When they were done I was completely helpless. To top it off Mistress took out a penisgag and locked it in place. "Mistress Jasmine, I never thought she could look soo cute. What a great package we made out of her." "You are right Slut Janet, but any moment now comes the surprise Maid Greta has never in her dreams thought about." The doorbell rang. "Oh there he is", said Mistress. "Go and open the door and then you lead him into the bedroom Slut Janet." My wife nodded her head. "Yes Mistress" and left. Mistress tenderly stroked my face. "So pretty. So pretty and soon you will be even prettier with all your new jewelry." My eyes must have shown my fright. "Don't you worry Greta, there will be no permanent damage done to you." Just then Janet appeared with a bearded man full of tattoos and piercings. "Hi John, glad you could make it." He smiled at Mistress. "Jas, for you always." He nodded into my direction. "Is this the slave?" "That's her, exactly. You know what to do. While you work your magic my Slut and I will watch. By the way, when you are done could you do her too? I will tell you what I want." Mistress pointed at Janet. "Sure thing Jas, you know I do everything for you." Mistress and Janet sat on the bed while the man picked me up with an ease as if I weighed virtually nothing. In a moment I lay on my back. He pulled down my panties and got everything what he needed. After he had shaved my pubic area completely bald plus my ass cheeks and the few hair around my asspussy he took my clitty into his hands. I squirmed in my bonds but couldn't prevent him from quickly piercing my foreskin. Then he pushed my testicles up into my body, pushed my legs over my head, pierced my skin close to my asspussy, pulled my penis backwards and started to mold the piercings together. "Did I understand you right Jas, it is going to be permanent, right? Jas?" Mistress had used the time the man was working on me to work on Janet. They had gotten naked on bed and Mistress was pistoning several fingers in and out of Janet's pussy who was moaning outloud. "Oh John, why do you have to interrupt me. You know it is going to be permanent. Just go ahead and stop interrupting me." Out of the corner of my eyes I saw how Mistress eased Janet's legs apart and teased my wife's pussy with her enormous while I lay helpless on the ground about to have my clitty chastised permanently. I would never again use my clit for anything else than peeing. I heard my wife moaning and panting. In the moment when John was done I heard her begging. "Please Mistress Jasmine, please Mistress Jasmine, please fuck me, fuck me harder than my chastised hubby ever could." Tears were rolling down my face when Mistress sank agonizingly slow into the hot pussy of my wife. My own agony wasn't far from over. While Mistress enjoyed her lovesession with my wife I had to endure the piercings of my nipples and my ears. For the final touch I got also two tattoos. One above my chastised clitty which read "Clitty out of order" and the other one above my ass cheeks which read "Mistress Jasmines property encircled by red roses. Mistress kept pounding Janet but stopped momentarily when she saw John was done. "You can go now. I have changed my mind. You can do Slut another time. I have to finish establishing my reign here. Thanks John, Ill call you." "Sure thing Jas, have fun." Mistress laughed outloud. "You bet I will." She got up from bed, her erect cock bobbing up and down obscenely, pulled me to my knees, took my penisgag out and helped me crawling close to the bed. "Kneel exactly there slavemaid." She got up on the bed again, sank her cock into my wife and positioned herself with Janet in such a way that I came to kneel close to both of them. She grabbed my head. "Suck my balls while I fuck your wife slavemaid." Obediently I followed her order, mesmerized by her big cock pistoning in and out of Janet's juicy pussy. Her juices were running down and Mistresses ball sack and I kept sucking and slurping up the juices at the same time but couldn't prevent me from being literally drowning in them. Mistress pounding got quicker and quicker, Janet was screaming constantly now, she body was convulsing, one orgasm after another were rattling through her body. Then Mistress groaned loudly, I saw her already big cock swell even bigger and with a loud scream she erupted deep into her pussy. Feverishly I sucked on her balls who were pulsating strongly. I felt each and every blast of semen in my mouth. They fell into each other arms and kissed and moaned. "Oh Mistress Jasmine. I love you. Oh my God, if I ever knew how wonderful it is to be fucked with a big cock I would have done it much earlier." They kissed once again. "I am glad you didn't because otherwise I wouldn't be in our bed with you." My wife laughed. "You are right of course. I am happy that everything happened like it did. Thank you soo much for chastising my hubby. He should never be able to fuck anybody anymore." "Don't you worry my sweet Slut. She won't." They kissed each other over and over again while I still kneeled behind Mistress, softly sucking on her still huge balls. "That is enough now slavemaid." She slowly eased out of Janet's pussy. Then she turned to me. "Clean me up now." I opened my mouth and she pushed her cock into me. Swirling my tongue around her big shaft I slowly licked her clean. "Look at that", said my wife. "He loves that, he loves cleaning your cock Mistress Jasmine." Mistress smiled. "Oh I taught her well." She then pulled my hair so I got close to Janet. "Now be a good girl and clean out my wife." "Thank you Mistress Jasmine for allowing me to be your wife now", Janet said. Then she pulled my hair and placed it right in front of her pussy. "Yes, lick me clean me, suck every drop out of my for the first time well fucked pussy. Don't you dare miss a drop of our Mistress milk." I only slightly hesitated but than got into the task. After a short while my former wife came hard once again and cried out. "Yes, yes, yes, now you will be a slave for ever." Mistress Jasmine's New Bike I'd been out for a nice leisurely bike ride and was passing through the Bronx in New York City when the accident occurred. Jasmine, a name that mirrored the scent of her luscious body, suddenly popped out of nowhere in front of me and I had no room to stop. Of course I ended up knocking her over as well as coming off of my bike injuring up both—luckily it was only slightly. I pulled her to her feet and in the process learned her name and I apologized profusely. My bicycle was damaged but not in such a way that I couldn't fix it with a few small tools. Jasmine asked me if I needed any help. "No, but my bike is another story. Do you have a small toolbox I could use to fix it," I asked tentatively. "Well, aside from this incident, you seem harmless enough so I guess it is okay if you borrow some. Follow me," she said. We arrived at her house a short time later. House, hell, she owned a fucking 10 story building and lived on the top 5 floors by herself. She rented the rest to tenants—very wealthy ones. As we rode the private elevator to her "construction" room it was then that she began messing with my mind. I had both hands on my bike, not wanting to appear like trouble or as if I was coming on to her, but she had her hands on me. Or so I thought. The contact was so light as if to appear accidental. Being the gentleman I was raised to be I said, and did, nothing at the time. I must have been totally insane, oblivious or dead because she continued to touch me, to try and insinuate herself into my thoughts. Her subtlety was wasted on me. It wasn't until we reached the floor she wanted to stop on that she threw herself against me hard, forcing me out of the elevator and then began taking liberties with me more than she already had. What was I to do? Jasmine was a female—and a gorgeous one at that---and I'd been raised to never raise a hand to a woman. Would I fight back were I not raised to never raise a hand to a woman? Hell no! Jasmine moved like a cat stalking its prey and a very sensual looking one she was indeed. Her long, flowing, ramrod straight, jet black hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back like Angel Falls. The predatory way she moved, the erotic swing of her hips almost hypnotic in nature, told me she was a woman used to getting what she wants and that she usually gets it without delay. I followed her where she led me—seemingly unthinkingly—but in reality falling rather rapidly into subspace (something I learned about from her rather quickly). She did not make love to me at first but, rather, ravished my body solely thinking of her pleasure and her pleasure alone. By the time we came to her "playroom", very nice and completely soundproofed, I was completely in her thrall. No vampire was ever as skilled at holding a victim in thrall as Miss Jasmine was. I simply lost myself just being near her. Aside from the most beautiful flowing hair Jasmine also had a set of legs like a gymnast, a face like a model and the breasts of a goddess---Aphrodite. Miss Jasmine moved with the sinewy grace of a jungle cat and her focused gaze was just as intense. I was mesmerized by her simplest movement or statement. As Mistress Jasmine pulled my attention to her I barely noticed as she removed my clothing and strapped me tightly to a large wall of Velcro. I faced into the wall of Velcro and the wall had strategically placed holes in it for my arms, feet, face and cock to go through it. Imagine the sensation, if you will, as my every nerve ending was stimulated simultaneously. The strap that she used to pin my genitals to the wall seemed to vibrate as well. My member engorged as the vibrations passed through it and the pressure of the straps became tighter and tighter. I could not help but respond to her ministrations, especially after she blindfolded me and, then, after a period of adjustment, plugged my ears as well. One by one she shut down my senses. Sight, sound, even smell where shut down until all I was left with was taste and touch. Her moist pussy was suddenly thrust in my face and I, like a starving man in the desert, had a ravenous appetite. An appetite she worked her hardest to intensify. Mistress Jasmine used her touch—light and arousing—to intensify everything I felt, everything I tasted, until I'd reached the point of nearing terminal orgasm. Not that she intended to let me actually reach it. With butterfly kisses and caresses just as light Mistress worked her way up my body taking in everything, missing nothing. As she worshipped, for lack of a better term, my feet each toe got its own amazing blowjob. Next came my calves which she examined intensely. The muscles bunched and relaxed alternately as she worked my body better than any doctor ever could do or any massage therapist ever did. Her skin, soft as melted butter, moved non-stop creating fantasies within me. My thighs received a similar treatment as Jasmine avoided my most sensitive of all spots. Close Mistress Jasmine came to my cock and balls—so close in fact her mere breath aroused me—but not, at this point, did she touch me with anything other than her warm moist breath. My stomach, smooth-skinned and toned, felt her tongue caress its every nook and cranny. She especially loved the tremors she set off throughout me as she ate my bellybutton out as if it was a sweet cunt of a lover of hers. The thrashing she elicited would have been much greater were it not for the restraints holding me to the wall. As she reached my nipples her teeth bit them lightly at first, then harder and harder as I became more and more aroused. The blood rushed immediately into them causing them to swell and tighten upon my chest. I roared, first with pain, then pleasure, as she placed clips upon each of them—clips that also had weights attached to them. The cool metal of the weights bounced against me as I felt Mistress' hand begin to, for the first time since she put me up here, massage my shaved cock and balls. (I keep them that way because it is more comfortable when riding—cyclists, like Scotsman, don't wear anything beneath their clothing). Simultaneously Mistress was biting my neck and licking my earlobes as she massaged me. Of course, as always, every time I approached the point of no return she backed off thus allowing my body to avoid that which was imminent. Panting, moaning, sighing I was doing all seemingly at once and my mind was beginning to confuse pleasure and pain with each other. The sensations were akin to the adrenaline rush an adrenaline junkie gets the first time he or she performs a HALO (High Altitude, Low Opening) parachute jump. Jasmine worked her way around my body like a grandmaster chess player moves around a chessboard. Up and down, back and front, she moved constantly exciting me. Her hair, falling gently across my naked form, in a caress of its own, aroused me, as much, if not more, than her hands did. Silken tresses glided over my skin touching places her hands may not have been able to reach. After working up one side of my body Mistress Jasmine reversed the process and went down the other side. Up till now I had been able to restrain my urgent needs but release was forthcoming. Unfortunately Mistress sensed it and, before I knew what was happening, something hard and made of heavy plastic was slapped into place over my rampaging member. This was followed shortly by something leather being tied around my very full balls thereby preventing me from making any mistakes—like ejaculating without permission. Whatever it was that she put on my cock allowed me to lengthen but not to do much else. My girth expanded to fill the restraint she put me in but eventually that became uncomfortable yet somehow stimulating at the same time. Eventually, though nowhere soon enough for my tastes, Mistress engulfed the head of my penis. As her tongue licked me like a cat licking milk from a bowl I moaned and thrashed in the nearest approximation of orgasm that I could reach—a dry cum, if you will. The sensation alone caused me to pass out. How long that was for I do not know. Time seemed to lose meaning after entering my current state. Gradually, she had brought me to my current state and, somehow, though I didn't exactly know why, I suspect she kept up her treatment even after my lapse of consciousness. When I revived a drink, cold, refreshing and definitely needed was put before my lips. What it was I didn't wish to know as long as it quenched my thirst. Alas the drink had almost exactly the opposite affect I expected. Whilst it did quench my thirst for liquid it also seemed to increase my thirst for other things. In other words, my already heightened libido jumped off the charts. Now I have several strikes against me to begin with. First, I am male. Second, I am Italian. And, last but not least, I am afflicted with the male version of nymphomania—a condition called satyriasis. As my libido increased I could almost feel myself becoming ravenous, dangerous in my desires and Mistress Jasmine knew it. Knew it, heck, she feed that desire, that hunger until my mind receded into its most primitive, primeval urges were all that was left of me. Scent, touch, taste, hearing and sight all heightened and I reached the depths of depravity as deep as anyone could be driven to. How far can one go you ask? Don't! Not unless you really wish to know the answer—and have a very strong stomach. Day two with Mistress began with me being released from the wall. Shortly after which a metal collar was clamped around my neck, adjusted and welded into place. My weak legs and arms kept me from fighting back—not that I had the will to anyway. Suddenly, my vision returned, albeit slowly, once my blindfold was removed. What did I see? What could I have hoped to see? What was before me? Simply put a set of triplets—identical—all with long, flowing blonde hair, soulful, penetrating eyes, heart-shaped asses and enormous chests. Was I simply blurry-eyed due to being blindfolded so long? I didn't think so. They appeared crystal clear to me. I began to push myself up off the floor but simultaneously 3 stiletto heels pushed me back down forcefully. "I see he is in serious need of some training," said the 1st triplet to speak. "Obviously," mocked the 2nd. "By me," intoned the 3rd. "Well," Mistress Jasmine said, "I did only just break him in last night. So, yes, he needs some training and I thought I'd start his slut training immediately." "Lucky us," they said in unison, "We get to help we hope." "Of course," replied Mistress Jasmine. Leaning into my face closely she then told me to do as they ordered or she would flay the skin off of me. A sudden chill, having nothing to do with the temperature, blew across my skin upon hearing her words. I shivered in response to her very threat. As the 1st triplet stepped forward to rate my potential I felt like a prize bull. I was woman handled onto all fours and she worked her way around my body testing every part. When she reached under my ass and tested both the fullness and hardness of my cock and balls she let out a moan of approval. The other two triplets then rushed forward to see why she was moaning. When they both grasped me simultaneously one hand above the other and realized I was still sticking out nearly ½ a foot beyond their hands they moaned too. My prodigious endowments, aside from being enjoyable to use, have always been a bit difficult to deal with. When buying clothing especially it is like being 7' tall and trying to by a car you can fit into comfortably. In my case all my clothes are either tight and worn commando or custom tailored at great expense. As the triplets played with me my arousal, already quite obvious, became even more evident as my cockhead swelled to the size of a large apple with the color to match. As if reading my very thoughts the second triplet quipped, "Anyone want to bob for apples?" The triplets seemed to smirk simultaneously as if reacting to my confusion. And the smirk was a combination of smoldering sensuality and knowledge of the unknowable. Perhaps they really could read my thoughts. Maybe it was just my body language. I don't really know, but they sure acted like they knew my very thoughts the moment they entered my head. As proof of their abilities they gave me the most fantastic triple blowjob I'd ever had. (Yes, I've had more than one or two of them) The expert fellatrixes devoured me with gusto both physically and mentally. With movements that were perfect in orchestration and effect they played my skin flute better than James Galway ever played a metal one. One bobbed down on my cockhead while the other two worked me over from the sides. Sisters though they may be they still enjoyed the occasional "kiss" though how real it was I honestly could not say. This show was all for me and how much as acting and how much was real was difficult to tell with my mind addled by the blowjob they were giving me. This lovely treatment was but the first submission of the day. Next came me being locked into a set of stocks that would have made a Puritan proud. My thighs were spread wide—attached to a spreader bar—then my feet were locked into place to the floor. Access to my head and hands was in the normal manner and, as you can imagine, it was rather full as well. Eight hands massaged my body, eight breasts with eight nipples were dragged across it and four tongues licked me in ways most men can only dream of. Submission, especially as erotic as these women made it, was something to be yearned for, sought after and given into freely and willingly. I could do no less than that. I offered myself to these lovely goddesses without delay or reservation. Now I should mention what these sisters were like. The "triple threat" as I came to think of them, consisted of 3 women of incredible beauty—the kind of beauty that seems to provide its own internal light. Each of these women had hair that was nearly floor length and woven into exactly 9 perfectly braided, perfectly spaced braids. My god, they each had their own built-in cat of nine tails on their bodies. As tight as their braids were their asses were even tighter and twice as enticing. Each woman possessed a lovely pear-shaped tuchas that just made one drool at the sight of it. While they took their time training, as was to be expected I think, they spent a larger than normal amount of time teaching me to massage, manipulate, tease, arouse and finally eat, as well as fuck, those gorgeous globes of female flesh. The touches they taught me to use ranged from feather light to intense and demanding, from the ticklish to the serious—and I mastered all of them quickly. Now satisfying triplets may be a lot of mens fantasies but trust me it is not as simple as one would think. It is one thing to satisfy an individual woman but to satisfy multiples—and make each one think that they are the only one—now that takes talent. I'd be licking one's ass whilst simultaneously manipulating a pussy with either hand; licking a pussy, fucking another and massaging a third's ass or some other variation at all times. Each Mistress enjoyed my attentions and each, in turn, both pleasured and punished my body. Mistress #1, aka Mistress Jean, was very much into the pain aspect of domination. Jean caned my exposed ass with such ferocity that you'd think I was someone she really, really hated. The handle of said cane turned out to be an extremely thick phallus-shaped handle which, immediately upon finishing her beating of my ass, she turned around and savaged the self same ass with. Unfortunately for me the ridges on the handle for gripping it almost literally tore me in twain, but that is a story for another time. Mistress Jaz's Sissy Slut Mistress Jaz had invited me over to give her a pedicure and provide sissy maid service. What I got was a mind blowing day of servitude I will never forget! I arrived in the morning and was greeted by a vision of beauty. I had seen pictured of Mistress Jaz before, but they paled in comparison to meeting this incredible Goddess in the flesh. Tall, curvy, with hypnotizing eyes and the most perfect pouty lips. I was immediately told to change into some sissy clothes to do some cleaning chores in. When I started to undress and Mistress Jaz was happy to see I was already wearing panties for her and told me she thought my panties were pretty. She then went through my outfits and proceeded to pick out a red and black lace blouse, black pleated mini skirt, and sheer black lace top thigh high stockings for me to wear. I came across my first pleasant surprise as Mistress lead me to the kitchen to begin my chores... Her beautiful cousin (will call her "Lisa" was sitting at the table an immediately started laughing when she saw what i was wearing. She really enjoyed teasing me saying that i was "dainty", had "nice girly legs", and that i was "naturally femme". I spent the next couple hours cleaning Mistress Jaz's kitchen, bathroom, and laundry room. Twice I was called back into the kitchen by Mistress when her cousin Lisa noticed i had not properly cleaned out the sink and had forgotten to wipe down the front part of the stove. Mistress Jaz also sent me outside to put a few items in her shed wearing only my girly top, skirt and stockings, even though i would be in full view of her neighbors. Once the cleaning was done Mistress Jaz took me into her bedroom and said she wanted me to change into some lingerie for her. She picked out a pink lace merry widow with a matching thong, and told me to keep on the black stockings from earlier. Next up a pair of black 5.5" open toed sandals with ankle straps. She then placed a long blond wig on my head and used her finger to style it to her liking. To top the outfit off, Mistress pulled out a pink collar with the word "SLUT" written on the front and snapped it around my neck. She then told me to crawl over to the side of the bed and to lay my body across the mattress with my ass in the air. I felt her hand start rubbing my panty covered ass and then "crack" i felt the blow of her leather paddle. Mistress Jaz really showed her expertise by starting off light and working her way up to stronger swats. Once she had my ass reddened to her satisfaction she informed me it was time for some anal training. She asked me if i had any experience with this and i informed her that i did, but it had been a while since I had been penetrated. I climbed up on the bed and was directed to get down on all fours and to stick my ass in the air as high as possible. Mistress pulled aside my gstring and I felt a cold liquid drip between the crack of my ass and soon Mistress began using her gloved hand to rub it all around my tight hole. Once she knew i was relaxed she eased her finger into my boypussy and started to work it in and out. Another finger slipped in and we soon got into a great rhythm that had my cock dripping precum and soaking my pink panties. Mistress pulled out a medium sized butt plug and began to insert it into my waiting slut hole. She got it about 3/4 of the way in but the last part just would not go.. This is where Mistress Jazz really impressed me. Instead of just ramming it in there (any potentially injuring me) like many inexperienced Dommes would try to do, she decided to switch me over to a smaller/shorter plug that went right in without much effort. She laughed and said "don't worry soon enough you wll be able to take this one" as she held up the largest plug in her collection. She fucked my ass with it for about 15 minutes leaning up against me as i rocked my hips back and fourth to take it as deep as i could. I was in complete Ecstasy and ended up cumming in my panties. Once she was finished using me, Mistress buried the plug deep into my ass, pulled my gstring up over the base of the plug and told me I better not let that plug come out of my ass. Mistress decided It was time for her pedicure. Mistress Jaz has incredibly sexy feet! They are a perfect size 8, and silky soft to the touch. She let me rub her gorgeous feet for about 20 minutes before handing me the nail polish remover and telling me to prepare them for polishing. Once i had her toes cleaned off she handed me the copper polish and I went to work making her sexy toes sparkle. Mistress was so happy with the job I did on her toes that she allowed me to paint her fingernails as well. While her nails were drying Mistress decided it was the perfect time for me to go run out and get us some lunch. I was told to get dressed, but she wanted me to leave my pink lingerie on and the butt plug in underneath my clothing. Just before I went into the restaurant to pick up our food I realized I just drove the whole way with the pink "SLUT" collar on and quickly removed it and stuck it in my pocket. While i was inside waiting for our order to be brought up i had to keep reaching back and making sure the plug was securely in my ass and not going to end up falling out and dropping on the floor in the middle of this crowded restaurant. When I arrived back at Mistresses home, I informed her what had happened with the collar. she laughed about it but warned me that next time the collar is to stay on. After we finished lunch Mistress had me strip back down to my lingerie and put back on the collar, wig and heels. I was told to crawl over to her and kneel in front of her..She told me to place my arms behind my back and secured them together with a rubber zipstrip. She took down her pants and there in front of me was a view of her beautiful red lace panties. She sensually moved her body around my face letting me sniff different parts of her amazing body. She turned around and her perfect ass was just inches away from my face. She told me to start kissing her ass and i greedily planted my lips all over until she pulled it away and told me I had enough. Mistress than began to rub my nipples until she got them nice and stiff. She pulled out two clothespins and clipped one to each of my nipples. The pain was sharp at first, but within a moment it subsided and became tolerable. Mistress then asked me if i was bisexual? I responded that I was curious but had never acted on it. She then asked me if i was told by her to suck a man's cock would I do it.. I told her that I would. "Good" she said and she pulled out a fairly large clear colored latex dildo and told me to open wide to see what kind of skills I have. She slowly worked it into my mouth to let me become comfortable with its size then began to pump it in and out a bit. Again she was firm but extremely gentle as she knew this was one of my first times sucking on a dildo. I sucked on the dildo for a good 20 minutes and during that time she told me i showed good promise as a cocksucker which funny enough gave me a instant burst of pride. I knelt down on the floor in front of this Goddess and she started working on the clothespins adorning my nipples once again. squeezing them tighter, than taking them off and re-clamping them back on. I was then told to stand up and walk around for her so she could see how well I moved in my high heels. She had me walk numerous times back and fourth across the room. Each time i got to where she was, Mistress would usually either tightly squeeze or adjust the clothespins and a few times checked to make sure my butt plug was fully inserted. Mistress said I was pretty good with the heels but that she wanted me to practice walking in them as often as I can. As i finished up my walking practice. Mistress Jaz got a phone call from another slave of hers that will call "Fred". He was in the area so Mistress invited him to come by. We decided to take a short break before he got her so Mistress and I went into the laundry room to smoke a cigarette and relax. We were soon joined by her sexy cousin Lisa who had just arrived back home. After about 10 minutes Mistresses other slave had arrived. She went off with him and I got to hang out and get to know Lisa a bit better. After about 10 minutes Lisa led me back to Mistress Jaz's room and we both went inside. Mistress Jaz instructed me to kneel down in the corner and wait patiently. She then told Fred to get undressed and much to Mistress Jaz's delight he was in a pair of pink panties too. She then got out another blond wig which she placed upon his head. She told Lisa that she must of hit the jackpot today, by having two sissy boys on hand to cater to her desires. Mistress then asked Fred many of the same questions about bisexuality she had asked me. She then told both of us that she wanted to see us kiss! I was pretty much floored by this, and i am pretty Fred was as well. We both just sat there kind of dumbfounded until she said "Do it". We crawled to each other and quickly moved together to touch lips. "Again" said Mistress Jaz, so of course we followed her orders and kissed each other a second time. She then asked Fred if he would suck my cock if she told him too. Again I don't think Fred was very excited about the prospect of doing that, but never the less he responded yes Mistress. She then asked me the same question and I of course told Mistress that i would suck cock for her if she told me to. Luckily for both of us Mistress was just testing us, and said we would not have to do that for her today. Mistress then had Fred kneel down on the side of the bed, and me kneel down at the bottom of the bed. She laid down in her stomach and told me to worship her beautiful feet while Fred worshipped her amazing ass. I rubbed, kissed, and sucked every inch of her gorgeous feet for about 20 minutes before Mistress said it was time for us to switch spots. I dove right into Mistress Jaz's amazing ass, licking and kissing her perfection all over. Lisa encouraged me to stick my tongue in deep and cheered me on enthusiastically as i did. She allowed me to worship her ass for quite some time before telling Lisa and I to go have a smoke so she could have some privacy with Fred before he had to leave. After Fred had left Lisa and I went back to Mistress Jaz's room. It was then Lisa noticed Mistresses nails and told her that they looked good. Mistress asked Lisa if she would like me to give her a pedicure as well, and Lisa happily accepted. I told her i had a bunch of nail polish colors in my bag and pulled then out for her to choose from. She picked out a pretty red color and I got to work on my second pedicure of the day. Lisa had the cutest little feet and being a major foot guy, i was thrilled to be allowed the chance to pretty them up with a coat of polish. Once i finished the pedicure both ladies had asked to see what other pair of heels I had brought with me. I pulled out the box and showed them the pink 6" ankle strap heels and Lisa was absolutely in love with them. "Damn you have good taste in girly shoes" she told me, which of course made me blush like crazy. They had me put them on and were happy to see how perfectly they matched the pink outfit that Mistress had picked out for me. They told me to stand up and dance sexy for them. I did my best, but unfortunately dancing and I are not a good match. Lisa left to start dinner and Mistress told me to crawl over to her. When I arrived there she removed the clothespins and the pain was INTENSE. Honestly i had gotten used to them being on (I had them on for over 2 hours) and was shocked at how bad it hurt when she took them off. She also was kind enough to cut the zipstrip that was binding my hands behind my back. Mistress once again pulled out the clear dildo and held it to my lips. "Open wide" she said as she inserted the dildo past my lips and into my mouth. Mistress pumped it in and out for about 10 minutes before she had decided that was enough for now. She told me to remove my butt plug, throw away the condom that was on it, and to properly clean it for her. Mistress told me to get back down to the bottom of the bed to worship her feet some more. I spent a good hour rubbing, caressing, and kissing her perfect feet and gorgeous ankles. Mistress Jaz just laid back on the bed with a smile on her face looking so beautiful and relaxed. Lisa knocked on the door and asked Mistress if she could send me to the store to pick up something she needed for her recipe. Mistress once again told me to get dressed but leave all my lingerie on underneath and head to the corner market to get what was needed. I was so nervous about going into the store with the pink "SLUT" collar around my neck that i did not even notice that one of my rear garter straps had come attached and were hanging out of the back of my pants until after i had been walking through the store for a few minutes. I was so embarrassed! I did get a few strange looks (especially from the cute young female cashier) but nobody said anything to me about them. I arrived back at Mistresses house and she laughed when i told her what had happened. "Get used to it, public humiliation is a big favorite of mine" she said. I quickly stripped back down to my lingerie and went back to work on her beautiful feet again. We spent most of that time talking while I rubbed her feet and Mistress told me she was happy with my performance today. She then said she wanted to use me in some video clips and wants me to provide sissy maid service to her on a regular basis. I was so excited and happy when she said that... I seriously thought i was going to start crying tears of joy. About that time we both glanced over at the clock and were surprised to see that i had been serving her for nearly 10 hours! The day just completely flew by and both of us were shocked at how late it was. I knew it was about time for me to head home so I asked Mistress if there was anything she wanted me to do before i saw her next. She handed me the medium size butt plug (the one that would not go in) and told me to take it home and train my ass to take it. She also told me to practice walking in my heels as often as possible. She told me to get dressed, but once again I was to keep my lingerie on for the ride home. Mistress Jaz walked me to the door, gave me a big hug and told me to text her as soon as I got home so she knew her new pet was safe :). Mistress Jeniffers sweet Punishment Camilla was 27. She had been bi sexually orientated ever since her sexual awakening at the age of 15. And she had always been somehow especially fascinated by strong, dominating women and had always loved the fantasy of being submissive, but never had she really tried any kind of domme/sub relationship. A few months ago she got to know somebody in a special bdsm chat room. She called herself Mistress Jeniffer and the had started chatting and talking about bdsm. Soon it was clear that Camilla loved her role as an online sub and it was only a few weeks later that they had met in real for the first time. Mistress Jeniffer lived a few hours away and Camilla had visited her at her home. It had been a perfectly erotic weekend of hot lesbian domme/sub sex. There was no real pain involved but a lot of dominance by Mistress Jeniffer. From that weekend on they tried to see each other as often as possible, but that was still not more than twice a month or so. They also were doing a lot of cyber sex via e-mail. Camilla had to travel a lot due to her job and so there recently had been to less time for her to mail to her Mistress or visit her. This was the first weekend in two month, when they would meet again at Mistress Jeniffers home. Camilla was really excited to see her again. Misress Jeniffer was about 5' 8" in size. She had long blondish red hair, blue eyes, and was kind of plump. She was not fat, but not at all skinny either. You could refer to her as 'BBW'. But her voluptuous body still was really sexy and erotic in a special way. There were enough curves on her body that could be very, very sexy, when playing around. Her great breasts measured 42DD and she had a wonderful big, round ass. Her age was 36. Camilla was a bit smaller than her Mistress. She had brown, curled hair, going down over her shoulders. Compared to her Mistress she was quite slim, but still with enough meat on her bones to have a soft body with some good curves and a good handful of nicely shaped, quite firm breasts. Camilla had been ordered not to come to her mistress with any cloth on. She had to be completely naked and she had to completely shave her cunt. Camilla had obeyed her Mistess´s wishes and for the first time in her life she had completely shaved her pubes. She knocked at her Mistress´s door and was called in. She entered into the hall and immediately started stripping. She was already very aroused. Her nipples were already hard just thinking of her mistress and her cunt was moist. Naked she finally entered into the living room. Mitstress Jeniffer sat in a chair with just her bathrobe on. She looked up and down Camillas naked body. Her eyes almost ate her. She quite obviously loved what she saw, loved the look of Camilla´s breasts, her hard nipples and she licked her lips sexily when starring at her shaved cunt and seeing the moist shimmer at it. But she did not say a word. It was her little slave-slut´s duty to obey her commands. She loved a shaved cunt and Camilla had a real beautiful, sweet looking pussy. “Crawl to Me, slut!! Kneel at My feet with your eyes cast downward in total submission.”, Mistress Jeniffer finally commanded with a tough voice. Camilla immediately went to all fours and with her eyes downcast she crawled from the door of the living room to her mistress´s seat. Her arousal was rising immediately. From her crawling position Camilla could see between her mistress´s legs, could see her pussy. Camilla loved the look of Mistress Jeniffers pussy and even more she loved her taste. “Pour Me a drink. A glass of Cognac.”, Mistress Jeniffer commanded when Camilla just had taken a kneeling position in front of her. Immediately Camilla got up to get her mistress a glass of brandy and brought it to her and after she handed it to her she returned to her knees in front of her strict mistress. All the while Mistress Jeniffers eyes had been following her, taking in the wonderful, sexy sight of her slave-girls firm arse cheeks, as they swayed when she walked for the glass and taking in the sight of her well shaped breasts. “Even though you are a very good little girl sometimes, you must be punished for ignoring your Mistress for so long, for not writing to me, for not visiting me and pleasing my dripping pussy for so long!” Her voice was hard as she spoke. Camilla´s eyes were downcast. She wanted to be a good slave, wanted to please her mistress, but also the thought of the punishment to come, made her even wetter. She did not answer and just remained in her submissive position. “I do realize that your job takes you travelling all over Europe but I find it very hard tounderstand why you cant just take two minutes and at least have the courtesy of saying helloto Me. It doesnt take but two minutes to just log onto the computer quick and call up My address and say hello does it?”, she asked with her commanding, dominating voice and her hands stroke Camilla´s hair. Her legs were slightly ajar, so that Camilla´s downcast eyes directly looked at her pussy. Camilla could see the wetness in between her mistress legs. She had to lick her lips, due to her arousal. Her eyes were still downcast, as Camilla finally replied shyly:”Yes, my Mistress!” “You have been a very naughty girl, Camilla, and Mistress is displeased. Your punishment is you will be spanked. That is about as harsh as I will be. Stand before Me, and lay over My lap. As I spank you, you will count out every stroke that is delivered.” Camilla submissively followed her mistress´s order. She was aroused to the edge now. She lay over her 10years older BBW-mistress lap. She loved that position in some way. Mistress Jeniffer started spanking her and she cried out, "One!" Mistress Jeniffers hand rubbed her soft round butt and than smacked it again, and Camilla cried out "Two!" With each smack on her ass, she rubbed her cheeks, watching them get redder and hotter. At about the count of six, she slipped her finger between her legs and felt her unshaven pussy. “Hmmmmmm,” Mistress Jeniffer moaned. “My little sub likes to be spanked. You are such a naughty slut, slave Camilla; a naughty, wet pussy-licking slut. A little slave whore! Aren´t you?” “Yes my Mistress! I´m a naughty slave whore and I love my Mistress´s pussy!”, Camilla whispered submissively. Mistress Jeniffer continued over and over again, rubbing, fingering, and spanking her little fuckslut till the count reached 20. Camilla´s body shaked and convulsed with each touch of her mistress finger to her pussy. With each smack of her hand to her ever reddening butt, she cried out for mercy. Yet her Mistress showed no mercy. “You have behaved disrespectfully to your Mistress and you must be punished!!” Mistress Jeniffer laughed. By the time she reached the count of 25 however she noticed that Camilla´s crying had turned to moaning. She reached between her legs and found her slave-slut soaking wet. “What a slut you are,” she growled! “Only a true slut would be trying to get off on her Mistress's punishment. Are you My true, dirty slut-slave, camilla? Are you My whore?”, she asked again. Camilla eagerly responded “Yes!”. She pushed her to her feet and made Camilla kneel before her again. “All this talk about how bad you are, how slutty you are has made Me very wet and horny!”, Mistress Jeniffer said. She spread her big legs over the chair and her wet, slippery, bald pussy stared at her slave girl. “You will eat your Mistress till she cums in your face, and dont you dare touch yourself or cum at all.!” Eagerly Camilla started licking her BBW mistress. She sucked her, fingered her pussy till Mistress Jeniffer was in a state of such arousal that she grabbed her head and pulled her slut-girl deep inside her and her cum splashesd all over her face, her hair, down her neck and even over her tits. “MMMMmmmmmmmm, such a nasty slut you are.” The mistress moaned satisfied, enjoying her huge orgasm. She pushed her off her pussy and made her lay down on the bed. She took her hands and tied her hands to the headboard and her feet to the foot of the bed. The burn of Camillas ass became more and more intense when her butt hit the sheets of the bed. Mistress Jeniffer put her 12-inch strapon around her waist and crawled over top her. She rubbed her cock over her pussy lips and got it nice and wet. Then with one thrust she pushed inside her and started fucking her till Camilla was almost about to rip apart. “Dont you dare cum till I say so, whore!!”, the mistress commanded. In and out, in and out, harder and faster she fucked her. Her cock got so slippery from her wet cunt that it glistened with her cum. Then with one single thrust she push so hard into her and told her to cum. “Camilla cum hard all over My cock!” And she came, came over and over again that she nearly passed out. Mistress Jeniffer collapsed on Camilla and she took the weight of her BBW body on hers. Finally, the mistress pulled out of her. Camillas body was still shivering from her mistress´s fucking. Mistress Jeniffer kissed her, gave her deep and long french kiss. Camilla eagerly sucked her tongue, enjoyed her mistress´s kiss. The mistress Jeniffers fondled all her naked body, felt her out. “We are not done yet, my naughty slut!”, Mistress Jeniffer finally said. “You are still at My mercy, just where I want you, my slave-whore!!” Mistress Jeniffer had still worn her bathrobe. Now she stood up and removed her robe, showed her voluptuous body to her little slave. Camilla loved her body, loved to worship every inch of her skin, every sexy curve. Naked now she lay over top her slave girl covering her much smaller body with her voluptuous one. “Your next punishment is to endure Me rubbing and cumming all over you but you WILL NOT cum again at all, do you hear Me, whore?? I will touch you and cover you with My scent all over your body, but you may not cum. You may not even groan or moan, you must endure Me on top of you. You will feel My pussy, naked and wet, grinding over your body. you will feel My arms caressing you, you will taste My kisses, you will hear Me breathing in your ear, but you WILL NOT cum. If you cum, or allow a moan or a groan to escape from your lips you will be denied even further not to cum as I use the 12" strapon on you again.” She said in her hard voice again, pressing her full weight into her slave, moving her big boobs against the firm breasts of her little slut. She could see her swallow hard and heard her reply: “Yes my Mistress!” “You will feel Me shivering as I rub My pussy over your sweet body, you will feel Me tremble as My orgasm flows through Me, you will smell the juices that pour out of Me, and feel them run down your legs and over your belly. You will listen to My cries of passion as I cum all over you. When and only when I have decided that you have been good enough to endure My actions, I will decide for you when you may cum. You understand, My nasty little carmen?” She heard her sex-slave gulp and breathe hard: “Oh yes, my Mistress!” Mistress Jeniffers was still rubbing her breasts, her hard nipples against Camilla´s hard nipples. Then she began. Rubbing and touching her as she felt the passion rise inside herself. Camilla was obedient, not allowing herself to cum. But Mistress Jeniffers could see in her eyes that It was a hard struggle to maintain calm as she punished her with pure sexual pleasure. Camilla knew, she must be good, otherwise her Mistress would not be pleased. Mistress Jeniffers was grinding so hard against her now, that sweat poured off her. Her pussy was soaking wet rubbing her slaves skin and her pussy. She licked her slut, smell her and tasted her with her lips and tongue. She started rubbing faster, faster, faster, harder. Her own orgasm building fast. But through it all Camilla, tied to the bed, obeyed her Mistress. Finally Mistress Jeniffers orgasm exploded all over Camilla. She cried, she screamed, she Yelled. She softly bit her slave-whore and kissed her. And she took in the sight of her cum-covered slave girl, trembling with arousal, hard nipples and wet pussy, being on the edge of what she could bare, but she had obeyed her mistress. Satisfied Mistress Jeniffer released her hands and untied her feet. She lied back on the bed, and pulled her slave Camilla overtop herself. She spread her legs, her pussy juices still creaming and pooling inside her cunt lips. Camilla looked at her questioningly. Mistress Jeniffers put her hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently to her hot pussy. “Clean Me, Camilla, and allow yourself the pleasure of knowing you have satisfied your Mistress greatly. Let that pleasure explode through you as you clean Me, and cum for your Mistress.” Camilla eagerly followed her mistress wishes. She licked the pussy, worshiped her mistress´s cunt, made her cum again, by licking her and she fingered herself to a huge orgasm. “So this was my punishment to you, little slave-whore,” Mistress Jeniffer said “How will you know please your mistress, to get forgiveness?” “I will caress your wonderful, sexy, big breasts and your hard nipples with my hands, fingers, lips and tongue, even with my naughty, wet pussy and make you cum by just that and then I will pleasure your beautiful, big arse, will kiss and lick your arse cheeks and will please your anus with my mouth and fingers till you cum again and finally I will just pleasure your tasty pussy till you cum over and over again, My Mistress!”, Camilla whispered. This story is dedicated to a wonderful Mistress Jeniffer….kisses to her soaking wet pussy from her slave-whore girl Camilla. Feedback, Comments and Votings very welcome!!! Mistress Jenny's Day Pt. 01 Mistress Jenny's Day Introduction: The Morning Mistress Jenny awoke slowly after a wonderfully long sleep. She had not gone to bed until well after midnight as she was having to much fun at the play party, but even though she had only slept for about 7 hours, she felt rested and relaxed. Slowly she opened her eyes, and glanced over at David. Her bedroom was normally kept dark, but she had a dim light that could shine on someone in the play area, and as her eyes were still not adjusted to the light, she could see David quite clearly, strapped to the pole, and obviously very uncomfortable. During the party last night David had been caught watching Mistress Jenny fucking one of the slaves through one of the many peepholes in the house, something he wasn't supposed to be doing. Worse than that he had been caught masturbating, and doing that without permission was unforgivable. His punishment started almost immediately, and was one he would not forget. David was taken into Mistress Jenny's bedroom and tightly strapped to a pole with only his right arm free. He was then ordered to masturbate until he came, and then ordered to do it again, making sure that he was empty. After his his arm was strapped down as tight as the rest of him, so that he could only stand there unable to move at all. Electrodes were placed on his cock and balls. Knowing that David liked cock and ball torture and that it would eventually get him excited, Mistress Jenny then placed a chastity device on him, which would cause any erection he would get to cause extra pain and discomfort. The electrodes were then attached to a box which would send shocks into his genitals for 5 seconds every minute. David was only then told that he would be left like this for 24 hours. Mistress Jenny had learned previously that extended restraint like this could cause dehydration in a slave, which was not the desired result, so she had a special gag made that could attach to a tube leading to a water jug suspended above the slaves head. This would allow the slave to stay hydrated and would mean that he would be able to keep focusing on the suffering, rather than how sick he was feeling. It had been nearly 12 hours since David had been left strapped to the pole, his cock and balls getting zapped every minute, and he was obviously worse for wear. Mistress Jenny smiled as she thought of him suffering so close to her unable to move and unable to do anything but wait for the next shock. Maybe that is why she had slept so well. She laid in bed looking at David for several minutes, his eyes were closed, but it was obvious he wasn't sleeping even though he must have been exhausted. Every minute he would tense up, his cock would twitch inside the chastity device and his eyes would close tighter. Then after a few seconds he would relax and breathe deeply though his nose recovering from the pain. Mistress Jenny did some quick math in her head, every minute for 12 hours, he had been through the over 700 times. She quietly giggled to herself. After a few more minutes she sat up and turned on her bedside light. "Good morning David", she said out loud knowing that he couldn't reply. His eyes opened and looked at her, and her timing had been perfect. Just as he did this he was zapped and he winced again causing Mistress Jenny to laugh out loud. "Have you had a good night thinking about what you did wrong? I slept wonderfully thank you." She continued to smile at him as she got out of bed and walked over to where he was strapped to the pole. "Hmm, you seem to be covered in sweat, have you been exerting yourself? Oh well, you have only 12 hours to go." At this David groaned out loud, and there was a look in his eyes of silent pleading. This caused Mistress Jenny to giggle again. Mistress Jenny looked up at the water jug that had been dripping water into David's mouth for the past 12 hours, it was nearly empty. "Looks like you have been a thirsty slave David, do you need to take a piss?" Strapped down as he was, he couldn't really nod, but by the slight movement he could make it was obvious that he did. Mistress Jenny went to the toy box near by and got a plastic jug for him to piss in. "OK David, I am going to turn off the electrodes for 2 minutes to allow you to piss." She picked up the control box, then stood in front of him, holding the jug so that he could piss into it. It only took a few seconds for him to start pissing, and to distract herself Mistress Jenny looked at the control box in her hand. "You know, this has been on a really low setting since I hooked you up, mostly to keep you quiet while I slept. But now it doesn't matter if you make some noise does it?" Mistress Jenny heard David's piss stop almost immediately, she looked up into his eyes and saw the fear that what she had just said had implanted in him. "You better finish pissing quickly or you will wont get a chance to go again, and I can't imagine what I will feel I need to do to you if you piss on the floor." David closed his eyes to concentrate, and in a few seconds she heard him pissing again. Still, she couldn't let him have it too easy. "I think I will turn the charge up a bit, maybe half again as powerful as before." She heard David groan, but this time he was focusing on making sure he emptied his bladder before the last half of his punishment continued. A short while later she heard the stream of piss slow and eventually stop. Mistress Jenny then leaned in and put her face very close to David's and whispered, "I also think you have had it too easy so far, so instead of 5 seconds of shock every minute, I am going to make it 5 seconds every 40 seconds, as well as increasing the charge. That will be good for you don't you think?" David groaned as he obviously tried to express his concern at this, but he couldn't make himself heard through the gag. Mistress Jenny put down the jug of piss and lifted the control so that he could see it and slowly turned the dial that controlled the shock from 5 to 8, and then turned the dial controlling the interval from 1 minute to 40 seconds. Then she stepped back from him and turned it on. Immediately David shook as the stronger charge pulsed through his cock and balls, and he could not prevent himself from grunting behind that gag. "Oh that was fun, lets do that again." Mistress Jenny turned the controller off and then on again, sending a fresh charge of electricity into her slaves genitals. Mistress Jenny laughed as she put the controller down. "Don't worry David. Only 12 more hours and you will have paid for last nights stupidity. Masturbating without permission is not something you are ever going to do again is it?" David could barely shake his head, but he tried hard. Mistress Jenny then turned to go off to the bathroom to freshen up for the day, when she realized the jug of piss was still on the floor near David's feet. "Hmm, I really couldn't be bothered going and getting some fresh water to top up your drinking jug, you really aren't worth it." She bent down and picked up the jug of piss, then stepping taking down the other jug attached to the tube he was drinking from she poured all of the piss he has just disposed of into it. "That will keep you going for the rest of the day." David's eyes were full of fear as he realised he was going to be left his way, unable to move, suffering painful shocks through his cock and balls, unable to get an errection due to the small cage his coks was trapped in, and with his own piss as the only thing he had to drink. Jenny didn't spare him another thought as she went into the bathroom to freshen up. * After the party last night, Mistress Jenny was not feeling particularly playful, but part of being a Mistress with slaves on call was that she needed to maintain at least a level of superiority. As she walked into the bathroom she realized she wasn't in the mood for a slave to bathe her, or to get one of them to towel her off, but she knew that Simon had performed well the night before, and she had promised him his favourite reward this morning. She leaned over to the intercom on the wall and pushed the button. "Simon, come into the bathroom right now." She knew he would have been waiting for this, and wasn't at all surprised when less than 10 seconds later he opened the door and stepped inside. Mistress Jenny's bathroom was large, designed specifically for her. In one corner was a large bath, big enough for three people to be cosy, two people to be comfortable or one person to soak in complete luxury, above the bath was a frosted window, that when open looked out over the garden and her back yard. Next to the bath was a tiled area with several shower heads with room enough for several people to wash each other if needed. On the wall opposite the shower area was the toilet and bidet, the later being a vital addition that she insisted be part of every bathroom in the house, and just down the wall from these was The Throne. The Throne was a large toilet constructed out of white plastic. There was a step up needed to sit on it, and in the front of it a panel that a slaves head could fit through so his face would be directly under whoever was using The Throne. This front panel was padded around the edge so it would make a tight seal with the slaves neck, and hold his head firmly in place, and there was a pin that held it in place which could not be reached by the slave who was trapped by it, so that he could not get himself out. The seat of The Throne was also padded, and just inside it was moulded plastic that directed whatever was deposited through the hole in the seat directly onto the face of the slave underneath. Many cheap versions of The Throne didn't have this, and this resulted in the slave only being splashed by whatever was deposited, but The Throne ensured that there was no escape and the slave would get whatever was coming directly onto his face. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, Simon got down on his knees and got into the proper position. His toes were curled under, supporting his feet, and his thighs were at an angle so that his bottom was being held several inches above his heels, meaning they were taking the weight of his whole body. His back was straight and his head was held high. His hands were behind his back with one palm placed in the other, military style. "You called Mistress." he said, it wasn't a question. Mistress Jenny yawned. "I am not really in a playful mood today, but I promised you a reward." She turned and walked over to The Throne, opening the front panel. "Get in!" she stated. It was a firm order, and Simon moved quickly to obey. Often Mistress Jenny would secure a slaves hands to the sides of The Throne, as there were attachments to the outside for just that purpose, but it all seemed too hard today. As soon as Simon was lying in the right place, she closed the front panel and secured the pin that would prevent him from being able to free himself. Then she stepped up onto The Throne and lifted the lid. Immediately as she did this a small light went on inside. Like a fridge door whenever the lid of the Throne was open a light went on inside so that the slave could be seen clearly, and so the slave could clearly see what was coming even if someone was sitting covering the entire seat. Mistress Jenny could turn this light off if she didn't want to see the slave, but she knew this was part of what Simon loved about The Throne, so she left it on. As she wasn't feeling particularly playful, Mistress Jenny didn't bother to say anything to Simon as she sat on The Throne and started to piss. The party last night had been a good one with lots to drink and eat, so she was feeling a little bloated. While collecting David's piss earlier she had felt an uncomfortable pressure and now she was able to relax and get rid of everything. The initial stream of piss from Mistress Jenny must have lasted over 20 seconds during which time Simon's cock had gone from flaccid to fully erect. After the initial piss was gone she was able to relax and empty her bowels. For several minutes Mistress Jenny say on the throne before she felt that she was done, and she hoped that Simon and enjoyed watching everything that was coming his way. She leaned over and tore off a few sheets of toilet paper, wiped herself, then stood up and turned to look at Simon. Inside The Throne he was drenched in piss and his face was covered in her soft shit. He had caught one piece in his mouth and was happily sucking on it. "Oh god, you look disgusting" she said and threw the paper through the hole and closed the lid. Then she went over to the shower, turned the water on, and stepped out of her nightie. Mistress Jenny loved hot showers almost as much as she loved hot baths, but this morning she just wanted to freshen up and let the water run over her for a few minutes. Making sure the water was hot she stepped under the stream of water and then after getting used to the temperature, slowly turned up the heat until it was not quite too hot, but still very hot. This was the best feeling, when the water caused the skin to tingle with sweat at the same time as it was getting washed away. Picking up a sponge and some body wash she washed herself thoroughly. During the shower she saw Simon lying on the floor with his very hard erection and his hands clenched into fists beside him. Obviously he was wanting to play with himself while his head was trapped in The Throne, but he was probably thinking of what David was going through after masturbating without permission, and was too scared to. Good boy. Stepping out of the shower and picking up a towel Mistress Jenny said out loud so that Simon could hear "You want to have a wank do you slave?" She knew that Simon's mouth was probably still full, and that he knew she would have trouble hearing him, so he just gave her a thumbs up, a sign they often used for Yes when a slave couldn't speak. "OK Simon, as part of the reward you may masturbate." Simon opened and closed his fist twice, the sign they used for a silent Thank You. He then grasped his cock in his hand and started to slide it up and down. Mistress Jenny turned away to finsih getting herself ready. Mistress Jenny started by giving brushing her hair while it was wet, then using the towel to get most of the moisture out of it, then she got another towel and wrapped her hair in it. Using a third towel she then dried off her body and put on a bath robe. She had no problems with making laundry, that is what slaves were for. She then brushed her teeth and flossed. Mistress Jenny was not ready for makeup, she was too hungry and just wanted breakfast. As she turned to leave the room she heard a grunt from The Throne and turned just in time to see Simon come all over his hands. "Well that is just something else you will have to clean up. I hope you didn't expect you would be let out when you were done." Simon gave her the Thank You sign, and Mistress Jenny giggled as she walked out of the bathroom, through her Parlor and into the Dining Room. * Mistress Jenny's dining area was adjacent to the kitchen, with only a breakfast bar serpating them, so as she entered she could see that Patrick was already busy in the kitchen preparing her breakfast. "Breakfast will only be a minute Mistress" he said, as she sat on the lounge and picked up her book. She had told Patrick what she wanted for breakfast last night, so she started reading knowing that he would have exactly what she wanted. She had only read a few pages when she head a quiet announcement beside her. "Breakfast is ready Mistress." Simon was on his knees next to her, in the same posture that Simon had used upon entering the bathroom, but instead of his hands behind him he was holding out a tray with her breakfast on it. Knowing that he could be this way for quite a while she permitted her slaves to rest the tray on a pole so that all he had to do was maintain balance rather than support the weight of the tray as she ate. Sometimes when she was feeling cruel she would take the pole away, but this morning she was just feeling relaxed and hungry. She laid her book down and smiled at the breakfast Patrick had prepared. Eggs Benedict, muffins with jam, a small bowl of canned peaches, orange juice and a single cup plunger of coffee. Patrick was an excellent cook and Mistress Jenny was as pleased as ever wtih the quality of what he had prepared for her. When she was done she leaned back and picked up her book again. "Thank you Patrick, you can go and do the dishes now, and then clean up the kitchen. When you have done that you can go and let Simon out of The Throne." "Yes Mistress Jenny", he replied as he stood up to take away the tray. "Actually I let Simon masturbate, and I am worried he might have come more than once, so tell him he has to show you an erection before you can release him, and make sure he doesn't use his hands to get it." "Yes Mistress Jenny. That is nasty." "I know, I think I am getting my playful for the morning." Mistress Jenny laid back and continued to read her book. She knew that her day had a lot more fun to come. Mistress Jenny's Day Pt. 02 For the next half an hour Mistress Jenny continued to read her book, noticing Patrick's movements only when he passed her to go into her parlor, probably to go check on Simon. She was almost through he book, so she decided that she needed to go shopping for some new ones, and whatever else took her fancy. She reached for the phone to call for a Chauffeur Slave. Mistress Jenny dialed Dexter's number from speed dial. Dexter was fun at shopping trips as he ways tried to buy her little surprises. After a few rings he answered the phone, "Hey Jen, what's up?" Damn! When calling a slave having him call her Jen was the acceptable way of him telling her he wasn't able to talk freely. That meant that he wouldn't be able to chauffeur for her today either. Any slave that answered a call from here where anyone else could hear her though deserved everything that happened. "I was planning a shopping trip, but I take it you are about to let me down?" Mistress Jenny phrased it as a question, giving Dexter a chance to put himself in even more trouble. "Probably, when did you have in mind?" "Right now." "I am sorry Jen, but I am about to go into a meeting and won't be free for the rest of the day. I will send you a message when I get back to the office. Best I can do." She could tell he was trying to apologize while in straight company. "That's alright, I will have to find someone else to look after me. I will expect a nice present from you next time we meet as an apology." "Of course Jen, always the best for you." Mistress Jenny hung up the phone. She was disappointed that Dexter wasn't available, but her slaves had to make a living, otherwise they would not be very useful. She did not want slaves she had to keep, she wanted slaves who would look after her. She thought for a minute and then dialed Neil's number. He answered almost immediately. "Hello Mistress Jenny, thanks for calling." Neil was a new slave, and always sounded eagre. "Neil, I am wanting to go on a little shopping trip and I am looking for someone to drive me and carry it all for me. You're not going to let me down are you?" Another loaded question, obviously she was feeling playful. "When will you need me Mistress?" "As soon as you can get here." Neil started to explain he just had to finish up what he was doing so Mistress Jenny cut him off. "I don't care about that, when can you get here?" "About 20 minutes." "Perfect. Bring the pink suit." There was a slight pause before he answered, and she suspected he was grimacing to himself. "Yes Mistress Jenny." She hung up the phone. Just then Mistress Jenny heard the bathrooms fans turn on to help in the cleaning, so as she had suspected, Simon had not been able to resist abusing the permission to masturbate that she had given him and Patrick had been forced to wait until Simon could get an errection to release him. Simon would still be a while cleaning the bathroom, but she knew that Patrick would be back soon. Mistress Jenny was looking at him as soon as he entered the dining room. "Come over here Patrick. I need to thank you for a wonderful breakfast." Mistress Jenny smiled was smiling knowingly to Patrick as she said this, both of them knew exactly what it meant. Patrick had a particular love he hoped was about to be fulfilled, and Mistress Jenny was smiling knowing she was going to give him exactly what he wanted. Patrick walked over to her and stood next to her, he was making an assumption, but it was the right one. Mistress Jenny leaned over and used her left hand to grab Patrick's scrotum, making a loop with her thumb and forfinger to pull Patrick's balls out away from his body. Patrick closed his eyes knowing what was coming, he was trying not to smile, and failing. "Thank!" "You!" Mistress Jenny punctuated each word with a firm punch right onto Patrick's balls. Patrick grunted and started to double over, a natural reflex that even his deep love for this particular pain was not enough to overcome. Patrick quickly recovered and as he was getting his legs back under his control Mistress Jenny started to release his balls. Then just as she noticed him start to relax, she tightened her grip on his scrotum again and placed a solid punch into his already sore testicles, exclaiming "Patrick!" as she did so. Patrick's knees buckled, and Mistress Jenny released her grip on him just as he started to fall to his knees. He hit the ground and doubled over in pain. "Thank you Patrick" Mistress Jenny said quietly. Patrick was an excellent cook, and it was worth throwing a few punches now and then to keep him in her service. She gave Patrick a few minutes to recover and then as he was rising to a kneeling position, she leaned forward and kissed him. "It really was a wonderful breakfast." "Thank you Mistress Jenny", Patrick was still breathing deeply from the pain, but she could see he was happy. Mistress Jenny returned to her parlor, glancing over at the equipment and toys that got so much use at the party the night before, and would almost certainly get used again today. Everything had been cleaned up and put away, probably by Simon while waiting for her call this morning. She thought to herself how lucky she was to have such excellent slaves as she entered her dressing room to dress for her shopping trip. * A shopping trip with one slave did not warrant putting too much effort into looking fabulous, but some care had to be taken anyway. Mistress Jenny took off the towel she still had wrapped around her hair and dropped it with her robe into the laundry hamper, then she used a dryer to get the last remnants of moisture from her hair. Once her hair was dry she picked up her hairbrush and turned to face the full length mirror as she brushed out her hair. This done she applied only makeup that would help protect her skin, and dressed casually. Plain knickers, a sports bra, a pair of jeans and a purple button up blouse took care of most of her needs, comfortable open shoes completed the simple outfit she would need for this expedition. She picked up a plain handbag, and dropped her wallet into it. As she went back into the parlor she could see that Neil was just pulling up into the driveway, right on time. She walked over to one of the toy chests and collected the one item she planned to use on Neil, dropping it into her handbag as well. Mistress Jenny put on her sunglasses as she stepped out into the yard, the day was clear and bright, but not as bright as the tracksuit that Neil was wearing. She looked at him waiting beside the car and giggled. This was going to be fun. Neil was a new slave to her, and he was completely unlike any slave she had had before. Neil was only average looking and didn't look after himself as well as he should, he was not into pain, and had a very low punishment threshold. What Neil did have was one of the most beautiful cocks that Mistress Jenny had ever seen. It was his one special feature, and she enjoyed putting him into situations where he would embarrassed by what many men would have considered to be a blessing. Hence the hot pink tracksuit that she and told him to wear. Neil's cock really was incredible. When erect it was nearly 10 inches long, and thick enough that when she wrapped her hand around it she could only just make her fingertips meet her thumb. The head of his penis was huge, even compared to the cock it was attached to, and if that head had been put onto a dildo it would have looked silly, on his living cock though it looked simply beautiful. Of course she had never let him put his cock in her, that is something only slaves who have served her well and long could do, but she did look forward to when she would. Today however she just wanted him to drive her to the shops and carry her bags, but she intended to make him feel owned while doing it. She walked over and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Good morning Neil." "Good morning Mistress Jenny." "Now don't you look special?" She phrased it as a question, but he knew she was not expecting an answer. "You know how important it is for me to be able to control what people think of you, so today while you are serving me you are going to be wearing this." She held up a medium sized butt plug, which for Neil however was probably one of the largest things he had inserted into him. "This plug you will be wearing vibrates, and I will be holding the remote control. I expect you to enjoy it, because I will be using it to control the state of your erection. Understood?" "Yes Mistress Jenny". Neil knew he was going to be embarrassed this way, it seemed to be what Mistress Jenny liked doing most to him, but the butt plug did look large to him. He watched carefully as Mistress Jenny licked her hand and used her saliva to lightly lubricate the plug. "Turn around, bend over and drop your pants." Neil did so and with a quick push Mistress Jenny inserted the plug into him. He tensed as soon as it was in place, but did not make a sound. "Good boy. Now pull your pants up and lets get going." Neil pulled up his pants and tried to make the tracksuit look at neat as he could, a real effort considering the hot pink made it look silly no matter what he tried to do. Then he went to the car and opened the back passenger door for her. Mistress Jenny looked into the back seat and then turned and raised an eyebrow to Neil. "There is not enough room for me in there Neil. Do you think I am a child?" Neil realized his mistake and quickly opened the passenger door and adjusted the front seat so it was as far forward as it would go, then he again held the back door and offered Mistress Jenny a seat. He helped her into the car and then walked around the car and took the drivers seat. Neil's car, a Audi, was nothing special but it was nice enough, and the ride was comfortable as she watched the world go past the windows. * Neil was lucky and found a parking spot on the shopping strip itself, preventing him having to drive around one of the carparks looking for a free spot. As he got out of the car Mistress Jenny immediately saw that people stared in surprise at the tracksuit he was wearing. He walked around the car and opened the door for her, helped her out of the car, and as she started walking off in the direction of her favorite coffee shop, he closed the door and locked the car she he rushed to keep his proper place two steps behind and one step to the right of her. Arriving at the coffee shop Mistress Jenny immediately sat down at a table inside where she had good visibility of both the street and the counter. "Go get me a latté and a chocolate chip buscuit." "Yes Mistress Jenny," Neil answered quietly so as not to have this heard by the bistanders. He then moved off to the counter and waited in the queue for service. As he was waiting Mistress Jenny reached into her bag and grabbed the remote for the plug he was wearing. She turned the vibration down to low, and switched it on. Watching Neil she saw him jump slightly as he noticed the vibration in his arse, but he maintained he composure and just looked over her and nodded. Soon the vibration started to have the desired effect, and the front of his tracksuit pants started to bulge. By the time he was asked if he wanted service, the bulge was very noticable, but not where near as noticable as she intended to make it before she finished her coffee. When he returned with her coffee the bulge in the front of his pants was probably 5 inches long, no where near what he was capable of. As he was putting down her snack she told him what she wanted. "Go stand at the front of the store, with your back to the window and wait for me." Neil nodded to her, walked out of the store and took up his position, making she she could see him clearly. Once he was in place, before she took her first mouthful of her latté, she turned the vibration on his butt plug up to maximum. Then sat back to take in the show while enjoying her coffee and biscuit. Neil walked outside and stood with his back to the window as instructed, and over the next couple of minutes the vibration in his ass caused him to become fully erect. The result of which was a man standing in the street wearing a hot pink tracksuit with a 10 inch bulge pushing out the front, which caused the elastic of the suit pants to lift away from his waist slightly. Mistress Jenny enjoyed her coffee as she saw people giving Neil very strange looks as they went past. Some people even bumped his erection before seeing it as they walked past, and generally when they turned and saw what they had knocked they looked shocked. Throughout all of this he stood there staring forward and not reacting to anything the passers by said or did. It took about 15 minutes for Mistress Jenny to finish her repast, at which time she left the coffee shop and told Neil to follow her to the bookshop. She walked at a brisk pace, knowing that it would cause the bulge in the front of Neil's pants to bounce, but she seemed to show no interest at all in what was going on, even though she tried to catch every reaction she could. Upon arrival at the bookstore she wanted to be able to focus on what she was buying so again she told Neil to stand out front, however this time she could not see him so she turned off the vibration in the butt plug to conserve the batteries. "I will turn the vibrator on again when I am nearly ready, then you will come in to carry my bag." He nodded to her and took up his post outside the door to the bookstore. She took her time selecting what she wanted, checking for new books, new CDs and even to see if they had any DVDs she wanted. It was nearly half an hour before she reached into her bag and turned the butt plug back on to summon Neil into the store. He arrived at the counter just as she started to queue, so she handed him her purchases and left him to take care of it all. As he was waiting his cock was getting hard again, and she was astounded how he didn't look in any way embarrased by this, even though she knew he found this very embarrasing. He was trying very hard to be what she wanted, and it struck her that he really learning to be a better slave. Maybe next time she called him, it would be for some real action and to work on increasing his pain threshold. As they were leaving the bookstore Mistress Jenny turned to Neil. "Just one more stop, and this time I will want you to come in with me to carry things I want to buy. The person who runs this store knows me, so you will respect her and her store. Understand?" "I understand Mistress Jenny." She lead him off in the direction of Kim's Kandles, her favourite candle shop. * Kim's Kandles supplied all of Mistress Jenny's candles, and she went through an awful lot of them. Kim herself was a friendly open woman who tried to be friendly to everyone. She had been invited to a few of Mistress Jenny's parties, and she said she had a lot of fun at them, but she really didn't get involved, even when asked to. She really didn't have what it took to be a Mistress, and she definately was not submissive. Still, she was a great person to have a chat with, and she liked hearing stories about everything Mistress Jenny did to her slaves. Kim's Kandles was always kept illuminated as if my candle light, and it took Mistress Jenny's eyes a few seconds to adjust to the lower light conditions. Kim used electric candles to keep her store illuminated, as it was not practical to light her whole store constantly by candles, but she kept a couple of candles lit on the counter, and the clever lighting and the flickering from those gave the illusion that the whole store was illuminated only by candles. This atmosphere was what made Kim's Kandles one of Mistress Jenny's favourite stores. Neil walked in behind her and because his eyes had not adjusted to the light he didn't realize that Mistress Jenny had stopped and he walked into her, or to be more accurate his errection gave her a firm nudge. Mistress Jenny turned and was about to slap his cock when she realized that as friendly as Kim was, her patrons might not appreciate this sort of action, so she just said quietly "Bad boy." Neil backed away so as not to continue poking her with his cock and waiter for her to move further into the store, giving him room to follow. She turned and walked directly to the counter to greet Kim. "Hello Kim." Mistress Jenny tried to let other people control any banter. "Hi Jenny." Kim paused and looked around the store to ensure it was empty of other patrons. Seeing that it was she grinned and added "I mean Mistress Jenny of course." Kim really didn't understand everything that the title represented, but she was trying to be friendly and respectful, so Mistress Jenny appreciated it. "Seeing as we are currently alone..." Mistress Jenny turned to Neil and slapped his cock through his tracksuit pants as hard as she could, "Don't walk into me with your dirty cock, be more careful next time." Neil hung his head and didn't respond, not sure exactly how he should act in a public place even if it did belong to a friend of his Mistress. "Ouch." The comment came from Kim, not Neil. "It is surprising how often people bump into each other coming in here, and he really does have a bit of a head start in the distance department doesn't he?" Mistress Jenny turned and grinned at Kim, but didn't feel any need to add anything. "So Jenny, what can I help you with today?" It took a minute for Jenny to realize that another customer had entered the store, and that was why Kim had altered her form of address. She hoped that Neil noticed as well, though if he kept quiet he would be fine. "I used up a lot of candles at my party last night Kim, and I need some replacements." Kim giggled, "Well I hope it was fun. What do you need?" Jenny started to ask for the candles she wanted, but Kim quickly interrupted her. "I expect this will be a big order, so to speed things up I think someone should carry them for us don't you think?" Kim reached under the counter and pulled out a large basket which she handed directly to Neil, causing Mistress Jenny to give her a smile. "OK, where were we?" Kim stepped out from behind the counter so that she could load up the basket herself. Jenny then led Kim and Neil through the store selecting candles and announcing quantities, which Kim then collected and loaded into the basket that Neil was carrying. Firstly she knew she had to restock the candles she used for wax play. There were four different candles she liked to use, each with wax that melted at a different temperature. The darker the candle, the hotter the wax would be, so the yellow candles were only warm, then the red were hotter, the green hotter again, and the black candles the hottest of all. She only used the black candles on slaves with a high pain threshold, or that had been sufficiently prepared to deal with the heat, as they could easily scald the skin almost to the point of scarring. Jenny asked for a dozen of the yellow candles, a dozen of the green, two dozen of the red and half a dozen of the black. Kim looked at her knowing what Mistress Jenny used these particular candles for. "Six black candles? Someone must have had a rough night last night." Jenny confirmed her suspicions. After the wax play candles Mistress Jenny then led them around the store, choosing candles for both illumination and perfume. She was looking at a new decorative candle with a mint perfume when she heard a shocked exclamation from nearby. "Oh my god. Is that real?" Mistress Jenny turned to the speaker and saw it was a young woman who was staring wide eyed at the bulge in Neil's pants. She was in her early twenties and dressed in bright coloured clothing that actually suited her quite well. She was wearing makeup, but only to highlight her features, and her straight dark hair was cut into a bob. Mistress Jenny looked around the store to confirm there were no other customers before answering. Mistress Jenny's Day Pt. 03 Upon entering the house Mistress Jenny saw Simon using a moist towelette to clean the butt plug as he headed towards the parlor, she assumed to put it away in its proper place. She followed him into the parlor and handed him the remote control and she watched as he put her toys away. "Simon, watching you clean that butt plug has made me realize that you haven't had a good session of ass training for a while. I think we should do something about that right now." Simon was obviously not expecting this, and his eyes looked around the room while he was looking for something to say that might get him out of what was coming. He knew that it was hopeless however, and he took a deep breath before answering. "Yes Mistress Jenny." "I will want you to be clean inside, I don't want you stinking up on me while I am helping you practice your exercises. Go clean yourself well, outside and in, and then wait for me in at the Exam Table." Mistress Jenny's house had many rooms, and almost all of them had equipment for various purposes. One of the dungeons held medical equipment, one piece of which was a gynecological examination chair, but build with solid restraints, and various additions that make it a perfect place to torment a slave for hours on end. Today she just wanted Simon to feel his ass being seriously stretched, and to punish him severely when he failed the final test. She would make sure he failed, even if she had to cheat, which of course wasn't cheating if she did it. Sometimes always being right was fun. Mistress Jenny didn't want to wear her street clothes for this, so she went into her dressing room to change. After dropping her current clothes into the laundry hamper, she walked over to where her leather outfits were kept. She felt like keeping it simple, so she donned a basic black leather bra, and a very short pair of leather shorts. She knew this simple outfit was the one that caused the most response from her slaves, they all liked how it covered her, but showed enough that they could think about being rewarded by her revealing even more. She thought about shoes, and decided that as this was only a training exercise it wouldn't matter if she went barefoot, which she wanted to do after being on her feet for nearly an hour during the shopping trip. She had only been a couple of minutes, and she knew that Simon would need a lot more time than that to clean himself properly. Additionally she wanted to have him wait for her. A slaves apprehension grew the longer he was forced to wait for her attention, and when he knew what was coming he would be thinking about the suffering that was to come, and if that was maintained for long enough, it would increase the sensation when he finally felt it. It was amazing how often doing nothing was exactly the right thing to do. So she had some time to kill. Heading back into the parlor Mistress Jenny went to the intercom. "Patrick, collect my shopping and bring it into the parlor please." Mistress Jenny had seen a new intercom system that gave all her slaves earpieces they could wear when they were on call, so she could say their name and call them directly. Maybe that was a present one of her slaves could get her, after all, it would help them serve her better and they all wanted that. She was still thinking of this when Patrick entered the room with her packages. "Put the books on my side table, and then put all the candles away." "Of course Mistress Jenny." She sat down as Patrick brought the books to her and then went back to open the box of candles. When he got to the black candles she had bought to replace the ones of wax play, he sneaked a look at her, as he was one of the people who suffered their use the night before. He was obviously reminded of this as he put the candles that belonged in here away. Then he collected the rest of them back in the box and left the room to put them away properly. Mistress Jenny told herself that she would just read one chapter before going and starting Simon's training, but she liked the book and she had read three before she felt she had to put it down and go and deal with him. He would be nervous that he she had forgotten him, which sometimes she did on purpose. She decided to sneak up to the room and open the door suddenly, just to see if he was waiting for her properly. An evil glint came into her eye as she slowly crept barefoot through the house. * Mistress Jenny opened the door in one swift movement, and saw Simon kneeling in the correct position. His hands were on his knees, and his bottom was held just a few inches above his heels, his back was straight and his head held upright. There had been no indication of movement when the door opened, and she was pleased that he had maintained this position even though he had no idea how long she was going to be. He smiled at her as he saw her approval. "Ready for your training session?" "Of course Mistress Jenny." There was no sound of apprehension in his voice, so either we was expecting to be able to please her, or he was really in the mood to suffer, either way it meant fun for the woman in charge. "Then get into the chair." Mistress Jenny turned away from him grabbed the medical trolley that was kept in this room. As Simon climbed up into the chair she went to one of the cabinets in the room and took out a large pump pack of lubricant and put it in the holder on the side of the trolley which was specifically designed to hold it. Mistress Jenny often played these games. Then she grabbed a towel and placed it on top of the trolley to hold all the toys she was planning to use, but first she had to make sure Simon was securely in place. Turning back to Simon he was just settling into position, which involved him climbing up onto the chair, and then reclining back in it. Then he had to lift his legs high to place them in the stirrups which would hold his legs up and out, giving her complete access to his ass and holding it at the perfect angle for her to put whatever she wanted in it. She approached the chair and started to fasten the leather restraints around his ankles. The chair was designed to ensure that even a strong slave couldn't move the stirrups when they were secured in place, and they both knew that with his ankles secured nothing he could do could prevent her doing whatever Mistress Jenny wanted to his ass, cock or balls. There was nothing he could do to cover or protect them at all. Then she went around the back of the chair and secured his hands out to the sides on either side of his head. This would give him the least possible leverage to move around in the chair. "For this exam Simon, you will need to correctly identify size, texture and shape of items that I insert into you. So you will need to pay attention and wont be able to think about something else while I am raping your ass. Wont that be fun?" Mistress Jenny added a giggle to the question, to let Simon know that she was going to be especially brutal to him. "That does sound like fun Mistress Jenny. Thank you." His words said yes, but his voice didn't sound so certain. Mistress Jenny then retrieved a black leather blindfold that was padded with sheepskin. She didn't want any part of him to be drawing his attention away from what she was doing to his ass. He lifted his head when she approached with it to aid her in placing it over his eyes so he couldn't see. Mistress Jenny knew that he was doing everything he could to support her with whatever she wanted to do to him, and knew that Simon was a slave she was going to be very proud of for a long time, though she had no plans to be proud of him by the end of todays lesson. Once the blindfold was in place Mistress Jenny went back and collected the trolley and wheeled it over to the beautiful wooden cupboard that she had made to hold her large selection of anal toys. Mistress Jenny loved abusing a slaves ass, and all of her slaves knew to expect special attention in that area. Many of them had given her toys for her to use on them, and she kept many of them here. At least once a week Mistress Jenny would send a slave in here to clean them all, often as a prelude to her using many of them on him, which was probably why Simon was so surprised at the sudden announcement of todays training. Inside the cupboard was a large number of shelves, each covered in a dark purple felt. These shelves were on draw mechanisms that allowed her to extend the shelf so better see the toys that were resting on it, each in their proper place. There were at least a hundred different anal toys on these shelves, varying from small finger sized ones all the way up to ones that only the most dedicated of anal slaves could take without damage, one of these was nearly a foot in diameter. Mistress Jenny spent several minutes choosing the items she planned to rape Simon's ass with. She had told him he she was expecting him to be able to identify each one only by the feel of it inside him, and she wondered how well he remembered them all. She was going to find out, and this was going to be fun. She finally settled on 6 items for him to identify, and then the one for the final test. She placed all of these in order on the trolley, and then closed the cupboard. She then wheeled the trolley into a position where she would be able to reach it, and then placed a stool in front of the chair between Simon's feet for her to sit on. "As I expect you to identify each item I wont be using a lot of lube, otherwise you wouldn't feel anything and that wouldn't be fair would it?" She asked the question knowing that there wasn't an answer that would not condemn him. Either he could agree and know that this ass raping was going to hurt more than normal, or try to convince her otherwise knowing that if he did so, then he was sure to fail this test. "Thank you for being so fair to me Mistress Jenny." He decided that pain was better than failure. She smiled though he couldn't see it. "Ready?" "I am ready Mistress Jenny." She reached over to the trolley and picked up the item she had selected to start this 'test'. * Mistress Jenny had decided to start with a firm vibrator that was sheathed in a jelly like rubber fully molded like a cock and really no larger than Simon's own. She was not planning on making it vibrate at all, it was just one she found that was a good size. Starting a slave off with a cock shape always proved that at any point they would be ready for an ass fucking from one of the other slaves if she so ordered. She knew this would be no real surprise to Simon, and he would be able to guess very easily, but she didn't want him to fail right away. Using the pump pack of lubricant, she put a little bit on the tip of the vibrator, and then starting rubbing it against Simon's anus, to spread the lube around a bit, not pushing it in at all yet. "Mistress Jenny," the way Simon said this made her know he had a question. "Would you like me to describe what I am feeling and what I am thinking? This would mean I am wrong with a lot of what I say, and I hope that you will not judge me on that as it would probably cause me to be more careful in what I am saying, but I thought it might please you to hear what I am thinking before I declare my answer to you." "That would be good Simon, I would enjoy hearing what you are thinking and feeling." Mistress Jenny was genuinely pleased with this idea. She rotated the head of the vibrator on the surface on Simon's anus a couple of times, then applied pressure and pushed it so that about 2 inches passed into his ass. Simon sniffed, a closed mouth gasp, the started to speak. "OK. That feels a little bit squishy, but seems to have no flexibility at all. It is shaped like a cock, and only about the thickness of one, probably about 3 cm." Mistress Jenny applied more pressure, pushing it deeper into Simon's ass, but after the initial insertion it did not seem to be causing him any discomfort. "It doesn't seem to be getting any thicker, and it is definately not bending at all." Simon then raised his voice level a little, making it clear that he was announcing his opinion. "Mistress Jenny, that is a vibrator covered by a cock shaped rubber cover and is about 3cm in diameter." "Very good Simon, but that was an easy one." Mistress Jenny pushed the vibrator in a little further, then started to twist it. "How deep inside you do you think it is?" "I would say about 5 inches Mistess Jenny, and you are twisting it, which I can feel at the entrance, and a little bit further in. The lack of lubrication makes it a lot easier to feel, but it is not stretching me so it is not uncomfortable. It feels really good actually." It has always seemed odd to her that when talking about the width of a dildo the slaves always used centimeters as the measure, but when they talked about length the used inches. She was not sure why this was, but she did it herself. Mistress Jenny smiled, knowing that this was only the warm up. Slowly she pulled the vibrator out of him a few inches and was happy to see that there was no trace of any of his filth on it. She then pushed it back in, and while twisting it she started to fuck his ass with it. Simon started to breathe deeply as the pleasure from this started to get him excited, and his cock, which was already firm started to stretch even more. For about a minute Mistress Jenny continued to pump his ass with the vibrator and as he relaxed she could feel the pressure from him was lessening. He had relaxed into this and his anus was not clenching at all, the passage of the shaft was smooth. "Now it is time for you to start your exercises Simon. I am going to push this into you almost to it's base, then I am going to let go and you are to hold it inside you while you slowly count to ten. Then I want you to slowly push it out of you, not too fast, until it is almost all the way out, then you are to hold it there until I push it back in and you will repeat the exercise. I want to make sure you have control over the tightness of your ass, and that you can grip anything I put in there and control the speed with which you expel it. Do you understand?" This was not a hard exercise with a toy of this style, but with more flexible toys, or larger toys, it got significantly harder to accomplish. "I understand Mistress Jenny." Mistress Jenny pushed on the base of the vibrator until almost all of the rubber cover was hidden inside him. Then she told him to start the exercise and let go. Slowly Simon counted to ten, during this time the vibrator moved only slightly out, as he tried to overcome his bodies natural reflex to push the obstruction out of him. Upon completion of the count the vibrator started to move, slowly at first, the faster, then slower again. In only a few seconds he had pushed the vibrator most of the way out of him, and then he paused and tried to hold it in place. It started to slide out from it's own weight and Mistress Jenny quickly put her hand to the end of it to halt it's further progress. "You pushed it out too fast. Try again." Mistress Jenny pushed the vibrator in deeply again, and the exercise repeated. Simon did better the second time, and continued to improve for the 20 repetitions that Mistress Jenny had planned for him to repeat this. Only three times did the vibrator fall out of him, and each time she scolded him and told him, pushed the vibrator in hard and told him to improve "or else". Simon's last attempt proved that practice was helping him. For the count of 10 the vibrator didn't move at all, and his expulsion was slow and steady. Just before the head of the vibrator became visible he tightened his anus and held the vibrator in place, and Mistress Jenny saw his grip on it was firm. "You have done very well Simon, but this was really too easy for you. Lets move onto something a little more challenging." Mistress Jenny returned the vibrator to the trolley, and picked up the next object. * The next item that Mistress Jenny had chosen to abuse Simon's ass with was a dildo. It was longer than the vibrator she had used, and a lot more flexible as there was no solid core to it. There was no molding on it's surface and it was completely smooth. There was a knob on the end of this dildo, maybe 4 cm in diameter, when then went down to a 2cm wide shaft, which over it's 10 inch length slowly expanded back out to 4cm. The challenge for Simon with this dildo was not going to be holding it in at the end, but in controlling the speed with which he expelled it. Mistress Jenny applied only a small amount of lubricant to the head of the dildo before raising it to Simon's waiting asshole. Like last time Mistress Jenny spent a few seconds moving the dildo around Simon's anus before applying any real pressure, as soon as he felt the initial contact he started to speak. "This one feels round, like a ball, it also seems to be very smooth and quite firm." This was kind of true, while the dildo itself was very flexible and could bend a lot, the ball on the head was a lot denser and would not feel so bendy. Mistress Jenny applied more pressure, feeling the head of the dildo meeting resistance until it finally popped in quickly. Due to how flexible the dildo itself was, she had had to hold the dildo very close to the head to apply the pressure without it just sliding away from his ass. As it popped inside him Simon breathed in sharply, "Ahh, the head on this is quite firm, but very smooth and after the head it seems to fall back to a much smaller diameter, definitely narrower than the first one used. It is still very smooth and I seem to be able to compress it." Mistress Jenny could see Simon clenching and unclenching his anus, trying to get as much information about the object inside him as possible. Now that the head of the dildo was inside him it didn't take as much work to apply the pressure to move it in further, because it really had no where else to go. It did bend before moving in, but Mistress Jenny was able to control it. "It is getting wider as you push it in deeper, and it doesn't seem to be getting any firmer as it does so." Simon seemed to make a decision. "Mistress Jenny, is this the long purple bendy one with the round knob on the end?" Damn, he knew her collection too well, but still, he had identified the object correctly. The goal of this was not to try to make him guess wrong, but to get him to pay attention to what was going on inside his ass, so if he was able to identify so quickly, then he was definately paying attention. "Correct, you are a dedicated little ass slave aren't you?" Mistress Jenny saw his cock twitch as he told her that he really wanted to be as good an ass slave as he could. He was enjoying this, and so was she. Mistress Jenny started to pump Simon's ass with the dildo, again causing it to start to relax into the extra width as she pushed it in deeper. This dildo was so smooth that twisting it would almost certainly have no effect, something that was confirmed for her when she did twist it around once and Simon remained silent, apparently unaware she had done it. The only real purpose a dildo like this had was to brutally fuck a slave with it, because it was so soft there was no way that she should do anything that would damage him. Mistress Jenny started quickly thrusting the dildo deep into Simon's ass and pulling it out to the head again, increasing speed as she got a better grip and improved her positioning for this. In less than a minute Simon was groaning with pleasure at the sensation. "It really looks like you are enjoying this one too much, well lets see how you go with your lessons. Same rules as last time." Mistress Jenny pushed the dildo into Simon's ass about 8 inches, and let go. It was instantly apparent that Simon was going to have problems holding this dildo in place for the slow count to 10, already it was starting to slide out of him. Mistress Jessie, Slave Advocate AUTHOR'S NOTE: This untold story (which stands alone) happens between parts one and two of the Mistress Kathy Trilogy. * For those who are interested in such things, there is a place where fantasies of bondage and domination can be made into reality. The place is hard to find. There is an exhaustive screening process for those who want to visit. Those who have successfully made the journey don't talk about it—especially those who wish to return. It is costly to get there, and—for some—even more costly to leave. If you are such a person, and if you are thinking of visiting such a place for some good kinky fun, you should remember three things. First, go with someone you trust. The place is full of hidden danger, and when it presents itself, you will be glad to have a friend. Second, read the fine print before you sign a contract. Or insist that someone you trust read it to you. The third is the most important advice you will ever read. It may save you from a life of infinite regret. Don't go. Forget that you ever heard about Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission. In fact, you should stop reading this and turn your attention to something more wholesome. At once. For some reason, you are still reading, so let us assume that you are such a person, and that there is no reasoning with you. This will interest you. Jonah walked carefully down the hall. He didn't know where he was going, but the leash that pulled him ensured that he could not dawdle. He had to proceed carefully because the armbinder that held his arms robbed him of his balance, and the strap that held his knees together prevented him from stepping with any confidence. The biggest reason for the caution he felt, however, was his awareness that his member bobbed uncontrollably with each step. His garment did nothing to prevent it. Imagine a square piece of silk cut from corner to corner making two right triangles. Position a triangle strategically over the front, and the other over the back, tying the outermost corners of each together at the hips. Jonah had asked to be allowed to secure the bottom corners together between his legs, but this request had been denied by his mistress. So he walked with caution. His real fear was that his concentration would break—that a moment of accidental eye contact with a passerby or a twinge of self-consciousness might excite him for a moment. If it did, his member would stop bobbing and shamelessly lift his little triangle of modesty, provoking further punishment from his keeper for being indecent in a common area. He noticed a sign on the wall declaring the Academy's most publicly touted rule: ALL SLAVES MUST BE APPROPRIATELY RESTRAINED WHILE IN THE COMMON AREAS. He was led through a large office area decorated with red shag carpet. The room was occupied by an assortment of desks, copy machines, and beautiful but official-looking women who stopped what they were doing to stare at him hungrily. Sitting at a desk on the far side of the room, an arousing young woman in a pretty pink top and a short black skirt told them that they'd been expected. She smiled at him, peering over her businesslike glasses before turning her gaze expectantly downward. Without shame, she slouched back in her chair until her head was level with his modesty triangle and tried to glimpse what was underneath it as he was led abruptly away. As Jonah was ushered into the inner office, he saw a sign on the door that seemed an impossible contradiction. It said: MISTRESS JESSIE, SLAVE ADVOCATE. Mistress Jessie had beautifully long brown hair with just the right amount of curl and large green eyes that projected sympathy. Her reaction at the sight of Jonah would have been appropriate for a newborn puppy. "Aaaawwwwwww, he's so cute!" she squealed, rising from her desk. "But he looks so sad!" Jonah said nothing. He knew that to speak out of turn would be to invite a ball gag from his keeper—something he had learned he should avoid at almost any cost. Mistress Jessie wore a black blazer buttoned over a tight-fitting neon-pink top whose neckline revealed just a hint of a white lace bra. A tight miniskirt (the same color as her bra) clung to her curves, and pink stockings (matching her top) covered her legs. Her outfit was all business, yet distinctly feminine. The outfit matched her office. Everything in the room and the adjoining offices (including the staff that worked within) were color-coordinated in shades of pink and black. Even the red shag carpet between his toes could be regarded as a darker shade of pink, he realized. The environment projected an intimidating mix of authority and estrogen. His keeper undid the straps on his armbinder as Mistress Jessie circled her desk to greet him. "You look like you need a hug!" she said, gleefully throwing her arms around him before his hands could be free of the leather restraining device. She ran her hands down his back and gave his ass cheeks a welcoming squeeze. "And you're so firm! They've kept you in shape down at the Citadel." "Yes, mistress," Jonah obediently replied. She let him go so his keeper could finish removing his restraints. "You're name is Jonah, isn't it?" she asked. "I'm tempted to call you Woody." He tugged down on his triangle and didn't dare let go. "I apologize, Mistress." "It's a natural reaction," said Jessie. "Perverts can't help being perverted." "But—" said Jonah, and stopped. It was a test. He dared not protest. "No, mistress," he replied. Jessie returned to her desk. "I assume you know why you're here." Was this also part of the test? It didn't matter. He only had one answer. "No, mistress. I don't know why I'm here." "Really?" She turned toward his keeper. "Did you tell him nothing when you seized him?" The dominatrix holding the leash seemed irritated. "What am I, a messenger? I just deliver." It is worth noting that the dominatrix who delivered him was not his mistress. His latest mistress had seemed annoyed when the courier had arrived at their quarters brandishing legal papers on pink stationary. There had been a brief argument which he hadn't understood. Mistress Kathy's name was mentioned in a threatening way, the argument ended, and his mistress was forced to surrender him to the strange woman. He felt like a car that had been repossessed. "Very well," said Mistress Jessie. "That will be all, Heddie." Heddie left without another word. Jonah wondered if he would be allowed to sit down. He saw an elaborate metal chair with more hinges and gears than a normal chair should have. It also had manacles welded to the frame in a variety of positions. After seeing it, he didn't mind standing. By contrast, Mistress Jessie had a much more comfortable chair—armless, with a narrow back upholstered in black crushed vinyl. It was an unusual design that suggested exotic taste. She removed her black coat and threw it over the back of her chair. Her figure-hugging pink top was revealed in its neon glory. "Jonah," said Mistress Jessie. "You're here because you were heard complaining—" "I'm very sorry, mistress." It had become a reflex for him to apologize immediately for any perceived slight even if he didn't know what he had done. "You mustn't interrupt me." Jessie's smile dropped for an uncomfortable moment during which her serious eyes studied him. "I was just saying that you were heard complaining that you didn't belong here. That you aren't supposed to be a slave. In fact, you were saying that you should be allowed to go home as a free man." Her smile returned as if it had never left. "I just filed an injunction to investigate the legality of your claim." "What?" asked Jonah. He was sure he had misunderstood. "Are you saying you're actually going to help me?" "Let's not jump to conclusions. I didn't say help, although you may find my services helpful. I'm a lawyer, so you should assume that my words are carefully chosen and that they don't mean more than they say." "I'm listening, mistress." "As you may have guessed, Academy Island has more than its share of lawyers." She grinned as she tugged one of her long auburn curls. "Horny, demanding lawyers. The girls who you just saw lusting after you on your way in are only a few of them. "Most of them spend their time writing slave contracts for our guests with ingeniously creative loopholes that allow for endless modification at the time of our choosing. That's how we're able to keep enough slaves on our staff to keep up with our guests' demands. "Obviously, not all of our slaves are volunteers. Few people would willingly submit to the kind of abuses we tolerate. We call it 'recruitment,' but let's be honest. What our lawyers really practice is ensnarement. "It's perfectly legal, of course. Our island's constitution allows people to give up all their freedoms, which is fortunate, since our local economy depends on it." She sat down and opened a manila folder with his name on it. "My legal specialty, however, is unique on the island. I'm the Slave Advocate." An advocate for slavery? he wondered. That's redundant here. A slave who is an advocate? Obviously not. An advocate who represents slaves? Is it possible? "I know what you're thinking. How can slaves have an advocate here—in a place like this? I admit, my duties are mostly ceremonial. My position was created just to put potential customers at ease. "Prospective clients who have second thoughts (as nearly all of them do before they come) are reassured that slaves have an advocate watching over the operation to make sure that their rights are always protected." She looked up from the papers in his file. "Of course, slaves have no rights here, which makes my job super easy. In essence, my position exists to keep a meaningless promise made to customers in a promotional footnote." To Jonah, this clarified nothing. "So are you going to help me or not?" "There's that word again. I never promised help. I can, however, explore the legality of the slave contract you signed, and if your current service falls outside of its terms, my job would demand that I correct it. Would you like to discuss your case?" "Oh god, yes!" said Jonah, almost hysterical with relief. At last, after spending weeks in this horrible place, someone with authority was willing to listen to him. "I'm really not supposed to be here. I only came for a visit. I was supposed to leave with my girlfriend last month!" "Then you will have a strong case," said Mistress Jessie approvingly. "Put your garment on my desk and we'll begin." "What?" asked Jonah. "I said," she reiterated, no longer smiling but pronouncing her words with great care, "take off your garment and put it on my desk." "Do I have to?" He immediately regretted the question. She looked at him, her expression very stern, appraising the slave who questioned her. Then she giggled as if he had said something funny. "No," she said at last. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. I just thought you'd want to." She turned to the papers in his file. "Now before we begin, I must caution you that my services won't guarantee the resolution that you're seeking. The legal process may seem unusual and may take a long time, and my services are not cheap. How exactly will you be paying?" "Paying?" He almost reached for a back pocket he knew he didn't have. "Doesn't the Academy pay you?" She grimaced as though she were dealing with a dull child. "The Academy pays me to pose for brochures and shake hands with tourists. As I said, my position is ceremonial. Representing you is outside of my normal duties." She thumped a fingernail irritably on her desktop. "And it costs extra." "I have money," he said at last. "You have ATMs?" "Yes," said Mistress Jessie. "And you have your ATM card?" "Well, no. They took it with the rest of my stuff when I first came here. My girlfriend—the one I came to the island with—should still have it. Where is she?" "We'll get to that. You say you have money, but no way to access it. That's going to be a problem." "I have credit," he reasoned. "I have an account with Mastercard." "We accept that." She picked up a pen to write his information down. "What's the number on your card?" "I don't know. You should have it on file. We paid for this trip on credit." "Yes, with her credit. She's not here, is she?" "Well, I don't have my card. Just look at me." She had been. "Oh dear, that doesn't help you at all." She put her pen down and folded her hands in a businesslike way. "So what you're saying is that you want my legal services, and you have no way to pay." Jonah didn't know what to say. "Are there no other payment options?" he finally asked. "For you, yes. Remove your garment and put it on my desk." She smiled again as she added, "If you want to." He did exactly as she asked. He covered his front with his hands. His garment looked small and lonely sitting on the top of her large desk. She picked the garment up with the tip of her pen and considered its worth. "It's not much, is it? Hardly a garment at all. Frankly, I won't have any use for it." She opened a drawer in her desk and dropped the garment inside. "But it will do for a down payment. Now turn around." "What?' "Part of the payment, sweetie. I haven't seen your bum yet. Turn around. Slowly." He turned awkwardly around. "Very nice," she complimented. "I've seen better, but you're certainly worth my time. Now have a seat." She pointed to the chair of many hinges and turned her attention again to the papers in his file. Her nonverbal signals had shifted abruptly from predatory desire to clinical disinterest. Jonah felt he was missing the point of something. Jonah sat in the elaborate metal chair. As he settled into its vinyl cushion, the chair's back reclined slightly and a leg rest unexpectedly lifted his feet upward. The open manacles alongside his ankles and wrists demanded attention. "Should I be putting my hands in these?" She did not look up. "If you want." He did not, so he crossed his ankles awkwardly and placed his hands over his privates. Mistress Jessie made herself comfortable. She removed her stylish black pumps, setting them aside on the small black file cabinet behind her desk. "Becca, hold my calls, please," she said, turning her attention back to Jonah. "Mmph," replied someone. Jonah looked around the room for the source of the sound, but saw no one. A flat screen was running on her desk, and Jonah surmised that she must be teleconferencing with someone in the other room. "Let's begin. You, Jonah, are in a situation that's very unusual, and let's be honest, very—" She clasped her hands together with businesslike satisfaction. "—vulnerable. Why don't you tell me how you came to be here?" He hardly knew where to begin, but Jessie's unblinking stare demanded an answer. "Well, I came here with my girlfriend—" "Your mistress," she corrected. "Yes, my mistress. Sandra. We came here for the two-week training course in B&D. We were separated. Sandra went to the Domination School and I went to the Slave School." "For slave training." "Yes. But after the first week, we were supposed to start training together, right? Isn't that how it works?" Jessie ignored the question. "Go on." "With no warning, my trainer and her friends attacked me. It wasn't part of the training. They just ganged up on me and put me into a tight-fitting leather bag with only my head sticking out—like I was some kind of mummy. And she put a ball gag in my mouth so I couldn't talk." Jessie nodded. "The 'Bag and Gag.' Go on." "I was strapped to the top of a car like luggage and driven to a big castle." "The Citadel." "Yeah. I was delivered to a new mistress. I kept telling everyone that it was a mistake. I signed up for a two-week course. I was supposed to leave a month ago with my gir—my mistress, but no one would listen to me." Jessie listened sympathetically, but continued to stare. "Is that all?" she asked. "Well, that's the gist of it. Sandra and I missed our flight. Where is she anyway?" "I see." Jessie turned toward her screen before leaning back in her exotic chair. Then she reached down (behind her desk where he couldn't quite see what she was doing) and started rocking back and forth in her chair as if wiggling out of a tight-fitting stocking. "Becca, call up a copy of Mistress Sandra's itinerary and put it on my screen. That should tell us what we did with her." "Mmmph," said someone. The sound was surprisingly clear—as if it were uttered within the room. Jonah looked around, but saw no place where a third person could be. Mistress Jessie tapped some buttons on her keyboard with one hand while her other hand continued to work unseen behind the desk. His suspicion about what she had been doing was confirmed when the unseen hand suddenly reappeared and plopped her discarded pink pantyhose on the desktop. Along with her silk panties—also pink. She moved her panties and her discarded hosiery onto the small black file cabinet next to her stylish pumps. "Oh," she said after looking at her screen. "That's interesting. Jonah, was it your mistress's idea to come to the Academy, or yours?" "Um, believe it or not, it was my idea." "When you first suggested it, how did she react?" "Does it matter?" he asked, knowing this was none of her business. Mistress Jessie's cold stare showed her disappointment. "Umm," Jonah backpedaled. "At first, she didn't want to come here." "Why not?" "I don't know. I think it just sounded too . . . extreme. She's kind of shy." Mistress Jessie made a pouty face. "I think you'll want to reconsider those manacles." "What?" "My consultation fee is going up." "But—" "My fee goes up every time my client lies to me, which you have just done. You know that Mistress Sandra is not shy, and that wasn't the reason for her hesitation. Now put your hands and feet in the manacles." Jessie rose from her chair. Although her panties and hose were sitting on the file cabinet, her short white skirt still hugged her seductive hips and provided a degree of professional modesty. She circled the desk to face him with a smile of unexpected malice. "Or if you like, you may go back to the Citadel. I'm sure your new mistress wouldn't mind seeing you returned permanently to her custody." Jonah could not go back to the Citadel. Not now. "Your feet first, if you don't mind," said Jessie. "If you start with your hands, you won't be able to secure your feet properly." Jonah did as he was told. The manacles had latches which locked automatically once they were closed. Jessie helped him by closing the last manacle around his remaining free wrist. "Isn't that better?" Jessie leaned over him now. Her beautiful auburn curls dangled across his bare chest. "Now let's try this again. Why did Sandra tell you she didn't want to come to the Academy?" "I think she wanted to come," said Jonah after some hesitation, "but she didn't want me to know that she wanted to. She was embarrassed." "Remember I'm your advocate, Jonah. It's NOT in your interest to hold anything back from me." Jessie never broke eye contact, even as her fingers unexpectedly pinched the loose skin under his scrotum, causing his entire body to clench. Her frown filled his field of vision. "I thought you were supposed protect me from abuse!" he gasped. Her calm demeanor was replaced by a fit of anger. "Abuse isn't my concern! Pay attention! My job is to make sure that your treatment is within the terms of your contract, nothing more! If your contract is satisfied, then so am I. Now tell the truth. Why did Sandra not want to come to the Academy?" Mistress Jessie, Slave Advocate "Because . . ." gasped Jonah, trying to avoid the answer. "I'm listening." Her fingernails increased their pressure. "Because . . ." His body tried to squirm out of her grasp, but she would not allow it. His legs began to tremble. ". . . BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T WANT TO BE A SLAVE!" he blurted. Her thumb and forefinger relaxed. "See? Isn't that easier than lying?" Her fingertips gently massaged the sensitive loose skin where she had pinched it. "You wanted to be her master, but she wasn't ready for that. And you wouldn't let the subject go, would you? You thought you could talk her into it, but she didn't trust you. And the only way she would consent to come here is if she were the mistress. Isn't that right?" "I thought that I could show her it wasn't a big deal," he admitted. "I thought I could show her how to do it." "You hoped it would be easy for her to do something against her nature, but now I think you understand that's a little more difficult than you imagined." She walked back around her desk and sat in her expensive chair. She opened a drawer and pulled out a clear acrylic dildo. "Do you know why we have such an exhaustive screening process for prospective students?" she asked (although she looked only at the dildo). "It's to avoid the kind of scenario that you're in now. All the questionnaires are designed to determine what's in your nature. Specifically, whether your nature makes you better suited to be a master or a slave." She pointed the dildo at him accusingly. "I mean, it would be pretty much impossible for a dominant fella like yourself to get into the position you're in now—unless he were deliberately trying to mislead us. Wouldn't you agree?" She put the dildo in her mouth and pursed it with pouty lips. Jonah was going to protest. Then he was going to confess. Then he remembered he was talking to a lawyer, so he said nothing. Jessie pointed the dildo between her legs, and the hand that held it disappeared behind the desk. Jonah raised his head for a better view, but the chair that held him wouldn't allow him to see. However, the persistent movement of her arm left little doubt what it did. She was distracted for almost a minute before she spoke again. "Is this your first visit to our island?" she asked as an afterthought. She did not stop what she was doing. He remained silent for as long as he could. "I'm afraid I must insist on answer," she said, never looking up. "The next time I get out of my chair, it'll be to hurt you again." After an uncomfortable silence, he finally said, "No, this is my second visit." "Was your first visit more to your liking?" "Yes, mistress. Very much so." "It must have been—for you to have been so eager to return. Was your first visit with Mistress Sandra?" There seemed little point in denying it now. "No," he admitted. She looked up at the screen on her desk, but continued her rhythmic activity. "Your first visit was with a girl named Isobel, wasn't it? Slave Isobel?" "Yes, mistress." She looked back toward her lap. "Well, then, why on earth didn't you bring Isobel with you this time?" "We broke up." "You left her?" "No, mistress." "She left you." "Yes." "Why?" "Because . . ." He knew couldn't avoid answering. He had to say something. "I don't know. We grew apart, I guess." Mistress Jessie looked him in the eyes. She sighed heavily. She put both hands flat on the desk (forgetting her dildo) and rose from her chair. Her skirt had slid more than a little up her thigh, but she managed to tug it to a more businesslike position before she circled her desk again. She knelt down on the plush carpet next to his chair. "Let's try that again," she said testily, his dick now firmly in her hand. "Why did Isobel leave you?" "I guess she wasn't interested in B&D anymore." She tightened her grip and poked an angry fingernail between his balls like a dagger. It wasn't pain he felt, but a clear promise of pain. "You're almost at the truth, Jonah. Just let it out. Why did Isobel leave you?" It was difficult to admit, not just to her, but to himself. "She didn't want to be my sub anymore." "Because?" "Because . . ." He didn't want to answer. He was terrified of how she would react. "Look, it was all supposed to be in good fun, but she said . . ." "Yes? What did she say?" "She said that . . . ," and he swallowed hard, ". . . that I hurt her." "Did you?" "Maybe I got carried away." "If I don't get a definitive answer from you, my response will leave a permanent mark. I won't like doing it, as it may decrease your value, but you keep avoiding the question, and I can't have that. Did you hurt her or not?" "Yes," he gasped, hardly believing that he was saying it out loud. "I didn't think that I did, but she said that I did, so I suppose I must have." Her grip relaxed into a far more soothing touch. With her other hand, she lightly tickled his chest and stomach as a reward. "Very good," she complimented with a sigh. "You told the truth. I know how difficult that is for a liar." Ignoring his eyes, she talked directly to his hardened shaft—still cradled in her hands. In her high-pitched puppy-talking voice, she squealed, "You were a bad master!" As she squeaked, she bounced his shaft back and forth—as if his member were a plush toy for her to play with. "Oh, yes, you were! You tied her up too long, didn't you! Didn't you! You weren't attentive to her needs like a good master should! That's why she left you! Oh, yes, she did!" She patted his member on its top, kissed it, and released it. She sat casually on the front of her desk and placed her bare feet in his lap. Her casual pose revealed a shaven pussy. She massaged his member with her toes, and it throbbed with unabashed gratitude. "How well do Sandra and Isobel get along?" she asked, now staring only at what her toes were doing. Jonah was lost in her touch, but tried to sound coherent when he answered. "With me?" he asked. "No, with each other." "You don't understand. Isobel and Sandra don't know each other. Isobel left me before I met Sandra." Jessie's toes stopped their massage, to his disappointment. Mistress Jessie leaned forward and smiled—not in a good way. Nothing good could come from such a sweet smile. "Are you sure?" she asked. Jonah's mind went blank. "Remember, we live in an age of social media. There's tons of information on the internet about people like us. Well, like you, anyway. Most people have no idea how much information can be found out about themselves. You say Sandra didn't trust you enough to submit to you. Would she try to look into your past, try to find a character reference?" Jonah waited a long time before answering. "No," said Jonah. "She wouldn't." His answer sounded unconvincing even to himself. "Who made the travel arrangements? For your second trip?" "I wanted to, but Sandra said she would do it. I couldn't really argue. She said it was her prerogative as my mistress." "And so it is." She looked at the screen on her desk. "I see on her itinerary that she bought two plane tickets." She turned the screen so he could see it. "Yet only one of those tickets was for a round trip. Isn't that weird?" She looked at him with an expression that mimicked surprise. "That's so weird!" He stared at the screen. "No, that's some kind of mistake." Again, his reply was hollow. "It has to be." "It hardly looks like a mistake! Becca, does it look like a mistake?" "Nmph-nm," said someone. Jonah's mind raced with terrible thoughts of poor choices and shattered trust. And where the hell was Becca? He was sure the question was important, although he wasn't sure why. Was she watching on some hidden camera somewhere? "Some of our domination students really are shy, you know. They come to our island full of potential, but when they first arrive, fresh off the boat, they're reluctant to dominate a staff slave who's a complete stranger to them. They hesitate. They're afraid of hurting the poor innocent thing. "For such students, we have to start their training with a special kind of slave—someone who we can say with confidence isn't innocent at all. Someone who we know actually deserves it." As her toes massaged his shaft, she slid one hand inside her own skirt. He didn't have to wonder what it was doing. He could see it with his own eyes. "Lots of subs claim to be bad," she teased. "You really are!" She suddenly brought her knees together and glared reproachfully—as though he had just peeped at her in the shower. "So let's summarize your case," she said at last, reaching to pick up his file from her desk. "You're not supposed to be here. You're not really a slave, and you have to go home. You've visited the Academy twice. Once as a master with your slave Isobel, and then as a slave with your mistress Sandra—neither of whom trust you, or really even like you. Is that about right, spanky?" There was nothing he could say that wouldn't make his situation worse. It was better to say nothing. But Jessie insisted. "If you're not going to say anything, I might as well apply the gag." "Yes," said Jonah at last. "Yes, mistress, that's right." "And there's your loophole, my lovely little perv," said Jessie with satisfaction. By now, Jonah was accustomed to not understanding the pattern of her thoughts. He prepared for the possibility of either pain or pleasure. Jessie slid off the desk and turned a lever on his chair that made him completely horizontal. The locked manacles did not allow him to resist. She sat on his knees and straddled them. She shook her head wildly, whipping her long hair once around, and then started to massage her own stomach, lifting her neon pink top as though the room were suddenly too hot. Off it came. Her top landed on her chair where her coat still hung. She leaned forward, sliding her hand down his ribs and pelvis. "Technically, you are both a master and a slave now," she said, "but our law only permits you to be one or the other." She lifted her short skirt a little more as she slid her weight up his thigh. She closed her eyes and whispered, to him, "Your first contract was never properly dissolved—so the slave contract you signed on your second visit was never legal. That's why you're in my office now. That's the sweet little loophole that brought you to me." She rested her hands on his cock and scrotum and skillfully massaged him to full arousal. "That's right. I can send you home on an itty bitty technicality." She reached a hand behind her back to unhook her bra. Within a moment, it was on the floor. She rose once more, her legs straddling his cock. It stood to attention beneath her skirt. He waited impatiently for her to descend upon him, to surround him. He longed to be enclosed by her. Instead, she leaned forward again, allowing her hair to brush up against his face. She positioned a knee on each side of his pelvis and straddled him on all fours. All he could see was her. "Our legal department hates loopholes. It'll create quite a stir if I decide to tell them about it." He started to reply, but she shushed him. "No talking. It's my talking time now. You see, the nice girls in legal are very thorough, but this time they missed something. They neglected to put a severance clause in your slave contract—which would have ended your obligation as a master. I caught the omission, of course, but I haven't told the legal department. So it's kind of a secret. "You could tell someone, of course. But you're just a slave, so who gives a shit what you say? They'll only listen to me. "I could act on this immediately, I know. But my fees are so high! And you have no money, so I have no real reason to pursue the matter." She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. "Unless I accept your services as payment." She arched her back. Her nipples tickled his ribs. "Many, many services. In my bedroom, mostly. For as long as the proceedings last. And I can make them last a long, long time." His shaft continued to stand erect, pointing to where it wanted to go, hidden by her little white skirt. She made him wait. "At the end, you'll get a hearing before a judge, and she'll make a ruling on whether your nature is to be a master or a slave. "The court already knows that you're a liar. The judge's task will be to determine: Were you lying then? Or are you lying now? "It will be crucial that when you appear before the judge, that you not try to deceive her. Lying to any mistress on the island can have severe consequences for a slave, but lying to a judge is much more severe." "How so?" asked Jonah, forgetting himself for the moment. "You could get the Chair." "EXECUTED?" gasped Jonah in horror. "What?" asked Jessie, lifting herself for a moment so she could stare at him. "No, of course not! We don't do that here. That's barbaric! The Chair isn't an execution. It's a stress position." A devilish look crossed Jessie's face. She looked back toward her desk—behind which her coat was still hanging. "You got the Chair," she said. "Didn't you, Becca?" "Mmm-hm," said someone. Jessie's tits swayed in a distracting way as she picked herself up from Jonah to saunter back to her desk. She brushed aside the neon pink top which she had left on her exotic narrow-backed chair. She picked up the coat that hung from its back and put it on over her miniskirt. The look was not quite professional (her skirt had now worked its way up to her waist) but it had definite overall appeal. Yet Jonah was now more interested in the unusual design of Jessie's chair. With Jessie's coat no longer hanging from it, the back of the chair now looked too narrow to have been designed strictly for comfort. And it seemed to be struggling. "Would you like to see the Chair more closely?" Jonah started to panic. His hurried thoughts could form no words—except one. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Jonah kept this to himself as Jessie pulled her Chair out from behind the desk. Its base was on casters which allowed it to roll easily, even across red shag carpet. In profile, the back of the Chair took on a different appearance. What he had assumed to be a head rest was too low to support a head, and resembled the shape of upturned bound feet with toes pointed at the ceiling. "I won't go into Becca's offenses," said Jessie as she pulled the Chair around her desk. "Frankly, I don't remember now what they were, but the judge found her excuses severely wanting." The Chair's crushed leather upholstery was actually a cunningly designed bondage bag on a low rolling base. He could not see any flesh (at first) but he could tell from the bag's shape that its occupant was on her back with her knees pressed against her chest. Her feet were pointed up, and her ass had formed the seat upon which Jessie had been sitting so comfortably. The victim's arms were not visible, but must have been restrained under her back and concealed inside the base in a way that allowed no movement at all. Her head was entirely covered (except for her face) by the same crushed leather upholstery. Her head stuck out behind the Chair, and a ball gag filled her mouth, preventing any coherent speech. Her flustered expression gazed upward to a flat device that had been attached to the Chair's back a few inches above her face. It was an iPad. She was able her to manipulate the screen with a stylus embedded in her gag. It was the only movement her restraints allowed. Becca the Chair glanced nervously at Jonah from her disadvantaged position, then returned immediately to her task, which was to maintain her mistress's schedule and other clerical affairs—including opening whatever file her mistress desired to have displayed on the flat screen on her desk. Jessie rolled the Chair next to Jonah. From that position, Becca's face was too low for him to see, but now he had a better view of the Chair's front. A single zipper could be seen running from the back of Becca's upturned ankles, down the back of her legs, down to the ass which functioned as Jessie's seat cushion. On the edge of the Chair's seat, the zipper was slightly open. Jessie's dildo was sticking out of it. "Did you think I was using the toy on myself?" scolded Mistress Jessie. "While discussing your case with you? That's disgusting! Shame on you for thinking that!" She put her hand around the dildo and gently probed Becca's moistened interior. "Becca doesn't get many perks in her job, but if I don't pleasure her once in a while, she loses interest." Jessie looked from one slave to the other and relished both their reactions. Still working the dildo with her left hand, she reached toward Jonah with her right, wrapping it around his impatient member so she could pleasure both her slaves at once. "Now where was I?" she asked, stroking them both. "Oh, yes, your court appearance. You will go before a judge. You will be carried in, since you will be too tightly bound to move without our help. And you will be naked. Trying to deceive the judge in this situation would be a very bad idea. "That might not be an issue, however, since the court already knows you're a liar, and it is likely the judge will order you gagged for the entire proceeding. If that happens, I will have to deliver your testimony on your behalf. I promise you I'll be as persuasive as I can." Jonah could hear Becca softly moaning in reaction to Jessie's actions. He also heard crushed leather flexing with increased vigor from the struggling of its occupant. Suddenly a lyrical chime came from the iPad. "I have mail!" said Jessie with some surprise. "Put it on the screen, Becca. I didn't say you could stop working." Becca's affirmative moan trembled as she struggled to access an email program. Her cocooned feet kicked and squirmed uselessly. She would need time to open the message, since her control of the stylus had become erratic as her excitement rose. Jessie smiled at her Chair and turned toward Jonah. "As I said, I may be called upon to testify for you, but that doesn't mean you're just a spectator. As I make your case to the judge, she will be evaluating you, determining whether your reactions are those of a master—or those of a slave. If you show any kind of positive reaction while in such a bound state—if it appears for a moment that you're actually enjoying your captivity—it will weaken your claim that you're meant to be a master." There was a knock on the door. Without asking who it was, Mistress Jessie invited the newcomer to enter. A breathtakingly beautiful woman stepped into the room in stilettos—the first woman he'd seen in this office who wasn't wearing some shade of pink. Her slutty black dress was incredibly short, and its neckline went straight down to her navel. Her long blond hair had been combed asymmetrically over her right shoulder where it curled over her as if trying to cup her breast. "Here's the docket for you," said the blonde, thrusting a manila folder in Jessie's direction. "Oh," she added only a moment later. "Your hands are full." The blonde newcomer smiled at Jonah and ran a hand through his hair as if she owned him. "May I help?" she asked Jessie. "May it please the court!" The "court" straddled Jonah's head. He didn't expect to see underwear—and didn't. Mistress Jessie released Jonah's excited member so she could accept the court docket from the blonde. Without hesitation, the newcomer leaned toward Jonah's shaft and wrapped her mouth around it, squeezing every part of it with an eager slurp. He cried out in unexpected pleasure. Mistress Jessie, Slave Advocate A part of him wondered when he had given up his free will to these women—as it seemed he had clearly done. He could not stop himself from reacting to the blonde's attention. Jessie's left hand continued to probe Becca's moist interior with rhythmic precision, and with seemingly inhuman detachment to what her left hand was doing, Jessie read the document in her right hand. "Hmmmm. Six weeks until I can get a hearing then?" asked Jessie. "Mm-hmm," said the blonde girl. She would have elaborated, but her mouth was full. "A busy court," concluded Jessie. "That means Jonah will be in my care that much longer. Isn't that exciting, Jonah?" Jonah moaned in assent, but he no longer remembered what they were talking about. Jessie observed that Becca had made no progress at all toward opening the email, so she withdrew the dildo to convey her disappointment. Becca refocused on her clerical task, hoping for the probe's quick return. Ignoring Becca for the moment, Jessie placed the docket on her desk. "Thanks, Ellie," she said, lifting the blonde's hair from Jonah's pelvis. "That's more than enough." Not enough, thought Jonah with profound disappointment. Almost—almost—but not enough. Ellie released Jonah only reluctantly. "So I'll put Jonah on the court schedule, then?" she asked, wiping her mouth. "Yes, we'll take it. Thank you for your time." Ellie smiled at him. "I'll see you in court, Jonah." She left with a wink. Becca the Chair moaned to bring her mistress's attention to the newly opened email, but Jessie was no longer interested. The Chair sighed heavily in disappointment but started composing her mistress's reply. She knew how long it would take to type even a short message using only her mouth. Jessie placed a hand around Jonah's shaft, still wet with Ellie's saliva. "She made quite an impression on you, didn't she?" "She's very young for a judge," breathed Jonah. "Judge?" asked Jessie. "Judges don't deliver dockets! Ellie serves the court a different way." The advocate now gripped him in both hands, stroking methodically. The session was nearly over, she had the information she wanted, and Jonah deserved a reward, but she had just one more thing to explain. "Ellie's the court fluffer. When you go before the judge, she'll be sucking your dick." The email (not that you wondered) was from Mistress Kathy: Obviously Slave Jonah can never be sent home. He's seen too much. But the Academy doesn't breach its own contracts. This must be resolved WITHIN our legal system. Can you handle it? As Jonah received his reward, Becca the Chair prepared a short reply that would meet with Jessie's approval: Slave Jonah is being handled. Mistress Josephine's Contest Mistress J had three slaves in her power on this particular evening. She was seated on her throne, dressed in flowing satin robes, alluringly parted at thigh-level to reveal elaborate lacy stocking-tops. The three slaves knelt naked before her. She picked up a clip-board from the coffee table beside her and smiled. She was in a wicked mood. The smile was caused by the thought of what she was going to make her three adoring males do. "Now, my slaves, this evening I have devised a little competition for you three. The winner will get a reward, the two losers will be punished." she cast her hypnotic eyes over the document and read out its contents. "You will be given points out of ten in the following categories: • Wine appreciation. • Massage. • Cunnilingus. • Cock-sucking. • Ability to remain silent, while receiving punishment." "So, my devoted slaves," announced Mistress Josephine from her throne, "before we start the competition, which will be thirsty work for you lot, I shall allow you to drink a toast to your Mistress. In order that you may do that, I have a task for each of you. Slave One, collect that tray from the table," Slave One went immediately to collect the salver, on which were an empty jug and three champagne goblets. Slave One stood, reverentially holding the tray and awaiting further instructions. "Slave Two, remove my panties!" Slave Two eagerly crawled forwards and performed the privileged task he had been allotted. Mistress Josephine rose from her throne and stood before her cowering slaves. "Slave Three, get hold of the skirts of my robes and hold them up, clear of my legs." Slave Three, who was her permanent slave, knew what would be happening next and carefully gathered the beautiful satin material , holding it up behind the superbly-curved buttocks of his adored Mistress. "Slave Two, take the jug from the tray , kneel before me and hold the it between my thighs." Slave Two immediately proffered the crystal jug in the way he had been instructed. Her golden nectar started to tinkle into the jug. Her personal slave wondered if it would be flavoured with the champagne she had recently drunk, as had once been his experience with his owner. When the flow of her sacred nectar ceased, Mistress Josephine spoke again to her adoring underlings: "Slave Three, release my robes, collect the jug from Slave Two and fill the three goblets." Her personal slave carefully poured the golden liquid into the goblets he had so carefully polished earlier. "And now, slaves, a very privileged treat for you. Take a goblet each and toast your serene Mistress!" Slaves One and Three instantly obeyed her instruction. Slave Two hesitated. "Take your drink, Slave Two!" ordered Mistress Josephine, frowning. "I can't do it, Mistress!" "Can't do it? what do you mean?!" "It's physically impossible, for me, Mistress!" Josephine thought for a moment, then spoke angrily. "You have three choices, slave: you will drink the toast to your Mistress at once, you will have twenty strokes of my favourite cane, or you will leave here forever and never be my slave again." Trembling, Slave Two replied, "I will accept the cane, Mistress." Mistress Josephine strode to the table, where her toys had been laid out. She selected a cane. It was a very whippy one with a rubber grip. "Slave Two, bend over the couch. Slaves One and Three, hold him down firmly. I do not want him to be able to move an inch." The slaves obeyed, forcing their colleague into a helpless position across the sofa. "You are going to regret this," snarled Mistress Josephine, rolling up her satin sleeves... Slave Two thought he knew about corporal punishment. He had visited pro dommes in the past. They had flicked inexpertly at his buttocks with toy whips from a sex shop. He had no idea what the real thing was like. The first lash of the cane struck terror into him, but his cry of pain was muffled by the cushion, in which his face was buried. Slave Two could not countenance the thought of nineteen more strokes like that and decided to get up and take the third option Mistress Josephine's had offered him: he would leave. But it was too late for that. The other two slaves held him down firmly, knowing that - if they let him struggle free - they might be in for the same treatment. "Ooh, a lovely red stripes straight away!" said Josephine with glee, "I must see if I can spread them evenly over that nice pink botty!" She laid on with increased enjoyment, varying the pause between strokes, so that poor Slave Two did not know when the next blow would fall. Mistress Josephine was revelling in the sense of power this caning was giving her. Slaves One and Three were feeling apprehensive, knowing that they would be unlikely to escape punishment from this wonderful woman, who had them under her spell. "This is such fun!" she laughed, "Where have I got up to?" she asked the two other slaves "Twelve strokes, Mistress," they chorused, as they continued to pin down her victim. The strokes had started to land on existing stripes on Slave Two's buttocks and the intensity of the pain got even worse, but somehow he seemed more able to take it. Slaves One and Three felt his body go limp, as he ceased to struggle. Mistress Josephine had broken him. He was hers to do with, as she wished. He wanted only to serve her as his Goddess. Even as the pain seared through him, he knew only that he loved and revered his tormentor. "Release him!" commanded a panting Mistress Josephine, as - after the twentieth stroke - she threw her cane to the floor. The two slaves relaxed their grip on the prisoner, who rose unsteadily, tears running down his cheeks. She gazed hypnotically into his eyes. "Are you truly my slave now?" she asked him There was a tremor in his hoarsely-whispered reply: "Yes, Mistress," She decided to put his loyalty to the test. He had just received twenty stinging strokes for refusing to swallow her nectar, but she wanted it both ways. Mistress Josephine needed to know if she had broken Slave Two's spirit. "You say you are mine. Now prove it! Drink the toast to your Mistress!" she commanded in a steely tone. Slave Three put the goblet of her sacred wine into Slave Two's shaking hand. Slave Two looked into the eyes of his Mistress and swallowed the golden liquid. "Good slave," purred Josephine, "You are learning. Well done." She had conquered him. He was hers to play with or toss away, as the mood might take her. Her exertions had aroused her sexually. She sat down on her throne and parted her voluptuous thighs. "Slave Three, fetch my clipboard. I am now going to give each of you marks out of ten for your worshipping skills. We'll start with my newly-broken slave. Slave Number Two, kneel and worship!" Slave Two knelt willingly to perform his allotted task. "Slaves One and Three! Stand behind me and gently massage my breasts while Number Two worships me with his tongue." [TO BE CONTINUED] Mistress J's Stepmother! (I met Judi when she was twenty five years old and I was twenty. Judi of at the time was a hot 5ft. 4in. tall blue eyed curvaceous blonde with 36C breasts with suckable nipples. Getting her sex education traveling back and forth to New York City on weekends I knew there was a lot that she could teach me sexually and also there were things she really didn't wish to talk about. I don't give my name but I'm the author of this story and hope you enjoy it. I was a typical horny twenty year old looking for some fun. I was a 6ft. tall 180lbs. longhaired ponytailed brown haired brown eyed stud with a permanently hard 7in. cock and a set of balls that never seemed to be empty. Knowing she had something to play with Judi was easily able to seduce me into her different but exciting lifestyle.) When Judi and I started dating she insisted I meet her stepmother. Having only been to bed with Judi a few times I thought it was rather premature but after her constant insistence I decide it may not be a bad idea to please Judi and get some points in. I thought maybe Judi was actually serious about having a relationship with me. Being five years older than me I was sure she was looking for some kind of lasting relationship. Neither of us were virgins but I could tell by the way Judi acted in bed she was a lot more experienced than I especially with her insistence with me to please her orally whenever we made love. I was quite inexperienced at cunnlinigus having licked pussy only to seduce my girlfriend into sucking my cock but I never really give her an orgasm with my mouth rather I insisted on using my cock instead. With Judi things were different; her pussy was closed for business until I learned how to make love to her with my tongue insisting on having an oral orgasm first before intercourse. I spent hours under the sheet servicing her pussy with my tongue lying on my belly rubbing my erection uselessly between the sheet and my own belly trying desperately for some kind of relief. When she finally allowed me to screw her pussy Judi made the point that if I didn't make her orgasm with my cock she insisted on me going down on her licking up the mess and giving her an oral orgasm. I learn right away who was in charge and that my own pleasures were second to Judi's. Judi's stepmother lived by herself in very exclusive 5 bedroom 5 bath home with a backyard private Roman bath in a tropical setting. We drove up to the house in my red VW and I was almost embarrassed when I saw that she had a new Mercedes parked outside in the driveway. Judi told me not to worry grabbing my hand walking me up to the door. Judi promised that her stepmother wouldn't bite yet guaranteeing that if she liked me I would get more than I ever imagined. She had already warned me that the pool area was for nude swimming only and that since today was scorching we would probably be invited for a swim. The door opened up and to my surprise a rather large 5ft. 9in. tall buxom short haired brunette butch looking woman wearing only a black diaphanous robe and heels wearing a big smile on her face welcomed us to come in. I couldn't take my eyes off her large breasts because her nipples were pierced with sparkling gold rings. Judi introduced her stepmother as Jackie and then introduced me. To my surprise Jackie pulled my face into her large bosom giving me a warm hug thanking me for enjoying her pierced nipples. Grabbing me by my ponytail pulling my mouth to hers she gave me an open mouth kiss for a full minute licking my lips as she kissed. I actually enjoyed getting kissed by her and sensing this she slammed the front door shut with her foot grabbed the back of my head pulling my mouth back into hers forcefully kissing me thrusting her tongue into my mouth tickling my palate with the very tip of her talented tongue. Finally breaking the kiss leaving me quite sexually shaken Jackie complemented Judi on finding a guy with such supple kissable lips. I was out of breath and red face embarrassed but I had nothing to say being so shaken other than I was very pleased to meet Jackie as both women started giggling. Jackie looking me in the eyes telling me I wouldn't be a problem getting along in this family by the way I allowed her to kiss me like that making me blush again. I gave J a look of disbelief but she just winked at me and told me to zip it. Jackie put her arm around me saying that she was going to be able to teach me allot about getting along with women. Giving me a swift swat on the ass Jackie complemented me on my spankable cheeks promisingly she was going to test me out later. I gave Judi another look and she was just giving me a nasty smile. Judi already warned me that her stepmother was a strict dominant type believing in physical punishment and goddess worship. Judi told me that even though she is 25 years of age her stepmother still disciplines her whenever needed. Judi also warned me not to be surprised if she pulls me over her lap for a spanking. After that hard swat on the ass I knew that sometime tonight I was going to get a spanking from Jackie and it actually sounded exciting. Jackie asked me if I liked soaking in a Jacuzzi. Before I could answer she just took both of us by the hand leading us outdoors to the beautiful Roman bath. There was an outdoor Jacuzzi, showers, and a large pool with a diving board surrounded by beautiful tropical flowers. Slipping off her see through robe Jackie stripped naked before us. The first thing I noticed was that her nipples were pierced with glistening gold rings with diamonds hanging from each one. I couldn't help looking down noticing Jackie's shaved pussy seeing a sparkle where her clitoral hood was pierced with a matching ring and diamond just like her nipples. Even though Jackie was slightly overweight she had the looks of a 40 year old goddess with a body that was getting me rock hard. This was a first for me having never met a girlfriend's mother who stripped completely naked minutes after we kissed. Judi started stripping and Jackie grabbed my belt and started to unfasten it as soon as it was loose she unzipped my pants pushing my pants and shorts to my knees. Before I knew it Jackie had me completely naked and was busy fondling my genitals complementing me on my size. Although she mentioned I needed some pubic hair trimming with a few good squeezes she stroked me completely hard. Looking at Jackie's crotch I saw that her labia lips were quite enlarged just like her daughter Judi which Judi explained to me this was from a process of stretching during oral sex. I'm learning how to do this to Judi as well. Seriously looking into Judi's eyes still squeezing my erection Jackie told Judi that there's no way she's going to pass up sitting on my cock telling Judi she's just going to have to share tonight. Giving me a wink Judi told Jackie she could have all the cock she wanted and fucking me wouldn't bother her in the least. I could see Jackie's labia lips were stretched bigger than Judi's who actually confessed to me that both their enlarged labia's were from their obsession with oral sex. Judi actually sat on my face and gave me instructions on how to pull her labia lips with my mouth helping them to stretch even farther every time we have oral sex. Judi wanted to get her labia pierced with golden rings enabling her to lace them together with a beautiful gold chain. Sticking her thumbnail into my cockhead until I cried out in pain causing me to lose my erection Jackie told me there will be plenty of time quite soon to stay hard for her. Pushing her pinky fingernail into my pee hole Jackie told Judi it would be nice to get my cock pierced telling her it would look so good with a nice big gold rink in my pee hole to lead me around with. My face turned red with embarrassment from the thought of a needle pushing into my most delicate flesh. Noticing I was getting a little squeamish Jackie let go of my cock changing the subject. Grabbing me by my cock and grabbing Judi by worming Jackie's middle finger into Judi's ass Jackie led us to the large outdoor shower which automatically turned on as soon as we stopped under the showerhead. Both women started soaping me up using their breasts to wash my chest and back and their fingers to massage my cock and balls taking turns goosing my asshole. I notice both Judi and Jackie used their left hand for the asshole and the right hand to wash each other's pussies as well as my cock and balls. With Jackie masturbating my cock with her soapy hand I was rock hard once again. With two fingers fucking my butthole she rhythmically massaged my cock. I could barely stand up from all the pleasure Jackie was giving me. When I looked down Judi was doing the very same thing to Jackie fingering her butthole and pussy at the same time. With all this nastiness going on I knew I wasn't going to get out of here without getting spanked and fucked by Jackie. The girls finally stopped all the finger fucking, washed their hands off, and started kissing each other. This was more than just a mother daughter kiss on the cheek it was a full girl on girl tongue exchange that lasted for several minutes. I've never seen two women kiss before let alone a mother/daughter team. By the way they were kissing it seemed like they have been doing this for a long time because looked so natural as they enjoyed exploring each other's mouths. I found out later Jackie was fishing for the taste of my come in Judi's mouth to see if she had sucked me off. Instead of feeding my ego allowing me to continue being a voyeur Jackie forced me to my knees opened her legs grabbed my ponytail pushing my head into her crotch ordering me to start licking. Both Judi and Jackie started kissing passionately as I pushed my tongue into Jackie's pussy. I could tell Jackie liked her pussy eaten similarly to Judi because when I started tongue fucking her Jackie pushed even harder around the back of my head telling me to thrust deeper with my tongue. Judi kneeling next to me tapped me on the shoulder wanting her turn. I couldn't believe it I was watching my girlfriend eating her stepmother's pussy with a passion. I actually got on the ground and was able to push my tongue into Judi's pussy. We stayed in this position for several minutes as the warm water continued spraying our bodies. My own cock was rock hard just from eating pussy. I think the taste of pussy juices for me is a perfect aphrodisiac keeping me hard as long as I'm licking. I could hear Jackie ordering Judi to start licking her clit. I found out later on that just by flicking her clit ring this stimulated her orgasm just like it was ringing a bell. When Jackie started to come I was sucking on Judi's swollen clitoris at the same time and she started coming as well squirting juices into my mouth. I could see Jackie coming from above splashing Judi's face with juices and to my surprise she also started pissing giving both of us a golden shower in the shower. The warm water mixed with a spray of Jackie's golden fluids triggered Judi and to my surprise she began to pissing directly into my mouth forcing me to swallow most of it to keep from drowning. These nasty girls were willing to introduce me to every kinky fantasy I ever had. I always dreamed of drinking golden champagne and now I was swallowing Judi's stream just to keep from choking. Judi was actually able to shut off the stream allowing me to swallow each mouthful until she started pissing down my throat once again. Jackie was doing the same thing to Judi who was swallowing just as fast trying to keep up with the flow. When the girls finally stopped no one said anything as Judi's and my belly frothed with foaming expelled urine. Jackie gave her daughter an open kiss on the mouth thanking her for the orgasm. I was still eating Judi's pussy licking up the rest of her urine as Jackie looked down complementing me that her daughter has trained me well. Ordering me to lie on my back I stopped licking Judi and rolled over being obediently docile after my drink. Jackie straddled my waist grabbed my cock pointing it directly at her pussy telling me to start pissing. When I let go the stream was so intense it triggered another orgasm. Judi was so horny she sat back of my face facing Jackie placing her asshole right over my mouth to lick. She squealed as I pushed my tongue all the way up her anus. When I finished pissing Jackie used the head of my cock to stimulator her clitoris as she continued coming in the throes of multiple orgasms started by her daughter's mouth. Judi was cursing calling me all kinds of nasty names as I cleaned her asshole like a bottle brush with my tongue. I was fortunate that her mother had finger fucked Judi quite deeply and it was only tasting a little soapy. Finally realizing that Judi was having me service her asshole with my tongue Jackie slapped her right across the face because now my mouth was going to have to be washed thoroughly with soap if they were going to have me eating pussy tonight. Pulling Judi off my mouth she took the pump soap from the shower ordering me to open my mouth and started squirting my tongue with disinfecting soap. Forcing me to gargle then spit it out she handed me a bottle of mouthwash making sure I gargled once again. Grabbing me by the balls squeezing as hard as she could making me cry out she told me I was getting a little prematurely familiar with her daughter and eating her ass was a little too advanced for my lovemaking so maybe she was going to have to teach me a lesson as soon as we get out of the shower. Jackie turned the water off from the shower telling both Judi and I things were getting quite nasty and had to stop. It was time for her to show her authority and establish some boundaries in this new relationship. Jackie asked Judi permission to give me a whipping. When Judi told her that would not be a problem Jackie said then I'm going to start with you first so that he will see what kind of a whipping I give. I think it would be appropriate out here in the garden to give you a nice intense caning. Right next to the shower was a flower pot with several inconspicuous canes sticking out of the dirt. Jackie reached for the thinnest one grabbing Judi leading her over to a marble bench adorned with four naked women holding it up as the feet. Jacky cursed pushing Judi over it butt up warning her to stay down and not move. Jackie also warned me not to touch my cock as she gave her daughter a caning. Judi had a beautiful round ass that was as white as snow. As soon as Jackie started whipping her with lightning bolt strikes streaking her bare cheeks with full lines of welts from the top of her cheeks all the way down to her knees, by the time she finished her white ass was now crimson red with tiny welts. Judi could hardly hold still during whipping which only took a minute leaving her quite shaken and in tears. Shaking the cane in my face seeing the scared look on my face Jackie promised she would get to me later giving Judi a hard swat on the butt telling her to get up or she would continue. Jackie suggested we all get into the Jacuzzi. Kissing each other on the mouth giving the girls a slippery taste of their pussy juices Jackie gave me another swat on the ass promising me she was going to give me a real sensual spanking as soon as she sampled my cock. Leading me by my stiff cock to the Jacuzzi Jackie had me step in and sit down and to my surprise she sat down facing me swallowing my cock with her pussy. Judi sat down next to us and started sensuously kissing me as Jackie started rising and falling on my cock pushing her large breasts into my chest.. I couldn't believe that I was being ravished by my girlfriend and her stepmother in such a beautiful place. Fucking me ever so slowly to keep me from coming Jackie pulled free so that Judi could have a turn. Judi sat down keeping my cock buried in her pussy and just rotated her hips slowly to keep me hard kissing her mother at the same time. Every two minutes the girls traded places giving me a break in between squeezing my balls pulling them away from my body to keep me from prematurely shooting off. After about fifteen minutes of fucking like this Jackie made me get out of the Jacuzzi and laying me on the cement on my back ready for more fucking. Jackie straddled my hips lowering herself back on my cock Judi facing her stepmother lowered herself on my mouth so that I could eat pussy and get fucked at the same time. Soon the women were French kissing enjoying using my body at the same time. Judi was wet and dilated accepting my tongue full depth in her vagina. Judi was busy fingering her clit as she rode my mouth. I could feel Jackie squeezing me with her talented vaginal muscles which were so much like a mouth she took me over the top causing me to begin to squirt deep inside of her pussy. I could hear Jackie telling Judi that I was coming telling her to get off my face and get her mouth down to her crotch. It was something to watch when Jackie pulled my cock out of her pussy. Judi skillfully caught all of my sticky fluids on her tongue swallowing every last drop. Sucking on Jackie's clitoris it didn't take long and Jackie was squirting her own fluids into Judi's mouth and all over her face. As soon as Jackie finished coming she started kissing and licking Judi sharing the fluids. Looking at me with her "evil eye" Jackie grabbed me by the balls pulling me over her lap right there next to the Jacuzzi where the three of us just made love. Jackie told me she has a rule that any boy who violates her pussy must be punished. Since this was only my first time she was only going to give me a bare bottom bare handed spanking instead of using a more serious instrument like a strap or cane. Jackie said that she gave Judi a reprieve on a more severe whipping because of her fantastic mouth on her pussy and how creative an orgasm she gave her. As I lay helplessly over Jackie's lap she began massaging my curvy cheeks complementing me on how spankable they're going to be and how much she is going to enjoy giving me my first spanking. Jackie was surprised how naïve and submissive I was automatically volunteering to get the spanking. Ordering Judi to go to cut her a fresh rattan cane (the last one was bamboo) Jackie still wanted to give a demonstration of her abilities. Keeping me over her lap and massaging my cheeks she began fingering my asshole finding me quite comfortable to get penetrated by her two middle fingers. As Jackie continued fingering my butthole Judi returned with tears in her eyes with a fresh cut rattan cane. Jackie looked up at Judi giggling telling Judi how much her new boyfriend enjoys having his butthole violated so she couldn't wait to take him into the bedroom and give me a real treat. Slipping her fingers out of my asshole Jackie give me a slap across both cheeks ordering me to kneel down and watch my girlfriend get a real whipping. I found out that the first caning that Jackie gave Judi was only a warm-up and that Jackie prefers giving double whippings which are far more effective bringing the fear of the unknown. Kneeling at the end of the chair Jackie ordered Judi to get up on the bench on all fours with her head down and her bare bottom waving in the air for a perfect target. Placing the cane in her right hand Jackie stepped behind and to the left side of Judi swishing the cane through the air making sure she had the right distance. Stepping back a little she then asked Judi to hold still for volleys of three licks promising 39 stripes before she finished. Even though Judi's ass was still red with welts I couldn't believe she was about to get another caning. With a stern look on her face Jackie reminded Judi to hold still during the switching but afterwards she will allow Judi to scream, curse, and wiggle all she wants than she must properly present herself once again for the next set of stripes. Turning around and looking at her stepmother in the eyes Judi weakly shook her head yes telling her mother I love you. Jackie replying in a gruff voice told Judi that she loved her too but unfortunately she was going to have to suffer the stripes. Looking at me Jackie solemnly explained their family values are based on worshiping the goddess, obeying the Ten Commandments, and bowing down to the Mistress of the house who has the final word who administers all punishments. Jackie reminded me that both her daughter and I violated her sacred trust forming a sexual union without her consent. According to the karmic law Judi must pay otherwise she may receive a fate seven times worse. Jackie told me that even though she knows that Judi seduced me I'm guilty just by participating in the act. For me I will suffer punishment in the privacy of her own bedroom under proper instructions and guidance from her. Mistress J's Stepmother! Grabbing Judi by the hair and raising her head off the cushion so that she could look her directly in her eyes Jackie asked her if she understood the reason why she was going to receive the more severe caning. I could already here Judi weeping as she told her mom she was guilty and voluntarily agreed to be caned. Jackie bent over giving her daughter a long kiss on the mouth. When she broke the kiss she told Judi that she was sorry but was only carrying out the law of her household as representative of the goddess. Judi nodded saying that she understood telling her mom not to hold back the switch. Jackie told her that's not an option telling her daughter she was deserving of the full brunt of the cane. Jackie raised the cane high in the air allowing it to strike the top of Judi's bare cheeks which looked like it disappeared into Judi's flesh as the cane finally bouncing out leaving a thick red line across both cheeks more pronounced than the first one. Snapping the cane three times in one second leaving three distinct mark's Judi let out a chilling scream louder than when she got the stripes that were already burning on her bare striped ass. Allowing Judi to rest and properly present her ass she wiggled around for fifteen seconds settled down and pushed her ass high in the air for more. Jackie struck again leaving three more stripes below the others. Again Judi let out a howl as more tears streamed down her face. Jackie reminded Judi the reason she was getting a second caning was so Jackie could show off for her new boyfriend and take me to bed afterwards. Judi's cries made my own heart begin to race reminding me that my time to be disciplined was next. This time Jackie caned Judi more slowly taking around ten minutes using the same three lick cadence throughout the whipping leaving her cheeks black and blue and streaked with real deep red welts this time. Admiring her handiwork Jackie began teasing and pinching each welt making Judi jump and wiggle all over being constantly reminded of each and every delivered deserving blow. Pulling Judi to her feet Jackie drew her head into her bosom pushing a nipple into her mouth and stroking Judi's hair. The whipping reduced her daughter into a child again as she slowly suckled on the nipple. Talking softly to Judi Jackie commended her on how well she took the caning and that according to the laws of the goddess her sinful ways are now forgiven. Jackie promised that when she feels better tomorrow the three of us will surely celebrate. Leaving Judi to her tears Jackie pointed the cane directly in my face wishing she had known me for least another month because this was the only time she was going to have mercy on me and not blister my ass with the same cane as well. She called the housemaid on the intercom to come and help Judi to bed. The housemaid was a beautiful Jamaican woman named Myra who quickly walked up to the three of us completely naked. Her beautiful black flesh glistened in the sun and she gave Jackie a rather lustful smile. Jackie introduced Myra to me telling her that I was Judi's new boyfriend but would be spending the night with her in bed. Myra held out her hand and I gently took it kissing her fingers. Jackie told me she was impressed by such an appropriate gesture since Myra is superior to me being a Magical priestess. Jackie told Myra she was to take Judi off to the guest room and attend to her welts giving her the freedom to spend the night with her. Jackie also asked Myra to bring wine and food into her bedroom for us. Myra lead Judi away still sobbing from the painful whipping. I could see Myra snake her middle finger into Judi's butthole fingering it deeply as they walked away. Jackie giggled telling me that Myra was quite skilled with a strapon so Judi was going to get quite a workout in all of her orifices tonight. Leading me away to her Mistress bedroom Jackie nastily pushed her middle finger into my butthole telling me I was going to get the same treatment as Judi. I started to sweat because I had read about strapon sex before and had seen pictures in magazines of women fucking guys but the studs never seemed to be enjoying it. There were also the homophobic feelings being violated like that I have to deal with something that I never really thought about before until now. Jackie told me that she knew by the way my asshole puckered when she mentioned strapon penetration that I had a lot of fear but reassured me that once we entered her boudoir I would come out the next day a completely changed person. Forcing me to my knees making the crawl into the room Jackie grabbed me by my ponytail leading me through the sliding glass door into the Mistress bedroom. I couldn't believe how big of a room it was. The bed of was a round big enough for six people with red diaphanous draperies all the way around closing it in for privacy. The lighting over the bed was filtered red making it quite a sensuous place for lovemaking. I noticed several video cameras over the bed which could easily record everything that went on. Next to the bed was a large vanity with a beautiful mirror so Mistress could sit down and apply her expensive makeup. There was a flat screen TV on the opposite wall that was already showing some very explicit lesbian play. The room was filled with various tables, footstools, and elegant leather lounge chairs perfect for making love in every imaginable position. I could see marble statues around the room of woman performing intimate lesbian lovemaking techniques to each other. My favorite one was of two women in the 69 position that was made into a coffee table by placing a large round plate glass over the top woman. Next to the bed was a large stature of a completely naked goddess Diana with her legs opened wide beckoning someone to enjoy her pussy. The skilled stone mason actually made her pussy so that it was slightly dilated and was open for someone's tongue. There was also a statue of King Neptune holding his pitchfork with a huge 10 in. erection. There was a spray bottle and a box of wipes next the statue so I was sure that Neptune has had plenty of company. Jackie led me over to the statue of Diana forcibly pushing me flat on my belly prostate before her. Reverently she went over to the statue kneeling down and kissing the goddess pussy. Calling me over she urged me to do the same thing. I slowly stuck my tongue into the goddess pussy slightly licking and kissing just like Jackie did. Jackie told me she was sure I pleased the goddess because tonight you're going to serve the goddess in every imaginable way. Grabbing me by the ponytail she led me to the bath which was right behind the bed through a hidden inconspicuous door. The entire bathroom was made of white marble. There was a bidet, a toilet and three marble sinks with gold faucets. Behind the sinks the entire wall was mirrored. In the corner of the room was a large open shower with several shower heads. There was also a sunken bathtub which four to six people could easily get inside. Jackie went to a cupboard finding a handy squeeze bottle straddling my back and facing my bottom she pushed the nozzle of the bottle into my anus an immediate began squeezing the contents emptying the entire bottle into my colon. My insides began to churn as I fought she kept the bottle inside so that I could not expel the fluids prematurely. I had been given enemas before but never way this so unprepared almost as if I was getting raped by the bottle. After watching Judi take such a whipping I knew I could expect just about anything from Jackie. Forcing me to hold the solution for a good five minutes Jackie finally allowed me to sit down the toilet and expel the fluids embarrassingly right in front of her. Grabbing me by the ponytail pushing her pussy into my mouth she started squirting pee into my mouth forcing me to gulp it down. Rubbing my face talking dirty to me she continued feeding me until her bladder was empty forcing me to continue licking and cleaning her precious goddess cup. Slapping me across the face she told me never be embarrassed about anything we do together. Pulling me off the toilet Jackie yanked me into the shower scrubbing my entire body like a German nurse with soap and water. Spending most of her time on my butthole Jackie using her two middle fingers of her right hand to get me to relax began pulling my anus open as a jet of water trailed from her fingers into my hole. Finger fucking me with a mild soap she kept the water moving in and out of my asshole until my colon was squeaky clean. Slapping me several times on the ass cursing that I was all to free by allowing my asshole to be touched in such an intimate way without objection Jackie told me she actually started doubting my virginity. Forcing me to kneel she slapped my face back and forth several times telling me to admit to having anal sex. Looking up into her eyes I honestly told her that the only anal penetration I had during my life was from my own mother giving me an enema denying any other kind of penetration from another woman or a stud. Finally Jackie believe in my honesty she gave me another hard slap across the face telling me before she took my virginity it was time to face the music and suffer the same fate her daughter Judi did. Jackie told me she loves the sound of someone getting spanked in this bathroom so this will be the perfect place to give me my punishment. Taking some cord from the drawer she quickly tied me by the wrists to a towel rack ensuring there would be no escape from her wrath. To my surprise Jackie produced an 18 in long rubber strap that had a wooden handle. Grabbing me by the balls pushing the rubber strap into my face she ordered me to take a good look at it than forcing me to kiss it as an acceptance to her discipline. Telling me I could freely cry out because she was going to show no mercy and no one was going to come to my rescue. Jacking sternly told me that the only thing I can start begging for is forgiveness. Sprinkling water all over my bare ass the whipping began. I couldn't believe how much the strap was stinging my bare cheeks as Jackie stood behind me rapidly smacking me all over. She even whipped my thighs and calves causing me to almost fall over. On about the tenth spank I began crying out and cursing and after the first five minutes I started begging her forgiveness. The rubber strap was light and made a loud noise when it struck my bare flesh but its main value was to produce fear in the spankee. I surly was afraid and shaken from the mild strapping. Stopping momentarily she grabbed my ponytail yanking my head back kissing me fully on the mouth sucking my tongue out and biting the tip until it almost bleed. Spitting into my mouth she thanked me for begging forgiveness because I finally admitted to being guilty. Dropping the rubber strap Jackie reached for a wooden paddle instead which would cause a lot more pain. Jackie promised to beat my sinful nature into submission and resumed the paddling. The oak wood paddle was 4ins. and wide and 18ins. long large enough to cover both of my cheeks at once causing me to cry out after every resounding blow. The sound of the paddle resonated off the floor, walls, and ceilings making it sound ten times louder than it actually was scaring the daylights out of me. It seemed like my bare cheeks were continuously on fire. When I looked around I could see Jackie smacking my ass with both hands on the paddle like a baseball bat with an intense look on her face. I lost count of how many spanks she gave me after 20 but by the time she finished I know it was over 30 painful blows. My cheeks were throbbing and I was in tears sobbing once again begging forgiveness. Jackie grabbed me by the ponytail once again yanking my head back telling me that forgiveness has a price and that I have not paid it yet. This time Jackie produced a short flogging whip with 13 tails of thin spaghetti like rubber that Jackie called a "stinger" and started whipping my back with flicks of her wrist making me jump all over from it sting. I had never been struck by a flogger and it didn't take long for me to respect this whip. Making sure she covered every last square inch my back and shoulders I was beginning to think I would've been better off getting the caning. After a ten minute flogging Jackie was quite bored seeing that I could take the pain. To my surprise she slipped a cane out of the Chinese vase in the bathroom. Complimenting me on how well I took the whipping Jackie decided to give me her trademark crisscrossing caning administering thirteen stripes on my bare ass. Warning me that it will be a lot less painful if I relaxed my cheeks, Jackie promised she will not do the switching with full intensity like she did her daughter. With that reassurance as soon as she saw my muscles relax she began the caning crisscrossing my cheeks with thirteen licks in less than ten seconds. I had never been caned before so even though she promised not to use a full swing the switch still stung and frightened me to tears. I was screaming and crying out still moving around as if I was still getting caned a full minute after she administered the final blow. Dragging me off to bed by my ponytail Jackie told me the only way I was going to finally please the goddess was for her to take my anal cherry. Jackie explained that at twenty years old I was the perfect age ripe for the picking because there will be plenty of women and men who would love a piece of my sexy ass. Pushing me into her huge bed I watched Jackie slowly strapon a black leather studded harness. Showing me several dildos Jackie admitted that after fingering my asshole I'm definitely able to relax enough for something larger than the beginner dildo which is only 6in. long and 1in. diameter. Scaring me with a 10in. long dildo that was 3in. in diameter, Jackie promised me that within a year I will be begging for that one. Picking up a 9in. long dildo that was only 1- 3/4in. in diameter Jackie had a big smile on her face promising me that this one is going to sear in my memory the time she took my virginity with it. Pushing the flesh toned dildo into the ring over her crotch it still looked quite intimidating because it was several inches bigger than mine. Kneeling before me Jackie grabbed my ponytail forcing my head down ordering me to show her how good I can suck cock. When I started sucking the head Jackie pushed the back of my head forcing the dildo down my throat causing me to choke and gag drooling all over the dildo. Giving me a few more deep thrusts she pulled the dildo out of my slobbering mouth finally admitting that I'd definitely had no cock sucking experience. Forcing my head back down she told me to continue sucking the dildo and start contemplating having her cock sliding in and out of my asshole. I could feel her goosing me with lubricant something I saw in a video to get the guy ready for fucking. Pulling the dildo back out of my mouth Jackie wanted me to verbally give her permission to take my cherry. Jackie told me if I said no, I wouldn't be the first young boy she has raped with a strapon but she prefers that that I take it willingly. Telling me to be open and honest with my answer she wanted to hear all of my thoughts. I started stroking Jackie's dildo like it was a real cock telling her first I respected all of her religious beliefs apologizing for having sex with Judi without asking. I told her I definitely understood the reason why I was disciplined and more than deserving of whatever the goddess has declared in order make amends for my wrongdoing. I told Jackie that we've already made love several times and I've tasted her golden champagne I would be totally honored for her to take my anal cherry. I admitted that her daughter Judi was already hinting at screwing me this way already but my first choice to do it would be Goddess Jackie admitting to her I felt she would be more skilled in this art. I told her I have some homophobic fears that once I'm taken I will be thirsting for hard cocks instead of women. After watching several videos and reading about strapon sex in adult magazines I always imagine being taken by an older but sexy dominant woman who was skilled telling Jackie I was definitely attracted to her. Thanking me for the compliment Jackie told me that there was no one who is more skilled than herself to take my cherry. Being a queen goddess she has certain bragging rights telling me she has taken more cherries from the college girls and boys that she can count. Jackie told me that the girls are more squealers than the boys when getting fucked in the ass adding that most the boys actually enjoyed getting fucked after the first five minutes. Jackie told me she has a feeling I'm something special so she is going to take me nice and slow in several different positions and even give me a cock sucking lesson afterwards. Jackie giggled giving me a kiss on the lips telling me she has all day and night long to fuck my tight asshole into submission giving me a pat on the butt adding by the time she is done with me I will be begging for it. Placing a pile of pillows in the center of the bed Jackie gave them a pat inviting me to lie face down. As soon as I was in place Jackie gave me a hard smack on the butt reminding me that all I had to do was hold still, obey every word she tells me, and the next time I get up off of these pillows I will no longer be a virgin. Moving around in front of me Jackie started waving her cock in my face finally rubbing my lips with the large head. Jackie then started giving me a serious talk about the fear of homosexuality. Telling me what she believed that the goddess religion taught her was that pleasure for both men and women sometimes come together. As long as someone is not coerced, forced, or even raped then both men and women can satisfy each other's sexual urges freely. Jackie promised she was going to teach me how to suck cock with the dildo and before I knew it I would be sucking a real one. Once my asshole has been stretched and trained I will have no trouble accommodating any of her male friends. She was even assured me that once I got over the fear I would be fucking men in the ass as well and making them suck my cock after I came inside of them. Jackie reminded me of the whipping she just gave her daughter would be worse for disobedience which will be a good incentive for me to experiment. Telling me to purse my lips as if they were my anus she proceeded to attempt penetrating of my mouth. Instructing me on the working parts of my anus Jackie reminded me of my sphincter muscle which must be penetrated which is quite painful at the very beginning. As I fought she pushed the head of the dildo into my mouth telling me that my lips were a little bit like my sphincter muscle suggesting that if I concentrated on relaxing it would not be quite as painful. The same thing holds if you relax your mouth and throat. To my surprise as soon as I began to relax Jackie began pushing her dildo all the way down my throat until the ring on her harness was actually touching my lips. Telling me to concentrate on holding my breath she kept the dildo buried in my mouth for 30 seconds and then slowly pulled out. Taking a few deep breaths Jackie pushed the dildo back down my throat cutting off my air once again for another 30 seconds stroking my hair telling me in a soft voice to relax. Patting me on the head she told me that when she enters my asshole I'm going to have to do the same thing if she is going to bury her cock deep inside of me. Giggling she told me that the good thing is I will be able to curse, swear, and take deep breaths all the while she's fucking me. Moving behind me Jackie grabbed my knees pulling my legs apart. Taking my sore whipped cheeks she pulled them apart and started licking her way from the top of my crack to my butthole. I could feel her skilled tongue swirling around and around tickling and massaging moving closer and closer to my asshole. When she reached my anus there was no hesitation and she began licking the sensitive areas around it making me squirm. I was quite nervous because all I could think about was her huge dildo penetrating me. I could feel her pushing her tongue inside fucking my hole as if it were a cock. I began moaning loudly each time she pushed her tongue inside. I didn't even know what the sexual act was called even though I had just eaten her daughter's asshole which she was punished for. I found out later that this intimate act is called "analictus" something I was going to become very accustomed to servicing Jackie's friends. Giving me a reach around Jackie's started stroking my cock as her tongue continued fucking my anus. I couldn't believe how much pleasure she was giving me especially after the whipping I just received. Surely taking a few licks for my wrongdoing was magical as Jackie exonerated me for my evil ways. Mistress J's Stepmother! Pulling her tongue out of my rear Jackie sounded out of breath giving my ass a slap telling me that now was the time. Kneeling behind me Jackie gave my ass another slap giggling telling me her favorite thing to do is deflowering young boys with her strapon but today was going to be extra special since I was her daughter's boyfriend. Jackie told me to hold still and get ready for the ride of my life. Rubbing the head of the dildo up and down my crack Jackie could tell I was a little tense so she began talking to me in her soft sexy seductive voice convince me to relax my anal muscles permitting her to enter me with the head of her cock. The whole time she was talking Jackie was delicately wiggling the head around and around my anus telling me to push as if I was expelling something. As soon as I started pushing this enabled her to push the head of the dildo inside my anus past my delicate unstretched sphincter muscle giving me the surprise of my life as my bowels were filled with a burning pain followed by the immediate desire to expel the dildo. Listening to my heavy breathing knowing that I was a little tense Jackie promised me that that it already was too late to pull out so I may as well relax and allow her to take my virginity. Telling me to grab my cock with my right hand and start stroking which will help keep my mind off my asshole warning me not to come too soon because her cock never goes soft. I could feel Jackie slowly rotating the dildo like a drill forcing the head in deeper. I actually started getting pleasure when they head pressed against my prostate gland causing my cock to begin expelling pre-come. With the dildo inside at least 3in. Jackie skillfully started pushing and pulling the head of the dildo back and forth across my prostate gland making me begin to squirm as this new form of pleasure started rising up within me. I started stroking my cock in rhythm with the dildo forgetting all about the painful anal entry which was still on fire. Jackie kept on urging me to keep stroking my cock talking to me in her sexy voice to stay relaxed so that she can finish deflowering me. I finally got the message and I continued straining which relaxed my anal muscles just enough for her to keep pushing. When she had the dildo 6in. inside Jackie started fucking me a little faster and harder forcibly inching the dildo farther and farther into me. I could feel the outside of my anus getting stretched to the max as my loose skin of my outer anus was pushed and pulled along her shaft. I was sure she loved the site of watching her dildo taking my cherry. Stopping momentarily with the dildo still at the 6in. mark Jackie leaned forward stuck her long nails into my shoulders and told me to take a deep breath and then release. I could feel her beginning to rotate her hips and as soon as I expelled the air from my lungs Jackie lunged her powerful hips forward driving the dildo all the way inside to the hilt. I could even feel the cold brass ring against my anus. My entire body felt like it was on impaled on a fence post. I opened my mouth and cried out thinking that the head of the dildo was going to jut out of my mouth. My entire being wanted to buck Jackie off of me and work lose of her dildo. Keeping her hips tightly fastened against me Jackie held on to my shoulders riding me like a stallion. Every part of my psychological being told me I was on the wrong end of the stick. The stallion was supposed to be doing all the fucking. As I fought the losing battle all my homophobic thoughts came to mind. Bargaining with myself I admitted I was in the privacy of Jackie's bedroom getting taken by her artificial silicone cock. All she was sharing with me was to give me to understand of an alternative lifestyle that included a different way to view the world including a different kind of pleasure. I was also a captive in a mistress bedroom under her magical spells under her will. To Jackie pleasing the goddess meant subjugating men under her. Thinking like this comforted me some but I was still forcibly impaled. As soon as I stopped fighting and settled down taking a deep breaths and slowly gasping for air I turned around and admitted to Jackie it was too late she had taken my virginity and I wanted her to fuck me. Settling into the pillows I put my head down and arched my bottom upwards giving her better access to my asshole. Grinding the dildo around and around inside of me Jackie swatted my cheeks several times crying out loud glorifying the goddess that another boy has lost his virginity. Leaning forward Jackie recited a short prayer dedicating me to the goddess. (I give you this boy who has willfully allowed me to take his virginity honoring the goddess. Free him from his homophobic fears and open up his anus to new pleasures that I'm about to give him. My dildo which has opened up his asshole opened the door for me to give him male partners who also worship the goddess openly experimenting with his new sexuality. May he free from disease and only healthy partners couple with him. Free him from the fears of oral copulation as I teach him how to be an excellent cocksucker. I take charge of this slave and all of his sexual teachings making sure that he is properly disciplined in obedience to the laws of the goddess.) With the dildo slowly pulling out of my asshole I contemplated this lifestyle that she dedicated me to the goddess but I told myself that I just had to trust Jackie and new sexual possibilities will come to pass. Talking to me in her sexy voice Jackie told me to keep my legs open, relax and just enjoy the ride. I couldn't believe how good she used her hips twisting and grinding the dildo in and out of my asshole plunging in full depth each time. My entire body rocked back and forth to the fucking. Instead of crying out like I did at first I started moaning joyfully concentrating on the head of the dildo sliding back and forth across my prostate. My cock was rock hard and spewing fluids each time she pressed forward. For the first time in my life I realized that getting fucked by someone with a cock I really didn't have to do any work but just enjoy my goddess treating me to anal intercourse. Soon Jackie had me by my ponytail pulling my head backwards and fucking me at the same time enjoying another boy she has successfully violated and taken his cherry. I found out later on that Jackie had a wooden dildo with notches for every boy and girl she has stripped of their cherries. Sliding the dildo faster and faster Jackie was getting quite turned on when I heard her passionate cries I started masturbating faster and actually came with her as she screamed in passion I started squirting my sperm wastefully all over my chest and belly giving myself a sperm shower. To my amazement Jackie continued fucking me still enjoying her orgasm. Each time the head of the dildo slid past my prostate I drooled more come from my cock all over my hand. I remembered Jackie telling me that her cock never goes soft like mine which was already going limp after spewing my come all over myself. I then realized that Jackie was multi-orgasmic and definitely was not going to stop with her first orgasm of the night. I could tell my asshole was a little sore so I started bargaining with Jackie asking her for break. Slapping me harshly on the ass several times telling me never to question a dominant woman telling me to just shut up and keep stroking my cock forcibly pushing my head back down on the bed telling me they keep my butt up so she could slide in and out of my ass easier. Jackie continued thrusting deeply pounding her thighs against my backside turning both of us into a sweaty duo. Grabbing my sticky half limp cock I started stroking again and to my surprise with the dildo constantly sliding in my asshole I was actually getting excited again. I got another surprise when I felt the dildo begin to vibrate. I looked around to ask Jackie what was happening and she started giggling knowing that I just felt the vibrator turn on. Giving me several more playful slaps on the ass which still made me jump she told me that the vibrator will help both of us on our next orgasm telling me to just shut my mouth and enjoy butt-boy. The vibrations definitely took my mind off my painfully stretched anus sending shivers up my spine. I could even feel my balls beginning to vibrate which seemed to help me gain back my erection. I started thinking about when I fucked Judi yesterday she complained about my premature ejaculation forcing me to go down on her because I couldn't continue screwing her to orgasm. I can still see her pussy full of my come she forced me to suck out. Now I was finding out firsthand the power of a strapon because Jackie could screw me all night long as long as she had the energy because her larger silicone cock would never go soft. The vibrations we're finally getting to me and I became more relaxed accepting my place beneath my Mistress. I began moving with her instead of against her slowly rotating my hips rhythmically to her thrusts. Jackie even complemented me finally giving in to her and enjoying the moment telling me that this is what it is going to be like from here on out. My mind started going crazy because I really didn't understand what she just said. Sensing my confusion which made me tighten my grip with my anal muscles on the shaft of the dildo making it harder for Jackie to continue thrusting forcing her to push the dildo all the way into me to the hilt, Jackie slowly rotating her hips and began explaining. Grabbing my ponytail pulling my head back so that I could see her face talking to me in a stern voice Jackie told me that taking my virginity tonight is just the beginning of my training promising me she and her daughter Judi will be involved in every nasty new thing that will happen to me. I'm going to be introduced to sexual sensations I never thought of before. Finally telling me the most important thing is just to relax and enjoy this moment getting fucked by a beautiful experienced dominant woman. Giving me several more stinging slaps Jackie told me to settle down and get comfortable because she was going to ride my devirginized ass all the way home. Pulling her artificial cock almost completely out Jackie turned off the vibrator telling us it was time for more lube. I could feel Jackie spilling lubricant down my butt crack and all over the dildo sliding it in and out several times and she continued pouring the cold gooey substance making my sore asshole easier to continue fucking. Jackie told me that she was taking good care of her daughter's buttboy because she wanted my ass to last for a long time. Sliding the dildo back inside my ass she turned vibrator back on. I started playing with my cock again which was almost fully erect. This time with all the negative feelings and pain removed I actually was beginning to enjoy getting fucked by this beautiful dominant woman. I started crying out her name exclaiming; "Oh Jackie, oh Jackie" over and over again. And then I started crying "oh god" and Jackie corrected me with a sharp slap on the ass telling me to cry out "Oh Goddess" instead because this is what losing my virginity was all about pleasing the goddess. Suddenly as the end of the dildo contacted my stretched anus it started giving me an electric shock making me jump each time the dildo bottomed out. Giving me another slap on the ass Jackie started giggling telling me not to be shocked that she can still add a little bit of pain to my anal seduction. Each shock was so intense it seemed to make sparks fly out the end of my cock causing it to become rock hard. I found out later on that all of the nerve cells in my asshole and my cock are interconnected which was why the shocks were enabling my erection. I could hear Jackie squirming and crying out each time I was shocked telling me she was feeling the same thing through pussy lips. I told myself that this woman was one tough lady actually enjoying the vibrations and shocks along with myself. All this extra stimulation sent me over the top first. Squeezing the head of my cock desperately trying not to come I felt Jackie's hand forcefully push mine away grabbing me by the balls pulling them away from my body just in time to save me from another premature ejaculation. Keeping her grip on my balls Jackie continued fucking, vibrating, and shocking me driving both of us to another powerful orgasm. When Jackie started coming she pushed the dildo all the way inside my asshole which made it give both of us a continuous shock. Releasing my balls I started coming into the palm of her hand ejaculating so much my semen I thought I completely emptied my balls. Both of us were shaking from the vibrations and constant shock. Finally Jackie came down from her orgasm switching the dildo off. Pulling my head back by my ponytail Jackie took her handful of come rubbing it all over my mouth forcing it open with her fingers and pushing all of it inside demanding that I swallow. I gulped down another forced load as she treated me just like her daughter. Telling me I was a good boy when she finally saw me swallowing adding that I need to get used to the taste because there was going to be a lot more flooding my throat from now on. Jackie's own daughter Judi was the first one to force me to eat my own come right out of her pussy after fucking her but I was still not used to the thought of swallowing semen even if it was my own. It still seemed quite nasty an unnatural yet being forced to do something dirty was actually a turn on for me. Licking my lips free of come I told Jackie that was the hottest orgasm I ever had. Slapping my ass Jackie promised me she could do that for me all the time. Slowly sliding the dildo out of my ass Jackie told me she was going to make a dildo change because now since my asshole was so relaxed I will be able to accommodate an even larger one. I watched Jackie walk over to her bureau where the housemaid had placed some wine pouring of us both a glass. My asshole was still tingling from the fucking and shocking but I obediently remained butt up over the pillows knowing I was about to be fucked once again. I was so overcome by lustful thoughts my hips were already moving as if I was getting fucked by a phantom cock. Watching me Jacking told me not to worry my body is now grieving for more cock which she will satisfy soon. I found out later on that Jackie had used an anal lube on my asshole to relieve pain and make it relax more which will enable her to use the bigger dildo. Before Jackie returned with the two wineglasses I watched her remove the sticky dildo from the brass ring wrapping several wipes around it for washing later on. She opened a drawer and pulled out a black 10in.long dildo that was at least 2in.wide in diameter. With a big smile on her face she slipped it into her harness stroking and pointing it directly at me telling me once I'm fucked by this cock Goddess Jackie will know she has taking your full anal virginity. I was a little shaken from getting fucked twice already yet my asshole was twitching for more. I couldn't figure out why I was so sexually turned on. I found out later on that Jackie had slipped me something which helped me relax making me desire more sex along with the magic blue erection pill. The magic potion was mixed with the enema she gave me which was the reason why she forced me to hold it for so long so the drugs could get into my system. Jackie brought me a glass of wine and sat down in front of me. As we sipped the expensive pinot noir wine Jackie told me I was the hottest boy she ever had the pleasure of taking my cherry and was definitely looking forward to fucking me again as soon as we finished our wine. Taking my hand and she placed it on her cock telling me to stroke it. As soon as I started rubbing the huge shaft I told her it was quite large. Jackie assured me that is surely was but with her in the saddle I had nothing to worry about. Finishing her glass of wine Jackie took my glass away from me setting it on a nearby table. Kneeling in front of me she started rubbing my cheeks with the head of the dildo telling me how much she enjoyed fucking me and how submissive I was at allowing her take me so easily. Jackie started telling me that this new dildo was crafted from her housemaid Myra boyfriend's cock confessing that she had the real thing pushed into own asshole just last week and maybe somehow that what happen to me. In a soft seductive voice she began rubbing my lips with the head of the dildo pulling my chin down telling me to open my mouth wide. As soon as she had my mouth open she pushed the dildo inside a good 6ins. until I was gagging. Pulling back but keeping the dildo in my mouth she started giggling telling me now I know what it feels like for a man to force a huge cock into a woman's mouth undeservingly adding that when she is done training me I'm going to be able to swallow the whole thing without choking. Having already sucked and swallowed her smaller dildo this one was really going to be a challenge to swallow let alone taking it all the way into my asshole. The head of the dildo was definitely a lot larger than the last one which was going to take Jackie a lot longer to push it into my tight rear. I was actually getting turned on being forced face fucked with Jackie holding my ears pulling my mouth up and down the shaft with the head of the cock bouncing against my uvula. Fucking my face until my mouth had saliva drooling down my cheeks and chest until my throat was sore from forced cock sucking Jackie pulled the dildo from my mouth and started slapping my face back and forth with her cock until I saw stars telling me that even though she knew I didn't enjoy this experience there would be a lot more time for cock sucking in the near future. Taking a drink of my wine she handed the glass to me ordering me drink it all which I quickly swallowed down. The wine actually had another magic potion which started making me horny again. I found out later on that Jackie was also taking a similar potion which helps ensure her to be multi-orgasmic all night long. I could hear Jackie putting a rubber glove on her left hand and opening up a can of thick oily lube. With two greasy fingers Jackie started pushing them deep into my still dilated asshole massaging and stretching it until she got three fingers inside. Going slow and taking her time stretching and lubricating as she went Jackie was able to get all four fingers and part of her thumb stretching my anus to the max. I was already crying out to the goddess getting very uncomfortable and not knowing what was going to be next. Jackie kept reassuring me that she was in total control and would never let anything happen to my precious asshole because she has lots of plans for me. Jackie continued fingering me making sure that I was well lubricated. Finally she removed her fingers and snapped off the glove. I could feel the bulbous head of the dildo pushing against my anus like a large battering ram. Speaking softly to me ordering me to push just like I did for the other dildo with a little bit of straining she was able to get the huge head inside. As soon as the head popped past my sphincter muscle the sensation made me feel like I was getting ripped apart I started crying out and bucking once again. Not wanting to cause too much pain Jackie pulled free and applied more lubricant to both my asshole and the huge black dildo. Wiggling the head Jackie pushed her battering ram back inside for another painful rear entry causing me to cry out squealing like a baby. This time there was no mercy as I felt a steady pressure from Jackie's hips slowly driving the dildo inside. Rotating her hips like a drill using the same technique she used last time Jackie was able to get a good 7ins. inside quite fast. I could feel my insides spasming around the huge dildo and my anal muscles were clamping out of control trying desperately to expel the huge foreign object. Mistress was too skilled for this because she was determined to skewer me completely on all 10 inches. Ignoring my cries and pleads for her to pull free, Jackie started fucking me nice and slow easing the dildo into me farther and farther every time she pushed inside. Slapping my butt real hard ordering me to stay relaxed and focus on pushing back it only took her about five minutes and she had the entire dildo buried in my ass. Celebrating she began whipping my bare behind with both hands at the same time. She was spanking me so hard I was fucking myself by pulling away trying to get away from the spanking only to have her drive the dildo back inside with her powerful hips. Mistress J's Stepmother! Squealing at the top of her lungs letting out a banshee cheer Jackie drove the dildo completely inside and started rotating her hips grinding away watching me squirm helplessly before her quite disturbed by the sudden impalement. This time my whole body was fighting the dildo as my entire being wanted to expel it immediately. Jackie started massaging my shoulders and back trying to get me to relax and she continued grinding away with the dildo forcibly pushing with her powerful hips keeping the huge shaft all the way inside of me. Pulling my head back by the ponytail which seemed to be her favorite thing to do Jackie told me to never forget this moment because I now have been taken by the queen goddess of strapons with the biggest cock she is ever fucked a virgin with. Both of us should be proud of this moment. Jackie promised I was going to make a good cock sucking fuck-boy for her and Judi. Leaning forward reaching her hands all the way around my face sticking her middle fingers in the sides of my mouth like a makeshift harness pulling my head back Jackie started fucking me like she was riding a horse. I could feel her heavy breasts pounding on my back as her well developed hips drove the dildo in and out of my asshole. I felt totally taken melting beneath her submitting to every thrust of her cock. Without even touching my own cock I started shooting another useless load of sperm all over the pillows beneath me. I totally felt like a useless man losing my manhood to this dominant woman who was fucking my ass taking me like a girl. Mistress continued fucking me unmercifully working on her own orgasm. Screaming at me Jackie reveled in the fact that I already had another orgasm promising me that she had the energy to fuck me a lot longer than if I was fucking her so enjoy the ride. Letting loose of my mouth she dug her nails into my buttocks pulling them apart so that she could drive into me even farther forcibly pushing my body forward on every thrust. I was getting fucked so hard I thought the dildo was going to split me in two. I was thinking that and hour earlier I was still a virgin and now I belonged to a professional goddess who is trying to break me like her very own stallion. Fucking me for another ten minutes causing me to go into a delirious trance-like state; (I actually went into a dream and met my lover Judi next to a beautiful waterfall. Both of us were naked getting turned on to our sexy bodies. We embraced and started kissing passionately falling to the ferns next to the water. My cock was rock hard knowing soon it would be thrusting in my lover. Finding me on my back as Judi continued kissing me I could feel her drawing my knees upward and outwards thinking that she was going to suck my cock. Suddenly I could feel the head of a hard cock pressing against my anus. I was confused and startled wondering how Judi had grown a cock. I could see her looking into my eyes with beautiful blue eyes almost hypnotizing me with a certain fascination telling me to use my own imagination and just accept what was happening. Talking to me in a soft seductive voice advising me to just give it to the sensations I could feel her cock slowly penetrating me. This time in the dream there was no pain but only pleasure. I felt the pressure of her cock sliding inside but the sensations overwhelmed me sending shivers of delight up and down my spine. It felt like Judi's fantasy cock kept sliding farther and farther inside of me taking over my entire being. Her huge cock began sliding in and out of my whole body. Contorting her body with her cock still fucking me Judi opened her mouth swallowing my cock completely. I could feel her tongue sliding up and down my shaft as her mouth sucked constantly beckoning my seed from my balls. I could feel her cock inside of me getting harder. It didn't take long and soon Judi was sucking the come from my cock swallowing every last drop. With her mouth continuing to suck my cock I could feel her own cock beginning to explode sending load after load of sticky juices into my body. With each ejaculation her seed seemed to affect my inner being making me feel more womanized. When I stopped coming something changed to terror. I could feel Judi's teeth biting around the base of my cock shearing with her teeth until she tore my cock right off with her mouth. I watched her with fright as Judi was chewing and swallowing my cock as she continued pumping semen into my asshole. Her nails turned into claws as she dug into my balls ripping them off my body feeding on them like a starving eagle. As she devoured my balls a new peace cam over me and I accepted my new role. Withdrawing her cock from my well fucked asshole I looked down and where my cock was it was now a pussy. Smiling at me Judi had transformed into a hung stud complete with a huge cock and a full set of balls. My new pussy was wet so I opened my legs and welcomed her to fuck me. Walking into our dream Jackie came in wearing a strapon and holding a whip l of us to get home!) Waking up from the trance screaming and crying I could feel Mistress still fucking me. I was actually happy to find that I still had a cock and balls yet I was getting fucked in the ass by the most beautiful mature woman on the planet. Crying out to the goddess Mistress finally had her final orgasm from fucking my devirginized ass for the night. This time after Jackie came the dildo slowly slipped from my asshole and I could feel copious amount of fluids dripping from my well fucked asshole. When I reached around and grabbed some of the fluids I recognize them as being semen. I knew the dildo that Jackie was using did not have a way to ejaculate yet there was copious amounts semen dripping from my ass. Crawling around in front of me Mistress knew that I was confused. She told me never to question her magic. The potion she had given me put me into a trance for an hour giving ample time for just about anything magical to happen. Jackie said as your Mistress I must tell you that there is fresh live semen squirming inside of you but I do not have to tell you how it got there. Someday I will tell you the truth but by then you will just laugh about it. I took a quick look between my legs at my cock making sure once again was still there. I felt like I just ejaculated and to my surprise my cock when smeared with lipstick all the way down to the base. When I looked up at Mistress her lipstick was also smeared and it was the same color that was on my cock. Her right cheek was still splattered with a squirt of fresh semen. I didn't say anything but I started to worry because this told me that she was sucking my cock while someone else was fuckings me. Holding the huge dildo with her right hand she grabbed the back of my head with your left hand and telling me it was time to clean her cock with my mouth. The huge dildo was covered with sticky foreign semen started making me sick to my stomach. Seeing my hesitation Jackie warned me that if I didn't clean it properly I would get the same caning that Judi got earlier. Teasing my mouth with the head of the dildo covered with come she began lubricating my lips with it forcefully pressing forward. Reluctantly I opened my mouth knowing where it has been and what has been inside of me I chose to please my beautiful goddess rather than take a painful caning. Sucking off the first 6in. of goo I swallowed without thinking knowing that Jackie wouldn't allow me to do anything that was going to cause me harm. I remembered that before the fucking she had been eating my asshole as well so if I was good enough for her it was good enough for me. Jackie guided my mouth with my ponytail forcing me to lick up and down the dildo until it was completely clean. Reaching around to my ass she caught a large gob of fluids in her hand, smiling at me she rubbed it all over my face slapping me across the cheek sending the fluids flying. Pointing a finger at me Jackie told me she wanted me to know that my lover Judi watched every minute of our lovemaking on a live video screen in her bedroom. Explaining that they both know who violated me and Judi already messaged that it was hot watching me take it. Jackie bragged that she has never seen a buttboy fucked so hard and so well for a long time. Pulling me into her bosom Jackie gave me a long passionate kiss stroking my hair and congratulating me for being such a good boy welcoming me to the family. When she kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth I could taste my own come as I sucked her tongue. This definitely told me that goddess Jackie was capable of enticing me to do every nasty deed she desired even if I was in a dream state. I wasn't that ignorant knowing that in the back of my mind I had been drugged and while I was in the dream state I was fucked for the first time by one of her studs. Maybe this was her way of introducing me to having sex with another guy without any guilt because I was basically asleep. Taking me to the bathroom Jackie helped me sit on the bidet turning on the warm water which flushed away all the foreign semen from my memories. Knowing I was still thinking about what ever happened to me Jackie reassured me that she was in charge and it was her decision so I would just have to live with it because it's too late now. Jackie added that she was quite proud of me to be able to go this far this fast and after tonight she knew I was going to be able to accommodate anything or anyone whenever she demanded. Leading me into the shower as the nice warm waters streamed over us Jackie used a special water attachment that looked like a small squirting dildo working it up my ass she started hosing my insides out getting them squeaky cleaning again. The water seemed to flood right back out of me washing away all the fresh come. Giving me a slap on the ass Jackie told me that my homophobic fears are a thing of the past because she has plans for my asshole that I never thought of before. Jackie spent a lot of time cleaning her lipstick off my cock and balls unapologetic and never admitting she had to given me a good sucking. We both spent a lot of time washing out our mouths as Jackie still had plans for my tongue once we went back to bed. My asshole felt a little sore from all the fucking but in the shower Jackie showed me how to clamp down on her fingers making my anus slowly go back to normal. She actually gave me a little lesson on squeezing with my anal muscles; a technique I would need in the near future when she had me getting fucked by a stud. As she toweled me off I started to cry as my emotions broke from all the nasty things I've already done. Goddess Jackie held my head between her breasts stroking my hair and telling that I did nothing wrong because she was in charge and made all the calls. I looked into Jackie's eyes telling her that I trusted in her judgment in how far she took my anal violation by taking my cherry and totally devirginizing my asshole. Rubbing my bottom to see if I could take another spanking Jackie found them not to red and sore as she squeezed my cheeks giving them a slap. Jackie spoke in her calm seductive voice telling me I will feel better if I fall down and kneel before her and submit to another strapping for being such a naughty boy. Jackie knew exactly what I wanted. I fell to the floor kissing her feet telling her that my body was hers to use as she saw fit. I started begging forgiveness for doubting the pleasures she introduced to me today. Jackie told me that I have pleased the goddess by asking forgiveness and she has the authority to forgive and to pronounce just punishment for any wrongdoings. Telling me to kneel before her and look into her eyes I quickly got up on my knees and looked into beautiful brown eyes. Once she saw me sincerely staring Jackie told me that once she pronounces judgment the punishment will immediately be carried out and afterwards I will be forgiven and we will never talk about it again asking me if that was clear? I could hardly blurt out the words but fearfully I told her I am ready to be judged by my goddess. Pointing a finger in my face Jackie told me to never again doubt anything she wanted to use my body for saying she had mercy on me earlier thinking I would not need a more intense whipping but now things have drastically changed after losing my cherry. Jackie told me by the power vested in her by the goddess I find you guilty of not trusting in me and then pronounce for this sinful deed you are to immediately receive 150 licks with a leather strap of my choosing. The whipping will be painful and intense without mercy. My whole body was shaking as she pronounced the sentence. Jackie grabbed me by the hair forcing me over to the towel rack binding my wrists to it. I watched her open a drawer pulling out a thick leather strap around 20 inches long and 2 inches wide made of double thick cow hide. After seeing the strap I started shuddering wondering if I made the right decision. Holding the strap to my face forcing me to kiss it, Jackie told me that this whip was used in woman's prisons and is very effective on boy's bottoms as well. Jackie scolded me saying she can sense the fear in me already but after the whipping I will fear the strap forever. Standing behind me the hair on the back of my neck began raising up as I heard the strap blazing through the air connecting across both of my cheeks filling the entire bathroom with the sound of the snap on my bare flesh followed by my girlish cry of pain. Whipping me in five second intervals giving me time to breathe and cry out Jackie expertly flayed my bare buttocks into jelly smacking me from the very top all the way down to my knees. I got the surprise of my life when she switched from my ass and started expertly whipping my back making me cry out even louder. I began crying out to goddess Jackie thanking her for every last lick. I was getting very sweaty and my heart rate was over 200 beats a minute as my body pumped endorphins trying to fight off the pain. The whipping only took thirteen minutes and when Jackie finally finished she gave me one last lick telling me I successfully went through her special "13 minutes of hell". Taking me out of breath and crying tears back to the shower Jackie turned on the cold water forcing me to stand underneath it as cool water beat on my well whipped flesh. Both my cheeks were blistered in several places and long red trails of the strap crisscrossed my back, ass cheeks and legs. Now I knew the difference between a playful introductory spanking and a real whipping. Finally after a half an hour under the cool water Jackie turned the water off grabbing my face forcing me to look into her eyes reminding me that now I'm forgiven and nothing about this day will be discussed other than its memories will be forever etched into my mind. I told Jackie that I definitely feel forgiven after taking such a hard licking. Jackie told me I was a brave boy being quite proud of me for admitting that I was wrong and trusting in her. Telling me it will probably take several days for me to heal from this whipping but it will be the first of many I will receive by the hand of the goddess. Guaranteeing that a boy as naughty as myself who is seeing her nasty daughter will be on my knees begging forgiveness and taking another licking soon. Escorting me back to bed Jackie treated me to long sensual massage careful not to hurt my now totally bruised body from the intense strapping. Oiling my body with her large breasts Jackie began massaging me. It was hot feeling her hard nipples rubbing against my bare flesh. Her fingers were busy manipulating every nook and cranny working out all the muscle knots and tensions from getting fucked and strapped. I even felt her place a special prostate vibrator back into my asshole keeping it there and she continued massaging me. I couldn't believe it but the vibrations were actually making me hard once again. Jackie even oiled her labia lips rubbing them up and down my arms and legs finally giving herself an orgasm as she vigorously rubbed against my heel. Rolling me over on my back she continued rubbing her labia lips up and down my legs looking seductively into my eyes telling me how great of a body I had. She also commented unapologetically on what is spankable butt I had and how much she enjoyed punishing me telling me she was looking forward to many more memorable disciplinary moments in the future. Working herself up my body with her tongue massaging my flesh she stopped to kiss and suck my nipples. Finally Jackie placed her luscious full lips over mine kissing me as we melted together. She spent a good fifteen minutes tongue fucking me getting me so hot I didn't realize that she slid her pussy over my cock swallowing it completely and slowly kneading me with her pussy muscles just to keep me hard. It was so sexually exciting to be fucked by a skilled dominatrix from above asserting her rightful place over me. I could feel her frigging her clitoris giving herself an orgasm pulling off my erection in time denying me one. Changing positions she straddled my face lowering her pussy on my mouth. Jackie instructed me to only lick her vagina pushing my tongue in and out deeply so when she felt me obediently tongue fucking her she bent forward and swallowed my cock. I couldn't believe that now I was 69ing with the queen goddess obediently under her where I belonged. The vibrator in my well fucked asshole was still turning me on and was actually buzzing my cock in Mistress Jackie's mouth. I knew that only an hour earlier she had been sucking me yet her sexual appetite seemed unfulfilled as she voraciously sucked and licked my cock hard once again. When I felt her slowly pulling my tongue out of her pussy rubbing her pierced clitoris over my lips I knew she wanted it sucked. Pursing my lips I took her clitoris into my mouth careful not to hurt her piercing and slowly began sucking. I could feel Jackie's lips wrap around the head of my cock as she began sucking and teasing my pee hole with the tip of her tongue. Both of us seemed to orgasm together. Jackie started Squirting fluids into my mouth and all over my face I could feel my body lunging upward as I started ejaculating into her mouth. All of my sexual glands at the same time were crying out trying to squeeze every last sperm cell into my goddess mouth. I could feel six distinct squirts as my entire being came giving her my all. Sitting up swallowing Mistress raised her hands to the goddess praising her. Changing positions facing me so that her pussy was directly over my mouth I knew exactly what she wanted. Pulling her labia lips apart I placed my lips over her pee hole and started sucking. Crying out again she fed me mouthful after mouthful of her golden champagne completely emptying her bladder. I obediently swallowed relishing in the thought of drinking from her goddess cup. After I finished washing her pussy with my tongue she thanked me giving me a warm loving kiss. To my surprise when I asked her that I needed to pee Mistress took my cock into her mouth and started sucking stimulating my pee hole with the tip of her tongue to encourage me to start pissing. Once I started I could feel her sucking and swallowing controlling the flow by pinching off my cock sucking me completely dry. Removing her mouth from my cock mistress turned around with a big smile on her face it looked as though her mouth was full of something. Giving me a kiss and pulling my mouth open Jackie gave me a mouthful of my own fresh from the spigot urine forcing me to swallow reminding me who really was in charge. Once I finish swallowing Jackie broke the kiss giggling telling me no more recycling because next time we're going into the bath. We fell asleep with me under the sheets with my head between Jackie's crotch. (The next story about Jackie, Judi, and I will be a continuation of this one with as much adult content and kinky sex in every unimaginable way! I hope you enjoyed the story making woman orgasm and men shooting come all over! Please leave a comment and please vote if you wish.) Mistress J's Training Begins! When I was 30 J and I were close intimate friends. J was a hot blue eyed blond with 37 C breasts and a nice curvy body. She wore her hair short for a butch which signaled the lesbians that she was fare game for play. J was an aggressive dominant woman who used me whenever she felt the need for sex and fun. If she needed money she took it, if she needed my body she took it too. For my birthday J came over to my apartment to give me a special surprise. Handing me a beautifully wrapped present she grabbed my cock through my pants pulling me to her and gave me a kiss. Giggling J took the gift away set it aside and began playfully attacking my body, aggressively undressing me. Clothes flew off me as I was quickly disrobed. J kept dressed in her cut off jeans and low necked blouse revealing the tops of her shapely braless boobs. As soon as I was naked she forcibly bit my upper lip, raping my mouth with her long tongue and pushing me down on the bed belly up. Breaking the kiss, holding me firmly down on the bed by my wrists, she chanted into my eyes, "I am going to suck the come out of your cock so hard your balls will hurt… then I am going to rub your gooey jizz all over your butt cheeks and spank it all off!" Giving me another hot French kiss she licked her way to each of my nipples biting and sucking them hard making me wiggle and cringe under her. I was kind of afraid because J had never been this aggressive with me before but with her hand around my balls squeezing me I had no choice but to lay there and obey. I cried out as she pulled my balls by the chord and pinched my balls making me feel as if I was just kicked by a mule. "Shut up come slut or I will whip your ass first before I empty your useless dick," J sassed me back royally, going back to biting her way to my cock and yanking my balls from their roots. I remember the last time we had sex I begged her to give me one of her hot blow jobs with her middle finger up my ass stimulating my prostate gland. I almost blew the top of her head off. I came so strongly come flew out of the sides of her mouth. After I came J was cursing embarrassed and slapping my face for coming in her mouth. She made me lick my come off her cheeks and out of her mouth spitting come and saliva into my throat. J then sat on my face grinding my mouth, forcing me to eat her pussy till she wildly came. I loved eating her pussy because she liked my long tongue wiggling around her hole and she purposely took a long time for an orgasm just to have me captivated in her sex. J has no use for intercourse preferring oral stimulation to get off. Fucking to her is only a way to get money from a guy or maybe a gift on a real special occasion. Once we vacationed in San Francisco and for thanking me for paying for everything she fucked me on my back while watching an adult video on the TV. Holding my balls and pinching a nipple she forced me to come fast and fill her pussy with my cream. J had had a hysterectomy so she could not get pregnant so we never needed birth control. Carefully holding her pussy lips closed she moved over my mouth ordering me to open my mouth. As soon as I did she squirted my come from her vulva and creamed my tongue. Just entering her tight pussy was an experience. Watching me day dream J slapped my balls so hard I almost leapt off the bed scolding me saying, "If today was not your birthday I would skin your cock and balls from your body now pay attention to my mouth and enjoy you bastard!" "I'm very sorry J I was thinking about all the fun we had in the past as well. I missed you," I plead! "Don't worry I will take care of your sorrowful spirit when I spank your disobedient butt red," J guaranteed! Now lay back and enjoy your last suck from me for a long time! J was moving this week and she was giving me her last goodbye in the form of some hot kinky sex. I took a deep breath and relaxed as I felt J slowly begin licking the tip of my cock. As I relaxed she relaxed her hold on my balls so she could concentrate on sucking me hard. I watched her slip my cock into her mouth and begin fucking it with her lips. J loved using her sharp teeth as she went up and down my shaft. Her deep blue eyes never lost eye contact with mine as she seemed to mesmerize me like the snake she was. Slowly she slipped her lubricated middle finger into my ass searching for my prostate gland. As soon as she found it she began to massage it with slow rotations using her tongue on my glans the same way. I began to moan aloud and grind my hips in the same rhythmic motions. Her face seemed to smile knowing she was giving me so much pleasure. I forgot all about getting spanked during this hot suck session. J began sucking me harder massaging my balls as if to help coax my sperm to shoot out of them. The finger in my ass was getting me so aroused I almost come just from that stimulation alone. Spitting out my cock which glistened with saliva J began to masturbate the shaft while her finger pressed harder on my prostate. My cock head was drooling pre-come all over my belly adding a good lubricant for J to jack me off with. Getting a little bored J looked angry with me and yelled, "You had better come quick slut or I may just stop and give you a bad case of blue balls instead…now concentrate and let me have your precious load in my hands!" I had no choice J did not know how close I was. Before she finished talking I groaned aloud and began pumping a weeks worth of pent up come into her hands like hand soap. J kept squeezing my shaft making it harder to shoot and increased the intensity and feeling of each ejaculation. When I finished coming J squeezed me off from the base to the tip making sure she got it all. Smiling at me holding her prize in the palm of her right hand she ordered, "Roll over slut and let me anoint your ass cheeks with your warm come … get ready for your first birthday spanking baby!" With the feeling of bliss all over me getting spanked was my last request but I obeyed and rolled over. J handed me a pillow to place beneath me propping up my body so my ass cheeks were more vulnerable. I suddenly felt my cheeks get slimed by my gooey come. J giggled saying, "I read this in a woman's magazine on how to humiliate your man and so far so good your face is bright red slut face. Wait till I spank that butt red next." Once J had finished playing rubbing my come into my bare flesh she whacked me once saying, "Arch your back and present your sexy ass for me and take my punishment like a man I know your not a wimp and will make me proud of you if you take my spanking for me!" I curved my back for her raising my ass cheeks harder. What it did was tighten my ass muscles so the spanking would be more painful. Raising her hand J whacked my left cheek. The pain was so intense it seemed to go through my vertebra all the way to the top of my head; the impact sent me slightly forward so I had to move backwards for the next blow. After several whacks on both cheeks with similar intensity I began to cry out aloud from the painful blows. I was not really frightened having never been spanked this way before. I had a determined lady friend to finally teach me a lesson in tough love. J never spoke she just concentrated on giving me the hardest spanking of my life. The bare handed went on until J's hand was so burned from flesh on flesh it was as red as my bare butt. When she stopped I was still wiggling and moaning as if she were still spanking me for a full minute later. Getting off the bed J rubbed her sore hand and watched me groan and wiggle in pain. "Happy birthday slut face and I hope to see you again sometime in your life …goodbye!" J walked out the door and I never saw her again until fifteen years passed. I had gone through an interesting marriage and a relationship with a massage therapist. Moving back to town she met a friend of mine and told her to tell me to call her. When J heard my voice on the phone she was so happy to see me. We had talked about our last meeting and some of the water under the bridge. I had bought a condo and was living by myself so I was fair game for J as well. Inviting herself over she wanted to see me right away. I proposed that she give me a spanking as an offering of forgiveness for having waited so long to play again. J agreed. She suggested I cut out a pair of old jeans so my bare ass cheeks would only be exposed because she did not want to have sex with me yet and did not want to see my cock and balls. This got me so excited I readily agreed. J drove to my condo and knocked on the door. We kissed on the lips and hugged for a long time at the door. I was already 45 and J was 50 but she still looked fine. J was wearing a jump suit not showing off her best asset her breasts. We had talked several times on the phone and J was quite antsy to begin the spanking. "Ok slave we can talk later get those cut out jeans on your going over my lap for a spanking I can't wait to beat your ass again," J demanded! I changed in the bedroom and came out like a kid again. J had a big smile on her face. I gave her permission to whip me as it pleased her and not hold back. "Don't worry slave after all these years I have lots of experience with spanking and there will me no mercy for you either," J promised! Grabbing my wrist she pulled me over the couch on her lap. It was like time was still as if fifteen years vanished with the first slap on my bare ass. I had been experienced with spankings as well. My X wife had whipped me often as well as the massage therapist. With J it was special because she was adamant about dominating me. I could not believe how strong J still was and how hard she whacked my bare ass again and again. My body bounced on her lap crushing my balls under her as they got crushed on her pubic bone. I cried out loud with each slap that penetrated my very soul. J seemed to seal me as her slave as I was discipline. I had told her on the phone if she took me back I would do anything she told me to do for her. The spanking was long and hard. I was sweating and out of breath when J finished letting me fall off her lap to the floor. "Kiss my feet slave and beg me to go with you for dinner," J demanded! Rubbing my sore asscheeks I kissed her shoes and told her I would be honored if J accompanies me for dinner tonight! Making me stand J wanted to see my spanked ass. I got up and let her observe me eying her accomplishment she giggled, "Your going to be sore for a week I can see that right now this is one spanking your always going to remember for sure now get some soft briefs on the sore ass and take me to dinner slave!" We had a fun dinner and did not talk about female domination just small talk. I got up the next day with a sore ass. When I looked in the mirror it was black and blue from the pounding I took. I called J to tell her and she told me to put ice on it because it was just the first of many lessons I was going to learn being her servant. Changing the subject, "Get your ass over her right now I need my floors scrubbed and dinner made slave be here in fifteen minutes and don't be late!" I got dressed and rushed over to her apartment. At the door J handed me a bucket and mop, "Get to work slave and after dinner we can chat about the future!" I cleaned her floors spotless as she watched TV and smoked making sure I kept busy with a look of anticipation. I then fixed us some steaks, potatoes, and veggies that sold J on keeping me for at least a while. After dinner we sat down for some serious talk. J knew I had been bisexual curious and had lots my anal cherry to my x-wife with a strapon. I had also been fucked by several other women as well with strapons. So I was experienced with taking cock. J confessed that she came back to California to join a private bisexual orgy group that only takes experienced couples. Back east where she lived the last fifteen years she belonged to the same private group and met a few couple who moved to Southern California. J wanted to keep playing in the group and needed a new partner and she wanted me. I grew worried as to what she wanted and began to look disturbed. "If you can trust me with your life over my knee baby you will trust me with your asshole when we swing. I can teach you all you need to know to enjoy sex with a man before we join!" "Starting tomorrow you're going to bring your strapon and several whips over here so I can begin the training. I am confident with some private encouragement you will be sucking cock and taking it in your ass very soon, J promised! "Now come over here and get your desert and lick my wet pussy!" I crawled to her and J opened her legs and grabbed the back of my head forcing me into her crotch. When she felt my tongue enter her pussy she blew out a puff of smoke and cooed saying, "How I messed your velvety tongue on my pussy over the years you're the only man I met that eats pussy as good as a woman! Eat me bitch!" I licked her labia and pushed my tongue deep into her hot hole fucking her with my tongue it had been a long time since my tongue licked J and I missed the taste. I wanted to give her first lick one to remember so I kept away from her clit till she was clawing my neck with her long nails to lick higher. As soon as I began to suck her clit she came in my mouth ejaculating fluids as if she were a man. J was so excited she even pissed in my face with a stray shot of urine, making my eyes blurry and stinging from the salty pee. Unapologetic she grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom slamming the door shut. Kneeling before her she placed her pussy back in my mouth and ordered me to drink giving me another squirt. As fast as I swallowed the salty pee she fed me more until her bladder was empty. Slapping my face so hard pee shot from my mouth J chided me saying, "Get use to your sour belly slave this is your state in my house; from this moment on your my pee toilet and ass licker!" Taking me in the shower we bathed in the streaming water soaping and washing each other ritually until our entire bodies were squeaky clean. J stuck a soapy finger in my ass making sure I was clean there as well then ordered me to do the same for her. I sensually soaped her ass crack then slowly washed her anus sticking a finger into it like a bottle brush to clean her nether hole. J wiggled her butt and spoke, "get used to washing me there slave because your tongue is going to live there and you will want to lick a nice clean mistress ass slave boy! Now get on your knees and lick my clean ass and see if it pleases me boy!" Kneeling on the hard porcelain shower floor I began kissing her ass cheeks working my way to the top of her crack. I licked my way down her crack and enter her taboo nether hole with the tip of my tongue. J was moaning madly fingering her clit as I fucked her ass with my tongue. I grabbed my cock and was stroking it madly as I continued to eat her ass hole out. J began crying out from all the sensations in her anus and her clit getting ringed by her finger and began to come. My own cock began to shoot come but just as I came J began to pee all over my cock washing my stiff cock off and all of my sticky come down the drain. Realizing too late I had been masturbating myself to orgasm J got really pissed at me turned around and kicked me in my empty balls making me cry out grimacing as I held my sore balls with both hands. "You have a lot to learn slave jacking off right under my nose without permission is a black stripe on your record. You're never going to see the inside of my pussy with a limp dick. I am going to have to start your training from square one," J sternly promised! Wait for the next part of the story of Part 2 of the training! Mistress Karinda Directs Note: Though this can stand on its own, the characters have been touched upon in Spring and a Mistress. Public comments or comments are most appreciated, especially if they can help lead to an erotic experience. Voting is most appreciated for it gives an indication of the success of the writer. Thank You to all whom take time to read. * Mistress knowing his schedule starts her day off by texting him while he sits alone at the desk waiting for his meeting to begin. "Just thinking of you and how nice it would be to wrap My legs around your head." "The thrill of My walking boy licking away at My pussy!" "I know your getting hard just thinking of it boy, but you're not allowed to touch it." "Stroking My leather covered hands through your hair pulling you closer then pulling you back." "Moaning with each lick you send up and down My lips the drops of My nectar absorbed by your tongue." "This is so sweet boy remote control of My hardness, how hard are you boy?" "Don't bother trying to answer I already know, its time for your meeting now go." The pager goes silent his breathing rapid, standing up only a minute to walk to the other conference room and take his seat for the meeting, the tent of his trousers very visible, trying to think of every hockey game, every baseball game just to get it to shrink so that it wouldn't be so noticeable. Lucky for him an empty chair was close to the door and not everyone was on time, exhaling a loud sigh as he took his seat and prayed his hardness would soften by the end of the meeting. How was he going to concentrate on the meeting when now all that filled his mind was to be with Mistress and do all the things she had just texted him about. The pager was like a leash her virtual leash to tug him in any way or direction she felt like. Picking up the phone Mistress dialed the number of her store. Denise being on duty which Mistress knew answered. "Hello, My pet," cooed Mistress into the receiver. "Mistress! Hello," gasped Denise for she was never called at the store. "Listen carefully Denise!!" in her stern voice "Yes, Mistress," whimpered Denise "I want you to book tomorrow off work, and be at My house before 10 Am.," were the words that rolled so sweetly from Mistress's mouth. "Will that be a problem Denise?" already knowing the answer but just setting a tease. "No, Mistress not a problem but why so early?" asked Denise. Making a kissing sound into the phone Mistress knew that Denise would be soaking wet for the rest of the day and could not satisfy herself tonight for she was not into pain and punishment but was Mistress's pleasure slut. Mistress was now only half way done with her directorial debut licking her lips with pleasure as her mind sorted out all the details for her big day. "Good then it is all set see you tomorrow pet." in her most seductive voice as Mistress quickly hung up the phone not waiting for an answer from Denise. Jace has sat through his meeting and finally getting a grip understood the direction and the challenges laid out for the company. His stiffness had melted but left a drop of pre-cum on his underwear that was a wet reminder of the influence that Mistress had over him. His breathing under control and with a newfound direction and goal to achieve in his business life, he followed himself that he was back in control. Two hours later the pager began vibrating on his belt while working on the new proposals that had to be handed in before quitting time today. Tomorrow is his day off and the weekly walk of jog to Mistress's house. This report had to be finished reaching to turn off the pager and ignore Mistress was the first thought going through his mind. As his fingers touched the electronic leash his hand began to tremble and the shocks ran straight to his brain like a magician mesmerizing the audience he lifted the pager and began to read. "Hope your meeting went well sweetie?" "My pussy just aches for your tongue, it is dripping wet right now wish you were here." "If you lick me real good maybe you will feel warm lips sucking you like a vacuum cleaner." "Tomorrow seems so far away, you are coming over right?" "You had better be here by 10:15 Am sharp!!" " My body can't take another moment of not having you look after it boy!" Just like the last time the messages stopped but his mind did not, OMG he thought to himself what is going on here. His mind turned to a form of mush the only thoughts connecting to his body were that of the messages he read on the electronic leash. How he cursed himself for going and getting it. Her control over him even without being present was growing, his sensory organs returned to the scent of her arousal, the flaming heat that almost sears him each and every time he gets to touch or lick her skin, the beautiful comforting breasts that bounce and tantalize his eyes and the hardening nipples that feel like hard sponge as he takes them into his mouth and flicks his tongue feeling their texture. The eyes as they gaze into him through his taking hold of his very soul and stroking it making the depths of his mind feel comfortable and alive, protected and obedient, the feeling that he belongs just there at her whim and call. He was hopelessly her sub and did not want or even have an inclination on how to break the spell. It was only minutes but seemed like hours before he was able to return to the report. Correlating all the data on his sales territory, and the ideas he had to increase the company's presence and the special programs needed to accomplish the sales targets set forth in the morning meeting. The time was now just past 6 and the office was near empty. Printing and making a copy his day was done and now his thoughts could wander to Mistress and why she wanted him there earlier in the morning. After a sleepless night for both Denise and Jace their morning thoughts were concentrated on Mistress Karinda and her commands to be at her house early that morning. In preparation for this day Mistress had gone out and bought two collars with D rings and two metal plates engraved for her two new found subs, thanks to Denise she had found something other than being a successful business woman to take pride and pleasure in. Today she would direct both her pets in a day of pain, pleasure and her very first threesome. Denise was first to arrive and promptly at three minutes before the hour, standing at the door waiting for the hour to reach just as the time turned 10 the door opened and there in all her glory and beauty was Mistress. Ushering Denise inside closing the door and without hesitation she took her into the living room watching the street for Jace to come walking or jogging up. "Strip quickly dear!" ordered Mistress Not wasting any time Denise lifted her dress up and over her head dropping it to the ground. Her breasts were already free as being still in her twenties they were firm and held up well on their own she quite often went braless and wanting to give Mistress free access to her nipples did not want the bra in their way. The thin black lace thong only barely covered her loins and was already showing signs of a wet patch much to the delight of Mistress. Slipping two thumbs into the thin straps pulling it out over her hips Denise let it fall to the floor. The aroma of arousal whiffed up into the air filling both women with pangs of lust that Mistress took her pleasure slut into protective arms giving her a sensual hug rubbing the leather gloved hands up and down the naked back of her pet. Without warning Mistress placed the collar around Denise's neck locking it on with a small padlock. Clamping the leash onto the D ring the picture was complete in Mistress's eyes more beautiful than what she had envisioned in the thoughts of what today was going to be. The beginning of the day was right on track. Seeing her other pet turn up the walkway, Mistress turned to the collard pet and commanded, " On all four!" Heading to the door with Denise keeping up crawling on all limbs with nothing on but a collar and a leash. Mistress opened the door and Jace's fist felt nothing but air and almost landed right in Karinda's face. Both laughed until Jace caught sight of the clerk on all fours with a collar and leash that led up to the hand of Mistress. First jealousy ran through his mind, then the thought that this one lived with Mistress, pangs of hurt for he had not been offered a collar yet had done everything she asked of him. The look on Jace's face was not one that Mistress expected and therefore she was stunned and caught off balance, the scene from the street must have been quite the show for Karinda's neighbours. Realizing the exposure of Denise as a pet at her side, the corset setting off a delicious sensual woman to all, and a male with just jogging attire on standing at the door, brought Mistress back to control ushering Jace inside backing Denise up and closing the door all in a confined space. Jace got his first whiff of the arousal Denise was emitting stronger than any airfreshner the scent filling his lungs tweaking his sensual perception. Following Mistress and Denise down the stairs and into the dungeon, the sway of Mistress clad in leather, and the naked ass of Denise straight up in the air her shaven pussy glistening with juices and her dark hole puckered and exposed as they descended in front of him. Upon entering the dungeon Mistress turned to him and spoke with authority, "Strip boy now!" Without hesitation and with trembling hands Jace pulled his t-shirt up and over his head the muscles in his chest rippling from the sudden movement much to the delight of the two ladies, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and underwear dropping them together to his ankles and then stepping out of them his penis bouncing with the quickness of his reaction then settling down standing at attention pointing upwards almost saluting Mistress. Just as she did with Denise once naked she hugged him an embrace that sent shivers up and down his spine before the touch of her leather clad hands as they stroked his back, and then just as deftly the collar was around and padlocked onto his neck. Without further instruction he dropped to all fours and took a place beside Mistress so now both her pets flanked her. Smiling deeply she lead them to her throne, tethering off Denise to the legs of her throne, and then leading Jace to the X frame which she made him roll out to face the front of the throne. Lifting him by the chin she attached his wrists and ankles to the ends of the x frame thus in essence having him vertical and spread eagle. Running her hands along the length of her handy work unclipping the leash and then giving his throbbing cock a few strokes as a delightful tease. Returning to her throne she sat spread her legs wide and unhooked her thong exposing her glistening lips to both her pets; Denise so close could feel the radiant heat and smell the musky aroma of her Mistress. Wrapping her hands into the long strands of her pleasure sluts golden main she drew the lips to her pussy and with a throaty growl commanded the girl to begin pleasuring her. Tied to the frame all he could do was watch as the kneeling clerk ate the juices and honey offered by Mistress. Moans of ecstasy began to fill the dungeon as Mistress felt her slut's tongue delicately and masterfully touch the inner walls, flick her g-spot and then travel out and suck and tease her clit with an expertise of a cunt licker. Denise was flowing profusely with her own nectar Mistress from the first time they had tasted each other the mere act of pleasing this Lady was enough to spasm Denise into orgasmic bliss. Having an audience especially a good-looking male like Jace watching her do something she new he could never accomplish. Mistress thrashing her hips grinding up and down on her pet's mouth bringing her higher and closer to the orgasm she needed to get out of the way so that she could with pleasure have the best day of her life. As the waves of satisfaction began to flow from Mistress's head to her toes and then center back in her pussy, the lapping and sucking of Denise brought about the desired pleasure and looking straight across the room at her male pet tied up his cock harder and redder than she had ever seen it aroused her even more pushing the cries of release loud, reverberating off the walls and ceilings driving home the vision he was witnessing. Calming down removing her head from between the thighs of Mistress, like a dog she lead Denise over to Jace pulling her up onto her feet, "Share my taste with him both my pets need rewards!!" With that Denise placed her lips on his and parted his mouth with her tongue giving him the French kiss of a lifetime the passion from her arousal of getting Mistress off, the longing taste of her pussy now being shoved into his mouth, his willingness to accept her penetrating tongue and the thrill it gave him knowing that Mistress was watching him kiss another woman. Mistress stepped back and without warning let go her flogger striking him hard along the back the sound of leather on skin causing Denise to jump back breaking the skin of his lips and blood trickled down his chin. Mistress began the task of switching his back with her flogger the welts rising almost instantly after twenty strokes and the tears running down his cheeks she stopped. Handing the suave to her girl and giving instruction for her to apply it so that his skin does not scar. As Denise began to apply the ointment Mistress began to jack his cock so that the mingling of pain and pleasure were at her control. "Do not dare cum, my pet!" she whispered into his ear giving it a little bite. The day was going along perfect the next show and tease was for Jace to watch again. Mistress put on a strap on, the long flesh coloured dildo was the largest he had ever seen must have been twelve inches long and six inches around. Pulling her girl in front by the leash and bending her over the chair Mistress began to mount her from behind. The plastic cock slid easily into her slut's cunt. Moving in and out the hips of Mistress almost backing up touching him and then plunging deep back inside her bent over girl. Feeling the air move all around him his eyes transfixed on the two ladies fucking with a monster dildo his every fantasy coming alive right before him like a motion picture with all the sound surrounding his every sense. Mistress and her girl moaning in unison the pressure of the dildo rubbing the clit of Karinda and the phallus filling and stretching the pussy of Denise. The shrill sounds of women reaching their plateau and screaming their song of orgasmic fulfillment caused oozing of his pre-cum to drop from the tip of his cock. Resting for a moment or two not facing him at all the disappointment of not seeing his Mistress and the beautiful clerks faces as they came was the only downer to the events. Mistress the turned to him with a grin on her face the twinkling in her eyes scared him, was he ready for her next whipping, or more denial of his already stretched cock and blue turning balls. With a remote she took out of her belt she lowered the X frame until it was horizontal and then unhooking the phallus she made him clean it with his mouth. The tangy juices of Denise filled his mouth sucking and swallowing until it was cleaned to her satisfaction. Mistress than mounted Jace impaling him with her soaking cunt, his full hard shaft easily slid inside the walls of her pussy. Motioning for Denise to come around and sit on his face she directed the next segment of her pleasure. Riding up and down on his cock setting a rhythm as her girl settled down on the talented tongue soothing the soreness of her swollen and enraged pussy that was stretched and battered just minutes before. The leather-clad gloves of Mistress began to tweak her girl's nipples as she leaned forward kissing her loudly so that the toy under her could hear the passion women could create. Orgasmic waves flooded the sensory banks of Mistress faster than ever before screaming she gave both her pets the permission to cum. Like a train wreck in unison the three of them began their orgasms, Mistress filling Jace's cock with her release of honey triggering his explosive squirts of seed deep inside her tunnel of lust, and the flood gates of Denise pleasuring the cavern of his mouth and throat as she unleashed a torrent of honey down his waiting and willing orifice. Mistress Karinda's Devious Twist Friday arrived like it did every week, this was a different feeling now flowing through him for his penis was wrapped and locked by his mistress. His hockey gear was in the trunk of the car and his team had the early game on the schedule. All week long he had hoped in one way that mistress would unlock the CB3000 so that nothing would be different on the ice or in the dressing room, of course she had other ideas and his devotion and respect for her was about to be proved. The other teammates usually never arrived early so he trying on his jock at home and sighing that it covered the chastity device figured that he might avoid staring eyes and questions if he were the first one in the dressing room and got changed quickly. Luck was on his side possibly not lady luck, but no other players were there as he hurried down to the dressing room and began his change to the hockey uniform. Stripping down putting on his under armor and slipping up his jock just as his line mate and closest friend on the team arrived. "Hey Jace, awful early and anxious are you?" greeting came from Norm's cheerful self. "Norm, ready for the battle tonight or are these guy's a pushover?" Jace retorted, holding back the sigh of relief for thirty seconds earlier and Norm would have seen the clear plastic bubble encasing his cock and how would he have explained himself. Hitting the ice for the skate around and warm up the device didn't seem to affect his skating or shooting again something of a huge relief for himself. The puck dropped and the game began and all was forgotten until half way through the second period sitting on the bench he looked into the stands and saw mistress and Denise sitting watching, they both gave a wave when their eyes met. His cock started to throb he had wanted this so bad to have mistress watch him play or participate in his other true passion, and here she was, full concentration to stop the blood from flowing for the pain would affect his game. The rest of the game became a blur as his mental power was used to stop the erection and wondering how embarrassed mistress was going to make him public humiliation in front of his peers would be something he did not fathom or embrace for hockey and these guys had know idea of his kink. Sitting there after the game which they won sharing the brown pops having laughs and reliving the goals, the stops, the guys had no idea of the churning and grinding going on inside his body, he felt like the ingredients of a smoothie in a blender the ice cubes being sliced and diced and conformed into a slushy substance mixed with the fruit and the yogurt, what was in store for him, and how hot Denise looked sitting beside mistress. Changing last to avoid the stares and glares and forgoing the usual shower with the knowledge that the water was now cold at the arena after 14 guys had been in every week one last guy always lost out. Bag over shoulder sticks in hand he garnered the courage to head out to the lobby and then to his car or to wherever mistress chooses to have him go. Turning from the hallway stopped dead in his tracks Norm, Mistress and Denise were all huddled together in conversation. Approaching with caution and fear, Mistress saw him first and came right over giving a hug and a kiss on the cheek. During the hug he could feel Mistress make sure her thigh rubbed against his loins as if checking to make sure that he had the device on. "Just go along with everything like a good boy!" she whispered in his ear. Taking his hand leading him back to Norm and Denise. The two of them had a good conversation going on, and Mistress just smiled as she slid up to Norm it almost looked like she stroked his ass. Denise came over smiling with that melting look of her's; bringing back the flood of memories of the threesome we had that first meeting at Mistress's house. She gave him a peck on the other cheek in a way of welcoming. "We have invited Norm over to the roadhouse to join us in wings and a beverage or two." Mistress parlayed. "I will go with Norm in his car and Denise and you can follow in yours." she clearly stated. "How did the two of you get here then?" Jace asked "A friend from work lives near by so she dropped us off," Denise replied grabbing his two sticks and carrying them out to the parking lot. As normal for Denise and Jace, Mistress did the ordering he was kind of surprised that Norm was caught up in this and did not order for himself. The wings came and so did the pitcher of draft. Mistress was beside Norm and showing him lots of attention, Jace wondered was this to make him jealous or what her motive was the only thing he knew was to be a good boy and not make waves or spoil Mistress's evening. Denise constantly was putting her hand on his thigh between the knee and hip squeezing even ever so often he was curious if she knew he was wearing the device. He was glad for Mistress's text messages on the pager all week long preparing him and helping him get used to control all by his lonesome as not to let the snake get hard well caged up. Oh how sexy Denise was the look in her eye so alive, her mouth with just a slight pout so kissable, and her smell so floral and arousing. The food cleared away and a second pitcher of draft on the table as the DJ started to take over as the supper crowd thinned and the night crowd sauntered in, the fast songs Mistress talked over not including Denise or him into much of the conversation it seemed she had her sights set on Norm this evening. The firs slow song of the evening started and Mistress reached across the table and took his hand leading him onto the dance floor. Her perfume filling his head with swirling thoughts of lust as her soft breasts bore into his chest and her grinding hips swayed and rubbed his member in all its plastic around and around knowing she was angling it against her clit trying to bring her self off in a mini climax. She just looked him straight in the eyes and through the power of suggestion and her grinding ways let him know that the pleasure she felt in the way he was behaving him self. Curling her fingers into his hair grabbing it and forcing it to the right to see Norm and Denise in the dark corner of the dance floor grinding into each other, their faces locked in a lip embrace that seemed to have a soulful tongue exchange going on. Music breaking for a moment we all headed back to the table and Denise and Mistress headed to the girls room while the two gents sat back down at the table. Norm could not say enough about his two female friends and how lucky it must be to have such hip ladies interested. Norm told him about how Mistress was explaining about her house and the fact she was lucky enough to have a few pokers in the fire and that life was treating her very kindly. He could see in Norm's eyes the sparkle of desire, and then it was quickly over to the hot mouth and body of Denise did he know if she was seeing anyone or married or what was her story and oh god could she kiss. Just then the ladies returned with them resuming the same chairs Mistress had something up her corset he could just feel it in every bone of his body. "Lets go back to the house for a nightcap, would you be able to join us Norm?" with such a deep seductive voice that could melt butter Mistress queried. "I do not see any reason why not," Norm, answered the whole time looking at Denise, this seemed to irritate Mistress. "Jace you take Denise and I will go with Norm because we both know where were going," came the words like syrup out of Mistress's beautiful mouth. Once in the car Denise sitting with her back against the door and just staring at him, almost like in a trance, once the car was in gear and moving along the road she spoke, "Mistress does not want us to strip when we enter." "Guess she does not want Norm to know how we play?" he responded. The short drive only took a few minutes pulling in front of the house just before Norm and Mistress arrived we were on the driveway when Norm opened his door and stepped out his jeans showing a slight wet spot and obvious tenting. Rushing to the other side opening the door for Mistress offering her his hand to help guide her out of the car, being rewarded with a deep smile. The curious nature of what the evening held ahead was driving him delirious without a hint from Mistress and no, info from Denise he just continued being the good boy following the lead set out by the lady whom was his center of the universe. Once inside the spacious living room the memories of where this all started brought a smile to his face, Norm seemed in a state of sexual readiness and Denise just followed and did as Mistress instructed. Denise and Mistress left us in the room alone and Norm possibly due to what happened on the drive over was not talkative and Jace lost in the thoughts and wonders of this evening did not start up a conversation before the girls returned with the drinks. Turning on her stereo the music was soft and relaxing in the background almost hypnotic in fact, Mistress letting Denise sit beside Norm and very close so that their thighs were pressed against one another the heat rising could be felt in the arm chair beside the loveseat. Mistress rose and positioned herself behind the loveseat, and covered Norms head with a hood the only cutouts were the mouth and two small breathing holes. Motioning to us she took Norm by the hands and started towards the stairs to the dungeon. Moving her head the signal for us to follow was evident without a word being spoken. Denise and Jace followed their Mistress like two puppy dogs wagging their tails hoping for a treat or a soft pat. Once in the dungeon Mistress raised Norms hands and bound his wrists together and tied him to a overhang ring and started the ritual of stripping him, one button at a time and with her long nails painted such a crimson colour making contact with each inch of skin exposed. Reaching the last button pulling his shirt from the waistband of his jeans she bunched it up and using thin leather strings secured it out of harms way leaving the chest and back exposed to the dungeon air. "My pets strip from me NOW!" she commanded as her fingers stroked and fondled Norms nipples and then slowly made circles down towards his belt line and back up the magnificent tease of the male skin by an artist of sexual deviant ways. Norm's chest the canvas and Mistress's fingers the artist's brush. Shed of our clothes the shocked look in both Denise and Jace's eyes as they simultaneously saw the chastity devices protecting their Mistress's toys. The haunting laughter erupting from the lungs and throat of Mistress must have curdled the contents of Norm's stomach by the sounds that he was emitting. Hanging there in complete darkness Norm looked like a kidnapped slave found by Mistress to bring about whatever she desired. Slowly and antagonizing the manipulation of this abducted friend and teammate of Jace all planned because his Mistress listened to the exploits of Friday night hockey something she was not part of in his life, now she was making it her business to control this also. Undoing the belt and the button Mistress dropped his jeans to his ankles and then without fanfare did the same to the boxers, and ordering Denise to remove them from the ankles. Producing a spreader bar she positioned Norm's legs to the desired width she wanted. "I think you both can see how aroused I made our tied up guest on the short drive over here." Mistress talking like a teacher before a class no real emotion or tone in the words just stating facts. "My fingers have kept this pathetic excuse for a cock erect well the two of you obedient pets disrobed," she continued in the same monotone. "In a moment or two I may or may not let him see the lengths that the two of you have gone for me," the dialect or lesson continued. "Jace originally I was going to test your jealousy and have you tied to a chair while I let your friend have his way with Me, and then see how good of teammates you could have been satisfying My needs," she explained. "Then he spoiled it by lusting after my love and first and devoted female pet!" this was spoken with an anger I had never felt or heard from Mistress before. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of the man now definitely in kidnap mode the stroking up and down with each sentence and then the squeezing at the head or the base to stop the sensations the blueness starting to colour around his sac and the veins along his length. With her free hand she motioned Jace over and pointing to the pocket at the side of her left breast on the leather corset indicating the key to the padlock locking the CB3000 in place. Taking the key freeing him-self she smiled at the fact he was not hard the device had taught him control and at the same time protected her prized possession from spilling any seed. Next she allowed Denise to take off her belt letting fresh air swirl around and sooth the swollen lips that had been confined in leather for the same length of time as the snake had been caged. Letting both her pets help her out of the leather corset and becoming more vocal, she let go of the abducted one as she started to play with the two as a reward for wearing the devices in such earnest and without whining, and begging to have them removed. Changing direction in mid stroke she removed the hood and let the boy see the naked flesh inches away but untouchable. Placing a ball gag in his mouth she led the other two over to the bed positioned at a direct angle so that his hanging carcass could not avoid seeing the action about to unfold. Mistress lay prone on her back as the two pets attended to her needs. Her female pet started kissing and licking all along her pussy lips, as the male pet sucked and played with the elongated nipples getting harder and more erect with each suck and roll. Mistress took hold of his member and brought it to her lips and began to caress it with a tenderness until the lust took over and then the rapid sucking and deep penetration into her oral cavity as she drew his cock closer to orgasm her eyes watched with amazement as the kidnapped man seemed to show all the signs of a voyeur. Motioning for Jace to take Denise as she needed some stroking and Mistress knew Denise brought her off even better when being taken by someone at the same time. He moved down and spreading Denise wide slowly pushed his hardened steel like shaft into the familiar velvet tunnel. With each thrust in and pull back Denise moaned into Mistress's hot pussy, and her tongue danced and darted touching all the inner walls and the tip flicking the g-spot over and over driving the orgasm of Mistress to higher heights. Mistress watching with interest saw the twitching and spasms of the hanging kidnapped victim, his thrusting hips into the air, the rolling back into his head of eyeballs exposing the whites, the scrapping along the floor of the spreader bar, Mistress had finally found a true cuckold one that did not need to be trained a natural for these movements only personified once the two pets started to copulate. Norm was totally taken by Denise and that kiss on the dance floor and now seeing her fucked by his friend he could not hold back his sexual darkness, Mistress encouraging verbally the two pets to finish and find their own climaxes. Denise moaned and groaned a deeper vibration bringing Mistress over the edge and her cries of pleasure music to his ears brought him exploding filling the pussy of his sister pet. The same time jets of seed shot like a cannon from Norm falling short of the bed that the three of them had just shared their orgasms on. The devious twist of Mistress had worked out better than she had dreamed of. Always the one to reward her pets, she tapped Denise and sent her over to Norm and told her to pleasure him, as she pulled Jace up to her kissing him and then flipping him onto his back mounting his hard cock and riding him faster and harder than ever before. She had flipped him around so that she could stare into his friends eyes as her other pet sucked him into a complete submissive space. Mistress K had discovered and brought into her little fold a new member that she could tease and humiliate as her pet and her had fun. Mistress Katherine I suppose I should start at the beginning, but the beginning wasn't a very good start for me. I hadn't had good luck with Mistresses, because the ones I chose required a high tolerance for pain. And I wasn't one for being bruised and decorated with welts. So, I I'll start the night I met Mistress Katherine. It was a private club in Chicago that I had attended with previous Dommes. Oh, my ex- Dommes were there on occasion, and they respected my privacy. I wasn't talked about disrespectfully (that I know of). But others knew me there already; especially the female subs. We would sit on the couch in one corner of the dungeon and talk until one (or more) was snatched away to play. Sometimes I was invited by their Domme to join in, always with the discussion of what would be done beforehand, unless they knew me. Well, this was a Friday night. I was not wearing leather (well, on the outside, anyway) as I belonged to no one at the moment, but I was wearing tan pleated dress pants and a white shirt open to the middle of my chest and un-tucked (as was the least to be expected of a submissive male here). This club was my favorite. It was dimly lit, and when you entered, the first thing you saw was the lobby. The lobby was graced by a long, non-alcoholic bar. Immediately in front of the bar was a seating area, with couches, cushioned chairs and a few tables. The shiny black linoleum floor was speckled with throw rugs for subs that sat next to, or at their dominants feet. As a rule, the chairs were used by Dommes and the couches were for subs, unless a Dominant decided otherwise and took a seat on the couch. In this case, it was usually to gather more than one sub to them. Subs rarely took to the chairs unless there was no more room and generally vacated them quickly if a Dominant requested (or even got close for some). To the left corner, was the first play room. This one was for bondage-style play, with ringed tables and horses, crosses, frames and open areas for simple tying with ropes or leather. In the far corner ahead, there was the medical and water play rooms. The far right offered a number of smaller rooms with bondage furniture that could be moved about. The rooms also offered fasteners on the walls. There were doors on these rooms that made play very private and personal. Tonight, there were more new faces than usual. One especially caught my eye. She was at the bar talking to another Mistress. She was a submissive's walking wet dream. The only place I'd seen someone that looked that beautiful, wearing that type of outfit, was in a Domination Magazine. She was sitting at the end of the bar closest to the sub couch, and the Domme she was talking to was at the end of the bar. She was beautiful. She had raven black hair, wavy and silky, that flowed to the middle of her back. I could tell, even by the dim light of the bar that her eyes were dark. That was always a weakness for me. I have an uncanny ability to read a lot of people by their eyes, except when they were so dark you could hardly see their pupils. Her face was perfect, with ruby red lipstick that almost glowed. She was wearing a black and red corset, part leather and part latex. Her breasts were large and fit all so well into the outfit. Then her legs... I have always been a leg man, but again, it's one of my weaknesses. I love oral servitude. The more she demands, the more passionately I serve. This woman's legs were perfect; long, shapely and sexy, wrapped in back, fish-net stockings and shiny red high-heeled leather boots. I know she glanced at me and caught me looking, but just smiled and continued her conversation. "Hi!" I was startled out of my stare by a cute little collared blonde. "Hello there!" I replied, turning to look at her. She was young. She looked like a college girl. She had bright green eyes and long blonde curly hair to the middle of her back She had a pretty little smile and a VERY sexy petite body wrapped up in a leather bra and miniskirt that could not help but reveal a tiny view of red panties. I caught myself and looked back up at her. "I'm Abrielle," she said "and you are?" "I'm Devoue," I replied, "nice to meet you!" Abrielle reached up and ran her fingers through my hair looking at it. "I like your hair! Most Mistresses like long hair on male submissives." "Thank you! I'll take that as a compliment. And I REALLY love your hair. I love long hair to begin with, and your curls are really nice." She blushed a little and smiled. "Mistress likes to curl my hair." She put her hand down with the other in her lap. "May I ask you something?" "Sure!" I replied. "Well a couple of things," she said grinning sheepishly. "I can't believe you're not collared. Do you have a Mistress here?" The question caught me a little by surprise. Usually subs would talk about other things and not get personal so quickly; but this one was bubbly, and I could see it was just her personality. "No, actually, My last Mistress and I parted about 3 weeks ago." "Ah! So you're here looking for a Domme!" she quipped. I flinched at her question, but replied "Well, I'm visiting. I used to come here often. If I happen to meet a Domme, I may be...." "That's cool!" she interrupted, "I usually don't see too many un-collared male subs in these places. Not that we come to these places often. I don't think we go out to clubs often enough, well I don't come along often enough anyway. Sometimes Mistress will take one of the others. But I really don't mind too much because we can find other things to do, or Mistress will give us things to do while she's gone. I..." She stopped for a second, blushed again, realizing she was rambling. "Sorry. Mistress says I go on too much." I laughed. "It's ok, you're cute and I like talking to you." Her eyes lit up and she blushed again. "So how old are you, may I ask?" "I'm 23." I replied. "One year older than me!" she smiled again. "Do you live in Chicago?" "You ARE full of questions, aren't you?" . She got a look of apprehension on her face. "Oh, I'm not being too nosy, am I?" I laughed again. "No, just teasing. I live in the Southwest Suburbs" "Our house is in the Southwest suburbs!" she said almost bouncing on the couch, "What do you do for a living?" "I work on computers." I replied. "Nice!" she said. She sat quietly for a moment, "Excuse me! I'll be right back!" She got up and headed toward one of the playrooms. I turned back to look at the Domme of my dreams, but she was gone from the bar. I looked around but didn't see her. I'd hoped she hadn't left. In the back of my mind, I seriously doubted she would accept me, anyway. Not necessarily because of my looks, because I was an athletic young guy at the time, but because of my limits. After being turned down on a few occasions and released twice, I was used to rejection; but I enjoyed the club, just because of the D/s, BDSM atmosphere and the occasional invitation to play. I sat back on the couch, took a deep breath, put my head back and enjoyed the view. "Hi again!" This time Abrielle flew over the back of the couch next to me and bounced on the seat. She startled me again. "Well, hello again!" I laughed. She looked down and bit her lip as if she was nervous. "I asked my Mistress to come and meet you. I hope you don't mind!" "Of course not!" It would be interesting to see who owned this little hand grenade waiting for a place to explode. She jumped to her feet. "Here she comes already... that was fast..." I also stood to my feet. I couldn't believe it. The Domme approaching us from the play room was the one I was admiring; her hips swaying gracefully as she grew closer. I lowered my eyes to the floor. I could hear her heels click on the linoleum as she came nearer to us. She stopped in front of me, standing silently. I could see her stockings and red boots, one turned outward slightly. I waited for permission to speak. "Hmmmmmmm...." She said, and began walking around me. She finished her walk around and stopped again. "Hello, love. What's your name?" "Devoue, My Lady, most call me Dev." She put her fingernails under my chin and raised my head. "You may look at me when I'm talking to you. I prefer it" she said calmly. I looked up and into her eyes. They were so dark and deep that I felt as if my soul had been drawn into them in the single glance. I went weak. In seconds that small Domme smile appeared on her face. She knew I was under her control already, simply with her gaze. She moved very close, her head tilting forward slowly, looking down into my eyes as I stood transfixed on hers. She moved her hand from under my chin, placed her nails gently behind my ear and dragged her nails down my neck, across and up behind the other ear. This sensation combined with her sensual, controlling stare made me draw a slow deep breath. Her perfume filled my nostrils, only adding to her control. I began to tremble. I knew I was being tested. She smiled wider. "Amusing, love. Do you know what Devoue, means in French?" Her breath was minty and cool. I almost whispered, a combination of apprehension, her control and her closeness. "No, My Lady, I don't." I actually never knew it meant anything. She brushed the back of her hand against my cheek lightly. "It means "dutiful", love; Obedient, compliant, loyal. Is that what you are?" I swallowed. Her control was incredible. I couldn't take my eyes off of hers. "I am, My Lady." I whispered. She tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow. "Indeed?" she said softly. She finally broke her stare and I could breathe once more. She searched my face with her eyes and ran her fingers thought my hair from the temples, lifting it out to its length behind my head. She let it fall and looked down the front of me; then looked back into my eyes. Instantly I succumbed to her stare again. Never had I been taken control of so easily; by any Domme. She placed her hand into my shirt, the back of it against me and stroked my chest. Slowly, she moved down and began un-buttoning the rest of the buttons on my shirt. She stepped back, pulled my shirt open and looked at me a moment, then stepped up close to my face again. "You're very attractive, love. And you have no Mistress?" she asked calmly. "No, My Lady." I replied weakly. She smiled again, tilted her head back, keeping eye contact. "So tell me, love, do you find me pretty?" It sounded like such a silly question to me, but softly, respectfully, I replied "Yes, My Lady, I do." She smiled wider. "Tell me what you find so enticing about me." She ordered gently. I hesitated. I found EVERYTHING about her enticing. Where would I start? She sensed the hesitation. Her voice grew firm. In contrast to the calm, soft voice she was using until then it sent a chill down my spine. "There are some things I demand from my submissives; two of the most important things, are honesty and expediency. I find when used together, they produce the most effective results. So answer my question NOW, love" The response was instant; practically without thought. "Y-Your eyes, My Lady", I stuttered out. "And why do you find them enticing?" she asked calmly once more. I noticed the room had become quiet. I knew we were being watched. This had happened before, but this time it was different. It usually happened in a room during a scene that others found particularly interesting. This time, those that knew me, and those that didn't were watching a test. My trembling grew visible. I muttered in one word answers, struggling to simply state my feelings. "Deep, dark, beautiful... controlling" I whispered nervously. She smiled slightly again. "And what else do you find enticing about me?" she asked. "Your hair, My Lady" "And why?" "Long, dark, wavy and silky, My Lady" The smile playing across her lips grew slightly wider. "And what else?" I realized quickly where the questions were leading. My mind raced. She was waiting to hear something more obvious, something that might be harder for me to say. I was struggling for a proper way to say it. I was so nervous and pressed for time. I blurted out the most proper way I could find to say it. "Your figure, My Lady" I said exhaling. It had to be appropriate. Then I saw her smile grow very wide. I knew in that instant what I had done. I had been so worried about how to say that one thing that I failed to realize that I would open myself up to much more than I had intended. She gently placed the back of her hand against my cheek and began brushing softly. She hesitated deliberately as she spoke, as if she knew what I was thinking; she knew, that I was aware I had fallen for her trap. "And what is it... that you find... enticing... about my figure?" I swallowed hard. My ears were burning; my face and neck went flush. How could I explain without being disrespectful? What were the proper words? My mind raced once more. She sensed my hesitation. With a serious voice, but still smiling with a slightly evil look in her eyes, she spoke, "I won't wait, love. Tell me now, or lose your chance!" I took a deep breath, I was going to do this the only way I knew how, and I was going to get it out all at once. "Your breasts, My Lady, firm, full, beautiful. Your waist, slim. Your hips, proportionately stunning. Your legs, long supple, perfect." I blurted it out in one breath. I was beyond trembling and was shaking now. She nodded, keeping her smile. She stood quietly for a few moments, reveling in my nervousness. Finally, she squeezed my cheeks so my lips formed a pucker. "See, now love? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Small giggles circulated about the room as she let go, turned around, took a couple of steps and turned back. "Let's talk, love". I gradually got my breath (and I'm sure my color) back. "Yes, My Lady" Katherine turned and sat on a cushioned chair and motioned to her left side. I knelt on the throw rug beside her. "Abrielle?" she motioned to her right. Abrielle quickly obeyed. She turned back to me. "Sit, please, love." I sat, crossing my legs. "So, love, why is it you have no Mistress at the moment?" Bringing it up caused two responses, one of guilt and sorrow for my failure; and the other of fear of this relationship ending now. But I knew I had to answer quickly. I swallowed hard, looked down at the floor and mumbled my response. "I failed my Mistress, My Lady". She reached down under my chin and turned my head up to look at her again. "Look at me, Devoue". Her eyes were more compassionate this time. "You were dismissed, then?" Looking up at her, the question only supported my fear of rejection once more. "Y-Yes, My Lady" "And what was the reason?" she asked calmly. I almost looked away again, embarrassed, but remembered and kept my gaze to her eyes. "My low tolerance for pain, My Lady. She wasn't satisfied with me." Her head went back as if in acknowledgement. "Ahhhh, and did you explain this to her before she took you?" I sighed. They were always the same questions, and it was my fault. "No, My Lady, I didn't know she expected it." She nodded. "You'll know better now, won't you?" "Yes, My Lady." She crossed her legs and leaned closer. "Tell me, love. How did it make you feel to be dismissed?" I sighed again, the pain making its way into my chest. "I'm ok, My Lady". She smiled and shook her head. "Don't lie, love. I can see it in your eyes. You have to be honest with me, remember? Now tell me, how did it make you feel?" I took a deep breath. "I was hurt, My Lady, deeply, and it still pains me." She smiled softly. "I see that." She placed her elbow on the armrest of the chair and put her chin her hand, looking down at me. "Did she ask you about your limits to pain specifically when you talked?" I thought back. "No, My Lady, but..." "That was also her job, Devoue. Tolerance to pain is very important to discuss before one accepts a submissive. Now that you know you should always make that information privy to a Domme, you should also know it was not all your fault. You shouldn't dwell on it." she said calmly. "Yes, My Lady." This did not resolve the question of whether or not she would be interested in me because of the issue. I think she could see the concern in my eyes. She looked away a moment, running her hand along her leg.. "Well, love, I am a sensual Dominant. My name is Katherine. I do not beat or mark my slaves," she smiled as if in thought and looked back at me, head angled, "but there are different kinds of pain; more subtle, that can be gradually adapted to, and increased as needed. Do you allow your limits to be tested, Devoue?" "Yes, My Lady. I do all I can for my Mistress." She looked over at Abrielle, who smiled up at her. Katherine smiled, sighed and looked back at me. "I'm going to the bar. I will be back in a little while," She turned back to Abrielle. "I'll let Abrielle explain how things are done at our house." Once again she turned back to me, "If you have questions I will be happy to answer them when I return." As she stood up, Abrielle and I jumped to our feet and lowered our heads. She ran her hand under my chin, then turned and walked gracefully to the bar. Abrielle grabbed my hand, practically dragged me back over to the couch, and pushed me down on it. She plopped down next to me, her curly blonde hair bouncing around playfully. She was smiling like a kid that just saw the Christmas presents under the tree. "So.... What do you want to know?" she asked. The first question was obvious to me. "Do you think she likes me?" Her eyes got wide and she had this dumbfounded look on her face. "Duh! Trust me! We wouldn't be having this conversation if she didn't! I think she finds you adorable. Like me!" she said, blushing slightly again. I think I blushed also. "Thank you!" 'What else?" "Pain?" I asked hesitantly. She smiled again. "Well, like she said, she's a sensual Domme. She doesn't believe in whips, bruises, welts and things. But she does use instruments sometimes, but in "different" ways." I swear I saw her eyes glaze over for a moment. "She's VERY good at teasing and denial." I smiled and shivered. She caught it. "Ah, you like that, too, I see." I grinned sheepishly. "What does she like to do to her submissives?" She smiled and this time her eyes did begin to glaze over. "Well, I don't see many male slaves. The only ones I've seen were visiting for training or certain types of discipline. She does get us involved with them on occasion. But she enjoys watching us do things together. Sometimes..." "Sorry... Us?" I interrupted. She snapped out of her haze for a moment. "Oh, you don't know yet. I'm one of three females in her stable," she started, "there's also Leiko, and Adrianna. Leiko is Japanese, she's also a switch..." Her eyes glazed over again. "She's good. Mistress says she was a Geisha when Mistress found her. She's uses acupressure, acupuncture, and her Nawa Shibari is incredible!" "Nawa Shibari?" "Oh, Japanese Rope Bondage... she ties you up loose or tight; good knots! She leaves areas protruding and exposed, making them REAL sensitive to the touch. She can tie you TO things too, she can tie you suspended, she can even just tie you up lying where you are; but wherever or however, you're not going anywhere! You're helpless and open to any sensual form of touching." "Geez... and accupuncture?" Mistress Katherine "Oooooo," she started, "That's crazy. The needles really don't hurt. Sometimes you don't even feel them. But the thing is, she knows how to place them. So... you do like Teasing and Denial?" "One of my favorites." She smiled big. "I saw her put pins in a male near his balls. His Mistress had given him Viagra before the session. Mistress Katherine and us, we all took turns doing what we wanted playing with his... cock. He could only get about half an erection, but you could tell that what he was feeling was incredible. The slightest touch or lick would make him moan and squirm. And fervent sucking! He would spasm, begging to cum! When we would stop sucking, he would be shaking so bad and gasping. I know what it's like! She's done it to us!" She looked at me and smiled a little and bit her lip. "Here's the thing... the reason he only got half an erection and the reason he was going crazy, was because the pins were keeping him just short of cumming. His cock was pumping; Leiko said it was because his balls were filling with cum, but he couldn't ejaculate. He was always on the edge. We took turns for THREE hours!" She smiled. I blinked at her. She was all hazy again, just thinking about it. To tell the truth, it was a little unnerving. Not really her excitement, but the situation I was walking into. I was used to being with a Mistress alone. Female subs might be invited at a club, but rarely in our private play at home, much less, three. Don't get me wrong. It's not that the concept was unappealing. It just struck me as possibly being a bit overwhelming. I had drifted away in my mind. "Dev?" I looked at her again. "Oh, sorry! Just thinking." She smiled knowingly, her bright green eyes sparkling. "What else do you want to know?" "Tell me everything she likes from you." She grinned. "Normally or sexually?" I blinked again and grinned myself. "Well, let's start with normally." She thought for a second. "Well, we keep house for her. She expects that. She likes when it's clean. We take care of the flowers and yard, except for the lawn. Someone comes and does that." She raised an eyebrow. "But maybe she'll have you do that if you're there. Adrianna is our cook, she prepares excellent meals. Leiko fixes oriental dishes sometimes. We do the laundry for her and press and hang her things. She has some beautiful clothes; even her business clothes are nice." "Business... what does she do?" "She's a financial consultant. She works all over, helping companies get their accounts and finances in order. She also helps them get an accounting department started, if they need it. She helps set up staff, trains them... well you get the idea." "What do you for work if you do all those things for her?" She blinked. "We don't work outside. We're busy enough!" she giggled. This was another shocker. "None of you work outside?" "Of course not! Mistress takes care of everything we need! Food, clothing, a roof, everything is provided." I blinked again. "You don't go out for anything?" She laughed. "Silly! Of course we can go out. We're not prisoners. We must have our chores done, ask if she has need of us, ask permission to go, tell her where we're going and how long we'll be gone. Not because she's nosy, but because she worries about us. For that reason, all she requires is that at least two of go out together at a time, so we can watch out for each other. Many times, all three of us go out." "Wow... what do you do for money?" "We each have an account that we save in. Mistress has a lot of money; some from her parents and grandparents. She's had her business for years. She has others that work for her and actually run her business more or less when she's not there. She's very intelligent that way. She keeps watch on her business by way of her laptop. If she sees a problem, she'll go in or call and get the details remedied." She looked at me seriously. "She's VERY smart. Don't try to put anything past her. I swear she reads minds sometimes." My mind raced back to her test. "Oh, I could tell that already" "She likes horse-back riding, swimming, the beach, working out.... I think she comes up with new experiences all the time. She likes to take us sometimes, for the fun. She likes us to brush her hair. Leiko gets to do that more often, but we all do get turns. Her hair is always so soft, thick and beautiful." She stopped and glanced at me. "I see by your introduction, you like her hair, too. Don't worry about that scene. I think you did real well. She seemed impressed." I was beginning to think this was too good to be true. The thought crossed my mind that she may expect me to quit my job if I moved in with her. I was mostly an independent consultant and my time was mine, but I wasn't sure how I could take that. I shifted the conversation. "And sexually?" She smiled and that haze started drawing back over her eyes. "Mmmmmm.... She adores foot-worship. I love her feet. She calls on me most often for that, but will call the others sometimes. Leiko is a GREAT foot massager. She showed me how to do it. When she did it to me, I just didn't want to put my feet back on the floor, they felt so good." I had never done that before. I had licked Dommes boots, but never worshipped their feet. "She also appreciates oral servitude. She doesn't demand it often..." she blushed, "I offer it more often than she demands it. I think she likes that, even though it's not always accepted." She began to drift, as she looked into empty space. "She's so insatiable then. Multiple orgasms, gentleness... and she lets herself expose her softest side. I love that. She'll call any of us for that when she wants us; sometimes more than one of us." She thought, then kept going. "She LOVES teasing. She'll take one of us alone, or she'll bring us in to tease one another, or she'll tease all of us herself. Sometimes, she and a couple of us will tease the other. It can get pretty crazy. But fun-crazy!" Now I started drifting. Could I handle this? It was fun at the club occasionally, but all the time? I must have looked confused. "Dev? Is something wrong?" I looked at her. "I don't know. I don't think so. It's kind of a lot to take in." Her jaw dropped. What's wrong? I didn't scare you off, did I? I didn't mean to..." "Abrielle, my dear... what have you told our poor Devoue?" Katherine had returned unexpectedly. We both jumped off the couch and took our positions. "I don't think I said any... I hope I didn't say anything wrong, Mistress." She smiled softly and sat down, motioning to her sides. We sat next to her again. She turned and looked down at me. She asked softly, "So love, is there something that disturbs you?" One look into her eyes again, and it felt like everything was perfect. "No, My Lady. I'm fine." She sighed, placed her fingernails under my chin and drew closer. "Devoue, is this what happened with your previous Domme? Did you hide your feelings and thoughts because you were captivated by her, or afraid of her? Don't do this to yourself, love. You must be open and honest, no matter what you feel." I believe she saw the concern in my eyes again as I looked at her. She sighed, and moved her fingertips to my cheek. "Confidence, love. Don't let bad experiences rule your life. A Dominant wants a submissive that is sure of them self; that knows their worth." She was right, of course; even as she spoke those words, I felt my reactions were making her slip away. "I'm sorry, My Lady." "About what, love?" "My lack of confidence, My Lady." She leaned back in her chair and began slowly running her hand over her thigh again. "Then tell me love. What concerns you? If you have questions, ask them." I took a deep breath. "My Lady, I understand your submissives live with you, and don't have outside jobs. Is that what you expect of me?" She cocked her head, and raised an eyebrow. "Would you prefer not to?" Again, I feared my answer would put a stop to it all, but I thought carefully. "I think I could, My Lady, my job is independent. I have no one to report to, but..." She leaned close again. "But it's a big step, isn't it?" she asked, as if she know what was on my mind. "Yes, My Lady." She smiled and leaned back. "You're right, it is...." I held my breath as she thought. "How about middle ground then, love? You can stay with us, but go when you need to work. It will accomplish two things; you will still be able to work, and you will see how we live. You will meet all of us and learn all about us. If in time, you would like to stay full time, you may work for me. I may even be able to use your skills in my business. I could use someone who knows computers to help me with my contacts." Abrielle had obviously told her of my profession. I heard a small huff from Abrielle. Katherine laughed lightly. "He would be with us often, little one," she looked at me, "I think Abrielle is already jealous of your time." Abrielle blushed. "So, love, what other concerns are there?" I hesitated, and replied "My Lady, will I fit in? I mean you have never had a male of your own with the others. Will they accept me? And... well... do you think I could handle it?" She smiled at Abrielle and shook her head, then looked back at me. "I love this little one much, but she does go on. You would be new, Devoue. You would not be rushed into new things too quickly, if that's what you wish. There would be play, however; you're certainly not afraid of that?" I smiled sheepishly. "No, My Lady, not at all" "Then you will fit in, and everyone will accept you," she glanced at Abrielle again, "one, perhaps more than the others." Abrielle looked innocently upward. "Now, the last question, I believe was "Do you think I can handle it?", wasn't it? " "Yes, My Lady" She smiled. It was a confusing look, half amusement and half slightly evil. She leaned toward me again, looking into my eyes. "Now that, love, is for us to determine, isn't it? I think you can handle it. I'll be sure you can. In all honesty," the evil grew more present in her eyes, "it will be my job to make sure you're always on the edge of what you can handle. It's more fun that way, isn't it love?" Her eyes were burning into mine, but her words excited me, driving my desire outward. "Yes, My Lady, indeed" She leaned back, again, sensing she had made her point, and obviously noting I was becoming more comfortable. "Anything else, love?" "No, My Lady." She rested her elbows at the arms of the chair, clasped her hands together in her lap and looked at Abrielle. "Then what shall we do with this one, tonight, my dear? I've talked to some that know him, and it seems he has a reputation for being a good toy." I blinked. She hadn't been idle while we were talking. Abrielle's eyes lit up. She was ready for anything. "Ooooo, Mistress, can we?" Katherine looked at me. "I think I have another test for him," she looked back at Abrielle, "shall we see where he stands?" Abrielle put a hand over her mouth and giggled. "That would be fun, My Lady!" She turned back to me. "I trust you're at least wearing underwear, love. I like my toys nearly, if not all the way naked." I had worn a loin cloth beneath my pants, as so many Dommes enjoyed. "Yes, My Lady" I replied nervously. "Well, then what are you waiting for? You have my permission to stand!" Abrielle smiled and watched intently as I stood and removed all clothes but the loincloth. Katherine stood and ran her fingernails across my shoulders, down my back and over my rear. She started walking away and crooked her finger at me. "This way, love." We were heading to the bondage room. Abrielle was so close behind me, I thought she would step on my heels. We walked into the room and Katherine stopped to look over the cross. "Yes... this will do well," she looked at me with an evil little smile. "Wait here." Abrielle looked at me and giggled, following her Mistress. She went to speak to another Domme. I recognized her as Lady Anne. She had played with me before here, as well as her sub, Dawn. This must have been one of the people Katherine talked to about me. After a moment, the two Dommes walked over to a bag that Katherine promptly removed cuffs and ropes from. They walked over toward me, talking. Katherine stopped next to me, gave me a playful slap on my rear and pointed at the cross. "I hear you know the drill!" I grinned weakly. "Yes, My Lady" I stood up, back to the cross and assumed the position. The Dommes started buckling the cuffs to my wrists. As was usual about this point, my heart started racing. They fastened the ropes to the cuffs. That nervous, excited feeling of being totally at someone's control took over as they lifted my arms and passed the ropes through the loops at the top of the cross, pulling them snug and tying them securely. Lady Anne winked at me with her own evil smile as they both bent down and began buckling the remaining cuffs to my ankles. "Hi! I'm Dawn!" She came out of nowhere and was addressing herself to Abrielle. She looked at me with a sexy smile and waved. Dawn was a doll; a little older than me, maybe 25. She had straight red hair that ran all the way to her waist, when it was down. Her eyes were ever changing from brown, to hazel, to a dark green. She had European features that made her look both beautiful and mysterious; her lips were pink, full and inviting. She was almost a head taller than me, barefooted. But the thing that drove me crazier more than anything, of course, was her long beautiful legs and perfect breasts. Lady Anne is more than aware of her endowments and uses them in most tantalizing ways to tease. My attention wavered as I felt my legs drawn apart to the bottom corners of the cross. I flexed my hands in apprehension and excitement as they secured the ropes. I looked back at the girls. Dawn had taken Abrielle a few steps away, and they were whispering so I couldn't hear. They giggled as my view was suddenly blocked by Katherine. She was close, and her eyes again latched onto mine, taking control of my soul; and again, her perfume wafted into my nostrils as she spoke. "Now, love, let's see where you stand." I didn't understand yet what she meant, but I trusted her. My heart was racing as she stepped over and spoke to Lady Anne, leaving me bound and pondering about her statement. Lady Anne nodded, looked back at me smiling, and walked back over by where she was before. Katherine took a folding chair, opened it and placed in right in front of me. She sat down, crossed her legs and looked at me for a few moments, smiling that little evil smile that Dommes were so good at. This only intensified my feelings. Finally, she spoke up. "Girls?" The two girls who were still talking with their backs to us jumped to her side. "Yes, Mistress?" Abrielle asked quickly. "Abrielle, I take it you explained what I want to Dawn?" "Yes, Mistress." I could hear her trying to suppress her excitement. Katherine looked up at me, tilted her had back; her look became mildly serious. "Just relax, Devoue. Don't struggle, don't resist. Stay perfectly still. I would prefer that stress not affect this test. You understand?" "Yes, My Lady" Still looking me, she said "All right girls, then let's start with step one, shall we?" The two girls cam up to the cross looking at me like cats sneaking up on their prey. Abrielle stopped in front of me but slightly to my right, so Katherine could plainly see me. She put her right hand up on the cross and brought her lips right up to my ear. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she breathed, "do you know what we're going to do YOU, baby?" The shock of both her hot breath and tone of voice pierced me, sending shivers down my spine. I hardly got a grasp on it when Dawn slunk around behind the cross and her lips nearly brushing my other ear. "You're ours! We're going to make you cum right here in front of everyone, this time, baby." I was already well aware of Dawns abilities, and the next shiver raised goose-bumps as their words heated me up. I forced myself to look back at Katherine, whose eyes were fixed on my loincloth. Instantly, I knew what kind of test this was. I knew what she meant by "See where you stand", or maybe "didn't stand" as the case may be. I had a previous Domme that was very firm in her rule of no erections until she wanted them. She taught me concentration techniques that were pretty effective in controlling it when there was no physical contact. She even pushed them into physical contact sometimes to see if I had improved. Failure sometimes resulted in temporary chastity. In any case, I put those techniques to work. I leaned my head back a bit and closed my eyes about halfway. I had found that if I closed my eyes all the way, the Dommes suspected what I was doing and told me to open them. Halfway, they thought I was just enjoying myself. I shut myself down to the words. I heard them, but I was able to control my reaction to them. They weren't touching me yet, but Dawn spoke again, as Abrielle took a slow walk around the cross. "Mmmmm... we're going to tease you and play with you. You're going to get so hard!" Her words were not so much the distraction as was her lips so close to my ear. Abrielle made her tour around the cross and brought her face up next to mine, the same ear. "And Mistress says we have permission to play. I can't wait to see how you do." Then they pushed me a little further. Dawn leaned forward from behind and they kissed, three times. I still remember vividly, each smack of their lips next to my ear took a few more seconds as they held it. I closed my eyes completely to maintain control, but reopened them halfway quickly. Abrielle had caught my response, and that was almost my undoing. She looked at Dawn and crooked her finger at her, motioning to come around the cross. They stood with their faces only an inch or so in front of mine. Abrielle linked her fingers around Dawns neck. Dawn took Abrielles' face gently in her fingertips. They brought their lips together and kissed deeply. I took a deep breath and sighed, trying not to look. They heard me and it got worse. Their tongues entwined as they separated slightly and they looked over at me, smiling. They kissed again, tongues in each others mouths; they both moaned. I raised my eyes to the ceiling, struggling to maintain control. I felt a twitch, but I was still without an erection. They pulled apart. Abrielle was changing glances, looking at Dawns lips and looking at me, smiling as Dawn spoke. "Mmmmm... she's good, Dev! She has soft lips... she kisses nice. I'll bet she's wet, now, Dev. Maybe I can ask her Mistress if I can check, hmm?" Dawn was good and more aggressive than Abrielle. She had done this before. Watching could be controlled. Blocking the words was very difficult. "Ooooooo.. really?" Abrielle was in the conversation again. "I think you'll find I'm wet. Let me see...." She reached down into her leather miniskirt and touched herself. Bringing her hand out, she smelled her fingertips. My heart began pounding. This was a bad sign; I could lose it any second. They were so close, I could smell her as well, and I couldn't resist looking, as her fingertips were glistening slightly. Then Dawn gently took Abrielles hand in both of her own and smelled her fingertips. My mouth dropped open uncontrollably in awe as I knew damn well what was coming next. "Mmmmmmmm, she smells good, Dev, I wonder what she tastes like, hmm?" Abrielle was now the one with half closed eyes, biting her lower lip as Dawn pulled her fingers to her mouth. Her tongued extended and gently licked her fingertips, still watching my reaction. I saw Abrielle tremble. She was getting into this more than I think she expected. But so was I. Mistress Katherine Dawn looked down at her fingers and gently separated them. She took one finger into her mouth and gently sucked it between her lips, turning her eyes to watch me. My arms were trembling and I felt another twitch. Abrielle moaned softly. Dawn repeated the steps with each finger, moaning herself as she sucked them clean. They kissed again, tongues entwined as Dawn took, and rested Abrielles hand on her hip. Abrielle so looked like the inexperienced girl being taken by the other more aggressive one. This didn't help. Then I heard Katherine laugh. "Ok, girls, you're getting me excited. Stop a moment." The girls parted as Katherine stepped up to the cross directly in front of me. She looked down and noticed a small bulge. I had grown a little uncontrollably, but I was not at a full erection. Her eyes came back up first as she smiled, then she lifted her head to look straight at me again. "Watching the girls excited you, didn't it, love?" She touched my arms. She could tell I was trembling. "Yes, My Lady, it did." I gasped. I heard one of the girls giggle. "But it seems you managed to keep a full erection down. Very nice; I'm impressed. Now I think we'll see where you stand." She put her hand gently against my face and winked. She turned, walked back to the chair and sat down. "Girls, step two." I didn't know what step two was, but I pretty sure I wouldn't pass this one. Dawn was the first up to the cross and Abrielle was close behind. Dawn got right by my face and gently placed the hot palm of her right hand flat against my chest. As she spoke, I could smell Abrielle again on her breath. "Mmmmm... remember this, Dev? We get to touch you now. You remember how much I love to touch you, to tease you, don't you? I love to see you get hard. You're so big when you're hard." Dawn had turned up her sultry voice, but it could have been her own excitement. She really did love teasing the male subs, and she was so good at it. I twitched quickly this time as I also felt Abrielles hand moving on my thigh. Dawn grinned evilly as her warm hand began roaming my chest, fingers teasing across my nipples. She put her hands on my hips and moved her head downward, eyes locked with mine as she flicked a nipple with her tongue. I flinched and a small moan escaped my lips. Abrielle was on one knee now; both of her hands were on my thigh, front and back, caressing up to my crotch and back down, but not touching me there. Dawn licked my nipple with her tongue flat against it. That was it. I felt my knees grow weak and my erection grow hard. Dawn knew it was happening, I suspected she could feel it. She nibbled at the nipple and switched to the other quickly, repeating the same process. Abrielle reached across, putting the back of her hand against the inner thigh of my other leg and began roaming softly upward again. I think Dawn knew it was almost over. She took Abrielles hand and helped her up. She motioned her head toward me and went for my neck Abrielle followed suit on the other side. Abrielle watched as Dawn extended her tongue just above my collarbone and started licking up my neck to my ear. Abrielle giggled and did the same. If I hadn't been tied to the cross, I would have fallen. I now had a raging erection as they licked my ears, probing them. Dawn put her hand on my chest, searching out my hard nipple. She was going to get all she could out of this before.... "Ok, girls. We see where he stands now." Dawn took one more little tongue plunge into my ear and whispered "Lucky it wasn't for a long tease this time." She winked as her and Abrielle stepped away. Katherine stood in front of me again. She looked into my eyes, then looked down slowly at my fully bulging loincloth and smiled. She looked back into my eyes, tossing her beautiful hair back over her shoulders. "I think this was a little unfair." She turned and smiled playfully at Dawn. "I underestimated Anne's little girl. She's effective... Abrielle would have taken her time; she would have explored you more before pushing you." I saw Abrielle smile and blush. Katherine looked back at me. "In light of the circumstances, I think you did very well, love!" she said smiling. She turned and stepped away, then turned again. "Abrielle and I must go. I will place a card in your shirt pocket on the way out. It will have our address and phone number on it. You can make it next Friday by 8:00 I assume?" My heart raced. She wanted me over to her home! "Yes, My Lady, I can be there!" "If you can't make it, call me and tell my why," She stepped closer again, "and love, if I am not satisfied with your reason, you will not call the number again, nor will you ever visit. Is that understood?" Her tone was serious. I knew she meant it. I decided then that nothing would stop me. "Yes, My Lady, I understand." She smiled and winked and began to walk away. Abrielle ran up and kissed me on the cheek with a wild little look of excitement in her eyes, then joined her Mistress. In my excitement, I had almost forgotten. "My Lady?" She stopped and turned. I looked up at the restraints on my wrists. She looked up and raised her eyebrows. "Oh, those? You'll have to discuss those with Lady Anne. She asked if I would leave you there when I was done." I blinked as she turned and left. I looked around and I couldn't see Lady Anne. But it didn't take long. Dawn and another sub approached the cross. Dawn switched her hip to one side, tossed her long red hair over her shoulders, folded her arms and looked up at me with her evil little smile. "Hi baby... I'm back. You remember Kelly, don't you?" I grinned weakly. Indeed I did. Lady Anne came through the doorway and sat in the same chair Katherine was in. She crossed her legs and smiled. It was obvious I wasn't coming down from the cross for at least an hour, and this erection would be begging for mercy. I flexed my hands and braced as the two subs approached me. -- Introduction to My Lady's home. I was anxious all week. Even when I was on calls, I was distracted. I couldn't keep my mind on the task at hand. Now it was Friday night, I was showered and ready to go, and it was only 5:30. Katherine was only about 30 miles from me. Nothing could ease my impatience. In an effort to assure my timely departure, I felt I had exhausted everything to do. After I grew weary of pacing the floor, I watched TV. Well, I'll say I "looked" at the TV, I was too distracted to watch it. Finally, I checked my watch and it was 7:40. If I left now, I would probably be there early, but at least I would be on time. I could wait in the car. Palms sweaty, heart racing, I put my suitcase in the trunk, started the car and headed out. My mind wandered over the possibilities of this night and it made the time go quickly. Her place was only difficult to find because it was not visible from the road. If I hadn't seen her mailbox, I would have passed right by it. I turned into the driveway. All I saw ahead of me was a line of trees. I followed the driveway through them. As I continued, lights came on ahead of me, along the sides of the driveway. Of course, I realized this may not have been simply automatic light activation. Many of these detectors also notified the homeowner that someone was arriving. She may now have been aware of my early arrival. I saw the clearing ahead and lights in front of a quite large Victorian-style home. As I cleared the trees, I noticed the driveway split right and left, leading up to the front of the house. The property was beautiful. In the middle of the circle was green grass and an array of colorful flowers. The house was white, with light green trim. There was a light green awning over the door, braced by two large white posts. As I reached the front of the house, I noticed notches cut into the grass, obviously made for parking places. I backed into one of the spaces and checked my watch;15 more minutes. I looked over the front of the house. There was another array of flowers across the entire front. If the girls were taking care of these, they were doing a fantastic job. Again, there I was, sitting there looking at my watch every 10 minutes, and only one minute would go by. Finally, at 7:55, I stepped from the car and closed the door. My stomach was in knots. I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk, took a deep breath and headed for the door. As I reached up for the knocker, the door opened, and there stood Abrielle. She was wearing a white sundress, about to her knees. She looked less like the schoolgirl and more like a woman than the last time I saw her. Her blonde hair was still as curly and fresh as the last time. "I thought you were NEVER going to get out of that car!" she whispered a bit loudly. "I wasn't sure if you knew I was here yet!" I responded in like voice. She pulled me in and closed the door. She was obviously happy to see me, as her smile beamed enough to bring out a smile on my own face. "Mistress knows you're here. She'll be downstairs in a moment. Come with me." We stepped out of the small hallway and into a huge living room. There was a carpeted spiral staircase that led upstairs with hallways on either side at the top. She led me past the stairs and into a study. "Stand right here." I was standing next to a table and chairs. I set my suitcase down next to me as Abrielle slipped away through a door without another word. I stood there nervously, heart pounding in the silence as I looked around. Katherine had a lot of books; a whole wall of them. I couldn't see their titles from where I stood, but there must have been over a thousand there. The curtains on the windows appeared to be red velvet, hung to each side and tied in the middle. The floor here was dark hardwood, as opposed to the plush carpeting that was in the living room. There was a large white marble fireplace, carved in intricate design around the outer edge, with a fire going and a large circular rug in front of it. It smelled like she was burning cherry wood. The only sound I heard was the soft occasional popping of the wood. "You didn't have to wait in the car, love. You could have come in when you arrived." Katherine had come in from the living room and I hadn't heard her heels until she reached the study floor, at the same time she began talking. I turned and kneeled as she approached, lowering my head. In the only glance I had, I saw she was wearing a business suit with a mid-length skirt. As she stepped in front of me, I noticed she had black high heels and beige stockings. "Good evening, My Lady." "Very good love, and good evening. You may stand." I stood and was graced by her penetrating dark eyes once more. I noticed immediately that her hair was up. She had a drink of some kind in one hand and she offered me her other. I bowed, took it in my own and kissed it gently. When I looked back up, she was smiling wider. She walked around me and sat down in one of the chairs at the table. She pointed to the one closest to her. "Please join me, Devoue." I took the seat. I was a perplexed, as this was a little informal. The confusion was apparently showing. "Don't get used to this love, it is only until you get acquainted with the house tonight." She sat down her drink, linked her fingers together on the table and locked her eyes on mine once more. "You were timely, love. I like that. You certainly do not lack proper manners. I'm impressed. You've been taught well." She glanced at the suitcase. "I assume you brought enough for at least a few days?" "Yes, My Lady. I thought since I would be working... at least at the beginning, I could stop at my apartment if I needed something." "Very well, your room will be in the same hall as the girls. I don't expect playful visits to the other rooms by anyone without my knowledge and permission. Is this understood?" "Yes, My Lady." She reached for a manila folder on the table and slid it over to me. "These are my rules. You will look these over later. You must let me know if you have issues with these rules before you retire." It was a strange feeling. She was very serious, yet friendly in her tone. Her eyes only appeared to be watching for acknowledgement. "Yes, My Lady." I reached for the folder, and she placed her hand on it. "Have you eaten yet, love?" I blinked. In all my preparations to leave, it was the one thing I hadn't done. I felt a little silly, but I replied honestly. "No, My Lady, I forgot." She smiled again. "Good, then first we will get the introductions out of the way, and then we will eat. You can review these with the girls afterward." She stood and moved toward the fireplace. I stood immediately, lowering my eyes to the floor. She walked around a large cushioned chair to a stand table. She pushed a button on a small beige box, obviously an intercom. "Girls, please join us." She stepped away from the chair and came back closer to the table. "Devoue love, while you are in my house, you may look up once I address you and continue until I take leave of you." I looked up once more. "Yes, My Lady". I heard whispering and giggling as the girls grew closer, but silence as the door opened. Abrielle entered first, obviously followed by Leiko, then Adrianna. They came close to the table and lined up next to each other, eyes lowered. Abrielle and Adrianna appeared to be close to the same age. Leiko looked to be a bit younger, but then, I always had difficulty determining the age of Asians. "Yes, Mistress?" She walked behind the girls and touched each ones shoulder, as she introduced them. "Devoue, you have met Abrielle, this is Leiko and this is Adrianna." She walked over to the table. "Girls, this is Devoue." As Lady Katherine had said, at that point they all looked up, except for Leiko. Leiko had beautiful black hair, carefully held in place atop her head by what appeared to be chopsticks. She was wearing an amazing printed red and black silk flowered yukata, the hem just above her slippers. She stepped toward me, looked up, smiled, curtseyed slightly and stepped back. I politely returned the curtsey with a bow. Adrianna was wearing a white blouse and blue pleated skirt; almost making her look a bit school-girlish. Her hair was dark brown and in very small, tight curls just past her shoulders. Her extremely dark brown eyes and skin tone made me think she may have been of Spanish origin. She also stepped forward, curtseyed and smiled. But there was a different look in her eyes. Almost like that of Abrielles at the club when she was approaching me at the cross. I bowed in return as she kept her stare and stepped back. Indeed, she had that look that easily made her appear to be the tease Abrielle had described. "I'm glad to meet you all" They all smiled and mumbled something about it being good to meet me as well. Katherine rolled her eyes at the girls and shook her head. "Adrianna, is the table ready?" "Yes, Mistress, it is." Katherine picked up the folder and handed it to me. "Then we should go to dinner. Follow me, Devoue." "Yes, My Lady." I replied, following behind her. We walked from the study through the door Abrielle had previously disappeared through. We took a short, turning hall that led out into a large dining room. The dining room had the same style curtains on the windows as the front room. There was a large, double-pedestal, dark hardwood table in the center of the room. The chairs were tan-upholstered front, back and seats. There were three candelabras with red candles down center of the table. It was elegantly set with white printed china and all the silverware (I really never got the knack of more than three pieces of silverware). The room was lit by lamps on the walls that almost looked like oil lamps, but you could tell by the brightness they were electric. There was a chandelier high above the table as well. I was taken from my observations by her voice. "You will sit here, Devoue." I stood at Katherines left side with Abrielle to my right. Across from me was to be Adrianna and directly across from Abrielle was Leiko. We all waited as Katherine picked up her napkin and popped it open. She folded it in half and set it carefully on the table. She looked at me and smiled. Another test I had passed. I never sat down before my Mistresses, anywhere. She sat down, once again picked up the napkin and placed it on her lap. I almost missed this one. No one else was moving, so I stood fast. Without looking up, she smiled once more. "You may all be seated." As we sat down, Adrianna came out with a cart containing several trays. She took a tray and set it next to Katherine, removing the cover, displaying neatly sliced, delicious looking turkey. "Mistress." Katherine moved the tray closer and took what she wanted, then smiled and nodded at Adrianna, who covered the tray and set it carefully back on the cart. These steps were repeated with each entrée. Adrianna then moved to each of us and offered the same service. Again, no one ate until Katherine started, but I had noticed that Katherine had waited until we were all served, which was something I wasn't used to. Even Adrianna had sat down and prepared her own plate. It was a quiet dinner, as no one spoke a word. When Katherine was finished, she stood and everyone stood with her. "Excellent as usual, Adrianna, dear." She turned and looked at me. "You learn quickly, Devoue. I believe with your prior training, you will fit in well here. Please help the girls when you are all done. I am going to the study, and Devoue, you will join me there at 10:00." With that, she turned and left the room. Everyone sat down again and continued eating. It was quiet for a moment. "You were right... he's cute." It was Adrianna who broke the silence. I looked over at her. She smiled an evil little smile. "And sexy, too!" Leiko was taking a drink, and I thought was going to pass her water through her nose. "Adrianna! Wow! He just GOT here!" Abrielle laughed. Adriannas smile only diminished a bit. "Sorry, Dev.... I shouldn't be so bold..." I started to reply. "That's ok, I appreciate..." "...yet" she quickly said. Abrielle snickered at her. "Dev, her bark is worse than her bite, really. She's teasing you." Abrielle smiled. Leiko looked up and also smiled. "Well, he IS attractive." Abrielle winked at me. "That he is!" "Well thank you." I replied, blushing. We finished and I helped the girls clean off the table and then with the dishes. "Do you like the Mistresses house so far, Dev? We're supposed to show you around when we're done." Adrianna asked. "It's beautiful... and HUGE" I replied. "Wait until you see the upstairs!" Abrielle said. Adrianna turned away from us putting a dish in the cupboard. "Wait until he sees the dungeon." she muttered under her breath. Abrielle sighed. "She's teasing again. We call it the play room, Mistress doesn't like the term "dungeon"," she said as she turned to Adrianna, "and besides, he has seen everything, remember? He's been to private clubs before." Adrianna only smiled and continued working. She had done her job, though, as the thoughts of this "play room" ran through my mind. When we were done, Abrielle took my hand. I snatched up my folder from a shelf as she dragged me from the kitchen. "Let's go!" The other girls followed behind us as we left the kitchen from the opposite way we had entered. We went up a staircase to the second floor. The door upstairs opened to a dimly lit, long carpeted hallway. Decorating the sides were small tables, mirrors and paintings. There were rooms spaced unevenly down the hall. Abrielle turned the lights up using a dimmer switch. Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 01 MISTRESS KATHY'S ACADEMY OF DOMINATION AND SUBMISSION Chapter 1 Adam and Monica had been together for almost four months when they first heard about the "Academy." It was an odd name for a resort, but it had been highly recommended on the blogs they had frequented, and the resort's website was intriguing. It had seemed like the perfect place to solidify their relationship. It was a relationship based on their shared fascination with BDSM—and in each other, of course. It had started with just talk, but when they realized how well their sexual fantasies meshed, their experimentation progressed quickly to regular sessions of ropes and cuffs. It was all in good fun. Adam was a bottom—by choice. Really, he was okay with it. His only regret was that they couldn't share any aspect of their lifestyle with anyone they knew. Their uptight friends just wouldn't understand. So how could they not be intrigued when the website for Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission bragged about the two-week training course that immersed couples in the BDSM lifestyle? The campuses were on a beautiful island, and the description had promised two full weeks immersed in bondage culture. Adam and Monica were ready. Here was a chance to meet others who shared their fascination. And how could they resist the lure of two weeks of the kinkiest sex they'd ever have? They'd bought their tickets, filled out the questionnaires and agreed upon the tuition. A commercial plane had taken them to a Pacific island where a lovely woman dressed in skintight leather had met them at the airport and driven them to a dock. There they had boarded a yacht for a 5-hour voyage to the Academy's tropical island campus. Now Adam and Monica explored the Academy's north campus. After lunch and a visit to the gift shop, their next stop was the "dean's office" where they were to be welcomed by Mistress Kathy herself. Apparently she liked to meet all of her students personally before the necessary papers were signed—to make sure her students met the high standards of the Academy. The walk across campus was a unique experience. Women wearing dominatrix outfits were walking out in the open, many of them accompanying "subs" who wore a variety of enticing costumes. Although there were some men, Adam noticed that most of the students were beautiful women—something which met with his approval. He also noticed that most of the subs had their arms tied behind their backs with leather restraints, and one even had a gag in her mouth. Adam wondered if this was a normal day or part of a special event. At the reception desk, they found a female sub wearing a baby T, a g-string and a leash. She pointed the way to Mistress Kathy's office, apologizing for not being able to escort them personally because she was tethered to her desk until her mistress returned. Adam noted a sign in the lobby which read: ALL SLAVES MUST BE APPROPRIATELY RESTRAINED WHILE IN THE COMMON AREAS. Adam wondered what exactly a "common area" was. "This is really impressive," said Monica as they walked down the hall toward the office. "Just like the pictures on the website," agreed Adam. "Nervous?" "We came all this way to do this. I still want to if you do." Monica looked up and saw a dominatrix leading a pair of toga-clad girls wearing leashes and armbinders. Monica twirled a finger through her blonde curls--a tell that she was getting turned on. "Yeah," she admitted. "I really want to." Adam expected Mistress Kathy to look like a schoolmarm but was surprised to find a raven-haired woman with supermodel good looks sitting across the table from them. She wore business attire, but with a very short black skirt that displayed enticingly long legs. Adam noticed that among the various office items sitting on the table before her was a flexible riding crop. "You've read the brochures," Mistress Kathy said. "And I see that you more than meet our enrollment standards." She gave Adam a meaningful look which made him a bit uncomfortable. "Do either of you have any questions before signing the contracts?" Adam was feeling anxious--in part because of the décor of the room. At first glance, it appeared to be an ordinary office, but looking up, he noticed a network of chains and pulleys suspended from an unusually high ceiling, the purpose of which he could only guess. Adam had been looking forward to two weeks of kinky role-playing, but now that he was actually here, the whole thing seemed uncomfortably real. Although he didn't want to admit it to Monica, he was nervous, and he realized that this was his last chance to voice any doubts he had. "If we change our minds, can we drop out and get our money back?" he asked. He glanced at Monica who was a bit surprised at his question, but she didn't seem angry. "That rarely happens," Kathy said. She turned to Monica and asked, "Is he always this shy?" "Not usually," admitted Monica. Kathy smiled at him appreciatively. "First day jitters are not uncommon." She turned to Monica. "I like a little shyness in my subs. You've chosen him well. "Regarding his question, if you truly want to leave, you may take your slave and go home, and the remainder of your tuition will be refunded—provided you're not expelled, which triggers a forfeiture clause. And naturally, your equipment fee isn't refundable. It's already gone toward the purchase of gags, restraints and other equipment for your personal use. These items are yours to keep regardless of whether you decide to enroll." Monica turned to Adam. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Looking in Monica's eyes, he felt reassured. They both wanted to do this, and although he had some jitters, he didn't want to back out. "It was just a question," he said. "Excellent," said Kathy, taking more papers out of a file. "As you already know, there are three contracts to sign before you can be admitted. The first is a slave contract. It is not our policy to admit new couples unless their relationship has been formalized in writing." Adam knew this was coming and had mentally prepared for it. "My understanding is that this isn't a legally binding contract." Mistress Kathy smiled at him intently. "Don't enter into this agreement lightly just because American courts don't recognize its legality. You're making a commitment to a lifestyle of submission which we take very seriously. The slave contract we prepared for you is based on the questionnaires you both filled out. Monica, you agree that you will be responsible for his care, his conduct and his training. And Adam, you agree to allow Monica to make decisions for you and to abide by her wishes without complaint." The contract lay on the desk in front of them. Adam and Monica read it carefully. "Okay," said Adam after taking a deep breath. "Let's do it." Adam and Monica both signed the contract. Mistress Kathy took the signed contract and put another much longer one in front of them. "The second contract is for dominatrix training. Monica, by signing this, you agree to pay the tuition in advance for your classes in the domination school. In return, we agree to train you in the arts of domination and proper slave care." Monica picked up the contract to read it more carefully. Adam leaned over to see what she was reading, but Mistress Kathy abruptly swatted the table with her crop, causing them both to jump. "This contract is for her training," she said, glaring at Adam. "It doesn't concern you." After a brief hush, Monica giggled, amused by how seriously Mistress Kathy was taking the enrollment process. "It's all right, Adam. I can handle this on my own." "While she's reading that, you will have time to prepare for your stay," Mistress Kathy told Adam. She reached into a file drawer and pulled out a tiny black swimming brief and a collar. "These are your new clothes. You may change behind the screen," she said, gesturing toward a dimly lit changing area in a dark corner of her office. "Now?" he asked. "I was hoping we could get settled into our room first if that's all right." "It isn't," said Kathy. "You're a slave now and must look the part." She held the brief and the collar before him. "These are items your mistress has already purchased, and I'm sure she doesn't want her money to be wasted." Monica seemed amused. "Go on," she said. "I've seen you wear less. Try them on and see if they fit." Adam picked up the black brief which looked even smaller close up. "This isn't my size," he said. "I have your measurements on file," informed Kathy. "It's perfect." Adam went behind the screen and put it on. He emerged a few minutes later wearing the outfit and carrying the clothes he arrived in. There was a full-length mirror in the changing area, so he knew exactly what he looked like. He waited for Monica to laugh at him. She didn't. Instead she gasped quietly and stared at him with renewed interest. "I've never seen you in a collar before," she said. "Really?" said Mistress Kathy with surprise. "That's the most important part. It demonstrates his willing submission to your authority." Kathy took the clothes from Adam's hands and put them in an unmarked briefcase. "I like your new look," said Monica, grinning mischievously. Adam saw that she had signed the second contract while he had been changing. "Where are you putting my clothes?" asked Adam. "You're wearing your clothes," Kathy replied. "You may get your old clothes back in two weeks--provided your mistress allows it." "Who—?" Monica started to ask. "Oh, you mean me." Kathy said, "Monica, you will also have a new outfit—several actually—one to match each of your moods. As a dominatrix, you must look the part, and your attire will let our staff and students know that you are entitled to privileges." "Privileges?" Monica smiled. "Like what?" Mistress Kathy returned her smile. She glanced at Adam, then back to Monica. "We'll discuss that later. Adam is waiting to begin his training, but first, his contract must be signed." Adam sat back down in his chair--which felt cold next to his bare skin. Kathy produced a third document and set it on the table. This contract was several pages long, much longer than either of the other two. "This contract is for the slave school," she said. "It has the usual attendance clauses and details of his curriculum. But it also gives us the authority to train and discipline the slave on behalf of his mistress. Punishments are outlined for specific offenses, as well as restraints that may be used by our staff as part of his discipline." Adam picked up the contract to read it, but Kathy angrily snatched it from his hand. "It's not for you to see!" said Mistress Kathy. "She signs for you!" "What?" Adam started to protest. "But—" "You agreed to allow her to make decisions for you. Any matter regarding you is to be decided by her." Adam was beginning to understand what Mistress Kathy meant when she said that slave contracts were a serious matter here. He looked at Monica who seemed surprised by Kathy's outburst. Monica looked at him and seemed somehow disappointed by his behavior, as if he had embarrassed her. We looked forward to this trip for so long, he thought. Out loud, he said, "Okay, I get it. She can sign, but can I at least read it?" "Is that allowed?" asked Monica. "Why indulge him like that?" was Kathy's reply. "You would encourage his bad behavior." Monica seemed undecided, but when she saw Adam's pleading eyes, her face relaxed into a sympathetic smile for Adam. "Well, if you behave, I'll let you read it." Adam leaned over to look, but Monica playfully pushed him away. "After I've read it, of course." She was already beginning to enjoy her newly official status as his mistress. Adam sat back in his chair to wait, unwilling to antagonize Mistress Kathy any further. But Kathy wasn't finished with him. "She's going to need quite a while to read that, so you should continue getting ready for your stay," she said. Adam was going to ask what she meant by that, but it became obvious when she produced a pair of wrist cuffs. "Wait, she hasn't signed it yet," said Adam. "My training doesn't start until she signs the final contract." "You're not yet a student, but you're still a slave. Your signature on the first contract says so," said Mistress Kathy. She turned toward Monica. "Here is your first lesson, Mistress Monica. Tell me what this sign says." She indicated a placard on the wall. "All slaves must be appropriately restrained while in the common areas," she read aloud. "This building is a common area," informed Kathy. "Is your slave restrained—appropriately or otherwise?" "No." "Does the sign state any exceptions for slaves who are not yet enrolled?" "No." "So you have failed to restrain your slave while you're a guest on our campus. This reflects badly on you. If you do not correct the situation, I'll have to ask you to take your slave and leave." "We don't want that, do we?" She smiled and winked at Adam. "Then order him to obey me!" snapped Mistress Kathy. "Yes, maam." Monica rose from her chair and stood face-to-face with Adam. "You heard the boss. Obey Mistress Kathy," said Monica. "Tell him to obey me as he would you," Kathy instructed. "He must understand that any commands I give him are on your behalf." "Obey Mistress Kathy as you would me," commanded Monica. Mistress Kathy held up the restraints. "Slave, submit!" I'll get her back for this, he thought as he held out his hands for Mistress Kathy. "Behind your back," she corrected him. Adam turned around, and she fastened his hands together. With a short length of chain, she secured his wrist cuffs to the back of his collar and pulled the chain until his hands were suspended halfway up his back. Clearly Kathy wasn't going to show him any kind of leniency. "Might I suggest that you have him wait outside while you're reading? That way he won't keep distracting you. One of my other mistresses can watch him so he doesn't wander off." "I'd rather stay here," said Adam. Again he looked at Monica with pleading eyes. Monica glanced at Mistress Kathy who returned her glance with a scowl. The sympathy Adam hoped to see in Monica's eyes was replaced by a wicked impishness. "Wait outside," Monica said. "It is a long contract, and I could use some quiet while I read." Mistress Kathy had already opened the door leading out to the waiting room. "Helga, come here please." The woman who responded was shockingly beautiful. The tall busty redhead in skintight vinyl had just tethered a male slave to a metal ring imbedded in the wall of the waiting room. She now stepped confidently into the doorway of the office. "This is Mistress Helga, one of our trainers," said Kathy. "Monica, command your slave to obey Mistress Helga. That will prevent any potential arguments." "You'd better do as she says," Monica told him. "Obey Helga as you would me." Before he could say anything, Kathy said, "You heard your mistress. Move!" and pushed Adam out the door. To Helga, Mistress Kathy said, "This slave is bothering his mistress with useless chatter, so keep him out of here until his mistress and I have had a chance to discuss his contract. And please restrain him appropriately." "Yes, mistress," said Helga. Mistress Kathy went back inside her office and closed the door. "What does she mean by 'appropriately'?" Adam asked. "Find out," said Helga as she found a pair of bondage implements hanging on the wall. "These are bondage mittens. I need to ensure that your fingers aren't available to open any doors or latches in an attempt to escape." Helga slipped the mittens over his hands which were already suspended behind his back. Adam started to empathize with the other slave standing quietly in the corner. The quiet man looked in his direction. "I'm new here," Adam said to the other man. He felt ridiculous saying it, but the other man's silent stare made him uncomfortable. Helga said, "He will not speak to you." "Why not?" "He knows his place." "What's that mean?" "Only a mistress may give him permission to speak." "Slaves aren't allowed to talk?" "Speaking is an indulgence that some mistresses will allow, but only sparingly. You are new, so you have many questions. That's why I haven't gagged you yet." Helga finished securing his bondage mittens, making the entire upper half of his body useless. "Turn around," she said. "Are they tight enough? Are your hands and arms secure?" He tugged his arms in every direction he could manage, but could not get free. "They're secure," he admitted. "Do you really think I would tell you if they weren't?" "No," she said. "But I enjoy watching you struggle. It's satisfying." For the first time, Helga smiled, but it was far from reassuring. "Now we can concentrate on your legs." "You're going to tie my ankles together?" "No, not your ankles," she said, reaching for more restraints. "Just your knees. You'll be able to walk a little—but not very fast." Adam nodded toward the slave in the corner. "He's not wearing knee straps." "He knows his place, so his restraints are appropriate for him. You made a poor first impression on Mistress Kathy, so these restraints will be appropriate for you." Helga secured the straps around his knees. Then, when his back was turned, she swatted him on the ass with a crop. He nearly fell over. "That was to see if the knee straps are secure." She smiled again--a bit more evilly than before. "They'll do." As Helga admired her handiwork, Adam could hear scraps of conversation coming from the office. Apparently Monica had finished reading the contract and they were now discussing it. The tone of the conversation sounded friendly, but Mistress Kathy seemed to be doing most of the talking. It wasn't until he heard them laughing that he started to worry. They sounded like two old friends having a girls' night out. At least Monica's having fun, he thought. But what are they laughing about in there? Helga noticed Adam's reaction to the sounds coming from the office. "I think Mistress Kathy likes you," said Helga. "She's more strict with the slaves she likes. That's how it is with us." Helga glided her hand lightly across his chest, creating a tickling sensation. "I can see why. I like you too." Her index finger ended up on his little black brief, which she pulled back for a peek. "Hey, my girlfriend's in the next room." "Yes, and she told you to obey me." Satisfied by what she saw, she went back to the wall to get another restraint. "I will allow you to ask one more question," she said, presenting him with his ball gag. "You said you weren't going to gag me." "I said that I hadn't gagged you yet. I never said I wasn't going to." This bitch is dangerous, Adam thought. She was getting far too friendly for his comfort, and he had no idea what she would do once the conversation stopped. Feeling a sudden urgency to delay the moment the gag went in his mouth, his mind went blank. Adam finally nodded toward the quiet man in the corner. He asked Helga, "Is he yours? I mean, are you his mistress?" Helga walked in a casual circle around Adam, and this time she made it obvious that she was checking out his body. "He's not a student," she explained. "He's part of our staff. Each domination student is assigned an experienced slave to practice and experiment upon." Helga was now behind him, out of his field of view, but he felt her hand on his shoulder as she whispered, "That one has been assigned to your mistress." Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 01 "Wait.... What--?" Suddenly the gag was in his mouth and held firm. The straps were quickly secured. Helga spun him around to face her. "I work in the slave school. For the duration of your training, I am assigned to you." She pulled down his brief and grabbed his ass with both hands. In a panic, he stepped back, but Helga held him close to her body as she licked his gagged mouth. Monica hasn't signed! he thought. I didn't agree to this! "Helga," interrupted Mistress Kathy. She was now peering at them through a narrow slit in the doorway—which was not wide enough for Monica to see him. "Bring our guest in. And stay professional." Helga stepped back and resumed a more "professional" posture. She pushed Adam toward the office. Before entering, she quickly pulled up his brief to cover his ass and her indiscretion. When he entered, Monica and Mistress Kathy were both standing behind the table looking like a pair of lawyers. For the first time, Monica saw what "appropriately restrained" would mean for Adam. Now she laughed. "My, are we having fun yet?" she asked. Adam was mortified, but with the gag in his mouth, he could say nothing to protest. Monica's features shifted slightly toward sympathy. "Ohhh, he's making those puppy-dog eyes at me." "We have blindfolds for that," said Mistress Kathy. "No, no need for a blindfold yet," said Monica. "I'm feeling lenient." That's comforting, thought Adam. Now get this gag off me. But it was Mistress Kathy who walked around the table toward him and placed her hands gingerly on the buckles of Adam's gag straps. "We kept you waiting a long time, so you no doubt have questions you want to ask." Adam nodded. "I think you should hear what we have to say first," Mistress Kathy said, leaving his gag in place. Monica giggled at this playful deception, but Kathy silenced her with a glance. Both resumed identical expressions of seriousness and disapproval. What's wrong with her? he wondered. Monica's never let role-playing go this far before. "Your mistress and I discussed the contracts thoroughly," said Mistress Kathy. "We also discussed you. Your casual and disrespectful attitude toward your mistress reflects badly on her, and I explained to her that by constantly soliciting your opinion, she's only enabling you--preventing you from progressing on the path to true submission." "She was very persuasive," added Monica, again in apparent seriousness. Mistress Kathy folded her arms, and Monica did the same. Monica's mimicking her, he thought. A dull panic set in. "Now your mistress has a question to ask you," said Mistress Kathy, "and you will answer it." Helga, who was standing by the door, approached to untie Adam's ball gag. Mistress Kathy added, "It's a yes-or-no question. A nod will suffice." Helga stopped, leaving the gag in place. Again Monica seemed amused. Monica! he thought desperately. Don't let them control you. "Ask your question, Monica," said Mistress Kathy quietly. Monica held up the third contract for him to see. "Do you still want to read this?" Adam nodded. "Why? Don't you trust me?" Of course, I trust you, he thought. I'm counting on you to get me out of this! But he could only nod. "Then what would be the point of reading it?" "It would be irregular," said Mistress Kathy. "And you agreed to let me be your mistress." That's not a yes-or-no question. Take this gag out! Mistress Kathy said, "I argued against letting you see it at all, but Monica was very persistent on your behalf--insisting that she had to keep the foolish promise she made to let you read it. So I suggested that she could still keep her promise by letting you read it after she signed it." "So do you still want to?" Monica held it up again. Adam's mind filled with dread. Monica, how could you? Out loud, it sounded like, "MmmmmmmFFFFF!" "I think he said no," said Mistress Kathy. "Either no, or an emotional outburst for which he would have to be severely punished, but let's give him the benefit of the doubt and say it was no." Monica set down the contract and approached Adam to calm him. "I know you're mad at me now, but just wait until you see how much fun you're going to have. You always said you wanted to share our lifestyle with a group. Now we will." I did this to be with you! Just let me say something! Again, out loud it sounded like "Mmmfffff!" Mistress Kathy said, "Monica, your house slave is waiting outside to show you to your quarters. And Helga is waiting to take Adam to the slave compound." Slave compound? Up close, Adam's anxiety was hard for Monica to ignore. Out of sympathy, she reached around his neck and started to undo his gag strap. "I wouldn't risk that," said Mistress Kathy. "All this excitement has overstimulated him. You can see how his temper is. Anything he'd say now would require a harsh punishment, and that's not what you want for him, is it?" Monica shook her head. "Wouldn't it be better to give him a chance to calm down? Anything he has to say can wait until the next time you see him. In the meantime, you need to get ready. I'm taking all the new mistresses shopping tonight. Our bondage and leather shops are the best in the world." Monica looked back at Adam and smiled. She ran her finger playfully down his chest and gave him a peck on the cheek. "She's the teacher, buckaroo. Just relax and have a good time. Don't be mad. And don't get me in trouble--slave!" She giggled as she left the room and waved goodbye. Mistress Kathy said, "Helga, go introduce her to her new pet. I just need a moment in private with our new sub." Helga nodded and closed the door behind her. Mistress Kathy took a long moment to appraise her new student, approving of Helga's work at restraining him. Then she looked in his eyes and glared. "How dare you try to lay a guilt trip on her? On your mistress! Do you want to hurt her feelings?" By this time, Adam assumed any questions she asked were rhetorical. "Such antics make our work in training her much more difficult. Is it your intention to make more work for us?" Adam managed a shrug. He didn't know what else to do. Kathy smiled. "If I permit you to speak--and I'm not saying that I will--do you promise to shut the hell up when I command it? It's a long way to the slave compound, and believe me, you don't want to be gagged for the entire trip." He nodded. He would have agreed to anything at this point to have the damn thing out of his mouth. "This will be a test of your obedience. If you fail this test, Mistress Helga will hear of it." He nodded again. "Are you sure you're ready for this test? An obedience test is a serious matter for a slave in training. And I'm not in any mood to grade on a curve." God, what is it with this bitch? He nodded again. "All right," she said. She released the straps and pulled the gag out of his mouth. Then she looked at her watch. "You have thirty seconds to speak. If you impress me, I may allow you another thirty." "You said I could drop out if I changed my mind. Well, I have. I want to go home and get my money back. You said I could." "I said she could." Mistress Kathy corrected. "My exact words were: 'If you truly want to leave, you may take your slave and go home,' so obviously I was talking to her. I gave you a warning. I said, 'That rarely happens.' Remember?" "You made it sound like a sales pitch." "Nevertheless, you were warned. And the contracts were signed." "But it's not fair." "Obviously! It's completely unfair. That's the point of a slave contract. This is what you wanted." "I have to talk to Monica." "You'll have an opportunity to speak to her when she visits you." "When will that be?" "It's already been scheduled." "When?" "If she wanted you to know, she would have told you." "Can you give her a message?" "I could—but I won't." "Why not?" "I don't want to. You've done nothing to earn such a favor, and I have no obligation or desire to do so." "I need to talk to her." "Am I your messenger? Mistresses here don't grant favors that haven't been earned." "Please, I really need to speak to her." "Your thirty seconds are up, and you're becoming repetitive. Be silent." And he was. There was nothing more he could say without incurring her wrath. "Face it, slave. As long as your mistress is having a good time, you're stuck here. And our mistresses always have the times of their lives!" To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 02 Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission Chapter 2 Helga led Adam by a leash down a long hallway. "New slaves are usually confused at this point in their processing," she explained. "That's normal. If you have a question, you may ask it now." "I thought Monica and I would be training together," said Adam. "That wasn't a question. Your file didn't say you were stupid, so I assume that was deliberate disobedience." She swatted the backs of his thighs with her crop, causing him to yelp involuntarily. "The first phase of training requires mistresses and slaves to train separately," she explained. "This is necessary because new mistresses are excessively tolerant with subs they already know. They find it easier to apply discipline to a pliable and experienced stranger. It also gives the slaves an opportunity to learn what kinds of duties will be expected of them before they have to perform them for their mistresses." "How long is this phase going to last?" "Any specific information about the upcoming schedule is privileged." "Why?" "Withholding information is satisfying," she explained with a smile. "Enjoy the suspense." She led Adam to what appeared to be a loading area where subs in vinyl bikinis were opening boxes filled with bondage supplies. A young domme in office attire was carrying a clipboard, and although she couldn't have been more than nineteen, she appeared to be in charge. "A man?" she asked when she saw Adam. "We have no room in the male dorms right now." "Then I'm sure he won't mind staying in the women's dorm," said Helga. "That's irregular," said the Clipboard Girl. "Does Mistress Kathy know?" "Yes, and she approves." "If you say so." The girl turned to Adam. She was strangely intimidating despite being at least a foot shorter than he was. "My girls are going to get you ready for your trip to the slave compound. While they're doing that, I need to verify some information from your questionnaire. Are you currently taking any medications?" A bikini-clad sub wheeled out a padded upright dolly while another sub carrying a variety of belts and restraints assisted her in attaching Adam to the device. Apparently, this was the preferred method for transporting new arrivals. "No, I'm not taking any medications," said Adam. The girl checked the box on her clipboard that indicated NO MEDICATIONS. "Any allergies?" "No," said Adam. She checked the box that indicated NO ALLERGIES. "Do you have a tendency to drool?" "What?" asked Adam. "No, I'm not a drooler." She checked the box that indicated NOT A DROOLER. "Do you have any phobias?" "No," said Adam. "That's not true," said the girl. "We know you have a fear of heights." She checked the box that indicated LIAR. "Wait, how do you know about that? That wasn't on the questionnaire." "Not on yours," she explained. "Slaves are reluctant to volunteer such intimate details about themselves, so the mistresses' questionnaires are more comprehensive. Do you find me attractive?" The abruptness of the question startled him. "Um, yeah. Yeah, I suppose." She checked the box that indicated HORNY. "Are you scared?" Adam hesitated. "Yes," he admitted. She checked the box that indicated SCARED. "Have you ever worn a buttplug?" "No," he said. "Do you want to?" "God, no." She checked the box that indicated AVERSE TO BUTTPLUGS, and in the notes section, wrote "possible homophobe." The questions continued in this manner for some time. Many questions concerned details he was sure Monica couldn't have told them, yet he had no way of knowing what information his mistress had provided. And all the while, the bikini-clad subs were methodically securing him hand-and-foot to the dolly and layering him with straps to keep his weight from shifting during transport. The girl finally set down her clipboard. She took the ball gag which had been hanging around his neck and held it up to his mouth. "Open," she said. "Mistress Kathy said I wouldn't be gagged for this trip." "That was before we knew you were a liar. Open." Reluctantly he opened his mouth. The gag was inserted, and the straps were quickly tied—much more tightly than Mistress Helga had done. Then she picked up her clipboard and inspected each belt, cuff and restraint. She inserted a pair of fingers into his leather cuffs to check for tension and—unsatisfied--tightened them some more. On her clipboard, she checked the boxes that indicated COLLAR, MITTENS, WRIST CUFFS, ANKLE CUFFS, ANKLE STRAP, KNEE STRAP, THIGH STRAP, WAIST STRAP, CHEST STRAP, NECK STRAP, and BALL GAG. "Comfortable?" she asked. Adam wanted to say that his gag was too tight, but it was all he could manage just to shake his head a little bit. She checked the box that indicated UNCOMFORTABLE. "He's ready. Hold him for me." One of the subs tilted the dolly back until he was at eye level with the small girl. She placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his crotch before wrapping her lips around his gagged mouth for a slow, messy kiss. She stopped for air, smiled at him and whispered, "Welcome to the Academy." "I'll take the cargo from here," said Helga, clearly annoyed by the attention the girl was giving him. Helga took the dolly from the subs and wheeled him outside. "You'd better be careful with him," warned the Clipboard Girl as they left. "Remember he's a horny liar." A limousine was waiting for them. He wondered how he was going to fit inside in his current state, but Helga calmly wheeled him to the rear, tilted him to a nearly horizontal position, and hooked the top of his dolly to a trailer hitch on the rear of the vehicle. In that manner, he was towed to the slave compound. During the twenty-minute trip, he kept his eyes riveted on the sky which made it easier not to think about the horror he was enduring. The road was paved and had few bumps, but the journey was nonetheless terrifying. Adam had imagined the slave compound would be a dungeon in some kind of bunker, so he was almost relieved to find it was actually a modest row of dormitories on the Academy's south campus. The high barbed-wire fence that surrounded the campus was the only obvious reminder of what the place really was. The compound was designated a "restraint-optional" zone, meaning the staff mistresses had discretion on whether (or how much) to bind their slaves. Helga graciously removed Adam's restraints, but warned him to maintain his good behavior lest she change her mind. She explained that the slaves who shared the same dormitory as he did would also be his classmates in the slave training sessions. The occupants of this dorm were kept strictly separated from those of others to prevent "advanced" students from mingling with novices. This kept the curriculum reliably secret. A dining hall was in the center of the campus where the slaves of each dorm ate in shifts to under the strict supervision of staff mistresses. It was feeding time, so Adam was led here, where he met his classmates for the first time. The female slave students sat on benches and stools arranged around long tables and wore one-piece thong suits of unusual designs which left no allowance for modesty. Adam was handed a salad in a small bowl and a cup filled with lemonade. The mistress who served it explained the necessity of the diet to spare the Academy the embarrassment of fat slaves. Helga went to a separate table designated for mistresses which had been lavishly set with fine silver as if for a feast. Some of the slave students ate quietly, feeling uncomfortable in their new surroundings, but others among them felt emboldened by the kinky new environment and did not resist the urge to stare salaciously at Adam as he walked into the room carrying his food. Adam was mortified by the ridiculous outfit he was forced to wear which made even simple movements awkward. The part of his body covered by his costume had inconveniently shifted during the trip across the island, and his captors had allowed him no privacy to readjust for comfort or modesty. As he sat at an unoccupied table near the entrance of the room, he tugged his brief in what he hoped was a discreet way. Not long after he began eating, he became aware of a bevy of women standing around him. "Are you a student, too?" asked the nearest blonde with interest. "I mean, are you sure you're in the right place?" Adam smiled. "Actually, I'm pretty sure it's a big mistake," he admitted. "The only mistake is that you're eating alone," said the brunette by the blonde's side. "We were just being curious. Is this your first time at the Academy?" "Yes," said Adam. "Us, too," said the blonde. "This is the beginners' class. They haven't told any of us what's happening." "Me, neither," said Adam. The blonde and the brunette sat down on either side of Adam, and half a dozen other girls moved closer to listen. "Aren't you scared?" the blonde asked him. "I mean, anything could happen to us." "I'm sure it's just part of the experience," said Adam, although he wasn't sure he believed it. "I'm not scared," said the brunette confidently. "My friend recommended this place. Her master brings her here all the time. She doesn't say what happens; she just says that they're really strict, and they make her super horny every time she's here." "I think there's something in the air," said the blonde, staring at Adam as her fingers carelessly caressed the edges of her swimsuit. "I felt it as soon as I got off the boat. But I felt it even more when you came in the room. I'm all tingly, and I'm having such strange ideas." The brunette agreed. "What she's trying to say is that you're making our pussies wet." "Don't tell him that! You're embarrassing me!" "But he feels it too." The brunette's hand came to rest on Adam's thigh. "He's trying to hide it, but the spandex in his slave suit won't let him." Adam defensively laid a paper napkin across his lap. "Don't listen to her," said the blonde, playfully leaning closer. "We only came over to get to know you better. And to find out if you're ticklish. Are you?" They didn't wait for an answer. The group descended upon him in a frenzy of laughing, tickling and groping. He fell to the floor as hands he couldn't see tried to pull off his brief. The house mistresses watched in amusement, but surprisingly, it was Mistress Helga who intervened. The girls dispersed in a flurry of giggles and congregated at another table. Adam returned to his seat and tried to finish his meal. Helga sat next to him with her hand on his thigh and seemed to dare anyone else to approach. Adam knew he should have been grateful for her watchfulness, but he also realized he had just been elevated to "teacher's pet." Afterwards Adam and the rest of the students were herded into the dormitory. Helga explained that since he was the only male in an otherwise all-female dorm, he would not be assigned a roommate, nor would he be able to leave his room after hours. Instead he would be locked inside his room each night so that his classmates could feel safe from his "male perversity." Before locking him in, Helga confiscated his brief—just as she confiscated the costumes of all the other students. Sleeping in the nude was mandatory at the Academy. That night, as he tried to ignore the chatter of the girls in the next room, he couldn't help thinking that the unexpected incident at dinner had been somehow arranged by Helga. In the morning, a house mistress unlocked his door. She threw a bikini brief at him and ordered him to put it on, then quickly moved on to deliver other uniforms to his classmates. The girls got breezy short nighties of different colors and matching thong panties. The first morning's lesson was about grooming. Apparently it was very important for slaves to be completely clean-shaven. All the subs were ordered to shave (this is the part that Adam thought was particularly odd) each other. They were herded into a kind of shower room with steel restraints anchored into the floor and ceiling. The group was ordered to strip, and half the group was chained spread eagled while the other half were given shaving cream and razors to shave their partners. When each was finished, she changed places with her partner, and the process was repeated. Adam had the most unwanted hair, so his partner had the toughest job. She was told to start with his genitals since that would take the longest. Adam was the first one chained, but also the last one finished. When the other pairs had finished shaving each other, they were ordered to relieve his partner and to help their classmates to finish shaving him. By the end of the session, every girl in the room was shaving some part of his anatomy to get him completely bare. This was followed by a group shower which was closely monitored by all of the house mistresses. When they were dry, he was ordered back into his bikini brief, and the other girls got their nighties back—but not their matching thongs. The mistresses explained that the thongs were no longer needed now that they were properly groomed. They were escorted into a classroom with no desks. At the front of the room were a lectern and a small wastebasket. The back wall was a giant mirror. The other walls were covered with various chains and bondage devices. The comfortable chairs along the sides of the room were not for them to use, they were told. They were ordered to assume kneeling positions and were given specific instructions regarding proper kneeling posture. When Mistress Helga was satisfied that they were all kneeling correctly, she began her lecture while the other mistresses sat in chairs and observed. None of the subs were allowed to take notes—emphasizing the need to pay attention. "In my class, I have a tendency to describe the one who dominates you as a mistress," Helga explained, "although I realize some of you have made the unfathomable choice of being dominated by a man. There are gender-neutral terms, of course, such as 'top,' 'dom,' or even 'mastress,' but we believe such political correctness is unbecoming of our lifestyle. You will address your superior as either mistress or master, as is appropriate, but since all the instructors here at the Academy are female, I will continue to use the term 'mistress' to imply both." The first lesson concerned the correct way to submit to discipline, and Helga chose Adam for her demonstration. He was ordered to approach the lectern and to turn around. She quickly but thoroughly suspended his hands from the back of his collar, then reached for the knee straps. "Legs together," she ordered. "You should put your legs together without being told. Girls, your mistresses may require you to spread your legs. In any case, you should do everything you can to anticipate your mistress's needs." She tied his knees together as she had the day before, but this time she refrained from using the gag. "Now," she ordered, gesturing with her riding crop, "turn completely around so the class can see how handsome you are." He complied. "You will find that I sometimes use the term handsome as a euphemism for erect." She slapped his package painfully with the crop, prompting titters from the class. He momentarily lost his balance and tipped over the wastebasket, spilling wadded paper onto the floor. "I'm sorry, mistress," he said. "Class, take note," she said. "By apologizing immediately, he hopes to spare himself the humiliation of further punishment. Forgiveness is rarely given, but not unheard of. Mistresses enjoy hearing you beg, so it doesn't hurt to ask." To Adam, she said, "Your penance for this infraction will be light." She made no effort to release him, preferring to let him stand in front of the class while she continued her lecture. "Slavehood is a vocation to which you are now committed," she told the subs. "Your wants and needs will now be subordinate to the wants and needs of your mistresses. And a slave must be willing to perform menial but useful tasks around the house in addition to fulfilling your mistress's more intimate needs." Her lecture on the philosophy of submission went on for more almost an hour. As he stood there in front of the class, one of the mistresses sitting in the back stared at him and touched herself, not seeming to care if he noticed. As Helga concluded, she turned her attention back to Adam. "Would you like me to untie you now?" "Yes, mistress," said Adam. "Why?" "What do you mean?" He was genuinely confused. "I mean why should I untie you?" He floundered. "Because my arms are getting cramped, mistress." Helga turned to the class. "This is a common mistake. When I asked him a question, he told me about his needs--what he wants. He should be more concerned about what his mistress wants." She approached Adam and stood inches away from his face. She placed one arm around him and rested her head against his so he could feel her breath on his face. "If I released you," she asked softly, "what could you do for me that you couldn't do right now while restrained? In other words, what's in it for me to let you go?" Adam could not ignore the feel of her vinyl gown pressed against his skin. What did she want from him? Something obvious? Adam sensed danger. "I could pick up the wastebasket and the paper, mistress," he said. Helga skipped a beat, as if Adam had escaped a trap she had laid for him. "Well," she said. "That is an appropriate response—if a bit disappointing." She turned toward the class. "You'd be surprised how many slaves in his position would panic and offer to perform a sexual favor. Most do. But had he done so, he would have been assuming that the use of his arms would be required to satisfy my urges—an assumption which, in my case, would be wrong. Had he made such an offer, I would have accepted, and after he satisfied me, I might have decided not to release him. After all, I'd have no obligation to do so." She stepped behind Adam and removed his restraints. "You may pick up the wastebasket, slave." After lunch they met in a different but identical room where they listened to a long lecture from Mistress Ling about proper etiquette at social gatherings—specifically bondage parties. Apparently such gatherings were frequent on the island, and subs were required to know how to behave--either as guests or as servants--at such events. Adam relaxed a little bit when he noticed that Mistress Helga was not there. He did not expect anyone to explain her absence, so he didn't ask. At the conclusion of her lecture, Mistress Ling changed the subject with a kind of pop quiz about self-bondage. Some mistresses, she warned, demanded a high degree of self-reliance in a sub. Some may test their subs' devotion by demanding them to restrain themselves. Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 02 Each of the subs was given a variety of bondage devices and told to put on as many as they could without help. Most started with their feet and worked their way up, but one girl made the mistake of securing her wrist cuffs behind her back before applying her gag. She was forced to ask her trainer for help in securing her gag, but her trainer asked her to explain why she didn't just start with the gag in the first place. After applying her gag, the mistress made an example of her by suspending her wrist cuffs from the ceiling which forced the sub into a bent position. In her short nightie, this left her bare bottom exposed for the amusement of the other mistresses. "This is a strappado position," Mistress Ling instructed the class. "Very appealing to your mistress, but very uncomfortable for you." After a brief but vigorous spanking, the sub was allowed to stand upright. By the end of the exercise, all of the subs, including Adam, had been tied head-to-foot and gagged, completely immobilized. "Release their legs," Mistress Ling told the other dommes. "We don't want any of them to accidentally fall over." The trainers complied, removing the leg restraints from their charges. Mistress Ling explained, "If you were already well-acquainted with the guests at a party, you would be helping your mistresses to serve them. However, if you were being introduced at a party for the first time, your primary function would be entertainment, and you would be restrained as you are now so that the guests may feel free to get acquainted with you according to their whims." Each trainer attached a leash to her sub's collar to complete the effect. Since Helga was absent, Ling attached Adam's leash. "Good news," said Mistress Ling. "You're going to your first party. The transportation is waiting outside." Three large vans were waiting to transport the subs and their trainers. The mistresses sat up front, the slaves in back. When Adam thought the vans were full, still more slaves were crowded into the back, mandating that the slaves' bodies overlap each other in awkward positions. The girl resting on Adam's lap made him uncomfortably "handsome," a fact she could not fail to notice, but his gag ruled out any possibility of an apology. They arrived at a mansion on the north campus near the domination school. When they disembarked, Adam was greeted by Mistress Helga who took his leash away from Mistress Ling. "Miss me?" asked Helga rhetorically. Mistress Ling gave some last-minute instructions to her class as she led the group into the mansion. As she spoke, Helga whispered to Adam, "There will be more mistresses than masters at the party, but don't think that they're all lesbians. You'll be sure to draw plenty of attention wearing that." She playfully snapped the elastic in his brief. Ling continued to address the group. "You're about to be surrounded by horny dominant women who don't withstand temptation very well. It's very important to protect your modesty. Anyone who exposes their privates to a guest at this party will be severely punished. We designed your outfits to provide a festive atmosphere, so it goes without saying that they're perfect. If a guest is tempted to take advantage of you, then you and your x-rated body is at fault, not the costume." They were led into a banquet hall where a cocktail party was in full swing. A crowd of women wearing gowns and dominatrix outfits broke into applause when the subs were led in, accompanied by a fair amount of whistles, cheering and lewd suggestions shouted from the back. The subs were led to the center of the room and positioned in a line for everyone to see. Mistress Kathy stepped into view with a handheld microphone and announced to the crowd, "Here they are for your enjoyment! Our newest sluts! And one horny liar! Gather around and welcome them in the way you know they want!" To Adam's relief, the crowd did not immediately rush forward and throw the helpless group to the floor. Instead they grew quiet, keeping a respectful distance while returning the subs' frightened looks with intense smiles and stares. A few of the more adventuresome dommes stepped forward to see the new subs up close, and one of them took particular interest in Adam. Her blonde hair had been pulled into a dramatic beehive, and her tight red vinyl catsuit matched her red thigh-high stiletto boots. A whip hung from a black belt around her waist, and a red feathered mask on her face completed the look. She paused in front of Adam, standing with her hands on her hips as she appraised him, and a smile showed that she approved. She stepped forward and unbuckled his gag. "You still mad?" she asked. "What?" asked Adam. "Monica?" "Oh, I thought you recognized me," she said, removing her mask. "They gave me a new hairdo. And a new outfit. Do you like?" "You look— Wow— You look amazing. I've never seen you like this before." "You look pretty hot yourself," she said. "I told you this place would be great. Here, let me get you out of those wrist cuffs." She unbuckled the cuffs, allowing them to hang from the short chain on the back of his collar. "For a moment, I was afraid we were getting gang raped," he admitted, rubbing his wrists. "The night's not over yet." She smiled. "Just kidding! Mistress Kathy told me this place was big into teasing the subs. It's all part of the fun. Just go with it." Music started playing, and the guests started to dance. Monica put her arms around Adam, and they enjoyed the moment just holding each other. "That was pretty mean last night," he said. "Not letting me talk before you sent me away." "You would have insisted that we leave. Mistress Kathy said you'd come around if you gave it a chance. You are having fun, aren't you?" "I am now that you're here. I have to admit, I've never felt so turned on." "I can tell," she teased. As the night wore on, Monica introduced him to other mistresses from her class, and he started to relax—at least as much as a collared man in a bikini brief surrounded by dominant women can be. However he couldn't help noticing that the other mistresses kept their subs at least partially restrained during the festivities. By Academy standards, Monica was being lenient with him. Later, Monica excused herself from the party and led Adam by the leash down a long corridor to her room. Once alone, Monica pulled his brief down to his ankles and ordered him to get into the canopy bed. She promptly fastened him to it. "You're really getting into character," he said. "It's the new me," she replied, slowly unfastening her corset. "Get used to it." "You know I always feel safe with you. Helga scares me to death, though." "Did she tell you that she talked to me today?" "Helga? About what?" "She made me an offer. She wants to buy you." "What?" "I know. Isn't that funny? She thinks you'd make a good house slave. I said no, of course. But then she increased her offer!" "And . . .?" "And . . ." Monica prolonged the suspense as she slowly removed her vinyl catsuit. "I said no. But she kept insisting. You should be flattered. Her final offer was very generous." "How much?" "That's privileged information." She dropped her panties and eagerly climbed on top of him. "Anyway, I finally had to tell her that you'd never agree to it." "And what did she say?" "She just smiled and said, 'There are ways around such things.' She was so serious!" Monica started to giggle. Adam would have pursued the matter further, but she interrupted him with a kiss. Then they were too busy to talk again for a long time. To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 03 Adam satisfied his mistress but was not untied. Instead she teased him that he would earn his freedom by satisfying her a second time. This was a change from the old game they had been accustomed to playing (which would have required a stretch break, or at least a change of position), but Monica was determined to teach him a new game with different rules. The game was interrupted by Mistress Helga who knocked on the door and said, "That's all, folks. It's time for the slaves to go back to the compound." "Ohhh," moaned Monica. "We were just getting started." "We have a schedule to keep," said Helga. "Just a brief visit tonight. You don't want to tire him out. He'll need all his stamina tomorrow night." Monica untied him from the bed and ordered him to don his brief before she refastened his arms behind his back. Then she fastened his leash to make him appropriate for the "common areas" and led him down the hall where he was placed back under the care of Mistress Helga. There were more vans available for the trip back to the compound, so the subs weren't nearly as crowded on the return trip. The girls sitting on either side of Adam were more relaxed than before the party--and sweatier. One of them was wearing a chastity belt which was visible beneath her nightie; she must have had a particularly jealous master. They disembarked at the compound, and the mistresses led their subs back to their rooms. Once Adam had been returned to his room, Helga untied him and confiscated his brief. "Did Mistress Monica happen to mention me?" Helga asked. Her devilish smile frightened him as much as it intrigued him. "She said you wanted to buy me," he revealed. "And that she refused your final offer." "She hasn't heard our final offer. Mistress Kathy is going to offer her a job." "A what?" "As a full-time staff mistress--with full privileges and lodging for life. Along with her own personal attendant. You should be very flattered. We don't often make such offers, but Mistress Kathy and I think you're worth the investment." "She won't agree to that," said Adam. "I mean, we have lives back home." "Of course, you do. But we can offer her so much more here." She left the room, allowing his brief to dangle casually from her fingers as she sauntered out the door. "I won't agree to that." His objection amused her. "You cute thing, no one's asking! Good night now." She closed the door and locked it. The next morning the subs were gathered for an exercise session in a room equipped like a health club. The girl in the chastity belt—who had been pitied the night before—was now envied by the other girls because her belt provided more coverage than the costumes the other girls were forced to wear. They had been given scandalously small g-strings which had to be worn carefully to avoid wardrobe malfunctions. Mistress Helga called them "anatomy malfunctions" since the wardrobes (as provided by their mistresses) could not be to blame. As their training progressed, she explained, so would the difficulty level of the uniforms. Adam would have felt sorry for them had it not been for his own costume. It was a tiny ill-fitting loincloth that would have made Tarzan blush. The sides were held together with strings, but even when tightly tied, he did not dare make a sudden movement unless he were holding the suit with both hands. It was more embarrassing than being naked. The subs' fitness training began with a vigorous treadmill session with predictable results. None of the slaves' costumes could contain their wearers under the stress of exertion, so the subs were penalized for their anatomy malfunctions with extra time on the treadmills at even greater speed. This was followed by a strenuous weight training session designed to keep them fit enough to satisfy their mistresses' demanding appetites. Each staff mistress tracked the progress of her charge by taking notes and warned that steady improvement over future sessions would be mandatory. They were then taken outside and hosed off before being escorted into the dining area—dripping wet—for lunch. In the afternoon they were escorted back outside for a lesson in gardening. Because this was an outdoor activity, the subs began the session by applying sunscreen to each other. None were permitted to apply lotion to themselves. Applying the lotion required Adam and the girls to have their hands on every curve and bulge of each other's sweating bodies. The mistresses closely monitored the activity and allowed no crevice to be ignored. The rest of the afternoon was spent landscaping the area around the slave compound with small hand tools, but when there weren't enough tools for everyone, Adam was forced to move dirt with his hands. Adam wondered what any of this had to do with their training, but none of the subs questioned it out loud. Obedience seemed to be the only real lesson of the day, and Adam decided the point of the activity must have been to give him hard-to-explain tan lines. At the day's end, each of them was tied spread-eagled to a metal frame which faced the setting sun. Their mistresses hosed them down a second time and toweled them off before releasing them and sending them to their rooms with instructions to make themselves pretty for another party. Adam was not required to wear makeup as the women were, but afterwards, his hands were bound behind his back along with the others for a pre-party inspection. When the appearance of each slave had been approved, they were once again packed into the vans and shipped to the mansion like cattle. The subs were herded into the dance hall and reacquainted with their mistresses. Again Adam had difficulty recognizing Monica who was now wearing an all-rubber fetish suit and dark eye makeup, making her look even more hardcore than the night before. "You look yummy!" purred Monica. "I wonder why I never put you in a loincloth before." "I'm afraid it doesn't really fit me," said Adam. "It fits you perfectly. You just need more training to get used to it. Give me a kiss." He kissed her, then made a tugging motion with his arms to remind her that they were still tied behind his back. "Do you think you could..." "Do I think I could what?" "You know." He turned part way around so she could see the extent of his restraints. "You're not asking me for a favor already, are you? You just got here. Aren't you excited about the games tonight?" "What games?" "Oh, I forgot they don't tell you anything! The slave games begin tonight. The mistresses are all very excited about it. I'm counting on you to win!" "Win what?" "You'll do just fine. Do you want a cocktail first? To get loosened up a bit? I can get it with a straw so I can hold it for you, and you won't need to use your hands." About that time, Mistress Kathy stepped up onto a small stage at the center of the room carrying a microphone. She seemed dressed for a special occasion, having abandoned her business attire for a more festive outfit—a black velour catsuit. "Oh, too late," said Monica. "They're starting. I'd better get you ready." She tugged his leash to lead him toward the stage. "Welcome back masters and mistresses," Kathy addressed the crowd. "And slaves! "Tonight we start the slave games--games of skill, discipline and luck—in which you, our slaves, will prove yourselves worthy of the vocation you have willingly chosen. Winners will have the respect of their mistresses, and losers should expect their wrath, so I know you will all give it your best effort!" Mistress Helga was in front of the stage handing out special bondage gear for the new mistresses to apply to their subs. "To make the competition fair, each slave will be bound in an identical fashion—with knees tied together and elbows tied behind the back. This will allow some freedom of movement, but only a little. Slaves will also receive bondage mittens to eliminate any possible use of their hands—because we hate making it easy for you." This drew cheers from the crowd. "Tonight's game will take the form of a scavenger hunt. I will call out the names of items one at a time, and slaves will find each item and bring it to me on stage. There will be no sharing! This is a competition, so you will not be allowed to play in teams." By now the subs had all been restrained in the manner described, and the mistresses were applying oil to the helpless subs to make sure their skin glistened in accordance to the rules of the game. Kathy decided it was time to begin. "The first item on the list," she declared, "is an olive!" The slaves scattered, some scuttling toward the bar, others working their way into the crowd hoping to find a guest with a martini. All the competitors were groped and spanked by the spectators for their efforts. One guest caught Adam's attention, waving an olive in his direction. He ran toward her, but she suddenly popped the olive into her mouth and invited him to retrieve it with his tongue. He did, but he could not withdraw from her embrace without an enthusiastic probe of the insides of his mouth and of his costume. The second item of the search was a wine glass. There were many such glasses in the room but they were difficult to carry without the use of their hands. Many of the slaves were forced to drink the wine out of the glass before their owners would agree to surrender them. The game continued in this fashion with slaves having to perform more and more outrageous stunts to win items from the fickle crowd. One item on the list was a woman's panty; only a few women in the room were wearing them, and they were quickly abandoned in return for impromptu favors from the slaves. When Kathy reached the end of her list, there was a three-way tie, but Adam was not among the three. Having just been eliminated, he slowly made his way back toward Monica who was frowning at him from across the room. Helga whispered something in Mistress Kathy's ear, which prompted Kathy to take the microphone. "To break the tie, there will be one more item added to the list," she announced. "This should be interesting because I know for a fact there is only one of these items in the room. That item is—a man's loincloth!" Before he realized what was happening, Adam found the three competing subs had surrounded him, and one of them was already biting his hip, trying to undo the knot that supported his garment. With his own hands and elbows still bound, he tried to scuttle away, but the crowd intervened—holding him and pushing him in the direction of whichever sub they hoped would win. It was over in seconds. One of the subs proudly waddled to the stage with his uniform in her teeth. He was naked on the dance floor, and the guests responded without hesitation. Monica had to literally fight her way to Adam's side to defend him from the groping of the guests. "We have a winner!" proclaimed Mistress Kathy. "But wait! Wait a minute! There seems to be some kind of disturbance out there! Mistress Monica, is that your slave? Bring him up here so we can get an explanation from him." Now Mistress Helga made her way through the crowd to assist Monica in dragging Adam to the stage. As Helga tugged on his leash, Monica pushed away guests who were trying to fondle her sub's wobbling shaft. Ultimately, Monica had to hold Adam's member just to prevent others from grabbing it, and she did not let go until after he was safely on the stage. "Mistress Monica," said Kathy as Adam was finally brought before her, "I have a question to pose to your slave." Monica held Adam close with his leash as Kathy sauntered in a casual circle around them. She stopped behind Adam's back and forced him to turn toward the audience, ensuring that they could see every detail of his body. From behind, she placed an arm around him and allowed her free hand to rest on his navel. "Adam," she said in his ear, but also into the microphone in her hand, "Did you happen to notice that you're naked!?" Adam did not laugh, but the guests did. Mistress Kathy waited for his answer. "Yes, mistress," said Adam. "And do you know the policy regarding nakedness at parties?" Her hand now was moving up and down his chest with careless abandon. "I'm very sorry, mistress." "Are you asking for our forgiveness?" "Yes, mistress." "But are you sincere? Are you feeling truly penitent?" "Yes, mistress." "Good," she said. "In your current situation, it is in your best interest to do so." She paused briefly to tickle his scrotum before walking away. "Although you sound penitent, you don't look it. Mistress Helga, does he look penitent? His anatomy suggests that he's actually enjoying his transgression." There was more laughter from the audience. Adam knew why, but he couldn't stop it from happening. Mistress Helga stepped up to him and squeezed the erection in her hand. With her thumb, she wiped away a bit of moisture which appeared. "I concur," she said. "He's begun to self-lubricate." "Further evidence of his perversion," said Kathy. "Adam, before you ask for forgiveness, I need to ask you something. What are you going to do to correct your transgression?" "I will put my loincloth back on. If I could please have it back, mistress?" She held up the garment. "You mean this little thing? Did this belong to you?" "Yes, mistress." "And you want it back?" "Yes, mistress." "So you're asking a favor of me." She smiled. "But what have you done to earn such a favor?" Adam was quiet for a long moment. "I broke the tie in your scavenger hunt, mistress." The audience laughed. Mistress Kathy stepped directly in front of him. "My, you're a clever one." Without warning, she embraced him and kissed him, forcing his sensitive organ against her torso. The audience erupted into a chorus of lustful approval. When Kathy finally stepped away, her tight-fitting outfit had a moist spot where he had touched it. She looked down at the spot on her outfit, then smiled bashfully at the crowd. "More evidence," she said wiping the stain with a finger. She almost put the finger in her mouth, but instead wiped it on the loincloth. "I'm afraid this little scrap of cloth contains the moist evidence of your transgression, so I'll have to put it in your disciplinary file. Now I must ask a question of your mistress." Monica, standing a few feet away, had done nothing since bringing him to the stage. Kathy was clearly still in charge of the situation. "Monica," inquired Kathy, "tell us how you're going to punish him." Monica looked at all the eyes upon her, took a deep breath, and smiled. She grabbed Adam's leash. "He'll get a severe spanking," she announced, "in my bedroom!" The crowd sounded disappointed. She started to lead him away, but Mistress Helga blocked her path. "I'm afraid that just won't do," announced Mistress Kathy. "We have all been exposed to his uncovered sausage, and we are all very offended! Aren't we?" The crowd concurred loudly. "I'm afraid our guests will demand to witness his punishment. They won't be satisfied by anything less." "More restraints!" someone shouted. "Mummify him!" Quickly there was a chorus. "TIE HIM UP! TIE HIM UP! TIE HIM UP!" "His current level of restraint isn't nearly enough," Kathy mused into the microphone. Adam's mobility was already limited by the knee straps, elbow straps and bondage mittens he had been required to wear for the game, but Kathy was unsatisfied. "For an offense such as his, complete immobilization is in order." The crowd screamed their agreement. "Mistress Monica?" Monica looked at the screaming crowd. She looked at Kathy. She looked at Adam. "Slave!" cried Monica over the screams of the crowd. "SUBMIT!" His fate was now sealed. He assumed the now familiar posture. Mistresses Kathy and Helga secured him in wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. Monica presented him with a ball gag. "Any last words?" she asked. There seemed to be nothing to say. "We'll talk later," said Adam, hoping it was true. The gag went in. Straps were tightened, inspected, and tightened again. Helga informed Monica that more body oil was needed. Helga poured more lubricant over his torso and generously stroked his erection for the crowd's approval. "Now spank him," demanded Kathy, handing Monica her crop. "You remember how, don't you? You had plenty of practice this afternoon." "Aim between the tan lines!" someone shouted. A chain connected to his wrist cuffs was pulled upward, forcing him into an uncomfortable strappado position. A very vigorous, public and humiliating caning followed with Monica wielding the crop. "That's enough," announced Mistress Kathy at last. She inspected his red bottom, caressing it with both hands. She found Monica's work to be satisfactory. "Now you may discipline him in private—unless of course you wish him to stay and continue to entertain us." "I think he's been stimulated enough," said Monica. "I'll walk him to my room." "He'll have to hop," said Kathy. "We can't undo his restraints. This crowd won't allow it. Will they?" The crowd cheerfully agreed. "And he'll have to be quick about it. I don't know how long we can keep this mob at arm's length." She meant it. Female guards struggled to clear a path so that Monica could lead Adam from the stage. Adam hopped as quickly as he could down the steps, across the front of the dance floor, and down the hall, with Monica pulling his leash the entire way. A phalanx of security followed them, and Helga repeatedly swatted his ass as if he needed urging. Upon reaching Monica's room, the security guards secured Adam to the bedpost of the canopy bed before leaving. It was a tremendous relief when the door finally closed, leaving him alone with Monica. She locked the door behind them, and finally they both had a moment to catch their breaths. She stared at him. For some reason, Adam found it difficult to return her gaze. Then she giggled like the Monica he knew so well, but it was not reassuring. "My, you're popular!" she said. "I guess we should have expected this with so few men on the island." Adam was beginning to wonder about that. How could the men's dorm be full? What few men he had seen had been Academy staffers. "And I had no idea what a turn-on it would be to see you this helpless," she continued. She grabbed him by his hair and forced his face into her cleavage. "Drool on me," she ordered. "I command you." This was a side of her he hadn't experienced before, but gagged as he was, he couldn't stop himself from slobbering on her. "Now I'm going to remove your gag," she said, "and you're going to use your teeth to disrobe me. Do you understand?" He nodded his understanding. She loosened his gag and lowered it to hang around his neck. "Monica," he said when his mouth was free. "I need to talk." "I didn't give permission to speak!" "You know I want to please you, but I don't know how much time we have before we're separated again. And we really need to talk." "You're headed into dangerous territory, slave, by speaking out of turn. You think this is important enough to risk ruining my good mood?" "I need to know. Is Helga still trying to buy me from you?" "Of course," she said, caressing his body as she spoke. "Like I said, you're popular." "Did they offer you a job? Here?" "Mm-hmm," she moaned as she slid her hand down his back. "They're very interested in us. It's flattering." "But you know you can't. Right?" She grabbed both his nipples and squeezed. "How presumptuous! Telling me what I can or can't do? You're very close to spoiling the moment." "I'm sorry, mistress. Ow! But what did you tell her? I mean, you couldn't—that is, maybe you could, but you didn't. Did you?" Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 03 "You're really concerned about this aren't you? That's so sweet. If I sold you to someone else, you'd be so sad, wouldn't you?" "You have no idea." Adam swallowed nervously. "So you're saying you didn't?" "Oh, how you'd miss me! Oh, how you'd cry! What if I sold you, hmm? Whatever would you do?" "It's not funny." "I like seeing you like this. So full of doubt! What's going to happen to you? Hmmm?" "Monica!" She sighed with disappointment. "If you must know, I haven't given Kathy my answer yet. Part of me is curious to see how high they're willing to go. So I said I'd think about it." "Monica, are you crazy?" "Aren't you curious how much they're willing to--" She stopped. "Did you just call me crazy?" Before he could even think of an apology, she stuffed the ball gag back in his mouth. This time she secured it with a padlock she had found on her dresser. "I've been taught that there are some things a slave may not say to his mistress under any circumstances. THAT was one of them." She turned away and opened a drawer full of locks and chains. "You question my sanity? Mine? Then you question my fitness to be your mistress! You imply that my authority over you can be challenged! And you've hurt my feelings! Mistress Kathy was right. I've been too indulgent." Adam tried to protest, but his words came out muffled as Monica secured locks to each of his restraints. "Did you notice that all of your buckles are designed to accept these little locks? At first I didn't understand why. I mean, once the hands are secured, you can't undo a buckle or a clasp anyway. Right? But now I know that locks are useful for preventing others from undoing my work. And I've decided you need a more tangible reminder of what I can do to you!" When she had secured the last lock, she dangled a key in front of him. "For convenience, all these locks may be opened with a single key. This one. Now I'm going to show you something a CRAZY woman might do." Monica left the room, leaving the door to the corridor wide open. He was fully restrained, naked, gagged, and tied to a bedpost, and he could only watch as she left the room. And she had taken the key with her. She'll come back, he thought. This is her idea of a joke. She'll come back, and laugh, and then we'll make love. A minute passed, and then two. Three female guests walked by and gasped, lingering in the doorway long enough to see if anyone else had noticed what they had discovered. Someone had. The group backed away as Helga walked into the room smiling evilly. She closed the door, leaving the others out in the hall. "I saw Mistress Monica on her way out," she said. "She seemed very upset about something. And she gave me this." She dangled the key. "For some reason, she's placed you in my care for tonight." She moved closer to him. "My goodness, what on earth did you say to her?" To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 04 Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission Chapter 4 "I don't think you'd tell me," said Helga. "Even if I removed your gag, I don't think you'd be truthful about what just happened here between you and your mistress. It's just as well that I'm leaving your gag in place." He offered no resistance. He couldn't. His back was against the post of the canopy bed to which he had been chained. Even if he weren't, he wouldn't get far with his legs strapped together. Helga allowed her hand to hover over his uncovered shaft without actually touching it. "Still rigid I see." She tapped it just to see it wobble. "You really can't help it, can you? I've never seen such a powerful response to domination. You're a natural submissive." She allowed three fingertips to dance momentarily over his member. It throbbed involuntarily at her touch. "You have a look in your eyes that I've seen before," she whispered. "I frighten you, yet you want me. You want me to relieve you of all that pressure—all that man juice inside you. And no wonder! We've been stimulating you all day, poor thing!" She placed her arms around him and stared into his eyes. "I want you, too. And I'm going to have you—at the time of my choosing. "Just not now." She slapped his scrotum and walked away from him. "As much as I would enjoy doing you, I will enjoy the thought of you yearning for me even more. It's because I'm such a bitch. Feel free to whimper if you like." Adam made no sound. Everything Helga said was true. "Ready for a hop outside?" She undid the lock that tied his leash to the bedpost. "Here's the immediate problem. Word is spreading among the guests that there's a tied-up naked slave here who's unattended and erect. That means we're about to have company. I could lock you in this room, but those girls will wait for hours for you to come out, and that would put us off our schedule. So I can either," she held up two fingers, "A) Sneak you outside before they get here, or B) defuse the situation by putting some clothes on you. I've already ruled out B because you've done nothing to earn it and—as I've already explained--I'm a bitch. The door's open, so start hopping. There's a van parked at the rear exit." She led him down the hall and out a back door into the cool night air. By moonlight he hopped down a series of steps toward a parked van. "Do you need to pee?" she asked when they reached the van. By now Adam knew that this question was part of bondage protocol during extended bondage sessions—a sure sign that he would not be untied anytime soon. "I won't allow you to use a bathroom, or your hands for that matter, but I can take you into the garden and point you downwind." She smiled. "I'll even stand watch." She was disappointed when he declined her offer. So she locked him inside the van and instructed him to stay out of sight until she returned. She still had other duties to perform at the party. While she was gone, he made no attempt to escape. Where could he go? He tried to make himself comfortable, but there was no way to do it while tied, gagged and naked. Occasionally party-goers stumbled by the van and peered inside the windows. Having only darkness to conceal himself, he lay very still until they went away. And he was still unbearably horny. Helga had been right about his response to domination. He was unable to get the words "man juice" out of his mind. After what seemed like hours, the party ended. The van door slid unexpectedly open, and his bikini-clad classmates piled back into the vehicle for the trip back to the compound. Each of them had their arms secured behind their backs as mandated in common areas, and most (but not all) of them had gags in their mouths, prompting Adam to wonder how the ungagged girls had earned this privilege. The other slaves were packed in tightly around him, making it impossible for them to ignore how "handsome" he had become. "We're glad to see you, too," teased an ungagged slave girl, knowing he could not reply. Muffled giggles came from various gagged mouths as the girl who made the comment eyed him and grinned salaciously. Now even among subs, he was a subject of ridicule. Minutes later, when the van was underway and the brazen girl was certain the mistresses weren't paying attention, she quietly leaned toward him--across the lap of one of her classmates—and placed her mouth around his member. He welcomed her effort, even though he suspected she was only trying to humiliate him further, or perhaps just to see what she could get away with. He didn't care. But even this simple act was not to be. A mistress in the front lashed out with her crop to reprimand the horny sub. The slave bolted upright, then bit her own lip hungrily. "No one gave you permission to do that," snapped Helga. "Not to him. He hasn't earned it." Twenty minutes later, they reached the slaves' dorm. The subs disembarked and were untied so they could return to their rooms and ready themselves for bed. Only Adam was left tied. He was forced to hop to his room, led by Helga with a leash. Upon reaching his room, she untied only his arms and ordered him into bed. When he had done so, his arms were immediately retied to the bedposts. She dangled the key in front of him. "Would you like me to undo your gag? You've been muzzled all evening." He nodded. She undid the lock and removed the gag. "Is my bed a common area now?" he asked. "An interesting thought," she said. "Would you like that? I could leave your door open so anyone could just wander in all night long and enjoy you. Ooooh, the possibilities! It hardly sounds restful, but..." "No, thank you, mistress. I prefer the door closed." "Sensible. We can enjoy a moment in private." She reached for a bottle of lubricant and squeezed some onto her latex-gloved hands. Still fully clothed in her catsuit, she stepped onto his bed and straddled him. Her hands started to move freely about his body. "There you go again," she said, noticing his reaction. "You can't help being what you are. This place brings it out of you. It brings it out of everyone. Listen." When they were quiet, they heard moaning from the next room. "Your classmates can't resist it, either. They yearn for their mistresses, but in their absence, they'll turn to anyone. "This place draws natural passions out of those who come here. Your natural passion is to be dominated. Our curriculum just augments what's already inside you." She was now gently stroking him, encouraging him further. "During this phase of the training, we allow you a few brief visits with your mistresses—just enough to stroke your desire, not enough satisfy you. Listen." The moaning from next door intensified. "The students are going mad with longing. Soon there will be nothing they won't do to please us! "But your classmates at least had a brief release of their tension tonight. You've had no relief at all, poor thing." As her stroking increased in intensity, his entire body twisted against his restraints. "Are you ready for relief?" she asked. "Answer me." "Yes," he panted. "Are you sure that you want me to satisfy you?" "Yes!" he shouted. "Well, I get little satisfaction from giving out hand jobs." She released her grip and walked out the door. In disbelief, Adam watched her leave. She poked her head back into view, smiling wickedly. "When I get to my room, I'm going to pleasure myself and think only of you." She blew him a kiss before leaving and locking the door behind her. Someone in the next room screamed in ecstasy. No one returned to untie Adam. It took him hours to fall asleep. In the morning, it was Mistress Ling who woke him. She unlocked his door and threw a silk thong onto his bare chest. "I'll be right back to help you put it on," she said, "right after I deliver the rest of these costumes to your classmates." He had no choice but to wait for her return. When she did, she released him from his restraints and ordered him to put on his new uniform. "I am to watch you put it on and to make sure you do not touch yourself." Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing. Now beyond shame, he felt only anger. "Why do I get such special attention?" he asked. Mistress Ling smiled. "Isn't it obvious? You have caught Mistress Helga's eye." "What if I have to pee?" he asked. "I'll have to touch myself." "I will escort you to a urinal and tie your hands behind your back." "Are you kidding?" Mistress Ling scowled. "If you prefer, I will hold it for you." "I don't have to pee now." "Yes, you do. You haven't relieved yourself since noon yesterday. Mistress Helga keeps track of all your bodily functions." Adam was dumbfounded. Mistress Ling continued, "If you don't accept my offer of a bathroom break now, you'll eventually have to beg for one from Mistress Helga later. By now you know how unpleasant it can be to need a favor from her." He relented. She escorted him to a urinal and taught him to use it in an entirely new way. When he was done, she insisted on shaking his member for him before agreeing to untie his hands. He tried to put the memory behind him. He was led to the weight room where the rest of the class was already engaged in a vigorous exercise session. His classmates--wearing only baby tees and thongs--had already worked up a sweat since the humidity was high that morning and the air conditioning was mysteriously turned off. Then the mistresses decided to follow up with calisthenics outside because, as they said, "the weather is so nice." It was raining. The mistresses stayed dry under umbrellas while the class exerted themselves in a driving tropical rain. Mistress Helga alone dared to get wet. Attired entirely in rubber, she seemed immune to the elements, appointing herself drill sergeant and shouting commands to motivate her wet charges. Afterwards, they showered, toweled each other off, and wrung out their wet clothes as best they could before putting them back on for lunch. The rest of the day was a blur for Adam. There was a class in bartending which might have been therapeutic if Adam had been paying attention, but he was distracted by the instructor's obvious attempts to get him drunk. He could not afford to be drunk tonight. Throughout the day, he thought only of what he would say to Monica when next he saw her. His three-step plan was: apologize, indulge, and beg. Apologize for offending her (even though she was wrong), then indulge her whims (no matter how crazy they might be), and finally, beg her to end his ordeal (no matter what she demanded in return). He felt that he was running out of time, that the Academy was changing her into something unfamiliar to him, and that after two weeks in such an environment, she might be unable or unwilling to change back. Doubts plagued him. What if there were no party tonight? If not, what would happen instead? Adam was actually relieved when, late in the afternoon, the mistresses tied them up again and herded them into the vans for the trip to the north campus. After the fiasco of the previous night, Adam was confident he was ready for any surprise they could throw at him. The vans deposited them in front of the mansion, and the sounds of partygoers could be heard inside. At the door, each of the subs was greeted by her own mistress who then removed the gag from her slave's mouth. Adam, however, was greeted by Mistress Helga. "Miss me?" she asked after removing his gag. Without waiting for an answer to her question, she fondled his crotch. "Where's Monica?" asked Adam, trying to ignore what she was doing. "Oh, you do miss me," said Helga slowly massaging him. "Mistress Ling has guarded you well. I admire her self-control." "Please," said Adam. "Where is Monica, Mistress Helga?" He hoped using her official form of address might flatter her into becoming more forthcoming. "Mistress Monica will not be attending the party this evening," said Helga when she felt he had been properly fluffed. "What?" he asked. "But why not?" "I didn't ask. I must say, however, Monica seemed very upset with you. It's such a shame. You got all tied up for a party tonight, and your mistress isn't even here to unwrap you!" Adam was at a loss for words. He asked the obvious. "What now?" "Well, for your classmates, the slave games will continue. But not for you. Without Mistress Monica present, you would be teamed with me, and I've been barred from the games." "Why?" "I cheat. Did I mention I'm a bitch? So I had in mind a change of scenery. I thought that instead of another routine bondage party, I could take you on a tour of the Academy--show you the parts that tourists never see." Helga led him by the leash around to the back side of the mansion where a small sulky was waiting for them. Attached to the front of the sulky was a woman dressed as a horse. "It's such a beautiful night for a carriage ride, I couldn't resist bringing my Pony." The woman was covered—except for her face--in tight-fitting black rubber. Simulated horse ears were attached to a harness around her head. Her hands were enclosed in hoof-shaped mittens which encumbered her hands so effectively that they could no longer be used as hands. Her boots had been designed in a similar hoof-like fashion. There was a single zipper in her costume which started at her neckline and continued between her legs toward her ass where a tail was neatly fitted. A bit gag between the woman's teeth completed the horse effect. Her eyes (which looked very human to Adam) seemed to be pleading with him. Mistress Helga led Adam into the sulky where they both sat down. Helga took out a whip and lashed the Pony on her backside. "Citadel!" she commanded. "Move!" The Pony trudged forward in silence, pulling the sulky behind her. Her boots made a light clopping sound on the pavement. "By now, you've seen the north campus where the mistresses are trained," said Helga, "and the south campus where the slaves are trained. Tonight I'm going to show you what's on the western shore." "Who's trained there?" "You," she purred. "That is, if I get my way. The Citadel is where I live--with the rest of our staff. And it's where the business side of our operation takes place." As the Pony clopped along, Adam's attention was drawn toward her tail. He could no longer delude himself that it was attached to the outside of her costume. Instead, he realized, the tail worked in conjunction with the costume to violate its wearer, and the helpless Pony could do nothing to remove it. After more than half an hour of riding through a dense forest, a beachside fortress appeared ahead of them overlooking the ocean. It was silhouetted against the setting sun, giving it a dark, ominous look. As they drew closer, a closed drawbridge became visible in the Citadel wall. A dark shape was suspended next to the drawbridge which Adam was unable to identify until it spoke. "Mistress Helga approaches!" said the woman who dangled in a kind of leather cocoon with only her head exposed. Her sole purpose seemed to be to announce visitors. The drawbridge lowered so the Pony could continue without breaking stride. Once they had crossed, it closed behind them. As they passed the gate, Adam noticed a fearsome guard wearing form-fitting armor. Her steel-plated bra was designed to accentuate her ample breasts and chiseled abs. Her chainmail skirt was slit all the way to the belt which held the scabbard for her broadsword. Her stern yet beautiful face eyed them suspiciously as they passed. Adam decided he never wanted to see that guard angry. Inside the stone wall was a parking lot, and beyond that was a mixture of modern buildings and ancient stone towers. Although a few vans and limousines were parked in the lot, most of the inhabitants moved about on foot within the Citadel walls. Interspersed among the pedestrians were a variety of carriages, rickshaws and pedicabs--all drawn by human "ponies." The environment was far stranger than anything Adam had ever seen or imagined. Subs and dommes were wearing lingerie out in the open, while others went nude and were unashamed. The Pony continued to pull Helga and Adam down a narrow avenue and toward a stable where a male slave unhitched her and led her into a straw-covered pen. Helga did not allow Adam time to contemplate what the Pony's actual living conditions were, but instead led him immediately into a corridor leading to an older part of the Citadel. Helga graciously undid the straps that bound his arms before leading him into the next room. "Aren't you afraid I might try to escape?" he asked. Before Helga could answer, they entered a crowded dining hall filled with dozens of armored female warriors—each of them attired as the guard at the gate had been. Most of the stern-faced women held swords, although some carried maces or axes instead. It could have been a scene from an Amazonian fable. Each looked at Adam and seemed perversely pleased to see him. "Escape?" asked Helga. "Good gracious, no! Where would you go?" To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 05 Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission Chapter 5 There were about thirty armored women staring at Adam. Their midriff-bearing armor was designed more for vanity than for functionality, but the swords in the scabbards were real. Most of the women were seated at wooden tables while their food was being served. A few slaves of both sexes nervously tended to their needs. The servers were naked except for manacles on their wrists attached to steel collars with short chains that severely restricted the slaves' movements and required them to stoop while setting food on the tables. The servers took no notice of the visitors, having numerous other tasks to keep them busy. The armored women, on the other hand, were entirely focused on Adam. "He's with me," announced Helga. "I'm giving him the tour." The guards relaxed a bit, but continued to stare. "The Elite Guard is responsible for security at the Academy," Helga explained to Adam. "Thanks to their efforts, escape attempts are unheard of." Helga led him through the dining hall to a door at the far end. As he left the room, he noticed one of the guards pointing a cell phone camera at him—capturing an image of his backside as he left. So they're not without technology, Adam thought to himself. Helga led him down a long corridor with stone walls. "Earlier you seemed concerned for the well-being of my Pony," observed Helga. "That's good. I'm thinking of having you trained as a stable boy. You would be responsible for the care and feeding of all the ponies. The position comes with some benefits." "Benefits?" he asked. "Yes, here there is rank even among slaves. As a stable boy, you would be allowed the freedom to walk about the Citadel in the attendance of your duties. Those duties would include restraining the ponies prior to their feeding and bathing. Once they are restrained, you would strip them, feed them, shampoo them, and hose them down before reharnessing them. Their hooves are never removed, you see, and with hooves for hands, they can't do any of those things for themselves. Your position would allow you to have your pick of the ponies any time you choose to indulge yourself." Helga led him through a maze of corridors. Other mistresses they encountered leered at him shamelessly. "It's hard to believe it would be safe for a sub to wander the halls unattended," he said. "That depends on what you mean by 'safe.' As a slave, you would have to be ready to satisfy the urges of any mistress without notice. But in time, you would learn to appreciate that kind of spontaneity. And as my slave, other mistresses would be barred from activities that left permanent marks on you. Permanent marks would be left to my discretion." The corridor led to a mezzanine overlooking a large room filled with industrial equipment. The machines were attended by weary female slaves in tank tops and g-strings, and the entire operation was overseen by whip-bearing mistresses. A conveyor belt transported a long line of dildos which the girls bagged and boxed for delivery. "This is one of our factories," said Helga. "Another of our revenue streams. We manufacture a wide variety of sex toys which we market on the internet. Our brand is known for its excellent quality and unusual designs." Helga led Adam to a newer part of the complex with polished floors and white walls. Except for the scantily clad people, it could have been a hospital. Most of the slaves were naked, and many of the mistresses chose to wear only high boots and corsets. Such a mistress greeted them as she led her own slave by a leash. "Is this another recruit?" she asked. "He looks yummy!" She casually fingered herself as she leered at Adam. "A student, actually," Helga said, "but one who shows promise." "A student?" said the other mistress, a note of suspicion in her voice. "They're not allowed in the Citadel." "Are you challenging my authority?" The other mistress blanched. "No, Mistress Helga. I just wondered—" "Then wonder quietly," recommended Helga. "And somewhere else." The other mistress was quickly on her way. As Adam had suspected, not all mistresses were equal here, and Helga was high within the hierarchy. Adam was led into an amphitheater where mistresses taking notes observed an experiment in progress. In the center of the room, a girl was attached to a kind of electric fucking machine, and electrodes were attached all over her body. As the machine churned and the girl panted in involuntary passion, a diagram of her brain was displayed on a large screen. A mistress in a lab coat pointed to the screen and commented authoritatively about changes happening within the pleasure center of the slave's brain. Helga whispered to avoid disturbing the proceedings. "Since desire is our industry, it pays to be on the cutting edge. We don't share our findings with the outside world, so we've been able to accumulate quite a bit of knowledge unknown anywhere else. It's safe to say we know more about sex than anyone on the planet. Perhaps you'd like to work here? The benefits of being a lab slave are rather obvious." The subject of the experiment cried out in ecstasy, using what little freedom she had to twist against the machine in euphoric spasms. Adam said nothing, so Helga led him out of the room and down the next corridor. "With all that research, it goes without saying that we have a first-rate medical facility. We have surgeons who are unequalled in surgical enhancement, but they also do other, more creative, alterations. For example, they've developed a brain implant that allows a mistress to induce an orgasm in her slave remotely—using a combination of cell phone technology and direct brain stimulation. Imagine that! All I would have to do is enter a number into my phone to pleasure you by remote control! I could dominate you without even knowing where you are!" Adam said nothing. "You're being very quiet. If you're waiting for permission to speak, you have it. I want you to ask questions. I want to show you that life as a slave here is not as bad as you may think." She led him into an older part of the Citadel and up a circular flight of stairs. He found himself being led into a wide hallway adjoining smaller rooms which appeared to be offices. The women who worked here wore business attire. "This is an administrative area. Boring, I know, but it's on the way to the porn studios. Would you enjoy being a porn slave?" Helga stopped in her tracks, and for the first time, she looked startled. In front of her was the leering mistress who had questioned her earlier, and standing next to her was Mistress Kathy. "Hello, Mistress Helga," said Kathy. "Slave," she acknowledged Adam. "Helga, I don't believe this field trip is part of his curriculum." "I felt that an extra-curricular activity was in order," said Helga. "I thought you were going to be at the party tonight, Mistress Kathy." "I left early," said Kathy, "as apparently did you. Mistress Margo, would you watch over the slave for a moment while I have a word with Mistress Helga in private?" "Of course," said Helga with insincere courtesy. She looked at Margo menacingly. "Hands off the slave 'til I get back," she warned. As Kathy and Helga disappeared into an office together, Adam heard Kathy muttering angrily, "How much has he seen?" before closing the door. There was an awkward silence as Adam and Mistress Margo stared at each other. Margo was not about to provoke Mistress Helga by sampling the new pet, so she kept a respectful distance. Sounds of a heated discussion could be heard coming from the office, but they were not distinct enough to make out words. Margo turned toward the sounds in apparent interest. "Stay here. Do nothing," she told Adam. Then she wandered over to the office door and stood in front of it—doing a poor job of pretending not to eavesdrop. Adam looked around to get a better sense of his environment. It was after dark, and almost all of the administrative staff were leaving for the night. The lighting and décor of the room were modern--unlike the rest of the building--so Adam guessed that this part of the Citadel must have been modified for its current purpose. He noticed a sign on the wall. Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 05 Ding! A bell rang. At the same moment a girl screamed and convulsed, and a motor wound down. "The first is already done!" she cried. "Faster!" He complied. He could not resist. Other gasps and moans accelerated and intensified. Motors churned faster and faster. Sweat and spittle dripped from the restrained bodies around the room. Ding! Another bell. Another woman quivered and gasped in ecstasy. "Faster!" cried Helga. "Faster!" Ding! Another bell, then more. Ding! Ding! "I said faster, goddam you!" Ding! The room filled with scattered screams. Ding! Ding, ding, ding! Ding! Ding, ding! A moment, long delayed, came to pass. He gave all he had to give. Helga accepted with maniacal spasms. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" She relaxed, panting heavily. Adam was spent--but was afraid to stop without her permission. One motor was still running. The girl riding it was pounding her thighs futilely against her vinyl mount. She grunted in manic anticipation. She howled a horrifyingly long yet muffled scream. Ding! The final girl slouched, panting blissfully. Adam stopped, able to do no more. The room was silent except for the heavy breathing of exhausted bodies and the clinking of chains. "Well?" asked Helga. "Satisfied?" To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 06 The cleanup was tedious but inevitable. As ordered, Adam released his classmates from the fucking machines, allowing the girls to go back to their rooms. He alone remained to wipe down and sterilize the equipment according to Mistress Helga's instructions. He was exhausted when she finally brought him back to his room. The next morning he was awakened by Helga herself. She explained that she had allowed him to sleep later than the rest of the class because she wanted him well-rested for the day's event, although she neglected to explain what that would be. Instead she escorted him directly to the showers and watched him as he groomed. Only after he had showered did she present him with his costume for the day: a g-string, a ball gag, bondage mittens, kneepads and leg straps. "Am I being punished again?" he asked. "No," she replied. "It's just the uniform of the day." Under her instructions, he put on the gear. Both ankles were secured tightly to his thighs, forcing him into a permanent kneeling position. She assisted him with the bondage mittens. "How will I get to class with my ankles tied to my legs? Crawl?" "Silly thing, you've just answered your own question. Do you have any others before I gag you?" "Is the class to be tied for the whole day?" "No," she replied as she put the gag in his mouth. "Just you." She attached the leash to his collar. "Heel!" she commanded and led him into the corridor. He understood immediately Helga's intent. Unable to stand, he had to follow her like a dog. "I wonder how many of your classmates will get the joke?" she mused. Teacher's pet, he thought grimly. There was no longer any pretense that he was anything else. Entering the classroom, the staff mistresses greeted him with cheers and taunts—encouraging their subs to join in on the fun. Each of his classmates took turns petting and groping him before he found his usual spot and assumed a kneeling position for the lecture. Helga asked Adam to assist her with the morning's lecture, giving her an opportunity to show her pet some new "tricks." The topic was stress positions. By morning's end, he ached whenever he moved. At lunch, he painfully crawled to the cafeteria where Helga put food in a dish on the floor for him. Helga removed his gag (but not his mittens) so he could eat only with his mouth. By now, he thought, the joke was surely wearing thin, but the women in the room thought otherwise. When he refused to eat, Helga spanked him vigorously for his ingratitude. He finally ate a little, though he wasn't hungry. After lunch Helga replaced his gag and led him back to the classroom for another session. Shortly after Mistress Ling's lecture began, however, a mistress he had never seen before entered the room and delivered a note to Mistress Helga. Helga seemed pleased to receive it, and announced to the class that Adam was to be excused from the remainder of the lecture so that he could be delivered to the dean's office for an urgent meeting. A limousine awaited outside the building to deliver them without delay to the north campus. Still gagged, he could ask nothing concerning what it was all about. Before long, he found himself being led on all fours through the lobby of the administration building where his ordeal had begun less than a week ago. Back then he had entered of his own free will. He could walk upright and speak for himself and wear real clothes. This was the last place he had worn shoes, he realized. Never before had he longed for shoes. They approached the reception desk where the same slave girl who had greeted him and Monica upon arrival was now seated--still tethered to her desk. Now she was wearing a black vinyl bikini, and he wondered who was choosing the outfits that she wore each day. He wondered all kinds of things concerning her well-being, just as he now wondered about his own. Much had changed since he had first arrived. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait," explained the slave. "Mistress Kathy is with another student." The slave girl walked around to the front of her desk (which was as far as her leash would allow her to go) and kneeled on the floor before Helga. "The fault is entirely my own," she continued, "because I underestimated the demands of my mistress's busy schedule for this afternoon. Would you like to punish me?" "I'll put it on your tab," replied Helga. "Are you certain?" the slave girl asked. "I have at least seven incidents on your tab already, Mistress Helga." "Nine," she corrected. "Your reputation is not one of forgiveness, mistress." "Then I must be planning something extra special for you when I collect." At that point, Helga remembered that Adam could hear the conversation. "Return to your duties," she told the slave girl. "This conversation is scaring my pet." The girl returned to her desk. Helga turned to Adam and said, "Obviously Mistress Kathy is with another student. We will have to wait. In the meantime, let's get that gag off." After removing his gag, Helga also removed the thigh straps and ordered him to stand. "You're not going to make me face Mistress Kathy on all fours?" "Mistress Kathy wants to speak with you. She can't hold a conversation with a dog. The metaphor would be wrong and would spoil the joke." Once standing, Adam felt like a human again. However, Helga quickly used the same straps to bind his hands and elbows behind his back. The plaque he first noticed on the wall of the lobby days ago was still there. ALL SLAVES MUST BE APPROPRIATELY RESTRAINED WHILE IN THE COMMON AREAS. Once bound, Helga led him by his leash to some chairs at the edge of the room. She sat down and allowed him to sit next to her. By now, sitting in a real chair felt like a privilege. "Do you know what this is all about?" asked Adam. "Of course," replied Helga. Adam did not ask her to elaborate. When she intended for him to know, she would tell him. He already knew the rules to this game. After a few minutes, a mistress emerged from the corridor leading a male slave by his leash. He was heavily restrained, and the backs of his legs bore red marks—evidence of a recent lashing. "Mistress Kathy will see you now," said the receptionist slave. Helga led Adam down the hall and right up to the door of the office. She opened the door for him. "After you," she said. Adam entered the office and immediately averted his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress Kathy. I didn't realize you would be naked." "Really?" she asked. Kathy was reclining on top of her table in a way that lacked any modesty. "My receptionist should have TOLD you I was with another student." She sat upright on the table. "Helga, secure the slave in the suspension cuffs. I need to have a serious talk with him." Kathy was referring to a pair of cuffs dangling by chains from the ceiling. Helga removed the straps from his arms and secured him in the hanging cuffs. She used a ratchet crank on the wall to raise the chains until Adam's feet were elevated off the ground. "Remove his uniform," ordered Kathy. Helga quickly removed his g-string, then used straps to bind his ankles and knees together. A short hooked chain was used to secure his ankles to a recessed ring in the floor. A final turn on the crank stretched his body to its limit—immobilizing him entirely. "Thank you, Helga. Efficient as always. Now leave us." Helga kissed him on the cheek before leaving the office. When the door was closed, Kathy took a long moment just to stare at him. "Are you going to tell me what this is about?" he asked. "Enjoy the suspense." She stroked Adam's cock in a casual way. It responded immediately. "The disciplinary situation with your mistress has nearly been resolved, but before I close the file entirely, I wanted to speak with you." "Did Monica take the job offer?" "We negotiated with her for your contract, but her price was too high. That offer was rescinded." Adam was relieved but said nothing. Kathy asked, "Did you enjoy your little field trip last night?" "It was informative, mistress." "Yes, I can imagine. We don't usually let students see the Citadel." "I can't imagine why." "Still cheeky, I see. As you've no doubt guessed, our enrollment depends upon positive word-of-mouth from our students—many of whom are repeat customers. If they knew too much about how our island really works, our regulars might be scared off." "Bad for business." "Yes, it's to our benefit to keep certain trade secrets from our students. But you're not a typical student, are you? You've been . . . popular." "I noticed I was getting special attention." "Very special. It seems Helga couldn't resist giving you the grand tour." "Am I here to sign a non-disclosure agreement? I will. I'll agree to anything you ask." "I know you will. But first, the business at hand. Monica, your mistress, was found to be in breach of contract and had to be expelled." Adam welcomed this news. "When can I see her?" "Your mistress will claim you in due time. Do you remember when I mentioned the forfeiture clause?" "Yes. The one I didn't get to read." "Apparently Monica didn't read it either." "I'm not worried about getting our money back." Kathy laughed as though he had made a joke. "That's the least of your concerns. Under the clause, one of the things she forfeits is you." "What?" "Officially, we took possession of you at noon today—about 40 minutes ago." "That's not possible." "It's a fact. If it's any consolation, Monica was very upset about it." "It's illegal. When I signed the slave contract, you said no court would honor it." "No American court. That's another one of our trade secrets. You haven't been in America since you left the airport. Didn't you think it was unusual that you had to take such a long ride by boat just to get to this island?" As Kathy talked, she started to absent-mindedly finger her pussy, gaining pleasure from Adam's collapsing hope of ever leaving the Academy. "Our marketing staff calls this place a school," she purred as if to herself. "Our customers think of it as a resort. But it's more than either. In reality, the Academy is a sovereign country." She rose from the table and walked over to him. She grabbed him by shoulders and started to climb him as an exotic dancer climbs a pole. "A small country, to be sure," she panted into to his ear as she ground her body against his. His arms ached from the weight of both their bodies. With one of her feet resting on his ankle strap, she wrapped her other leg around him, placing her heel on the back of his knee strap. She continued to climb him in a feat of unexpected athleticism. "Our country won't be found on any maps, but we have a constitution which is premised on the right of anyone to sign away his rights--even into slavery." By now both of her heels were firmly placed on the strap around his knees, and by pulling her body against his, she allowed his cock to slide into her. She rocked against him for maximum effect. "You signed a slave contract willingly," she gasped, "which makes it so very LEGAL under our law!" The conversation became a session of grunting and moaning which lasted several minutes. Countless thoughts went through his mind—all competing with the undeniable reality of her body against his. All of those thoughts led relentlessly back to him being under her absolute control. It ended in an ecstatic shriek heard throughout the building as he expended himself inside of her. Moments later, she slid off of him and lay down on the floor. Both were breathing heavily. He continued to hang helplessly for minutes more—watching her heaving breasts as she lay panting. Finally she rose from the floor and seated herself behind the table. "That," she sighed, "was your graduation ceremony. Congratulations." Among the items on her table, she found her glasses and put them on. "Now then, I promised that your mistress would come and claim you. Helga?" Helga entered the room. She bore a smile that terrified him. "Adam has been granted an early graduation," explained Kathy. "Adam, Helga is your new mistress, and effective immediately, she will be training you in your new duties." "Isn't this exciting?" squealed Helga as she gave him a giddy hug. "You're my bitch now!" What happened next was a blur. His g-string was returned, and his arms were again secured behind his back. He found himself being ushered out of a back entrance and into a limousine. "Citadel!" said Helga to the chauffeur. The driver complied, wasting no time bringing Adam back to the west side of the island. "I get a limo?" he asked. "Mistress Kathy is already cross with me for bringing the Pony to the campus last night, so I arranged for a car instead. Visits from my Pony tend to upset the students." "Understandably," he mumbled. "Now that you're on our staff, you will not be permitted to speak to students," she explained. "Not ever. Is that understood?" "Afraid of what I might say?" he asked. "You understand, then. Secrets must be kept. Now let me remove those bonds. We are not on the campus anymore, and the dress code at the Citadel is a bit more casual." She untied his hands, but left his collar on. "When we get to the Citadel, I will give you a new collar. One made of steel--more befitting of a lifelong slave. Now remove your g-string." He hesitated, but then slipped it off, knowing there was no point in asking why. She rolled down the window and tossed his only remaining garment out of the car. "You will go without clothes from now on," she said rolling up the window. "I've put a lot of thought into it." They were nearly at their destination when Adam worked up the nerve to ask, "Are you ever going to tell me what Monica did that got her expelled?" Helga considered this. "I suppose there's no harm in telling you," she said. "She's not your mistress anymore, so she's in no position to complain. She was found to be in breach of contract." "How so?" Helga grinned evilly. "Her tuition check bounced. Did she tell you she was having financial trouble?" Adam was stunned into silence. Helga continued, "I guess not. It was quite fortunate for us. It allowed us to collect you at a bargain." The limousine arrived inside the Citadel walls. As before, the residents within were moving about in carriages drawn by slave women in horse costumes. The slaves all shared the same look of despair. A male slave in tight rubber shorts was waiting for them with a 4-wheeled dolly. "He's here to pick up my cargo," Helga told the driver. Adam thought he was the cargo, so he was relieved when she told the driver, "Pop the trunk. I'll have Adam unload it." Adam and Helga stepped out of the car. A few feet away, he noticed Helga's Pony from the night before again attached to a sulky and waiting for them. He approached the trunk with caution. "Is this where you force me to unload whatever torture device I'm going to be strapped to tonight?" he asked. "You know me so well," said Helga, smiling wickedly. "Open the trunk and look at it." Adam didn't know what to expect when he opened the trunk, but he was unprepared for what he saw. "Mmph!" grunted Monica through her gag. She was naked and tightly bound in a fetal position inside. A tight-fitting hood covered most of her head but left her glaring eyes uncovered. Helga ignored Monica's distress and turned to Adam. "We told you she was upset. She should have read the forfeiture clause. Under the terms of her contract, she forfeited an awful lot." Monica stared at Adam with fury—as if he had had something to do with her captivity. Adam could not bear to look at her accusing eyes. "Remove her and place her on the dolly." "Mistress Helga, I—" "You cannot help her by noncompliance," Helga interrupted. "You can only make your own situation worse. Now put the bitch on the dolly!" Adam was torn, but could see no alternative. He placed his arms gingerly around his former mistress and lifted her onto the dolly. "I'm sorry," he whispered so that only she could hear. "You should be furious with her," said Helga. The male slave was about to wheel the helpless Monica away, but Helga motioned for him to wait. To Adam, she said, "You know your current situation is totally her fault. I would understand if you'd like to take a moment to piss on her. I'll watch." "No," said Adam. "You're certain?" Adam could say nothing more, and looked away in shame. With Helga's consent, the slave took Monica away. "What's going to happen to her?" he asked. "She'll be repurposed. As a former mistress, she's untrainable. But those who cannot be trained can still be broken." "Repurposed as what?" Adam watched as the slave rolled Monica away. "A pony," said Helga. "All the ponies on the island are former mistresses." To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Academy Ch. 07 MISTRESS KATHY'S ACADEMY OF DOMINATION AND SUBMISSION Chapter 7 Helga and Adam stepped into the sulky, and the Pony pulled them forward. As the Pony struggled, he noticed other pony girls pulling other conveyances up and down the boulevards. He couldn't ignore the quiet desperation in their eyes and couldn't help wondering what misfortunes had brought them all here. "As a country, we're very small, but also very old," shared Helga. "We've been doing this a long time, so naturally we're very good at it. For most of our history, only the elite and powerful knew about us, but now anyone with the right kind of fetish and an internet connection can learn about our unique services. Business is booming, and it's forced us to become more aggressive in our recruitment." Adam contemplated his future—living as a slave here among these powerless pony girls. "What's my role going to be here?" he asked. "Have you decided?" "Stable boy is out. That position comes with certain privileges which have to be negotiated in advance. We didn't negotiate in your case. We acquired you by default, so you get the standard slave contract with none of the perks." She grinned evilly. "If Monica hadn't been so obstinate, she could have bargained a better position for you." She absent-mindedly placed her hand on his cock to remind him that she could. "I'm picturing you more as an indoor slave. Housework and light entertainment. Duties that will keep you close to my bedroom." Helga had another sudden mood swing. "I just remembered we never finished your tour last night! And we're riding past what would have been our final stop." She abruptly pulled back on the reins, causing the Pony's head to jerk back violently. The sulky stopped in front of the stone structure where the previous night's "tour" had been interrupted by Mistress Kathy. She handed the Pony's reins to Adam. "Tie her to that hitching post so she doesn't wander off. We'll only be a moment." Adam noticed that each rein had a special clasp at the end that could only be released by someone with fingers, preventing any ponies with hooves over their hands from tampering with them. Under Helga's supervision, Adam secured the Pony to the post. Helga led him inside to the area that was for administrative use. Beautiful women wearing office attire were going about their duties and were not at all surprised to see a naked man led by a leash through their workplace. "I realized last night that you must have noticed the sign on the wall," said Helga. "Aren't you curious?" Adam looked again at the sign. MEDLAB-f STUDIOS h DUNGEON g "I assumed you would tell me about it when you wanted me to know," said Adam. "Oh, I want you to know about it," she said excitedly. "Come along." She led him into the dark room whose door was marked DUNGEON. It still looked to him like a gothic foyer. "No one's using it at the moment," she observed. "Turn on the light." She indicated the gaudy floor lamp whose base was shaped like a woman. With a pull of the chain, he turned it on. The lamp stared back at him and blinked. "Mother fucker!" he cursed. "Aren't they darling?" asked Helga. "I decorated this room myself!" All of the furniture were people--helpless, bound and immobilized. The Lamp, startled by his outburst, lurched within her tight bonds, but her trembling body was held firmly in place by a pole extending down the back of her costume and into the floor. The post concealed the wiring which made the Lamp functional. "This isn't the real dungeon of course," said Helga. "This is just the entry area. Our staff uses this room as a lounge to relax in--or just to have a quick orgasm. The real dungeon is through that door over there." She indicated the door on the far side of the room. This place is sick! thought Adam. Everyone here's insane! I have to get out of here, no matter what it takes. "I see I've made an impression," said Helga. "Based on your reaction, I don't think you're ready to see the actual dungeon. Maybe later, when your training is complete, I'll show you everything." She tugged on his leash and led him back through the administrative area. "What," he asked when he had found his voice, "did they do to deserve that?" "Some slaves can't be trained or broken," she explained, no longer smiling. "They become furniture. I showed you so you can learn from their mistake." She pulled his leash and led him outside. The Pony was still tied to the post where they had left her. Before her reins could be unfastened, however, a male slave in spandex shorts and a zippered hood appeared. He pushed a small cart which contained flexible tubes, empty bottles, and mundane items like soap, tampons, toilet paper, and a large bag of dog food. "May I please have a word, mistress?" he asked. "Excuse me, Adam," said Helga. "I have to talk to the boy who feeds my furniture. Just be a moment." Adam wanted to hear what she had to say to the other slave, but he was distracted by the Pony. With Helga's attention divided, the Pony seemed eager to speak to Adam. "Tag my gag owf," she whispered through her bit, pulling futilely at it with her hooved hands. "Pleash!" Helga was still engaged with the other slave, so he quickly unclasped the bit from the Pony's mouth. She was about to say something when Helga happened to look their way. "What are you doing?" she demanded. The Pony, acting on a whim, suddenly wrapped her arms around Adam and kissed him on the lips. He tried to pull away, but the Pony only squeezed him tighter. "By now you should have noticed that the island's residents don't have much in the way of impulse control," explained Helga. "A side effect of prolonged exposure to the environment. Bad enough on a normal day, but you encouraged her by taking out her bit!" Helga angrily pried the Pony off Adam and slapped her harshly across the mouth. Then the mistress replaced the bit. "Bad Pony!" Helga and Adam returned to the sulky, and the chastised Pony obediently pulled them along their way. Finally they reached a small stable at the southern end of the Citadel grounds. Inside, the floor was covered with straw as if it were intended for an animal, but as near as Adam could tell, the Pony was the only occupant. Helga unzipped the Pony's tight rubber suit from ass to navel—removing the tail from the Pony's body and exposing her pussy while leaving the slave's restraints in place. "The gag stays in tonight because you're a bad Pony," explained Helga. Then she left the Pony alone, closing the stable door and latching it from the outside. "She'll be more obedient in the morning." Despite what the Pony had done, Adam worried for her well-being, but said nothing. Helga led Adam along a short path that led through some trees and across a footbridge overlooking a koi pond. The path ultimately led to a stone structure at the southernmost end of the Citadel grounds. "Welcome to your new home," said Helga. Her home offered plenty of privacy. Adam had not seen anyone else since leaving the stable. Helga led him through an elaborate foyer with a grand staircase. Among the gothic architecture was a chair with built-in wrist and ankle restraints. There were also rings set into the stone walls at regular intervals, providing an infinite variety of places to restrain an uncooperative slave. "In time, I'll show you all the rooms, but right now I'm eager to show you my bedroom." As they went up the stairs and through a hallway, Adam glimpsed inside the various rooms and realized that each was designed in some way for bondage activities. But none of the rooms compared to Helga's bedroom. Here the metal rings were inset not only in the walls, but in the floor as well, and the ceiling was dominated by an elaborate pulley system for suspending anything--or anyone--Helga desired. A hot tub was set into the floor on the left, while at the right was an enormous bed set against a wall-sized mirror. At the far end of the room was on open set of French doors leading to a balcony with a view of the ocean. Just to the side of the hot tub was a hanging cage with an open padlock hanging on the latch. This is where Helga directed Adam's attention. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable," explained Helga. She turned a metal ratchet on the wall which slowly lowered the cage to the floor. "While I'm in my wardrobe, I don't want you to wander off, so you're going to wait for me in this cage. You don't mind do you?" When Adam made no reply, she said, "The question's rhetorical, of course." Helga opened the cage for Adam. As he approached, he paused to stare longingly at the ocean which was visible through the French doors. "Missing your freedom already?" By now Helga suspected that Adam was being silent just to annoy her. "Get over it. You can't change this. Not ever. Do you understand?" Adam continued to stare at the ocean. "I said, do you understand?" Adam realized he would have to respond. So he pushed Helga into the cage and slammed the door shut. "What the fuck are you doing?" she screamed after he had closed the padlock on the latch. Adam's reply was a hasty flight from the room. He ran naked through the hallway and down the stairs . . . . . . where he met the housekeeper. She was a long-stemmed beauty in a French maid's uniform as short as her legs were long. "Who are you?" she asked with alarm. Shit! he thought. He had assumed Helga lived alone. "I'm . . . new," he managed. "Adam!" called Helga from upstairs, "If you don't come back right fucking now, I am going to feed you your own fucking scrotum!" "Is the mistress in distress?" asked the housekeeper. In the calmest voice he could manage, he said, "I'll check." He ran upstairs, through the hallway, and back into the bedroom. "Sweetie!" said Helga, smiling from her cage. "You came back!" Without breaking stride, he ran through the French doors and leaped off the balcony—the longest, most frightening leap of his life—into the bushes ten feet below. Ignoring the scratches he received from his rough landing, he ran around the outside of the stone house, across the footbridge and down the path to the stable. He threw open the stable door. The Pony looked at him expectantly. Adam took the bit from her mouth. "Do you still have it?" she asked. Adam spit the key into his hand—the key the Pony had slipped into his mouth when they had kissed. "What does it do?" he asked. "It starts a power boat," she said. "A secret boat that only Helga knows about." "How do you know about it?" "I'm the one who takes her there. Yesterday, Mistress Helga set the key down while I was feeding, so I picked it up in my mouth when she wasn't looking. It's only a matter of time before she discovers the key is gone." "The time to go is now," said Adam. "The maid is going to let Helga out of the cage I put her in, and then they'll be looking for me. We have to find Monica." "You put the mistress in a cage?" The Pony looked horrified. "You'd better follow me. I know a secret way out of the Citadel." Adam would have removed the hooves from the Pony's hands before departing, but the frightened Pony felt such urgency to escape that she dashed for the exit before he had a chance. They ran down a series of narrow boulevards leading northward. When they encountered other pedestrians, they slowed to a more leisurely pace so as not to arouse suspicion. But when they heard what sounded like an air raid siren, they realized they would have to abandon stealth. "The alarm's been sounded," said the Pony. "Hurry, the boat's this way." "First we have to find Monica," said Adam. "I can't just leave her here." "You must leave her!" insisted the Pony. "They'll expect you to try to rescue her!" Adam had no reply. He knew he had only bad options. "Don't be fooled by their archaic traditions," warned the Pony. "They have technology! By now every guard in the Citadel has a picture of you on their phones. If you let yourself be caught, no one will be able to help your friend! We must leave now!" It broke Adam's heart to admit it, but she was right. He followed the Pony through an alley. Behind a utility shed was a metal door set into an earthen knoll. The Pony instructed him on how to open the door. It led to a tunnel sloping downwards. "This is where Mistress Helga makes me go when she wants to use her boat," she explained. They ran through the tunnel and emerged in a cave where an underground river led to the ocean. The boat was tethered to a crude wooden dock. They heard voices approaching, and among them was Helga's. "Find him and bring him back to me!" she screamed. "I'm going to cut off his arms and legs and make him a chandelier!" "They found us!" cried the Pony. "Can you operate the boat?" They climbed in. The Pony's hands were still hooved, so Adam had to untether the boat himself. He inserted the key and turned the boat's ignition. The engine roared to life. Warrior women carrying automatic rifles ran into the cave from the tunnel. Adam pulled back the throttle, and the boat lurched forward. They both ducked as bullets flew over their heads. The boat spewed out of the tunnel. The unexpected glare of daylight caused them to squint as the boat accelerated away from the shore. Even as the island shrank in the distance behind them, Adam didn't let up on the throttle. They continued at full speed for hours until the little boat ran out of gas. They drifted until nightfall. Adam released the Pony from her animal costume and saw how beautiful she really was. Both were tired, but also filled with relief and other emotions too powerful to describe. Safe from the island, they finally succumbed to its influence. They made love beneath the stars. When the sun rose the next day, they caught the attention of a passing cruise ship. As it approached, curious passengers gave them odd looks. Adam should have been embarrassed by their stares, but he was strangely reassured to know that naked strangers were not the norm where they were headed. Adam turned to the Pony and asked, "What will we tell them?" "They won't believe any of it," she replied. "We have no proof, and we don't even know the location of the island." "Come to think of it," said Adam, "I don't even know your real name." She smiled as if embarrassed. "It's Eve," she said. "How weird is that?" The end of Part One. The adventures of Adam and Eve continue in MISTRESS KATHY'S SLAVE CATALOG, Part Two of the Mistress Kathy Trilogy. Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 01 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter begins a sequel to "Mistress Kathy's Academy" and is the eighth chapter in the overall series. An excerpt from Adam's Sub Journal: May 9 First, notice that I'm calling this a "sub journal" instead of a slave journal. Being a sub sounds more like a choice than an obligation. BDSM has always been a fascination of mine, and being a bottom is the choice I've made. Writing a journal, however, is my mistress's idea. She says it's traditional for a sub to write his thoughts so that his mistress may have a written account of his innermost feelings. Most girlfriends just ask, "What are you thinking?" but our relationship is special. She also thinks this is a good way for me to work out my feelings regarding the traumatic adventure we both survived five months ago. By "adventure," I'm referring to the harrowing four days (it seemed longer) that I spent at Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission. It began when Monica, my former girlfriend and mistress, signed a series of contracts she didn't read containing hidden commitments to a "school" with an academic tradition of sexual slavery. It ended with her becoming trapped there, and me only narrowly escaping—with help from my new mistress, Eve, the only person I know who believes my story. Eve, of course, spent much more time on the island than I did and suffered much rougher treatment. Perhaps reading this journal will help her as well. So far, she seems reluctant to talk about her own experience there. Okay, I admit that's a hint. I hope someday she'll be ready to tell me how she arrived on the island a mistress and ended up an enslaved pony girl. Since having had this shared traumatic experience, my new mistress and I have bonded (don't laugh) in a way I never thought possible. What I used to have with Monica was thrilling, but it was mostly sex. Eve and I, on the other hand, shared an experience no one else will ever understand, and that has cemented our relationship in a powerful mutual trust. We're in love. We both know it. Not that I've forgotten about Monica or her captivity on that island. I've pursued official channels to try to get her (and others like her) out of that terrible place, but with no success. It turns out the State Department does not believe the Academy is a real place. No island of the type I've described exists, they say. The Academy is an internet hoax, they insist. Monica left the country of her own free will, they presume, and she probably doesn't want to be found. It doesn't help that I can't prove my story. Although the Academy has regular customers, it seems that repeat customers keep their patronage secret. While I was there, none of them shared anything more than their first names with me, making it impossible to find anyone on the mainland who can corroborate my story. It seems the very nature of the Academy is motivation enough to keep repeat customers silent, and new customers are thoroughly screened to keep out those who ask the wrong questions. A few bloggers know rumors of the place, but even they are skeptical. I've kept copies of every letter I've sent to authorities and of the correspondences I've had on the blogs about the subject. My new mistress urges me to give up this pursuit. She says the Academy has been doing this for too long, knows too many tricks, has too many resources. She says I mustn't blame myself for what happened to Monica, that it's out of my hands, and that what happened to her is mostly her own fault anyway. It's hard to argue that last point. I don't know what I could have done differently when I was on the island, yet I can't help wondering. Meanwhile, Eve and I have continued to pursue our fascination with BDSM, despite the promises we made to each other to give it up. My new mistress's natural tendency toward sexual dominance and my willingness to submit to it have ultimately proved irresistible. Eve says it's the lingering effect of our time on the island. She doesn't claim to understand it, but she says there's something about the place that changes people, enhancing their natural sexual tendencies and amplifying them. Apparently, the effect persists even after we leave. That explains a few things—like why Eve and I have been unable to keep our hands off each other since our return, why I seem to be in the best physical shape of my life, and why women I know are acting differently around me, as if I'm suddenly more interesting than before. And there's something else. I wouldn't mention this, but my mistress insists that I write it here. My dick is bigger. She constantly teases me about it. Enough about that. Even after what's happened, Eve wants to interact with other couples like ourselves. I guess I do, too—but I'm afraid. Can you blame me? Eve assures me that it's safe to embrace our lifestyle again. That there are real people who practice BDSM safely within caring relationships. That there is a better way to follow our passions than the brutal and reckless way taught at the Academy. And she says it's time for me to test the waters and leave the sanctuary of our home. "What's the point in having a sub if you can't show him off once in a while?" she asks me. So she wants to take me to a fetish club—out of town, where we won't be recognized. And she wants to introduce me to a friend of hers—Mistress Tina. She's a domme Eve met after our escape from the island. They trust each other, and they meet from time to time to shop for hard-to-find leather goods and discuss all things mistressy. Mistress Tina has her own sub (who's beautiful, I'm told) whom she wants us to meet, and they've decided that a bondage-themed night club is the perfect place for all of us to be introduced to each other. I admit I'm nervous. But my mistress is always right, or so she tells me. * * * Adam knew that his mistress wouldn't like him writing so much about his ex-girlfriend in his journal, but Eve had said that writing it would help him work through his feelings, and his ex was at the center of the emotional knot he felt whenever he thought about the island. Eve was going through her own adjustment phase, and Adam did what he could to help her through it. Before she'd moved in with him, Adam had hidden all the pictures of Monica that he'd had in his home. Eve was the jealous type and never apologized for it. He didn't know how she would react to seeing pictures of his former mistress and decided not to put the matter to a test. This could have annoyed him, but he understood Eve's quirks. He even found them kind of sexy. Great sex helped make up for the control issues. Eve's time at the Academy had trained her well in such matters, and now she was training him. He was even starting to look forward to their weekend getaway. In the tower above the bondage club, he was impressed by the size of the room Mistress Tina had arranged for them. "When do we meet them?" Adam asked his mistress as they settled in. "They're coming on a later flight, so they're going to meet us downstairs at The Club," Eve explained. "That gives us plenty of time to get ready to meet them." As she said this, she opened Adam's suitcase on the bed. "Hey, that's not what I packed." "No, it's not," she agreed. "I took the liberty of repacking it for you. Complaints?" Adam had wondered why his bag was so heavy. Now he knew it contained more cuffs, clasps and chains than he had packed—and fewer clothes. Eve had already started the game. "No complaints," he said. He always liked her games. "Good boy," she complimented. "I have a few surprises in here, including a variety of outfits for you to choose from." She pulled out a series of fetishy shorts and trunks he had never seen before. "I'll let you choose which one you want to wear." "I'll take these," he said, choosing the one which offered the most coverage. "I knew you'd pick that one. I shouldn't have packed it." She smiled as she put the other outfits back in the suitcase. "I generously let you choose your own outfit, so tonight, if someone comments on what you're wearing, you must now volunteer that you picked it out yourself. Understand?" "Yes, mistress." "Now here's what's going to happen next. You're going to shower. Then I'm going to help you get ready. For what I have in mind, you'll need a little help. Then you're going to sit quietly while I shower and get ready. That will take a while longer, but if you're good, I'll turn on some music while you wait. I may even mix you a cocktail which you may drink with a straw." "Why a straw?" "I think you know why." He did—and he looked forward to it. Two hours later, as he was finishing his drink, Eve emerged from the bathroom in a sparkly short cocktail dress. She posed for him, leaning against a table and crossing her perfect legs. As stunning as she was, her clothes were more subdued than his. The mirror on the wall reminded him how his spandex shorts gripped his butt, and he didn't need reminding how tightly his latex straitjacket kept his arms pulled behind his back. She said she's been waiting to show me off, he thought. Good thing I trust her. "No dominatrix suit for you?" he asked out loud. "I'm tired of that old thing," she admitted. "It's too much like my pony suit. You're the one who needs to make a good first impression on our new friends." She picked out a ball gag for him. "We won't need that," he said. "We won't need it," she agreed, "but it flatters you, so it's part of the outfit." Mercifully, she allowed the gag to hang around his neck. Finally she attached a leash to his collar and gave it a little tug. "A tug means I want a kiss," she reminded him. He kissed her. She held him close to her body. They enjoyed each other's warmth. Eve let go and took a step back. "How do I look?" "Gorgeous," said Adam. "Like a million bucks." "You look helpless and sexy," she said pulling him toward the door. "Perfect." Once in the elevator, she tugged his leash again. They kissed, and she playfully backed him against the wall as she held him. "Are you excited?" she asked. "Let's not get carried away before we get there," he said. "But I want to get carried away. You make me want to." She started to shamelessly fondle him as the elevator doors reopened revealing a pair of hotel staffers smartly dressed in skirts and blazers. Eve abruptly stopped when she saw their polite smiles. "We were just role-playing," Eve said with an embarrassed grin. "Of course," the staffers said knowingly. "You're going to The Club. It's just down the hall." They helpfully pointed the way. Adam and Eve passed through the lobby. The jealous smiles of the hotel staffers suggested they regretted that their duties didn't allow them to join the fun. "See?" Eve said. "No one's judging us here." Adam smiled back at her. He didn't even mind the stares from passersby and felt strangely safe under Eve's protection. They saw other partygoers on their way to The Club. Some were dressed in traditional party clothes like Eve while others were wearing wild fetish attire like Adam. Eve and her sub appeared mismatched—as she had no doubt planned. She tried to give the impression that she'd wandered in from the street and had picked out the slave she liked best. Inside the club, the music was loud and the lighting was synchronized to its beat. The partiers seemed energized by the atmosphere and each other. It was already difficult to see an empty table, so Eve led Adam directly to the bar. She ordered a margarita and billed it to the room. "I'll let you share my drink, since you don't have hands," Eve promised. "We'll hang out on the dance floor until we see a table open up." Naturally, she expected Adam to dance with her, which he did to her amusement. He was rewarded with sips from her drink and gentle slaps to his bottom. A crowd had gathered on the dance floor, and Adam and Eve seemed to be the center of attention. "He's cute!" another dancer said to Eve. "And his outfit's so daring!" Eve glared expectantly at Adam. "I picked it out myself," Adam obeyed. Eve smiled devilishly. She spotted a table and tugged Adam through the crowd to get to it. "Isn't this fun?" she asked as they walked across the dance floor. He admitted that it was. "Do you want another sip?" "No, I'm good. But if you don't mind, could you pull my pants back up?" Eve was shocked to see half of Adam's ass exposed. "Who did that to you?" "I thought you did." She pulled up his pants and spanked him once reproachfully. "Naughty! I see I underestimated you! Now sit down. You obviously have quite an effect on people!" The moment they sat down, they saw a pair of latex-clad women hovering over them. "I see we were heading toward the same empty table as you were," said the newcomer in the dominatrix costume. Her girlfriend in the purple vinyl straitjacket teetered awkwardly by her side. The expectant looks from the new couple were too awkward to ignore. "You can join us until our friends arrive," Eve invited. "Or until another table opens up." The dominant woman sat down next to Eve, but the other continued to stand. "Ah," said the woman. "She thinks I'm testing her. I told her not to mingle with other people's slaves unless she's been properly introduced." "A sensible policy," agreed Eve. "I'm Mistress Dagmar, and this is my slave Zoe." "I'm Mistress Eve. This is my sub Adam." Dagmar burst out laughing. "I get it! Adam and Eve! That's so precious!" The slave Zoe smiled, but continued to stand and to stare. "Very good, Zoe!" Dagmar commended. "I told her not to mingle with other people's slaves unless she's been properly introduced. By my instructions, that requires a kiss. If your slave doesn't offer her a kiss, she'll be required to stand." "Isn't a kiss considered mingling?" asked Eve. "Not if it's freely offered by the other party. The rules I've given my slave are very complicated. I keep trying to trip her up by thinking up new ones." "What if my sub's not allowed to kiss other subs?" "Ah, that would be a dilemma! Poor Zoe would have to stand. But don't let it bother you. She understands." Eve made an exaggerated show of thinking about the problem while Zoe made a pouty face. "Oh, go ahead," said Eve. "I know you want to." Obediently Adam stood up before Zoe. Neither of them had the freedom of using their hands or arms, so Adam tentatively pursed his lips as he approached her. She pressed her mouth against his, but didn't stop there. She pressed her entire body against him in a way that made him involuntarily step backwards until his back was against a wall. Then she continued to grind her torso aggressively against him until Dagmar pulled her back. "That's enough," instructed Dagmar. "What was that?" asked Eve indignantly. "A proper introduction," replied Dagmar with a grin. "She did it correctly." Eve got up from her seat and tugged angrily on Adam's leash. "We're finding a different table," she announced, and led him away. Adam heard Dagmar congratulate her slave for passing her test. When out of earshot, Eve told Adam, "Stop it right now." "Stop what?" he asked. "You know what," she replied. "You're doing it on purpose." "Doing what?" "Encouraging people to take advantage of you." "How am I doing that? How could I do that?" "By enjoying it so much! Don't deny it!" He couldn't deny that part of him was enjoying it since she could see it bulging, but he couldn't see how it was his fault or what he could have done to prevent it. "This was your idea," he reminded her. "You're still doing it!" she insisted. "The more you act all helpless and innocent, the more it drives me crazy, and if you don't stop it right now, I'll slap you!" "Do it!" said a complete stranger at a nearby table. Other women around her giggled. For a moment Adam thought she would. Then Eve looked away, and it seemed that a wave of awareness had washed over her. She looked at the floor, and then back at him. "I don't know what just came over me," Eve said. "You're right, of course. Seeing you like this—in this place—makes me horny as hell, and I just didn't think that others might see you the way I did." She put her arms around him. "It's not just me they're reacting to," said Adam. "The other subs in the room are staring at you—and wishing they were me." She smiled, and some of her old attitude came back. "Apology accepted. Tina should be here soon, and I need to pee. How about you?" He did, too. She undid his straitjacket so he could use the bathroom unassisted. Minutes later, he emerged from the men's room and found Eve with her cell phone in her hand. "That was Tina," she said, putting the phone away. "She'll be here in a minute. I need to make you presentable for her." Adam allowed her to reapply his straitjacket. Then she ordered him to open his mouth for the ball gag. "You said we wouldn't need the gag," he said. "We don't need the gag. We want the gag. The gag was always part of the plan." "You didn't say—" "I said it was part of your outfit—that it flatters you. Think of how much more flattering it will be when Mistress Tina sees it in your mouth. Open." Adam opened his mouth, and the gag was inserted and secured. Eve inspected the straps before leading Adam confidently across the dance floor. "Remember, I haven't met Tina's sub yet, and she hasn't met mine. She said that her sub would be tightly tied and gagged for this meeting, so you'll have to be tied and gagged just as tight. Otherwise Tina might think her slave is better trained than mine." Adam could say nothing now, but continued to follow his mistress across the dance floor. It was considerably more crowded than before, and it was hard to ignore the hands that groped his butt as he walked. Eve stopped and scanned the crowd for a sign of Tina. Then she called out, "Over here!" Adam was so shocked by what he saw next, he might have screamed were it not for the gag. The dominatrix who called herself Mistress Tina was someone Adam already knew—someone who couldn't possibly be here. "There you are!" exclaimed Monica, his former mistress, who was inexplicably before them smiling devilishly. "And you must be Adam! Eve has told me so much about you!" * * * FIVE MONTHS EARLIER (IN A VERY DIFFERENT PLACE): Excerpts from the slave diary of Monica the Pony: First entry this is my slave diary mistres says this will be my daily hobby i am so luky mistress says most ponys dont get to have hobbys but takes long time with hooves for hands so hard to type with nose it hurts i luv my mistress pony Second entry this is my second entry i must type as mistres spanks me she says i must learn to luv my hobby i say i do she says i dont luv it enough keep typing i luv my mistres pony Eighth entry i dont know what day it is mistress says ponys dont get calenders i ask how long i must keep my diary she says until i can type it without crying i say its not tears but only drool but she knows I am lying luv my mistress pony Twenty-third entry today i askd mistres to please stop hurting me she says more discipline is required i askd what does she want from me she says im already doing it i ask why she treats me so meanly she says because adam left me here i am to have his punishmnt Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 01 i hate hate hate him so much for leaving me here luv my mistress pony Thirty-ninth entry I am eternally grateful to my Mistress for allowing me the privilege of using my hands for the first time since my entirely justified and overdue repurposement in the stables. Typing this entry is my final duty as a pony. Through the unfathomable mercy of my Mistress, my position has been elevated. She assures me that such a promotion is unprecedented in the entire history of the Academy, and my beneficent Mistress never lies. She only asked that as my final duty, I make a written account of how this unprecedented (and she assures me, quite undeserved) elevation in my status came about. When my Mistress arrived in the stable for the administration of my daily hobby, she instead asked me a question--one I was not expecting. "Have you ever met my Pony?" she asked me. "I mean the Pony before you. The one you replaced." "I only saw her the one time," I said. "She was like fifty feet away, and I was tied up in the trunk of a car." "I remember," she said. "If you met her again, do you think she would recognize you?" "No," I said. "I was wearing a hood that covered most of my face." "That is very interesting," she told me. "I am going to make you a special offer--a once-in-a-lifetime offer--the only offer you will ever have--to become a mistress again. In fact, we're willing to make you the same offer we made to you while you were a student here. We'll make you a full-time staff mistress for life--with an attendant and all the privileges that that entails. And all we ask in return is that you do a favor for us. A small favor that only you can do." My mistress was showing me a way out of the stables! "Anything, anything!" I promised. "We need your help reacquiring property that was unjustly taken from us," she said. "You mean Adam, that fucker who abandoned me?" My heart raced with hope. "What do I have to do?" Now I am to be trained for a special mission. A secret mission. They will escort me to the mainland where (under the false identity of "Mistress Tina") I will make contact with the former pony. I will gain her trust. I will make her vulnerable. She will not even suspect who I am until she and her unsuspecting slave are in our trap. Oh god, this will be fun! To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 02 It was all a dream, thought Adam. It was the only explanation that seemed to fit the facts. There was no Academy. Monica is safe here with me. None of it really happened. Adam looked back and forth between Eve and Monica. He concluded he was still dreaming. The evening had had a dreamlike quality from the beginning. This isn't going to be a good dream, he thought. I shouldn't have two mistresses. Another possibility occurred to Adam. As it did, a dull panic that had lurked in the back of his mind for months jumped to the forefront of his imagination. He looked at Eve and tried to shout a warning, but the loud music combined with the gag in his mouth prevented him from making any audible sound. Ironically, his inability to scream supported his dream theory. "I've made an impression on him!" teased Monica. "I don't know what's gotten into him," said Eve. "He seemed really into it a second ago." Eve looked around the dance floor and asked, "Where's your sub?" "Closer than you think," Monica said, winking at Adam and reaching for her cell phone. "Pardon me while I make a call." She located a number in her phone's contact list and pressed SEND. "Of course," said Eve. "If she's that close, shouldn't we buh, uh, OHHHHHH . . .!" Eve abruptly collapsed, letting go of Adam's leash as she fell into a fit of unanticipated passion. Others on the dance floor looked on—their expressions ranging from disapproval to amusement. Monica saw Eve's condition and laughed. "I didn't actually know that would work," she admitted, grabbing Adam's leash as Eve squirmed on the floor. "Did Eve ever tell you about the chip in her head? The one that allows me to give her a spontaneous orgasm through the telephone? It's very high-tech—and convenient." Monica calmly tied the end of Adam's leash securely to a nearby hand rail. Bound by his straitjacket, he could do nothing to untie it. Other than Monica, no one else paid attention to him, only to the moaning woman on the floor. "Pardon me, slave," said Monica, removing a pair of cuffs from her belt. "The effect is intense, but it won't last long." She knelt over Eve and expertly pulled the gasping woman's arms behind her back and applied the cuffs. Eve made a superficial attempt to resist, but her current state of distraction made all her attempts ineffectual. Monica quickly added a ball gag and a leash to the squirming woman. "I said my sub would be tightly tied," Monica told Eve. "Bet you didn't know my subbie would be you!" Monica removed her own belt and wrapped it around Eve's knees. Eve screamed as she climaxed, still writhing on the floor. When she was done, Monica bounced to her feet and raised her arms in the air as if expecting people to applaud. Strangely, some did. Onlookers were baffled but entertained by what they believed to be some kind of performance art. "Thank you! Thank you!" said Monica, beaming. She leaned over Eve and pulled her roughly to her wobbly feet. Eve stood, sweating and gasping in confusion. Monica unfastened Adam's leash from the rail. With a leash in each fist, she pulled them both close to her face and said, "Now I trust I have your attention?" Eve looked at Adam with uncomprehending eyes. Adam was only beginning to understand the nature of the situation but had no power to explain it to her. "It will all be clear in a moment," Monica assured them. "Now there's someone at the bar who wants to see you." Monica led the way through the crowd, tugging the pair behind her. Adam had a sinking feeling he knew what to expect. For Eve, what happened next was a horrible surprise. Sitting at the end of the bar in a short vinyl cocktail dress, the last woman on earth they wanted to see smiled confidently before taking a sip from her drink. Eve lurched away at the sight of her former mistress. Adam tugged against his leash as well but was abruptly blocked by a tall dominatrix appearing behind him whom he recognized as an Academy guard. Other latex-clad dommes now emerged from the crowd to back her up. "Well, look at you!" said Helga as she gazed upon them. "Both of you!" She absent-mindedly wiped some moisture from her glass before putting her finger into her mouth. "I think you should know that you have put me through quite a bit of trouble. In fact, I'm quite cross with you." The intensity of her last statement bubbled with understatement. Helga stood and examined them as if inspecting rented cars for new scratches. She met Adam's gaze. "You took my best Pony," she accused, "and my boat!" She turned to Eve and grabbed her sparkly dress by the neckline. "And this! Is this what you think a Pony wears? You silly thing! Fortunately I have more appropriate attire for you in my suite!" "And just in time!" added Monica who rudely placed her hand between Eve's legs. "Somehow her outfit got all wet!" Eve looked tearfully at the floor. Helga turned to Monica. "You've made a good start in restraining them. I'll help you finish the job." A room service cart loaded with straps and chains was rolled into view. Dominatrices pushed Adam and Eve roughly to their knees as others applied additional bondage implements to the pair. When they were done, both were secured in tight fetal positions, unable to move. The dommes then hoisted them onto the room service cart, Eve on top, Adam on the shelf below. Head harnesses were applied to them both which were fastened with tight chains to the cart itself. The chains were so tight, Adam couldn't move his head in any direction and could only face forward. At a sign from Helga, the dominatrix guards disappeared into the crowd. Helga and Monica turned toward the crowd and struck a theatrical pose. "Like so!" declared Helga. Cheers and catcalls answered them as Helga rolled their captives through the club and out the door, followed by Monica. Adam and Eve protested vigorously but could convince none of the partygoers that they weren't playing a role. The captives were briskly rolled through the hotel lobby in full view of unsuspecting guests. Adam caught the eye of one of the smartly dressed hotel staffers they had met by the elevator. He shouted a muffled plea for help. The staffer looked down at him and smiled. "I see you found The Club! Are you enjoying yourself?" "Oh, yes!" Helga replied for him. "We were a great hit. Thanks for loaning us the cart." "You're welcome," answered the staffer helpfully. "Come again soon!" her coworker added. Neither showed any sign of understanding the tied couple's distress, and one still looked jealous, thinking the captives were being escorted to yet another party she couldn't attend. Inside the elevator, Helga pressed the button for the top floor. The doors closed. Easy listening music played inappropriately. Monica removed scissors from a tray on the side of the cart and unceremoniously removed Eve's ruined panties. "So, Adam, this is the bitch you abandoned me for?" It wasn't a question; no response was expected or permitted. What did Helga tell her? wondered Adam. Monica shook Eve's panties in her fist. "You know, I thought you'd be prettier," Monica told Eve, setting the scissors back in the tray and removing a riding crop. "I thought, if he's going to abandon me to run off with a different mistress, she'd better be awfully GODDAMNED PRETTY!" She swatted Eve viciously and repeatedly across her bare bottom. Adam could hear Eve's protests as she squirmed helplessly above him. "Monica!" Helga rebuffed at last. "Temper! We're still in the elevator! You'll have plenty of time to spend with your new pet once we're back on the island. For now, we need to concentrate on getting them ready for shipping." The door opened on the top floor, and the pair were rolled down the hall. There was a flurry of activity on this floor—the nature of which shocked Adam. Dommes escorted slaves—many of whom were naked—from room to room. Adam again attempted to cry out, hoping to call someone's attention to their plight. "No one here will help you," explained Helga. "They're all with us. We've rented every room on this floor." They stopped in front of a door, but Adam could not see the room number. Helga knocked, and the door immediately opened. "Are these the ones who escaped?" asked the young domme who appeared in latex lingerie. "Somehow I thought they'd look more . . . formidable." "They're livestock," remarked Helga. "Think of them as such." The cart was rolled into the room, and other young dommes started to unfasten Eve from her perch on the top. Adam could only see the dommes' bare legs as they worked, but he could hear Helga rummaging through Eve's purse as they did. "Here's their room key," she told one of them. "Go to their room, gather their things, and leave their key at the front desk. Make it look like they had a night of passionate love-making and checked out early. Bring all their personal items to Mistress Monica. They're hers now." Adam saw two empty wooden crates on the other side of the room, each one two feet by two feet, and about four feet tall—each with a hinged top and a removable side panel. The lowest six inches of each crate was a separate compartment accessible only from the side. There was a six-inch round hole joining the upper compartment with the lower one. The purpose of the lower compartment became clear when a domme slid an empty bedpan into it (beneath the hole) before replacing the side panel. The fact that there were two crates removed all doubt as to how Helga intended to smuggle him and Eve out of the country. One of the crates was labeled PONY with clear stenciled letters. From his current position, Adam could not see the label on the other crate. "They're both overdue for a proper grooming," said Helga. "Monica, you will supervise the Pony's grooming here. I'll attend to Adam personally in my own suite. Be thorough. Don't leave a single pube." Helga swatted Eve's backside with a rolled up magazine as the other dommes carried her away. "Mistress Helga," said a young domme who had just entered the room. "Mistress Kathy wants you in the big suite right away." Mistress Kathy's here too? "Godammit, what does that woman want now?" cursed Helga. She threw the magazine on the floor in disgust. "The client is here early," explained the domme. "Mistress Kathy is already in the showroom negotiating." Client? "She can manage a client on her own. Doesn't she know that I have grooming to do?" Adam glanced at the discarded magazine on the floor and saw that it wasn't a magazine at all. The glossy cover had assorted pictures of frightened slaves on it. Above the pictures was the title Mistress Kathy's Updated Slave Catalog. Holy shit! The young domme exchanged a hopeful glance with her partner. "We can groom the slave for you," she suggested, "in our room." "No," said Helga flatly. "I am not leaving the two of you alone with him. You may groom him in the shower adjoining the showroom where I can keep an eye on you. Now help me get him upright. He can't be groomed while in a fetal position." The dommes detached the chains binding him to the cart and rolled him roughly onto the floor. They removed his shoes, then unfastened the chain that joined his collar to his knees so he could finally stand up. Adam hoped they would untie his legs or remove his gag next, but instead they wheeled an upright dolly to him. "We need to get that straitjacket off," said Helga. Adam hoped this would be an opportunity to resist his captors, but the dommes had worked out a strategy of removing one arm from the straitjacket and cuffing it to the dolly before releasing the other arm. He made a brief attempt to resist when his right arm was free, but the pair of dommes quickly grabbed it and secured it to the dolly before he could make use of the moment. Adam protested loudly through his gag. "I wonder what he's trying to say," said one of the dommes. "He wants his gag out," said the other. "Who wouldn't?" The dommes completed their task, chaining his ankles, knees and collar to the upright dolly. "Just one more thing," said Helga brandishing the scissors. She used them to cut through the elastic in his pants and underwear. The young dommes then took delight in tearing the garments away from him, leaving him naked and defenseless. "My, how you've grown!" teased Helga. She stroked him just enough to provoke the reaction she wanted. The other two dommes giggled shamelessly. "Adam's waiting, girls. Let's take him to the big room." The dommes turned his dolly around and pointed him at the door. As they did so, Adam glimpsed the stenciled label on the second empty crate. It said CHANDELIER. With Helga in the lead, Adam was wheeled naked to the suite at the end of the hall. Helga entered while the dommes waited in the corridor with Adam. "There she is," he heard Mistress Kathy say. "Ingrid, this is Mistress Helga. Helga, this is Ingrid, the Countess's attaché. The Countess could not be here herself, but she's joined us by internet." "Hello, Mistress Helga," announced a strangely accented voice through some kind of speaker phone. "I am watching with great interest! Mistress Kathy was about to overcharge me again." Kathy and Helga laughed politely at an apparently an old joke. After several minutes, Helga was engaged in conversation with the client. The pair of dommes in the corridor decided they had waited long enough and wheeled Adam stealthily through the door of the suite and toward the bathroom. Adam caught an eyeful in the seconds it took to get from the door to the bathroom, but it was hard to believe what he saw. The suite was indeed a showroom—crowded with fifteen or more naked women, all of whom were tethered in some way to the wall, the ceiling, the floor, or each other. Adam had only a second to gather in this scene before being whisked away into the bathroom. Before his captors could close the door, however, a voice came booming through the speaker phone. "Who is that gentleman in the back?" the voice demanded. "He's magnific! I must have another look at him!" The young dommes looked at each other, unsure what to do. "The 'gentleman' is not part of the selection," he heard Helga say. "He's a recent acquisition." "And a flight risk," added Mistress Kathy. "Nonsense!" said the woman on the speaker phone. "I have the finest security on the continent! No one has ever escaped from me!" "He's to be trained as a staff slave," said Kathy. "He's not for lease." "Nonetheless, I want to have another look at him," insisted the voice on the speaker phone. "Bring him out, or I shall cancel our arrangement and rent none of your girls." The negotiation seemed to have reached a standstill. Kathy finally said, "Bring him out then. There's no harm in letting her look." Adam was wheeled out of the bathroom into the suite, and his eyes were able to confirm what he had glimpsed only briefly a few moments earlier. Naked women were bound so as to be completely immobilized in a variety of artistic poses—as if they were statues in a museum. Those that weren't standing were tied to each other as they lay on the floor, and some dommes were forced to step over them when moving about the room. Perched on a loveseat was Mistress Kathy wearing a short but elegant dress. Across from her was the Countess's attaché in prim business attire. Helga stood in the middle, pitching their wares as if each slave were an art piece. Another woman in office attire carried a small video camera connected to a laptop whose screen was turned away from Adam. "Oh, look at him!" said the accented voice on the speaker. "I can see why you want to keep him to yourselves. He's an alluring beast! Olga, get closer! I want a better angle." At once, the young woman with the camera approached to within a foot of him and started tilting the camera up and down along the contours of his body. "Oh my," said the voice, which then trailed off. "I want him. Money is no object!" "Countess, we've discussed this before," said Kathy delicately. "The arrangement was to lease some of our fine women. Females only." "But I've rented men from you before!" "Yes," admitted Kathy testily. "And you've always returned them broken." "You're not still blaming me for that, are you? That was so long ago! And they were so fragile! Hardly men at all." "Countess," said Helga, inserting herself into the conversation. "Not to put too fine a point on this, but your contempt for men is well known to us. Our slaves have to be returned in good working order—with all their parts attached." "Otherwise we take a loss on the transaction," continued Kathy. "Your deposit only covers marks and scratches, not complete disability." "Very well, I'll buy him outright then!" continued the voice. "I'll give you double the usual price." "Out of the question," said Helga. "Mistress Helga," Kathy interrupted. "I will decide what's out of the question." "Ingrid," said the voice. "I want to see more. Be a dear and—how do you say—give him fluff." "Of course, Countess," replied the attaché, who must have been well paid, because she did not hesitate to obey her employer's bizarre request. She had a small bottle of lubricant ready in her coat pocket which she used to squirt fluid into her hand. The two young dommes stood ready with hand towels in case she requested them. At first, the attaché showed no emotion, no pleasure, from what she did. She smeared the lubricant on him and quickly massaged him to full arousal. When she achieved her goal, her expression finally changed, as if she seemed to be just a little bit impressed. "Oh my!" said the unseen Countess. "No wonder you don't want to part with him! I'll buy him. Right now I will buy him from you." "Admittedly, he makes a good first impression," said Helga. "But he's hardly trained. We can't guarantee that he has the stamina to satisfy the demanding needs of one such as yourself." "Now you're just making excuses," said the voice. "Very well, then. We'll need a proper test. Ingrid, you'll have to mount him for us. Show us how well he satisfies you." "Yes, Countess," said the attaché. To avoid mussing her outfit, she dried her hands first, then promptly unbuttoned her coat. "Shall I do him on the bed or on the floor?" "The lighting's best on the table," said the woman with the camera. At once, the two dommes assigned to Adam's grooming cleared off a table and lifted Adam's dolly onto it as the attaché continued to disrobe. "Mistress Kathy," said Helga. "You can't seriously be considering this?" Kathy glared angrily at Helga. "Countess, please excuse us for a moment while Mistress Helga and I discuss a private matter." "Of course," said the voice. Kathy pulled Helga to the far side of the table and started to scold her in whispered tones. "I've been very patient so far in dealing with your fuck-up. Here's a chance to recoup at least some of our losses on this one." Adam thought it was uncharacteristically careless of them to whisper so close to him that he could hear what they were saying, but he ultimately realized they had no reason to care. No one made any indication that they were going to remove his gag, so there was no chance of him compromising their "private" conversation. "She'll damage him," insisted Helga. "You know she will." Adam couldn't quite hear Kathy's reply, but it sounded like, You were going to dismember him anyway. He strained to hear more, but was distracted as Ingrid's panties landed softly on his chest. The naked attaché strutted toward him and climbed nimbly onto the table, straddling him on all fours. For the first time, she smiled at him, evidently in anticipation. Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 02 Kathy and Helga were forced to move their conversation into a far corner of the room. "You enjoy being a slave, don't you?" said Ingrid. Adam was surprised that someone was finally talking to him. He shook his head no. "Wrong answer," said Ingrid, and she slapped him. "Each time you answer poorly, I will slap a different part of you. You enjoy being a slave, don't you?" She leaned back and started to massage her cunt with his shaft. Adam closed his eyes and tried to imagine he was somewhere else, but it was no use. Her hands moved expertly about his body, and he could not help but respond. He didn't like being a slave, but he was enjoying this. She was really good. Before he knew it, he was throbbing inside of her, thrusting his own pelvis in anticipation of the inevitable. He opened his eyes. Other slaves, suspended in their forced artistic poses, were staring at him with a mixture of anxiety and longing. He turned toward Ingrid who was pulsating on top of him and making excited panting noises. He enjoyed the sight of her—until the other girl pointed the camera in his face for a close-up. He closed his eyes. He could feel her hands moving across his chest and hear her soft moans. He could also hear Kathy and Helga arguing in the background, but that seemed far away now, as if it had nothing to do with him. He surrendered to the moment. She allowed her warm breasts to slide up and down his chest as she continued her rhythmic movements, breathing heavily onto his face, occasionally pinching or biting him in unexpected places (while being careful not to damage the merchandise before the sale), urging him to struggle, to resist, so she could dominate him further. He struggled. He resisted. He ultimately satisfied. She screamed when it was done. The only sound then was of her breathing. And his. He opened his eyes and remembered he was still in a crowded hotel suite. The arguing had stopped. Kathy and Helga were staring at him—like everyone else in the room. "I trust that went well," said Kathy at last. Ingrid slumped forward and rested her body against Adam's. "He's more than adequate, Countess," she purred happily. Olga zoomed to a close-up of their faces. The Countess didn't respond, so Kathy walked over to the laptop whose screen was still facing away from the rest of the room. "Countess, regarding this property, we must insist—" Upon glancing at the screen, Kathy quickly looked away and lowered the laptop's lid. "Uh, uh, uh, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" shrieked the voice on the speaker. A long pause and a number of labored breaths later, it murmured, "My, that was invigorating!" "I'm glad you enjoyed it," said Kathy. "But as I said earlier, this property is not for sale or lease." "Yes, yes, I know," sighed the voice. "But we both know eventually you will agree to what I want, so I'll make it easy for you. I will pay triple the usual rate." "The deposit will be high," warned Kathy. "We definitely want him back. That part we will not negotiate on." "Fine," said the voice. "Wrap him and send him to me. I want him for my gathering tomorrow night." So the deal was done. With some difficulty, the two young dommes pulled the naked attaché off of Adam. One of the dommes toweled off Adam, as the other offered a clean towel to the attaché. Less than a minute later, Helga, Kathy, and the young dommes were wheeling Adam back down the hall where he already knew an empty crate was waiting. Helga removed Adam's gag as the door to the suite closed behind them. "It's going to be a long trip to the Countess's estate," said Helga, "and being gagged for that long might damage you." "That's very considerate," said Adam. "Now you must cooperate as we get you ready for shipping." "I'm not getting in that box," he warned. "I should have known you'd be difficult. Oh, wait, I did." Adam didn't see the hypodermic needle until after it had been emptied into his butt cheek. The effect was immediate. As sleep overwhelmed him, he heard Helga mutter, "The negotiation was a disaster." "Really?" Kathy replied. "I thought it went better than expected." To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 03 Adam awoke in a strange but comfortable bed. The sheets were of fine linen and the bedposts were large and ornate. He might have thought he was in a luxury hotel except the décor was distinctly feminine, more like a woman's bedroom than a hotel room. A redhead in a French maid's outfit was also in the room. His first glimpse of her was of her bottom (barely concealed by white panties under her skirt) as she bent over to dust a low-lying countertop with a feather duster. He was puzzled as to why she had to bend at such an extreme angle—until he realized that her elbows had been cuffed together behind her back, severely hampering her reach. He sat up, which startled the maid. She looked at him with surprise—an expression amplified by a large ball gag which kept her mouth in the shape of an O. "Where am I?" he asked. He didn't expect an answer from the gagged woman, but there was no one else to ask. Her response was to leave the room immediately and to close the door behind her. The maid's restraints had apparently been engineered to inconvenience her while preserving her utility as a maid. She made a muffled call to someone he couldn't see. Another voice answered. "He'll have to stay locked in until we can spare someone to fetch him." So he was alone—and not going anywhere. He remembered Eve and ached at the thought of what might be happening to her. Somehow he would find her and bring her home, he promised himself. She wouldn't be another Monica. But he needed a plan. Fighting off wooziness, he decided to explore the room. He slid his bare feet onto the plush carpet. He was surprised by how sore his joints were and realized that, while he was unconscious, he must have been confined in a very small space. He remembered the box. He also noticed new scratches and bruises on his body, especially around his wrists and ankles—evidence of some rough handling while he was unconscious. He rubbed his stiff neck and discovered a steel collar around it. Below his neck, he was naked and clean-shaven. He stood up and was immediately out of breath—an aftereffect of the drug, he guessed. He saw a pair of French doors covered with gauze curtains which allowed daylight into the room. This suggested a means of escape, but first he had to take care of something else. He saw there was an adjoining bathroom and used it. Presumably his keepers knew that he would have need of one. Next he investigated the French doors. To his surprise, they were not locked, but when he opened them, they allowed bright light and a harsh wind into the room. Despite the cold and his nakedness, he ventured outside to try to figure out where he was. He found himself on a balcony surrounded by steep, rugged mountains. The altitude contributed to his shortness of breath, he realized. Despite his fear of heights, he forced himself toward the balcony's railing so he could peek over it. He glimpsed the deepest vertical drop he had ever seen. The balcony hung over the edge of a sheer precipice with a river at least a thousand feet below. The vertigo was immediate. He staggered back from the rail. He was in a castle. The balcony was a new addition to a very old structure. Toward his left, a stone tower rose a hundred feet above him. He stepped back inside and closed the door. Someone new was staring at him. "You were thinking of escaping, weren't you?" said the perky buxom blonde in the vinyl catsuit. "You wouldn't get far." "Where am I?" he asked the stranger. "This is the Countess's bedroom. It's where most of your duties are to be performed." "Are you the Countess?" "Yes," she replied. "Now kneel before me." "If you're the Countess, why do you wear a collar?" "Darn, you got me. I was hoping you'd be dumb enough to believe me." Adam picked up a pillow and held it in front of him for modesty. "You like being teased, don't you?" she asked. "Or is that just a morning missile?" "When I asked where I am, I meant what country am I in?" "That is a forbidden question." "If you answer it, I won't tell anybody." "No, but I would. There's no penalty for answering a forbidden question—just for asking it. The rules we have to follow are very complicated." Adam noticed that she was holding a couple of leather restraints in her arms, but he wasn't about to ask what they were for. "In answer to your question," she continued, "I have no idea where we are. No slave in the castle is allowed to know that—or to ask that, or to ask why they can't ask that." "That's inconvenient." "I know this much. We're not within walking distance of anyplace friendly or civilized. I know that even if you got out of the castle and somehow made your way down that cliff and through the mountains—without any food, gear or clothes—and somehow found someone in the local village to tell your story to, you still wouldn't be safe." "Why not?" "Do you believe in werewolves?" "No." "The locals do. They have regular patrols hunting for them. A strange naked man wandering in the forest would be shot dead on sight." "That's good to know." "I'm Zana, by the way." "I'm Adam." "The Mediary sent me to bring you to her." "Who?" "The Mediary acts for the Countess in her absence. All of us slaves report to her. You'll need these." She dropped the restraint devices onto the bed in a dramatic fashion. "Did I do something wrong?" "You used the Countess's bathroom without permission. You wandered outside without an escort. And you just asked a forbidden question. All are punishable with forced bondage." "I don't know all your rules. I just got here." "Yeah, it sucks to be you. As I mentioned, the castle rules are thrillingly complicated—designed to put people like you at a disadvantage right away. In fact, it might be a good idea to just stop talking until you know what's what." She gestured toward the restraints lying on the bed. "My orders are very specific. The Mediary will be very angry if I bring you to her without these restraints." Adam weighed his options. He could easily overpower Zana, or force his way past her, but he had no idea what lay beyond the door. "Are you still thinking of escaping?" Zana asked. "You're alone and naked in an unknown land. Maybe you're thinking you can use me as a hostage? I assure you, my life means nothing to them. No one wearing a collar is valued here." "So if I refuse . . ." "Someone will make you. Or, depending on her mood, just kill you." Reluctantly Adam put down the pillow and picked up a strap from the bed. "That goes around the knees," said Zana with too much helpfulness. Adam secured the device around his knees, which made any thought of escape far less plausible. Zana gave him the other item she had been holding. "What is this?" he asked about the leather sleeve in his hands. "It's an armbinder. You've never worn one?" "No," he said. "I'll need help putting it on." "Of course," Zana said. She was very accommodating. The garment bound both his arms behind his back and made his arms and hands unusable. Zana patiently and methodically tightened each buckle that held it together. Wearing it made him feel confined in an entirely new way. Adam thought she had finished, but then she produced an assortment of small padlocks. "Is that really necessary?" he asked. "Probably not, but how would you stop me now?" She applied the locks. With the last one in place, she stepped around him to admire how well the restraints fit. As a flourish, she cradled his cock in her hands because she could. "We don't usually get male slaves in our castle," she told him, although it seemed she was talking to his cock. "I hope you last longer than the others." She beckoned him to follow her out of the room. They walked through a long corridor and down a set of ornate stairs (which he had to tread slowly due to the restraint on his knees). In a palatial foyer, the Mediary found them. She was an attractive middle-aged woman in glasses and business attire, and she entered with a quartet of French maids trailing after her. Adam recognized the maids from the hotel "showroom" of the night before. Apparently they were all rented slaves like himself, but they hadn't been drugged as he had been, so they had been put right to work after their arrival. The Mediary had been giving the maids instructions concerning the preparations for some kind of event. Now she turned her attention to Zana and Adam. "Zana," she asked with disdain, "explain yourself." "It was his idea," blurted Zana. Adam was dumbfounded as the Mediary stared at both of them accusingly. "I asked you to do two things," the Mediary continued. "To bring to me the new slave—and to bring the restraints." "Here they are," said Zana. "Why," asked the Mediary, "is the new slave wearing the restraints which I had intended for you?" "I didn't tell him to put them on," said Zana. "I just said you'd be angry if he came without them." Zana's a manipulative fucking bitch, Adam realized. The Mediary's eyes narrowed. "Is she telling the truth?" she asked Adam. "She tricked me," said Adam. "How exactly?" "She said I broke your rules." "Indoctrinated slaves are responsible for knowing all the rules of the castle," said the Mediary, "but you have not yet been indoctrinated. I suppose Zana chose not to tell you that." The Mediary now turned toward Zana. "Where is his uniform?" "He didn't put it on," she answered. "I laid it out for him on the dressing table, but he didn't even look at it. And how could I make him wear it after he fastened his knees together?" "I see," said the Mediary, turning to Adam. "Zana has been negligent in her duties, so I was going to begin your training by having you discipline her with these restraints. And there is something else she neglected to tell you. She bound you with locks for which she knows I don't have keys. Only the Countess carries those keys, so I am unable to undo what she's done." The rented maids giggled at his expense. Zana had not only bound him, but made him a fool. "What are you saying?" he asked the Mediary. "I'm just fucked?" "As you say," said the Mediary, "you are fucked. I can't even give you proper clothes until the Countess arrives this evening to free you." The Mediary turned an approving eye on Zana. "Well played," said the Mediary. "The Countess will undoubtedly reward you for your cleverness." "Thank you, Mediary," replied Zana. "What just happened?" Adam wanted to know. "You're new here," the Mediary reminded him. "You could learn much from Zana. She knows that I don't have enough help in the kitchens, so now that you're useless, her punishment will have to be deferred to a later time. In fact, I'll have to put her in charge of your training since I can no longer see to it myself as I had planned." This is worse than the Academy, thought Adam. Even slaves here can't be trusted. The Mediary turned to Zana. "You'll have to train him directly from the slave manual and hope he's a good listener. Do your best to get him ready for tonight." "What's tonight?" asked Adam. "The initiation ceremony, of course," said the Mediary, "for you and the other slaves leased from the Academy. Did Zana tell you nothing? You are to be welcomed by the Royal Dominance Assembly. They'll test you and assign your rank. Until then, try not to do anything more foolish than you've already done." The Mediary turned and left—with the rented maids stealing wicked glances at him as they departed, leaving Adam under Zana's care. "This way, newbie," said Zana, encouraging him forward with a not-so-gentle push. "I'll give you a quick tour." "Why should I do anything you ask?" "Because you're tied up and naked and you have no choice." She slipped her hand down to his ass. "I warned you castle rules were complicated, and you still have a lot to learn." Zana led Adam down another long corridor. "She said I'm going to be assigned a rank?" Adam asked as he shuffled. "It's procedure," she said. "Your worthiness will be judged and you'll be told what your status in the hierarchy will be. Slaves who are judged poorly have to start at the very bottom as a pet, a toy, or a deviant. I, on the other hand, have been recently promoted." She seemed proud of her achievement. "I'm a vassal now. Of course, everyone here hopes to last long enough to become the Mediary." "Hold on, the Mediary is a slave, too?" "Yes, she's a prisoner as much as the rest of us. But she's the slave with the most power." The inmates run the asylum—when the Countess is away. Zana was surprised by Adam's next question. "How do I get promoted?" "You think you'll last that long, do you?" Zana giggled. "Slaves are promoted based on qualities the Countess values." "And they are . . .?" "Obedience, loyalty, et cetera, et cetera," she sighed. "But mostly cruelty. It's the only quality that's ever rewarded here. She calls it 'cleverness,' but it's just another word for fucking with each other at every opportunity." "Like you did to me." "Yes, and I'll do it again. You're a short-timer, so you're an easy mark for those who want to score points with the Countess." Zana led him into a room that had chains and pulleys set into the ceiling. In the center there was a small table next to a mattress, but Adam's attention was drawn toward the naked woman chained to the wall. "Hey, Chrissy," said Zana as they entered the room. "No hard feelings I hope." The chained woman said nothing, but continued to stare at the floor. "Chrissy here is a bootlicker, so she doesn't get to wear clothes or walk around unattended. Right, Chrissy?" "Fuck you, you bitch," said Chrissy. Zana ignored the comment and continued about her business. She connected the ring at the end of Adam's armbinder to a low-hanging chain. "This is one of our discipline rooms," she said. "What have I done now? What am I being punished for?" "It's not punishment. It's training." She grasped a metal wheel on the wall and turned it. "I'm showing you what a discipline room does." The wheel turned, and the chain retracted toward the ceiling until Adam's arms were lifted at an uncomfortably high angle behind him. Then she pushed the table in front of him. Sitting on the table was a three-ringed binder which Zana had opened to the first page. The heading said CASTLE SLAVE MANUAL—A GUIDE FOR THE INDOCTRINATED SLAVE. "You're going to read out loud to me," she explained. "You're going to try to read the entire thing before tonight's event. You won't succeed because it's 400 pages, but you'll do the best you can, and you'll do it in your clearest speaking voice. If you start to mumble, I'll make you start again." Zana flipped the pages in front of him dramatically. The first fifty or so pages looked like photocopies of a document prepared long, long ago. After that was a hodgepodge of amendments and appendices, some of which were neatly typed, some of which were handwritten on spiral notebook paper, and some of which were scrawled in crayon so illegibly that Adam could only assume the crayon had been held in the writer's mouth. The document was badly stained from frequent exposure to various fluids. "It's all in here," explained Zana. "The castle slave manual is a work in progress. Has been for generations." "This manual's a mess," said Adam. "Do you know all this?" "Nobody knows all of it," she said. "The trick is to know more than those around you. If you don't—well, it sucks to be you." She opened the manual on the table before him. "As you read, I may do things to distract you." To demonstrate, she slapped him painfully on the ass. "No matter what I do, you will not stop reading or lose your place. If you do, I may make you read some portions twice. Or I may tighten your chain. These tactics will motivate you to be a better student. Do you understand?" Adam reluctantly nodded his assent. As Zana continued his spanking, he read aloud the opening section which concerned initiations: Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 03 She's beautiful, Adam reflected. If only she weren't a bitch. Chrissy's chained figure reminded him to stay focused. "An end note?" he asked Zana. "What does it say? You know I can't read the note unless you turn the page." "Don't be such a poindexter. Keep reading." She lost interest in her whip and started rubbing her groin against him. His breath caught momentarily in his throat as she began this new distraction, but somehow, he kept reading: Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 04 When the Countess entered, Adam did not know at first who she was. He would not have imagined she could be so young. "Countess!" blurted Zana. She climbed off Adam and knelt before her mistress. "I did not expect you back so soon." "That is self-evident," seethed the Countess with the Mediary now by her side. "I arrived early and was eager to greet the new arrival. We trusted you to train him. Is this how you repay our trust? By molesting him before he's even been initiated?" "I'm sorry, Countess," said Zana. "I-I don't know what came over me." "Enthusiasm I can forgive," said the Countess, approaching Adam where he lay on the mattress. "It's harder to forgive a subordinate who samples one of my toys before I've had a chance to unwrap him." She leaned over Adam—who had rolled onto his side to release the pressure on his bound arms. She rolled him back so she could admire his erection. "But Countess," pleaded Zana. "After you've had him, he won't be able—" "Silence!" shouted the Countess, standing and glowering over her slaves. "I will tolerate none of your lies." She turned to the Mediary. "Gag Zana. Release the bootlicker and chain Zana in her place." "It shall be done, Countess," said the Mediary. The Mediary put a gag on Zana and ordered her to release Chrissy, the naked woman chained to the wall. The "bootlicker" stuck out her tongue at Zana. "Help him to his feet," the Countess ordered Chrissy. She complied. Adam thanked her, but it was the Countess who said, "You're welcome," as though Chrissy were not there. Adam was embarrassed by their stares and turned away. The Countess—with an insistent hand—forced him to face her, being fascinated by his rigid member. "Chrissy," said the Countess, "help the Mediary in the kitchens. I will take the man-slave back to my room to greet him properly." The Countess gestured for Adam to lead them out of the room. He stepped into the hall, nearly bumping into a chesty woman in a tight v-neck sweater. The woman's businesslike attire was an odd match for the rifle slung around her neck. "Countess," said the armed woman. "The castle is nearly secure." "Only nearly?" asked the Countess. "I have inspected each new acquisition in the castle," explained the woman, "except that one." She nodded to Adam. "I shall conduct a cavity search at once." The Countess turned to Adam. "As you can see, my bodyguard is very efficient," she explained. "Thank you, Sara, but I will take care of that myself." "As you wish, Countess." The gun-toting woman looked a little disappointed as the Countess led Adam away. "Don't worry, sweet slave," assured the Countess. "Her weapon is loaded with tranquilizer darts—usually." With restraints on his knees, he needed assistance from the Countess to make his way back up the stairs. Once in her room, the she reached for an intercom which he hadn't noticed was there. "Mediary, inform me when we hear from our guests." "Yes, Countess," the voice answered. Adam was afraid of what would happen next, so the Countess's next words surprised him. "I must apologize for how they've treated you. They've behaved shamefully." That's all right, he almost said, but stopped himself. It wasn't all right, and why was she being nice to him? "I'm getting accustomed to that kind of attention," he said at last. "My poor, dear slave," said the Countess. "You must be terribly confused about what's happening to you." Adam considered his next words carefully. "I suppose I am. I have no idea where I am. I didn't know places like this existed." "They do," she said sadly, "though they are rare, and always remote. They exist where the affluent have such influence that no one can make them feel shame. They exist where people like myself can act on any whim without question. In such places, terribly wicked things can happen for ages without notice." She walked to the French doors and pulled aside the gauze curtains, revealing a menacing view of jagged mountains. "This castle was once an outpost to defend our land, but it has long ago been repurposed to hold my family's dark secrets. It has become a playground for our most indolent and depraved fantasies—hidden from the view of common folk." "If I may say so, Countess, you're not what I was expecting." "Why, what do you mean?" "Well, I've been hearing . . . ," Adam hazarded, and floundered. He realized he should choose his next words with more care. "I've heard that you have a certain grudge against . . ." "Men?" she asked. "Is that my reputation? That I hate men?" "Mistress Kathy said—" "You would believe that slut over me?" "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, mistress, madam—Countess." He sensed he could be very close to losing a limb, but continued on. "There was some discussion about you renting slaves and returning them," he ventured, afraid that it was too late to stop, "broken." "Yes," she said, "because of my cruel and insubordinate servants! You've seen how they are! Vicious and deceitful! All of them! When I'm away, they practice their cruelty on each other—especially upon the men! What terrible things you must think about me! I've begun to think this castle should be torn down and this whole dreadful practice ended." Adam thought he saw a tear in her eye. "But it's not as easy as that," she continued. "My family is powerful and set in their ways. They would never allow it to happen. And the Assembly! They have members in more countries than you know. This castle is their favorite haven for their debauchery! I would have to answer to them as well." "If you feel that way," asked Adam, "why do you rent slaves at all?" "Because the Royal Dominance Assembly demands it! They say I must be indoctrinated in all of their perverted ways. But when I saw your image on my device, you reminded me of a man I once fancied—a nobleman whom I once hoped to spend my life with. It was not to be. A woman in my position may not marry whom she wants, but must put affairs of the state above her own desires. "Oh my poor slave, if you only knew what my life was like. Meetings and diplomatic functions and a loveless marriage that I can have no say in! This castle is the only place I have any real power! This is the only place I can escape the awful reality of my life!" In any other circumstance, with any other woman, Adam would have felt compelled to put his arm around her. Instead, he found himself wondering if it would be polite to mention his armbinder. "Back at the hotel," he said, "in the showroom, there was a woman I knew. A slave named Eve. Do you know what happened to her?" "No," she said. "Why? Was she important?" "No reason," he quickly added. If the Countess knew nothing of Eve, there was no point in saying more. "Forgive me," said the Countess, wiping her eye. "It's been a long and tiring day." She smiled at him, and Adam was again surprised by how beautiful she was. "Now you are here. And I'm here. And I had almost forgotten why I brought you up to my room in the first place." She stared at him with frightening enthusiasm. She picked up a pair of garments from the dressing table. "To give you your uniform," she said sweetly. "You must be properly dressed for tonight's event." She set the garments on the bed and found a set of keys in her purse. She unlocked the padlocks on his restraints and removed them. On the bed were a long-sleeved white tee and a pair of long black pants, both made of tight-fitting spandex. The pants had open panels down the length of each side across which a string had been laced through grommets like a shoe. "Is there an undergarment?" he asked. The Countess giggled. "No," she said. "That is not the custom for a castle slave." Adam put the garments on. While the outfit was more modest than he had been expecting, it was also form-fitting and kinky, leaving his sides entirely exposed between the laces. He hoped she wouldn't comment on how he looked. "You wear your uniform well," she complimented. As he feared, her approving stare made it necessary to readjust the contents of his spandex. The uniform had been cunningly designed to make him feel exposed even where he wasn't. "You're self-consciousness is adorable," she teased. "I hope you do well tonight. Did Zana give you any actual training, or just good fluff?" "We read the slave manual," said Adam. "But only part of it." "That document was written to confuse you," she said. "The important part concerns the details of the initiation ceremony. Much will depend on the impression you make on the women of the Assembly tonight. Their scrutiny may be . . . intense." "I will do my best." "Let us see." The Countess stepped into her walk-in closet and emerged with a crop which she playfully demonstrated on the palm of her hand. "They will try to intimidate you." She held the crop between his legs, applying gentle pressure under his crotch—motivating him to pay attention. "Do you know the proper way to present a wine glass?" she asked. "Yes," he said nervously. "I hold the stem. Touching the bowl of the glass may raise the temperature of the wine." "What is the RDA?" "The Royal Dominance Assembly." "What is it called when your forearms are tied to your shins? "A crab tie." "Who outranks a functionary in the slave hierarchy?" "Only the Mediary." "You're doing extremely well," she complimented. She lowered her crop and placed a gentle hand on the side of his face. "I'm pleased. Would you like something to drink?" "Thank you, Countess, but I shouldn't." She swatted him on the ass. "Incorrect," she reminded him. "I just offered you a gift." The Countess has a painful way of being helpful, he thought. Rubbing his backside, he remembered the correct response. "I am beneath you and unworthy of such generosity," he quoted from the slave manual. "I shall accept only if it pleases you." The Countess pressed call on the intercom. "Yes, Countess?" asked a voice. "Two glasses of Chablis," she commanded. "At once, Countess." She turned toward Adam. "Any offer of a gift—no matter how small—must be accepted graciously and at once. Remember you are always being judged. And they will try to take you off your guard. Do you understand?" "Yes, Countess." She continued to quiz Adam until one of the maid slaves arrived with two glasses of wine—each grasped by the stem. The slave knelt before the Countess and presented the glasses to her. The Countess accepted the wine and dismissed the slave. She gave one of the glasses to Adam. "I will cherish this gift more than I can say," said Adam in the manner he had learned, "and I am dumbfounded by your inexplicable kindness." "I am glad you like it," said the Countess as she sat down on the bed. "Sit and be comfortable." Adam looked for the nearest chair. "It is very comfortable on the bed," she added. With her free hand, she indicated where she intended for him to sit. "I would not wish to spill wine on your bed," he explained. "There are some risks slaves are expected to take," she countered. He sat next to her, and they sipped wine. He turned toward her, but when his eyes met the intensity of her stare, he focused again on the wine. "How does it taste?" she asked. "It's very good," he complimented. "A slave should be more gracious than that. Tell me how much you love my wine." "Um, it's the best I've ever tasted. I will cherish the memory of this wine for days—weeks. Years." "Better," she admitted. "Be that gracious to our guests tonight, and you will do well." She looked at what remained in her own glass and drained it. "Hold this," she commanded, giving him her empty glass. Holding a glass in each hand meant he could hold nothing else. She repositioned herself behind him and moved her hand up and down his back. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Intimidating you," she teased. "You should be drinking your wine. Your glass is so full, you might spill it." She gave him a little push, causing the wine to wobble near the top of his glass. He drank it. He wasn't exaggerating when he said it was good. "I feel like I should set these empty glasses down," he said. "Yes," she agreed. "And you should close the door. I was going to take a nap, but now that you are with me, I find I am not tired." She smiled mischievously. "I shall continue your training. In the top drawer of my dresser, you will find devices with which you should be familiar. Bring me two sets of cuffs." Adam hesitated. "Two?" "You have two arms, and my bed has two posts with which to anchor them." Despite the Countess's kind words, this was a moment he wanted to delay. He tried to think of something to say, but thought of nothing. The Mediary appeared in the open doorway. "Pardon me, Countess, but you asked to be informed when we heard from our guests. They've called to say that they are early. They'll be here momentarily." "Damn! They do this all the time!" She rose angrily from the bed. "We will be acquainted later," she told Adam curtly. "Mediary, take the man-slave to the kitchens. I need to change before my guests arrive." He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The Mediary escorted Adam to the kitchens where final preparations were being made for a banquet. He joined the other new arrivals for a last-minute lecture from the Mediary about what would be expected of them at the initiation ceremony. She was still talking when the slave he'd first met in the bedroom, the red-haired French maid with cuffed elbows, emerged from the main foyer and made muffled sounds at them. Her gagged mouth still simulated an expression of permanent surprise. Somehow the Mediary knew exactly what the sounds meant. "The first carriage has arrived," she informed. "Come along so you may greet our guests at the door." Carriage? Adam hadn't given any thought to how the guests would arrive. If the terrain around the castle were as rugged as it appeared when he glanced outside, the roads wouldn't be passable by car, so a horse-drawn carriage would be the next most comfortable mode of travel. But who would be driving such a carriage? A slave? One of the locals, more likely. The first two guests were already in the foyer chatting with the Countess when Adam and the rented maids arrived to greet them. The guests were pleased to see the new help. "Look at the poor things," said one of the guests. "They're all so darling!" "So it's true," said the other guest. "You got someone to loan you another man! I didn't think you could get any more after the last time. What's his name?" "Funny, I never asked," admitted the Countess as she casually groped Adam's bottom. "I'll just call him Sweetcheeks. It suits him nicely, I think." Protocol prevented Adam from speaking until someone addressed him directly. No one did. "Slaves," announced the Mediary, "this is the Duchess Serena, chairwoman of the Royal Dominance Assembly. And her companion is the Baroness Chachka." The new slaves knelt in a row before their guests. "How may we serve you?" they asked in unison. "I'd like a Cabernet," said the Baroness to one of the maids. She turned her eyes alluringly to Adam and twirled a finger through her sandy blonde hair. "But first I'd like Sweetcheeks to carry my bag to my room." "I'll have a Burgandy," said the auburn-haired Duchess, adjusting her glasses to see Adam more clearly. "And I also want Sweetcheeks to carry my bag to my room." The maids dispersed to perform their tasks. Adam picked up their bags and walked with the Countess and her guests up the stairs. They insisted that Adam walk ahead of them so they could admire his spandex as he ascended the stairs. Adam deposited their bags in their respective rooms. The guests complemented the Countess on how well he performed this menial task. "Thank you for your assistance," said the Duchess when they had reached her room. "I have a small token of appreciation for you." She presented him with a small box which she had taken from her purse. The Countess glared at him meaningfully. "I am beneath you and unworthy of such generosity," said Adam. "I shall accept only if it pleases you." "It does," said the Duchess. "Go ahead and open it." Adam took the box and opened it. He hesitated before taking the gift out of the box and wasn't sure what it was after he had done so. "It's a g-string," said the Duchess. "When I heard that the Countess had gotten another man-slave, I knew this would be the perfect gift for you." It looked finely crafted, yet too small to be a garment. What little fabric it contained was held together by narrow gold chains with delicate clasps on either side, and only a single chain down the back. "It is designed for a man?" he asked tentatively. "It's daring, isn't it?" said the Duchess. "The front is narrower above than below so it more closely resembles the shape of your genitalia. It's carefully tailored so your shaft can only point up. Isn't that clever?" Adam glanced nervously at the Countess, then back at her guest. "I shall cherish this gift more than I can say," he said. "And I am dumbfounded by your inexplicable kindness." "I'm so glad you like it." She stared at him expectantly. "Well, go on." The Countess explained to her guest, "He's afraid of offending you with his immodesty." To Adam, she said, "The Duchess knows you can't wait to wear it, so of course you may try it on. In fact, you should wear it at the ceremony so she may see how much you enjoy it." The thought of fitting into so small a garment seemed unlikely, but protocol offered no way for him to refuse. "Thank you, Duchess," said Adam. "Then I'll see you in a few minutes in the dining room," she said, leering at him hungrily. The Countess led Adam down to a large dining room where a table was being prepared for an elegant dinner. This room, like many others in the castle, had a dual purpose. Special hardware on the walls and ceiling allowed it to serve equally well as a dining room or a bondage playroom. "I'm going to see how the preparations are going in the kitchen," said the Countess. "The Duchess and the Baroness will be down after they've changed. You may put on your little outfit here." "In the dining room?" "Change behind the bar if you're feeling bashful. You'll hurt the Duchess's feelings if you're not wearing it when she arrives, and she seemed particularly eager to see you in it." The Countess left him alone with the contents of the very small box. The Duchess was correct about one thing. The garment fit him, but "comfortable" was not the word he would have used. Being naked would have offered a degree of dignity his new gift didn't allow. The Mediary emerged from the kitchen followed by the maids who were carrying platters of hors d'oeuvres for the dinner table. Adam remained behind the bar. The Mediary looked at Adam and said, "Why don't you make yourself useful?" "May I make you a cocktail?" Adam suggested from behind the bar. "Don't be ridiculous. Come light the candles on the dinner table." She held out a box of long matches for him to use. Adam emerged reluctantly from behind the bar to accept the matches. At the sight of him, the four rented maids burst into laughter, and even the Mediary could not hide her amusement. Surrendering his dignity, he ignored their taunts and went about his duty. The Mediary glared at the maids to remind them they also had duties to perform, but she paused to have another glance for herself before leaving. Before Adam had lit all of the candles, the Duchess and the Baroness entered the room wearing gowns that were as extravagant as they were slutty. The Baroness was carrying a metal container the size of a hat box. She set the container on the table when she noticed Adam lighting the last candle. Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 04 "Oh my, you were right!" she exclaimed. She laughed so hard at the sight of him, her breasts threatened to escape her neckline. The Duchess snatched the burning match from Adam's hand and extinguished it. "The Baroness said it wouldn't fit you," she said triumphantly. "But I told her that the fabric is very flexible." As if to confirm her statement, she gently ran her fingers across the fabric of his outfit. "Oooooh, come over here. Feel how soft this fabric is!" The Duchess and the Baroness took turns feeling the texture of his garment. "Isn't it soft?" "Not now. Not when I squeeze it." "Oh, let me try." "It's hardly soft at all now." "But still stretchy." "It's part Lycra." He tried to avoid eye contact. The gift felt like it was shrinking as he obediently accepted their touches. "I almost forgot," said the Baroness. "I also brought you a gift." She picked up the metal container from the table and opened it for Adam to see. Inside was a shiny set of four manacles, each attached to a short length of chain joined to a central metal ring. Adam did not want to touch it. "I am beneath you and unworthy of such generosity," he recited with foreboding. "I shall accept only if it pleases you." "Oh, it does!" said the Baroness. "See? These go around your wrists, and these go around your ankles." She turned to the Duchess. "When he wears them, they will restrict his movements in a way that will be very flattering for him." The Duchess added, "I'm sure the Countess won't mind if he tries it on!" The Baroness and the Duchess were very helpful in instructing Adam how to apply the restraint. They secured his ankles first, but before he clasped the wrist cuffs in place, the Baroness warned him that he was putting it on backwards. She explained that this was a "behind-the-back" shackle set and should only be worn with his hands behind him. When it was done, Adam stood before them wearing his gifts—feet shackled together, hands fastened behind his back, all connected by chains to a central metal ring. In his current state, he could no longer lift his hands above his waist. "Well?" asked the Baroness. "I will cherish this gift more than I can say," he said, "and I am dumbfounded by your inexplicable kindness." "Of course you are!" said the Baroness, and she gave him a hug. Protocol demanded that he hug her back, but he could only reach her ass. This delighted her and prompted her to clutch him more tightly. The Duchess grew jealous of his attention. "I seem to have misplaced my wine," she said for Adam to hear. "I think I'd like you to get me another." "I, too, have misplaced my wine," said the Baroness. "Sweetcheeks, be a dear." "I will get them right away," said Adam. He shuffled behind the bar, leaving the pair to whisper between themselves. Behind the bar he encountered more difficulties as a result of his newest gift. All the wine glasses hung in a rack above the bar, but he could not extend his reach high enough to get one. He turned to one of the rented maids for help, but she was already busy with a different task. "Make Kira help you," she advised. The bound red-haired maid responded to her own name, looking as surprised and frightened as ever. With her elbows and mouth restrained, the other slaves believed she wasn't of much use to them. "I just need a glass," he explained, but Kira couldn't fathom what he wanted of her. "A wine glass," he repeated. He couldn't quite point at it, but nodded his head in its general direction to make his point. "Mmmmf," she answered, which Adam understood to mean What can I do? With her elbows bound, she could reach no higher than he could. She flailed a forearm to demonstrate. He now felt foolish for asking. "Sorry, I'll find someone else." "An interesting problem," said the Duchess, who had never taken her eye off Adam and was intrigued by the scenario that was unfolding. She and the Baroness were now sitting at the end of the bar eying both of them deviously. "Such a simple task!" said the Baroness. "I think two of them should be able to accomplish this without help from anyone." "I think we will insist on it," agreed the Duchess. "A castle slave must face many challenges in a day. Surely they will find a way to reach a glass!" A challenge had been set for them. Adam looked at Kira, whose pretty eyes seemed terrified by the dominant women glaring at them. She looked nervously back at Adam. He looked for something to stand on, but found nothing. He tried to climb onto the bar, but the manacles around his ankles prevented him from raising either knee above the countertop. Kira saw what he was trying to do. She removed her shoes. Then she stood directly in front of him—close enough for him to kiss her—and grabbed his arms at the elbows. "Mmmmf!" she explained as she pulled his arms downward. It seemed that she wanted him to kneel. He obliged. This wasn't quite what she meant, and her inability to communicate frustrated her. As he kneeled, she straddled his knees with her feet so she could get closer to him and pushed down on his shoulders, momentarily forcing his face into the folds of her skirt. He finally understood. He placed his hands on the hardwood floor and positioned himself on all fours. Satisfied, she stepped over his head and onto his back. As she did, he glanced up and saw her panties for the second time that day. White, silky, and too small by design, he thought. He felt her bare toes on his back. He felt her toes struggling. "So clever!" said the Duchess. "Yet so useless!" "Maybe she should try jumping," said the Baroness. Kira stepped down from his back in apparent defeat. Adam started to get up, but again, she pushed him down. This time she positioned him to kneel, crouching slightly forward. She turned her butt toward him and straddled his head. "Mmmmf!" she explained, tapping him on the shoulder. He understood. She meant for him to stand and lift her on his shoulders. Tricky, he thought. With my manacles, I won't be able to hold her steady—or myself, for that matter. And I'll be blind with my head in her skirt! He took a deep breath and rose to his feet. His strength held them both. He couldn't see, but he heard the clink of glassware over his head. "Mmmmf!" beckoned Kira, tapping both shoulders with a glass in each hand. He lowered her safely to the floor. Under the judgmental gaze of the noblewomen, Adam and Kira each poured a glass of wine and presented it. "Well done!" congratulated the Duchess. "Clever and perverse!" "Agreed," said the Baroness, "but I think they may have enjoyed the task too much." The Baroness clumsily lifted her glass as if to drink, allowing some of its contents to spill onto the bar. "Oops! The wine has made me careless!" Kira stared wide-eyed at the spill, as if afraid. Adam reached for a bar rag to clean the spill, but the Baroness stopped him. "Not you. She'll clean it—the way she was trained." The Baroness tapped a fingernail on the bar expectantly. Sadly, Kira leaned toward the Baroness, who removed Kira's ball gag. "She knows she's not permitted to talk while her gag is out," the Baroness informed. "I only remove it so that she can do her duty." Silently, Kira licked the wine off the bar as the Baroness watched with satisfaction and sipped from her glass. The Duchess said aloud what Adam was thinking. "Baroness Chachka, you did that on purpose! You're jealous of the man-slave's attention to her!" "How dare you?" The Baroness finished her wine. "Only a little. Sweetcheeks, refill this for me." Adam reluctantly obeyed. "Well, I, for one, enjoyed their little show," said the Duchess, watching him pour wine. "In fact, for an encore, I'd like to see her to clean this up." She splashed the remainder of her wine across Adam's chest and demanded a refill. Adam quickly filled the Duchess's glass. He offered the glasses back to the royal women, but they declined. Instead they instructed him to hold the refilled glasses in his manacled hands and to stand perfectly still while Kira licked the spilled wine off his chest. "If you spill the wine on the floor, she will have to remedy that, too," warned the Duchess. Under their cruel stares, Adam turned toward Kira and stood like a ridiculous statue, concentrating on keeping the glasses in his hands still. She looked nervously at him, as if unwilling to shame him in this way. Unable to ignore her fright, Adam whispered to her, "It'll be okay." Slowly, methodically, silently, Kira licked wine from his body. She was very thorough. Every part of his body the wine had touched, even if were only a drop, received her intimate attention. It seemed she had done this before. Against his will, each stroke of her tongue excited him even as it shamed him. He could only imagine what was going through her mind. Her red hair brushed across his skin as she moved. It tickled him. He shivered. As he did, a single drop of wine escaped his navel and moved down, behind the fabric of his little garment. Kira watched it happen. She looked up at his eyes, as if she needed his permission to continue. Adam froze, unprepared for the humility in her eyes. Ultimately, the decision wasn't his. Her tongue plunged into his garment and found the drop before it could go further. She probed the region, removing all residue of the wine from his groin and attentive shaft, before sliding her tongue back up to his navel. When she was done, she was too ashamed to look at him. Adam looked away as well. The royal guests were staring at them. So were the Mediary, the bodyguard, the bootlickers and all the rented maids. "Well done," whispered the Duchess, fingering the neckline of her gown as if the room were suddenly a bit too warm. "You may return to your other duties now." The Baroness, however, blocked Kira's path before she could move. "Did you enjoy that, slave?" Kira looked frightened and confused. "I said, did you enjoy that?" the Baroness repeated. "Show me." Kira stood as if paralyzed. The Baroness lifted Kira's skirt. With the other hand, the noblewoman reached inside the slave's panties. "As I suspected," said the Baroness, and angrily slapped Kira in a fit of jealousy. "We didn't say you could enjoy it!" "Ju përbindësh!" screamed Kira with explosive rage. "Unë e urrej këtë vend e tmerrshme!" The Mediary intervened. "She knows the rule! No talking until she can speak English!" The Baroness retrieved the gag as the Mediary restrained Kira from behind. The gag was reinserted and refastened. The Mediary and the bodyguard dragged the struggling maid from the room, ignoring the slave's muted screams. Adam was horrified for the girl. "She doesn't speak English?" "Apparently not," said the Baroness, "but if we allow her to keep babbling in her native tongue, she'll never learn." To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 05 The second coach arrived, bringing the last two guests to the castle. Adam's shiny new manacles ensured that he reached the foyer to greet them well behind the others. "It is good to see you again, Lady Tara," greeted the Countess, ignoring her assembled slave maids. "And this must be your new friend, Lady Emily." "How did the two of you meet again?" asked the Duchess as she got her first look at Lady Emily, the Assembly's youngest member. The attractive blonde dropped her duffel bag which made an unexpected clanking sound when it hit the floor. "Emily here got herself engaged to my idiot brother," said Lady Tara, "and we became pals." Lady Tara casually kissed Lady Emily on the lips—apparently not for the first time. Pals with benefits? wondered Adam as he shuffled into the room. "What my brother doesn't know won't hurt him," Tara added with a smile. "But at least the marriage will elevate my new friend from the drab life she had back home." "Drab?" asked the Baroness. "I wouldn't think that being a lingerie model in England would be drab." Emily replied with a bashfulness that was hard to believe in a woman so beautiful. "I was a lingerie designer, but thank you for the compliment. I designed the styles that are exclusive to members of the RDA. Did you enjoy the samples I sent you?" "We're wearing them." The Duchess twirled to display how smooth her generous curves looked under her slutty outfit. "They accent our gowns beautifully!" "And in our favorite colors," said the Baroness, also twirling for attention. "How thoughtful!" As Adam joined the slave maids, attention focused on him. "The new man-slave," appraised Lady Tara. "I like the muscles. And the skin! He has so much of it! How long will you have him?" "Sweetcheeks is under contract for two weeks," said the Countess, "but such things are always negotiable." Adam realized he had forgotten to kneel before the new guests, so he dropped to his knees. Because of his shackles, this was an abrupt and clumsy task. "How may I serve you?" he asked according to custom. Lady Tara studied him with judgmental eyes. "Bring our suitcases to our room," she demanded. "Our driver is bringing them now." The carriage driver, a stocky peasant woman from the local village, quickly excused herself after leaving the bags in the foyer. Lady Emily smiled at Adam in a way that might have conveyed sympathy—or mimicked it. "Tara," she said upon seeing his manacles. "I don't think our man-slave will be able to get our things up the stairs. I mean, look at him." "Emily, darling, you're new to this lifestyle," said Tara. "The point isn't whether he is able, but how hard he will try." She turned to the maid slaves. "We're thirsty. We must have refreshments before we change into our evening clothes." The maids quickly went into the dining room. The Countess and her guests strolled after them with Tara taking a gift box that she had brought with her. Adam hoped the gift box wasn't for him as he contemplated moving the oversized suitcases and the heavy duffel bag they had left behind. Realizing he was alone for the first time since his arrival, a new thought occurred to him. The carriage probably hasn't left yet. The idea was far less than a plan, yet he had to act upon it immediately. If the driver were really a local villager as she appeared to be, he might be able to convince her to smuggle him to safety. Adam slipped out the open door and saw the driver about to rouse the horses into a trot. Adam tried to wave to her, but the shackles thwarted him. He had to risk calling out. "Psssst!" Adam called. "Driver! Wait! For god's sake, help me!" The woman turned, saw Adam struggling to get her attention, and turned pale. "Vârcolac!" she cried before lashing at her horses, urging them forward. The horses bolted away at full gallop, towing behind them the carriage and the frightened woman. Adam's heart sank as his best chance of escape disappeared into the night. He hadn't anticipated that his appearance—manacled and attired in an immodest g-string--could frighten a wary villager. Dejected, he stepped back inside and closed the door. "You tried to get to the driver, didn't you?" said Lady Emily, staring at him knowingly. "No, I wasn't," he lied. How long has she been standing there? "It's all right," she said. "She probably thought you were one of the Countess's werewolves. The locals tell a lot of spooky stories about this castle." Adam would easily have believed that Emily was a model. Her short blonde hair framed a beautiful girl-next-door smile, suggesting an innocence that couldn't possibly be real. She sauntered toward him as he self-consciously backed away. "I'm not scared," she teased. "Just horny." "Is something wrong out here?" asked Lady Tara as she entered with her drink. "He's not up to any mischief, is he?" "Nothing like that," said Lady Emily. "I came back to get my bag and decided to get better acquainted with the man-slave." She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. "Your favorite color is blue," she whispered so only he could hear. The statement meant nothing to him, but she seemed to think it should. Lady Tara eyed them jealously. "Emily, you told me you were a lesbian." "I can go both ways, just like you," said Lady Emily as she picked up her heavy bag. Again, it clanked as though it were filled with pipes. "I'll take my little bag. Let's see how long it takes our man-slave to get the rest of our luggage up the stairs." Adam struggled to get their cases to their rooms while shackled, enduring taunts and insults from Lady Tara the entire way. Tara seemed to be the more experienced of the two newcomers, relishing her role of teaching the less-experienced Emily the proper way to dominate. Afterwards, Adam was escorted down to the kitchen so that he could help prepare dinner. The kitchen was full of activity now. In addition to himself and the rented maids, at least a dozen other slaves were toiling to make last-minute preparations. Many were "bootlickers" like Chrissy—women forced to work in the nude. Even Zana, his trainer, was at work, having apparently been released from her bondage because more help had been needed. As an alternate punishment, she had been forced to change into a form-fitting vinyl gown with a skirt so tight and narrow it forced her legs to move as though bound. Her feet shuffled with even less mobility than Adam's. The Mediary sent Adam into the dining room with a bowl of strawberries to place on the table. By this time, all of the guests representing the Royal Dominance Assembly were in their party clothes. Lady Emily had changed into a shockingly short lavender tube dress which seemed to be in stark contrast to the innocence of her smile. Lady Tara, meanwhile, wore a black silk blouse and a matching leather miniskirt. High boots and a judgmental stare completed the look calculated to show Emily how a dominatrix ought to dress. The Baroness and the Duchess, in their slinky gowns, continued to sip their drinks while stealing glances at the bootlickers that moved about the room. All seemed pleased to see Adam as he set the bowl on the table. "Wait, man-slave," commanded Lady Tara with a smile that foreshadowed nothing good. "Before you return to your duties, we have a gift for you." "Another gift?" exclaimed the Countess. "You are very popular, Sweetcheeks!" At a nod from Lady Tara, her "pal" presented Adam with the gift box. "It's from both of us," said Emily with anticipation. Adam responded with mandatory humility. "I am beneath you and unworthy of such generosity. I shall accept only if it pleases you." "Of course," said Lady Tara. "Open it." Adam opened the gift box. First he only saw tissue paper, but beneath it he found a leather harness with many straps. "It's a torso harness," said Lady Tara. "The top fastens to your collar, and the bottom fastens between your legs while leaving your vitals completely accessible. Each strap is adjustable, so it fits snugly against your skin. And it has metal rings all over, giving it wonderful variety when you require discipline!" Adam didn't know what to say, aside from the obvious. "I will cherish this gift more than I can say, and I am—" "Don't thank us yet," Lady Tara interrupted. "Try it on first!" "I can't," he answered. "Of course you can!" insisted the Countess. "She wants to see you enjoy your gift!" "I mean I can't. My hands and feet are chained together. You'll have to take off my manacles before I can put this on." Lady Tara grew impatient with Adam's logic. "Nonsense! Undo the buckles on the harness, and it can be applied around any existing restraints you're already wearing. Lady Emily will help you." Lady Emily smiled as she silently took the harness from him and eagerly undid the buckles. She was very helpful in applying it to his body. As she tightened the buckles, she occasionally glanced at Lady Tara who judiciously watched her movements, urging her to make each buckle a little bit tighter than comfort would suggest. When Lady Emily was done, the harness was tight, almost hampering his breathing. Emily grasped Adam's hips and spun him toward the other guests for their approval. "How do you like it?" demanded Lady Tara. He stared sullenly at the floor. "I will cherish this gift more than—" "Wait," she said. "You haven't seen the best features yet. Your shackles can now be fastened directly to the metal rings for a more restrained look. If you get on your knees, you'll see how easy it is to attach your ankles directly to the rings on your lower back." She stared expectantly. "Try it," she ordered. "But if I do that, I won't be able to help the others with dinner," he reasoned. "Then the others will work harder in your absence," answered Lady Tara. Adam now saw Sara, the bodyguard, enter from the back of the room. She eyed him suspiciously as she grasped her rifle. Adam assumed a kneeling position, and Emily applied the clasps. "That's too loose," corrected Tara. "Make the chains tighter, and it will give him a look that's much more flattering." Adam felt the restraints on his ankles pulled slowly tighter. Each time Emily touched him, it seemed she was moving a little more purposefully, more skillfully, making him feel almost caressed within the restraints she adjusted. Emily's more experienced than she lets on, Adam suspected. Tara complimented her. "See how easy that is? A forced kneeling position suits him extremely well! But it's not finished, is it?" "It's not?" asked Emily. "It's not a true forced kneel while his hands can still reach the clasps. You must cross his arms behind his back and secure his wrists to the harness as well." "Sounds exciting!" Emily turned her attention to Adam's arms, pulling them tightly behind his back, but not too tightly. Whatever Tara may have thought of her, Emily knew just how much pressure to apply to achieve the effect she desired. He enjoyed her touch more than he wanted to, and she knew exactly the effect she was having. The Mediary and several other slaves paused in their duties to watch. The sight of Adam made the maids smile and whisper among themselves. "There," said Tara. "Isn't that appealing?" "Very appealing," Emily agreed. "And he loves it!" The stretchy material in Adam's garment was stretching near its limit. Tara approved. "When he's tied this way, it's much harder for him to maintain balance." She abruptly pushed him over, and he grunted painfully when he hit the floor. "Did we hurt him?" asked Emily. Tara stepped closer and placed her boot on his ass. "He'll function." She grinned pitilessly as she applied pressure under her heel. "A slave's suffering is wasted unless you savor it." She leaned over Adam. "Now what do you think of your gift, man-slave?" He gasped, "I will cherish this gift more—" "But wait," Tara interrupted again. "An even better feature of the gift is that it supports his full weight! Emily, help me hang him from that pipe so that he may fully appreciate its value." Adam hadn't forgotten the ceiling had been engineered for discipline—like so many other rooms in the castle. Tara rose from her seat and helped Emily lower chains attached to the pipe suspended horizontally above Adam. Hooks on the ends of the chains were attached to various metal rings on Adam's harness. The excess chain was looped over the pipe. Tara ordered some of the naked slaves to hoist the chains, lifting Adam into the air. Only when Adam was suspended horizontally five feet above the floor did they secure the chains. He could barely hide the sense of panic he felt at having nothing to hold on to and no way to free himself. He now hung at their eye level as all the guests stepped closer to appreciate his distress with sweet smiles and inappropriate touches. Lady Tara placed her arm casually around his waist—allowing her hand to playfully tug on the gold chain that held his g-string. "See how aroused he is?" she said instructively. "And I can feel his heart pounding!" "Mine is, too," said Emily, tugging the hem of her dress as if it were getting shorter. "Sweetcheeks is very popular," complemented the Countess. "Having gotten three such fine gifts in one night, the other slaves must be terribly jealous." She winked at him. "What do you say?" There was only one response allowed by protocol. "I will cherish this gift more than I can say," he stammered, staring at the floor below him, "and I am dumbfounded by your inexplicable—" "Oh, for goodness sake!" exclaimed Lady Tara. "We forgot it comes with a matching headpiece! Lady Emily, would you be so kind. . .?" "Of course," said Emily, looking through the paper in the gift box. She pulled out a smaller harness, designed with matching straps and buckles to wrap securely around a man's head. Under Tara's supervision, Emily quickly applied it. Then she attached a length of chain connecting a ring on top of his headpiece to the overhead pipe. With his head forced sharply backward by this chain, he found himself staring involuntarily into Lady Emily's smiling face—now only inches from his. "He's certainly getting excited," she said, staring down the front of his distressed g-string. "Is that the last part of our gift?" "Almost," said Lady Tara, twisting the gold chain in his costume to be sure he was listening. "There's just one more piece, and it snaps into the front of the headpiece." Emily reached into the box and pulled out a small panel of tightly stitched leather with a snap at each corner and a 2-inch rubber nub sewn into the middle. She gave it to Lady Tara who positioned it over Adam's mouth. "This final accessory will keep the man-slave from speaking out of turn," she said, "which is the finest feature of all." She addressed Adam disapprovingly. "Don't you agree, slave?" "Yes, mistress," he had to reply. "Would you like to try it on now?" The Countess nodded to Adam that he should agree. "Yes, mistress." "Before I put it in, is there something you wish to say?" He'd grown to hate the words. "I will cherish this gift more than I can say, and I am dumbfounded by your inexplicable kmmmff!" The panel gag was pushed into his mouth and the snaps were secured to his headpiece. Helpless and mute, he could only watch, listen and flail. "Dinner is served," informed the Mediary at last. For Adam, the dinner table a few feet away might as well have been in a different castle. "Now?" asked Lady Emily. "But the man-slave is just starting to enjoy his new gifts." "I see that," said Lady Tara, lightly stroking the front of his throbbing g-string. "If he is to be initiated properly, he must be included in the ceremony," said the Countess. "But that is easily arranged." Adam hoped she might order his release but was disappointed. "We shall move the table to him. The slaves will see to it." The new maids were instructed to remove the lit candles and any other loose items before the bootlickers carefully slid the table toward Adam. They positioned it so that he was at the head of the table, but the Countess corrected them. "Do not put the table in front of him. Put it under him. Since he is so popular, we shall make him the centerpiece of our dinner." When the slaves were done, Adam was suspended above the center of the table, and the lit candles were placed beneath him so that their heat made his chest, legs and groin simmer. The guests were seated around him. Assembly members sat to his front, while the rented maids (who were also to be initiated) sat behind him. After Zana and the bootlickers had brought out the guests' entrees, they retreated quietly to the periphery of the room in case they were needed again. The Countess's bodyguard and the Mediary stood at the entrances keeping watchful eyes on everyone. "Too bad the man-slave won't be able to enjoy the meal," said Lady Emily. "That's his concern," said Lady Tara. "If he were really hungry, he wouldn't have insisted on trying out his new toys before dinner. At any rate, I'm sure he'll tell us when he's ready to come down." Adam grunted in distress. He was already sweating profusely. "Yes, you may stay up there as long as you like, Sweetcheeks," said the Baroness. "And you're welcome." She squeezed the front of his garment as a reward for his presumed good behavior. Those seated around Adam ate and talked and drank. He realized nothing he did would evoke any sympathy from the diners, so he resigned himself to hanging and perspiring. If he remained silent for too long, however, the diners would take turns poking him with utensils in unexpected places until he reacted in a way they found entertaining. After a while even the bootlickers were looking for excuses to approach the table so they could poke him without being noticed by their mistresses. As they dined, the Duchess began the second phase of the initiation ceremony. She asked questions of the new maids, testing their knowledge of culinary arts, bondage positions, castle protocol, and other matters considered relevant to new castle slaves. During this time, no questions were asked of Adam, nor would he have been able to answer any. "I must say, your Sweetcheeks is very well-behaved for a man-slave," said the Duchess when she was nearly done with her meal. "Getting him to tie himself up was so easy! How did you make him so compliant?" "I allowed him to think that his good behavior would be rewarded with leniency from the Assembly," said the Countess. "Doesn't he know your reputation?" asked the Baroness. "Doesn't he know what happened to the other man-slaves?" "He does," said the Countess, "but I managed to blame that on my staff." "You didn't!" said Lady Tara. "He believed it?" "How could he not?" There was no longer any evidence of the sorrowful mistress of the castle that she had earlier pretended to be. She was now a seductive predator—her true self. She selected a long carrot from the hors d'oeuvre tray. "Sweetcheeks was terrified when he arrived and desperate to believe anything that might offer him a way out of his fate. So I offered him a pleasing lie. Domination is so much more interesting when you can gain their trust first. This way, I get to savor the look on his face when he realizes I've deceived him." Adam thrashed against his bonds with useless determination. "That's the look!" She pointed with the carrot. "Isn't he entertaining?" "Well worth the wait," admitted the Baroness. She used her fork to prod the gold chain that held his g-string together, and with a twist, caused his shaft to pop out from behind the thin fabric. Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 05 "Looks like I lose the bet after all," said the Duchess. "It doesn't fit him at all now." "Not anymore," agreed the Baroness. The pair playfully used their eating utensils to undo the clasps that held the garment. The Baroness pulled it from his naked body and examined it as it hung from the end of her fork. "Is the chain real gold?" she asked. "I didn't ask," admitted the Duchess. "I had my staff place the order to my tailor. Emily, does your firm have a men's line?" "Not yet," said Emily with interest, "but I think I may start one!" Now Lady Tara had an idea for a new game to play with her spoon. She warmed it over a candle and placed it in a pat of butter until the butter melted. She ran the smooth side of the warm spoon up and down his exposed shaft, allowing the butter to glide from base to tip. Adam responded, his lungs gasping, his man part throbbing. "Don't provoke my slave any further," warned the Countess, pointing her carrot. "An ejaculation on the dinner table would be unseemly." "Don't be such a killjoy," said Lady Tara. "I think it would be an interesting experiment to see how many candles can be extinguished with airborne sperm." "But it's early," said the Countess. "The ceremony must be completed first. Then—" She bit the carrot. "The Countess is quite right," said the Duchess in her capacity as chair of the Assembly. "The new slaves are not yet initiated. Protocols must be obeyed." "Fine," said Lady Tara. "Let's get on with it then. We've questioned them all. It's time to assign them rank." "But we haven't asked the man-slave any questions yet," noted Lady Emily, giving him a patronizing pat on the head. "Surely that's a technicality!" insisted the Baroness. "One that's easily corrected," observed the Duchess. "We shall ask him a question. Lady Emily, please undo his gag so we may be done with this." Lady Emily unsnapped Adam's panel gag. The Duchess peered at Adam judiciously. "I will ask you one question, Sweetcheeks. It is the only question relevant in your case. Are you ready to hear it?" Adam nodded. The Duchess's eyes narrowed imperiously. "Define deviant," she said. The maid slaves seated behind him tittered among themselves as if it were some private joke. Adam remembered reading something about the subject from the castle slave manual. "It's the lowest position in the slave hierarchy," he said. "Equal to playthings—and pets." "Yes," said the Duchess. "But what exactly sets a deviant apart from playthings and pets? What is unique about a deviant?" "I don't know," he admitted. "He admits he doesn't know," said the Duchess smugly. She looked to one of the rented maids for the answer. "The Mediary explained it earlier," responded the maid proudly, "when he was still sleeping—when we pulled him from his box. A deviant is unworthy of rank because a deviant is a man." That fucking end note, Adam remembered. "The rules of initiation are quite straightforward," said the Duchess. "We've judged the new slaves' desirability. Sweetcheeks scored highly in that part. Then came the test, in which the slaves were awarded points for their competence. He didn't do as well in that part. Now to adjust for his deviance, we must multiply his score by zero." "The poor man-slave," said the Countess, rising from her chair. She stepped to Adam's side and placed her hands upon his body as a pianist would place hands upon a keyboard. She smiled in the most unpleasant way possible. "I think his life is about to take an unexpected, possibly excruciating turn!" Adam cringed from her touch. His sense of panic returned, but he could only flail in resistance. "The Assembly has determined Sweetcheeks to be a deviant," concluded the Duchess. "He will not have the privilege of clothes, opinions, or speech, and will be fully bound at all times. He has been judged unfit for any position of responsibility except as a sex slave. As such, he will primarily service Assembly members—and secondarily, any slave who outranks him. A bootlicker will be assigned who will spoon feed him once a day—provided she is not bound herself, which has been known to happen on occasions when she requires discipline." She paused to stare at him. "Is he still listening?" In truth, he wasn't. The Countess—on a mad impulse—was using her blunted carrot to wedge apart his butt cheeks. He defensively clenched. Yet even this was not his most troubling concern. A more desperate thought was crying out from the most private part of his brain. I failed Eve—like I failed Monica. Even if I survive the night, the Countess will never let me go! To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 06 "Are you wondering what it will be like to be mine?" asked the Countess, her voice dripping with insincere sweetness. "You should. I'm afraid my loving attention will almost certainly leave scars." She laughed with such cruelty that even the Duchess felt uneasy. "Don't ruin him," said Lady Emily. "Remember, like all members of the Royal Dominance Assembly, you have an obligation to share your slaves with other members." "You may have him when I am done with him," said the Countess, "and that may take days." If any of the other slaves felt slighted by the lustful attention the women of the Assembly focused upon Adam, the feeling passed when they saw the depth of the sadism they showed for whom they desired. In recent years, the Assembly's lack of empathy had ensured that man-slaves were always in short supply. Despite the danger he faced, Adam thought mostly of Eve and how he had failed her. He should be rescuing her, but instead, he was thousands of miles away, hanging helplessly—hogtied and naked—above a dinner table while mistresses and slaves alike took turns humiliating him. "Lady Emily raises an interesting point," said Lady Tara. "We all know your history when it comes to your man-slaves. And we know it's unlikely that he'll be able to service anyone after you've had your way with him." "Pish posh!" snapped the Countess. "They are my slaves. It is my right to have the first pick!" "Actually, that's not necessarily so," said the Duchess in her capacity as chairwoman. "At least, that right is not guaranteed. Our ancestors created the Royal Dominance Assembly so that we, the privileged, may pool our resources to have a greater variety of specimens. But your history of abusing man-slaves presents an unprecedented problem. It's clear which acquisition is the most desirable, yet it will be impossible for you to share something which you clearly intend to break." "Quite right," said the Baroness. "We all want him. It has been ages since any of us has enjoyed a deviant of such quality." "Doesn't the chair of the Assembly have the ultimate authority to decide?" asked Lady Emily. "She must not!" said the Countess. "The chair will take him for herself!" "Agreed," said Tara. "We should each have an equal chance to have him." "I protest!" said the Countess. "He is mine! I claim the right!" By now, all of the guests were out of their chairs arguing. "Ladies, ladies, please," said the Duchess, urging calm. "Let us be civilized about this. It's clear what has to happen. Lady Emily is correct. To avoid any more argument, let us agree we should each have a chance. We shall draw cards. Countess, do you have a deck?" "Cards are banned in the castle," said the Countess testily. "They encourage indolence." "I have a better idea," said Lady Emily, adjusting her short tube dress in an effort to be more authoritative. She beckoned the other women of the Assembly to join her for a discussion in the back of the room. After some whispering, they reached a conclusion. "Very well," said the Duchess. "Since we don't have playing cards, the choice will be made by the deviant himself." Adam wondered what new joke they were playing on him. It was not likely they were going to allow him to choose which of the women he wanted as a tormentor. "Listen carefully," said the Duchess. She grasped Adam's head and held it against her chest as if calming an infant. "Listen carefully, because your fate will be determined by how well you answer this question." Somehow, despite the horror of his situation, Adam experienced a moment of calm when he looked at Emily and realized he knew what the question was going to be. "Deviant," asked the Duchess, "what is your favorite color?" Each woman of the Assembly eyed him with unhealthy appetites, except Emily, who seemed to be smiling at something no one else could see. Of all the Assembly members, Emily was the only one who hadn't gone out of her way to be cruel to Adam. Much of her teasing had seemed intended to placate Lady Tara rather than to inflict discomfort. Indeed, it was Emily's comment which had sparked the current argument and spared him, for a time, from the whims of the Countess. And it was Emily who had earlier whispered to him what his answer to this question should be. I was right, Adam realized. She's not as innocent as she wants us to believe. "Blue," said Adam. The other four women of the Assembly glared at Lady Emily with expressions of rage and suspicion. Lady Emily, for her part, did a credible job of acting surprised. As the others glared, Emily placed her hands behind her legs and glided them upward under the hem of her dress. When she brought her hands back down, her thumbs were towing her designer lace panties down the length of her smooth legs. She stepped out of them and presented them as if they were the winning lottery ticket. The panties were blue. "The choice has been made," said the Duchess. "The deviant will spend the first night with Lady Emily." "She cheated," muttered the Countess. "Somehow she arranged this deception! She knew we were wearing the lingerie samples she'd sent us!" "The choice," the Duchess reiterated, "has been made. We must now proceed with the other initiates." "If it's all right with you," said Lady Emily, "I'd like to retire with the man-slave right away. As you can see, he's already been primed, and I want him alone before he goes off." "Fine," seethed the Countess, admitting defeat. "Get him out of my sight. I'll have the bootlickers carry the deviant to your room." "If it's all the same to you," said Lady Emily, "I'd like to use the Tower tonight. Lady Tara's told me all about it." The Countess glared again, this time at Lady Tara. "You told her about the Tower, did you?" "Emily," Tara whispered with veiled hostility. "The Countess is our host. Do not embarrass me so." The Countess turned her rage at Lady Tara. "You brought that little tart here! I shall not forget that." She turned to Lady Emily. "Bring him to the Tower then! Play with all my toys tonight. But do not expect further hospitality in the morning!" The Countess gave a key to the Mediary, who gave it to Lady Emily. The perky blonde signaled the bootlickers to deliver Adam to the Tower before she exited, leaving her winning panties behind on the dinner table. Four bootlickers carefully lowered the pipe from which Adam hung. At no time did anyone suggest that he should be untied or that any of his bonds should be loosened. Instead they hoisted the pipe over their shoulders and marched up the stairs with him bobbing and swaying in a helpless suspended hogtie. They marched up two flights of stairs and through a corridor before coming to a curved stairway leading upward. The stairs were narrow, giving the bootlickers some difficulty with their cargo. Part of the way up, there was a door set into the curved wall. Lady Emily sat on the stairs with her ominously heavy duffel bag by her side. "What's at the top of the stairs?" Emily asked. "Only the roof," Chrissy replied, "and it's locked. You and the deviant will have the Tower to yourselves." "Good," said Emily, smiling much too innocently. "I don't want to be disturbed—no matter how much he screams." Adam's doubts about trusting her were now multiplied. "We are accustomed to screams from the Tower, my lady," answered Chrissy. "You will not be disturbed." Adam was carried into a large circular room that was far taller than it was wide. A few candles had been lit for their benefit, but the candlelight could not reach the top of the room. The ambiguously high ceiling was masked in darkness. Pipes emerged from walls at odd angles which could not have any use for plumbing but which were ideally positioned to be anchoring points for pulleys and ropes. A sex swing hung in the center of the room from a chain that descended from the darkness. Following Emily's instructions, they set Adam on a small table on the left side of the room and detached him from the pole, but they left him hogtied within his torso harness. The bootlickers left carrying the empty pole, and Emily locked the door behind them so she could focus her attention entirely on Adam. As she turned his way, she looked briefly inside the bag she carried. What she saw made her grin. She looked back to him, her innocence melting away into a perverse image of desire. "I don't scream easily," Adam told her. She smiled as if he'd said something funny. "I won't hold you to that, my brave little man." She walked around him, appraising him. She crossed the room to an open window through which the cold night air flowed freely. She allowed her duffel bag to drop to the floor with a heavy clank next to the window. She smiled at him again. "Get up," she commanded. "I want you to kneel, but don't fall off the table." He tried, but with his restraints, he needed help. She obliged, helping him to a kneeling position on the tabletop. Then she lit more candles around the room while humming sweetly to herself. Adam decided to try a different tactic—empathy instead of bravado. "You made them angry," he said reasonably. "They don't know what I have planned for you," she purred in reply. "If they did . . ." She turned away, leaving the thought unfinished. The room had no furniture other than the small table that supported him and a large leather chair intended for the comfort of a mistress. There were hanging bondage implements and spooled chains on ratcheted wheels attached to the wall. He surmised that one of the ratchets was for adjusting the height of the sex swing hanging in the room's center. Emily paused in her humming to look up toward the ceiling, and Adam remembered that she had never seen the room before—although she had certainly heard about it. Something she saw satisfied her. She continued to hum. She walked to the open window and looked out. As she leaned over the sill, she seemed completely unconcerned (or perhaps she had forgotten) that she was no longer wearing panties. Adam unavoidably saw what her short dress failed to conceal. She whistled as she looked out. "Long way down," she said. "Good thing I'm not afraid of heights." She grinned too knowingly. She continued to hum. She reached into her duffel bag and pulled out a cell phone. She pointed the camera lens at him and said, "Smile." She took his picture, and continued to hum as she pushed more buttons on her phone. After putting the phone back into her bag, she found a selection of chains hanging on the wall. She selected one of the longer ones that had a removable link on the end. She brought it and an S-hook over to Adam. She attached one end of the chain to a ring on the upper back of Adam's harness. She threw the other end across an overhead pipe, then carried the end to a metal ring imbedded in the wall, making it as tight as she could before attaching it to the wall with the S-hook. She walked over to Adam and kicked the table out from under him. Still secured in a tight hogtie, he found himself dangling at a nearly vertical angle, swinging helplessly from the chain that had been slung over the pipe. Unable to use his arms or his legs to steady himself, he hoped that the S-hook in the wall was as strong as she thought it was. It held, but Emily tested it further. With reckless abandon, she threw both arms over his shoulders and pulled her own feet into the air, allowing the chain to support their combined weight as they swung back and forth. "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she squealed in giddy contentment, enjoying the feeling of his body pressing against her. She placed her feet on the solid floor and halted their movement. She gave a final tug on the chain and said, "That should be strong enough." She placed a cushion beneath Adam. After crossing the room to the load-bearing ring, she grabbed the chain and released the S-hook. She lowered him—almost gently—to the cushion on the floor. "A good test," she said, and resumed her humming. She pulled the loose end of Adam's chain down from the pipe and allowed it to fall to the floor next to him. With one end still attached to Adam's back, she brought the other end to the duffel bag next to the window. Squatting, she unzipped the bag and placed it inside. He could not tell what she was doing because her back was turned, but it seemed like she was attaching the chain to something inside the bag. She stood up and turned her attention to the sex swing. It had a pair of large loops made of tough nylon to accommodate her legs and a strap between the loops to support her back, all of which were suspended from a metal bar. The apparatus hung from a single chain that descended from the darkness above. She stepped carefully into the large nylon loops and settled back into the swing, allowing her feet to kick freely into the air. The ceiling, Adam realized, must have been at least forty feet above them—judging from the arc of her swing. She leaned back in her swing and swayed lazily back and forth with legs spread wide in the air. He could not make himself look away from her. His attention to her body delighted her, making her laugh. "You're cute when you're clueless," she observed. She casually began to massage her clit. He looked away in embarrassment, although he couldn't fathom why he was the one embarrassed. "You make me forget myself," said Emily, holding her hand over her pussy in an unconvincing show of modesty. "This isn't the time for that." Now she leaned forward, allowing her feet to touch the floor again. The swing hung just low enough for her to stand comfortably within the harness. "This should do nicely," she said. "Just as it was described." His eyes turned again to her bag as he wondered what was inside it and why his harness should be attached to it. She walked toward Adam and stopped inches from him. From his position, sitting on his ankles on the floor with his hands and feet bound behind him, his eyes could not quite reach the height of her dress's hem which now utterly failed to conceal the moistened folds of her pussy. Her posture of omnipotence intoxicated him. She cupped his head in her hands and smiled expectantly upon him. "It's time for action," she said softly. "You know what happens now?" "Yes, my lady." It could not have been more obvious, it seemed. "My dear, sweet Adam," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "I don't think you do." She took three steps backward, picked up her duffel bag, and jumped out the window. Adam screamed. Her actions were so unexpected, he had forgotten she was still in the sex swing—which allowed her to drop only a foot before the long chain stopped her descent. She seemed quite comfortable as she rappelled outside the tower, expertly straddling the sides of the window with her feet. "That got the heart pumping, didn't it?" she asked. She smiled at him as she shifted her weight from one toe to the other, getting the feel of the apparatus. "Oh yeah, I'm feeling it now! Exciting, isn't it, Adam?" His fear of heights made him desperately afraid for her. "What are you doing?" he stammered before another question occurred to him. "And how do you know my name?" "I know everything about you," she teased. "I've read your blog postings. The question you should be asking right now is, what's on the other end of your chain?" She reached into her bag and pulled out a device he did not think existed in real life. It looked like a steel rifle with a grappling hook loaded in the barrel. The gun butt had a metal ring which now held a removable link connected to the other end of his chain. With practiced ease, she pointed the rifle upward and pulled the trigger. A loud pop launched the grappling hook far from his view, trailing steel cable behind it. The hook made a satisfying clink on the roof above them. She flipped a switch on the grappling gun which pulled the cable taut. She pulled an additional link from her bag and used it to attach the apparatus of her sex swing to the grappling gun, using the same metal ring to which Adam's chain was attached. Having transferred the full weight of herself and her swing to the grappling device, she released the chain that attached her to the ceiling. The empty chain swung loosely back into the room. Adam heard the unexpected sound of a cell phone ringing from inside Emily's bag. "Duty calls," she remarked and reached into her bag to answer it. "You got the picture I sent?" she asked into the phone. "Yes, it's really him. I can't believe my good luck, but I found him. Code indigo. Two to extract. Repeat, two to extract." She closed the phone and put it back in the bag, smiling at Adam. "Now's the really exciting part," she said. "Ready to be rescued?" "Who—?" he asked disbelievingly. "What are you?" "If I said I was an agent of the Marstonite Sisterhood, would that mean anything?" Adam shook his head. "It shouldn't. We're a secret society." "If you know all about me, then do you also know about—?" "Yes, and I'm afraid it's too late for Monica. But there's still a chance to save Eve." In the distance, a helicopter approached. "That's our ride, Adam. We're meeting them at the top." Before he could respond, she activated a powerful motor in the device which pulled her up and out of view. A moment later, the chain attached to his harness snapped tight and yanked him off the cushion, through the window, and into the cold night air. Later Adam would regret being too terrified to appreciate the view, his heart pounding in useless protest against the chaos he now experienced. Storm clouds loomed as the chopper approached. The beautiful Emily operated her grappling device from her perch in the sex swing, far too busy to think about what her helpless cargo could see between her thighs. "Try not to look down," Emily advised. By now the grappling gun had pulled her to the parapet at the top of the Tower. With a firm grip on the device, she pulled herself out of the nylon loops and clambered into the lookout. Against Emily's advice, Adam looked downward. He remembered where the bedroom's balcony had been, but when he looked there, he now saw the bodyguard looking back at them. She yelled angrily into a handheld radio. He looked up and saw Emily staring back at him, her hair whipped wildly by the wind from the approaching chopper but still looking beautiful. A nipple emerged unexpectedly from her neckline as she leaned over, but she was too distracted by the bodyguard to notice. "She looks pissed!" shouted Emily above the noise. "LOOK OUT!" The clang of a blade hitting stone rang from just below his knees. The Countess had appeared in the window below him. She slashed at him with a sword. "Insolence!" she raged, swinging her blade into the wind. "He belongs to me!" Adam clamped his legs together. The Countess poked his knees with her blade, but lacked sufficient reach to inflict more than a shallow cut. "Hang on!" shouted Emily. "Our ride's almost here!" "He's mine, you whore!" screamed the Countess, who climbed onto the sill to extend her blade's reach. She raised her sword with her free hand and aimed for Adam's goodies. Emily dropped the sex swing onto the Countess. The sword became momentarily entangled with the nylon loops. An overhead floodlight burst onto them as a giant hook swung into Emily's hands from above. She latched it to the grappling device and jumped from the Tower to the cable. She signaled upward. "Go! Go! Go!" The chopper ascended, pulling Adam and Emily beyond the reach of the Countess's blade. Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog Ch. 06 Emily slid down the chain to where Adam swung, and sat comfortably on his shoulders. The feeling of her legs clamped around his head was strangely reassuring. So was the sight of the Countess growing smaller as they ascended. "You okay?" she asked. He was. But before he could say so, he saw the locked door at the top of the Tower burst open. The bodyguard emerged with a rifle which she fired at them repeatedly. "Oh, yeah," said Emily. "She's pissed. And those aren't tranquilizer darts." The cable pulled them toward the helicopter as it soared from the castle. When Emily was able, she climbed into the aircraft where a dark-haired woman wearing a catsuit and a gun belt helped pull Adam inside. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally safe within the craft. Emily's other nipple popped out as she hugged him triumphantly. The dark-haired woman in the chopper scowled. "Maybe I missed the briefing," she said. "You mind explaining why this guy's so important you had to blow your cover?" "This is Adam!" Emily announced, squeezing him appreciatively. "He was the property of the one we're after! With his help, we'll finally make Bitch Helga pay for her crimes!" Adam understood none of this, but he felt the weirdly unfamiliar, almost-forgotten sensation of hope. Would these beautiful, mysterious women turn out to be the allies he needed? Would he find Eve again? Succumbing to the altitude and the excitement, Adam passed out. End of PART TWO. The fates of Adam, Eve, Monica, Helga and the entire Academy will be decided in MISTRESS KATHY'S WICKED PROTÉGÉ, Part Three of The Mistress Kathy Trilogy Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 01 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Adam's adventures began in "Mistress Kathy's Academy" and continued in "Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog." Adam had strange and unwelcome dreams. He is in her embrace. He is safe. He is happy. "Love me," Eve commands. "Love me forever and no one else." He luxuriates in her touch. Her hair tickles his face. Her legs wrap around him. "I will love no one else," he gasps. "I promise." He kisses her warm neck, her smooth shoulders, her bare breasts. Her legs squeeze him until he can hardly move. Her nails dig into his flesh until it hurts. Something is different. Something is wrong. He pulls away. It's not Eve. Not anymore. She laughs. "Promises, promises!" taunts Helga. "Slaves are so fickle!" "Why, Adam?" cries Eve—who now is somehow across the room, watching them. She's wearing a pony suit. Her collar is chained to a post. Adam runs to her assistance, but she turns away from him. He must help her. He must earn her forgiveness. He unfastens the buckles on her bridle. Helga mocks him. "You don't deserve her anymore, Adam. Just ask her." Eve stares at him with angry eyes. "See what you've done? You've done to ME what you've done to HER!" Monica. But he had tried to help her. "This is the way it has to be," says Helga, taking the bridle and reapplying it to her Pony. She leads Eve to a large wooden box, into which the Pony obediently climbs. Monica is in a different but identical box next to it. "You belong to me," says Helga, fastening the lids onto the boxes with her Ponies inside. "You all belong to me." "I object!" shouts the Countess. How long has she been here? "You have no claim to him," retorts Helga. "The contract was for a limited time." "Bitch!" cries the Countess. "Slut!" cries Helga. Helga and the Countess fight each other with their bare hands. Their gowns are torn away. Enticing latex swimsuits are worn underneath. Their bodies entangle. Their fight excites him. He shouldn't enjoy this. They push and pull and tear each other's swimsuits. They fall down and roll onto each other. Their cries of hatred are mingled with perverse giggles. He should stop them, but his arms are tied behind his back. His inability to intervene makes their struggle more arousing. His nakedness leaves him unable to hide his interest. The two women stop to stare at him. "He has the nerve to enjoy this," hisses Helga. "After I kill you, I will punish him," says the Countess. The women kiss. What remains of their garments is torn away. Their legs intertwine. Their pussies touch. This isn't a healthy dream, thinks Adam. Adam awoke, suddenly out of breath. He was in another strange bed in another strange room. A strange but beautiful nurse was staring at him and smiling. "You must have interesting dreams," said the young woman. Adam assumed she was a nurse from the white dress and cap, although he didn't know of any hospital where the uniforms were so tight and had so much cleavage. Maybe I'm still dreaming, thought Adam. "Are you feeling well?" she asked. "Probably," was the best he could manage. Complete sentences would have to wait until he was fully awake. An old woman more conservatively dressed in scrubs entered the room to look at his medical chart but said nothing. "What's the last thing you remember?" asked the young nurse. He mentally pushed back the memory of wrestling mistresses and tried to recall something that he could believe had actually happened. Given the recent nature of his life, this took some thought. "I was on a helicopter," he said. "Nobody would answer my questions. They said I should get some rest so I could adjust to the climate. And they wanted to run some tests on me." The old woman spoke for the first time. "That's right, sweetie. I'm here to collect a little blood if that's all right." With practiced ease, she placed a hypodermic needle in his arm to collect a sample and applied a bandage when she was done. "You were suffering from altitude sickness—and a lot stress, you poor thing. The sleep seems to have done you good." "May I get you anything?" asked the younger nurse. "Some water perhaps?" "No, I'm fine." "Something to eat?" "No, thank you." "There's an adjoining rest room if you need it." "I think I'd like to stay in bed for a while." "Would you like me to tie you up?" "I, um . . . What?" "Or I can get you a fresh pillow." "Oh, for heaven's sake," said the older woman. "Leave him be! He's embarrassed to tell you he's had a wet dream, so he's waiting for us to give him some privacy." She threw him a clean towel. "There you are, sweetie." "Why would he be embarrassed about that?" asked the younger nurse. "I'll explain later," said the old woman. "Why don't you go get some clean sheets?" The young nurse left the room. "Thanks for the towel," muttered Adam with embarrassent. "I haven't had a wet dream since high school." "You've spent time at the Academy, and that changes a fella," said the woman. "And you'll have to pardon Cindy. She doesn't understand how much your ways on the outside are different from ours. She knows that you're a submissive, so offering to tie you up is her way of being polite. I'll leave you alone now, and if you feel like wearing clothes, there are some here on the nightstand." The old woman left. Adam wondered where the fucking hell he was. He cleaned himself and got dressed. The woman had left him a white smock and matching drawstring pants which were not his normal style but which fit him comfortably. He pondered his next move. Presumably he was expected to wait for a nurse to return, and then answers would be forthcoming. Presumably. He sneaked out the nearest exit. Although his hosts seemed friendly enough, he was no longer in a trusting mood. He thought it would be a good idea to get a lay of the land and to have an escape plan ready in case things went weird. What he saw outside the building could have been either a park or a college campus. Simple buildings connected by sidewalks surrounded by grass and trees suggested an isolated community far away from big cities. The people were harder to figure out. Across the lawn from him, a young man and woman sat at a picnic table having breakfast in the nude. A half dozen others were walking about their daily routines with no embarrassment about their lack of clothes. The only fully dressed people he saw were an elderly couple wearing loose-fitting smocks like his own. He suddenly felt overdressed, although no one took notice of him. He decided to take a quick walk around the "hospital," which was a much smaller building than he had imagined. His short tour revealed similar sights. A pair of nude women on bicycles rode by and smiled as they passed. The trees that added to the beauty of the environment prevented him from seeing the surrounding terrain, so he had no clue as to what part of the world he was in. He stepped around a corner and nearly walked into a perfectly shaped bare bottom. The woman it belonged to was bending over to adjust the kick stand of the bicycle she had just parked. Not wanting to appear rude, and still hoping to be unnoticed, he decided to go back the way he had come before the girl noticed him staring at her ass. Too late. She turned around and smiled. "Hello, Adam! I was just coming to see you." "Lady Emily?" "It's just Emily here. Lady Emily was my cover. Did you sleep well?" "Yes," he said, and averted his eyes. "I was just looking around. You know, looking." "Cool. I came by to make sure you're all right. And to apologize for last night." "For rescuing me and saving my life?" "For keeping you tied up while I did it. And for not explaining what I was doing. There was no reason to keep you in the dark the way I did. I don't really know why I acted that way." Women keep telling me that. He accepted her apology and went back inside the hospital with her. Down a hall, they found an empty lounge where the two of them could sit and talk. He chose a seat on a plush sofa, and she sat next to him. "I don't think I've never asked this before," he began, preparing her for his next question, "but why are you naked?" "Today's my day off," she said. His uncomfortable silence told her that a more detailed explanation was in order. "Nobody here wears clothes on a day off—unless they're children—or in a committed relationship. I guess you're not used to that where you're from." "I'll adjust," he said, still wondering about the most polite way to direct his eyes. Her athletic body accented her innocent smile in a way that couldn't be more distracting. "So where am I?" "We call it Oasis," explained Emily, "although the exact location is a secret." "And who are you? I mean all of you. You mentioned a sisterhood." She turned her body toward him, propping her arm on the back rest. "The Marstonite Sisterhood is a secret society that lives by a philosophy of free love and feminism. It's premised on the idea that a stable, civilized society is only achieved when men willingly submit to the loving authority of women." "So you're a community of dominatrices?" "Not the way you're thinking. We practice a nurturing approach in which men and women care for each other. Women are intuitively more nurturing than men, so it's natural that they be the more dominant influence." "Don't men ever resent your 'loving' authority?" "Anyone can leave whenever they choose." She leaned forward, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's nothing like the experience you've had." "Good," said Adam, starting to believe her. "Maybe you should have a school of your own. Teach your philosophy to others." Emily looked away, as if this were an uncomfortable subject. She stared at the floor. "We did. It was the Academy." "What?" "It was long ago—longer than you'd think. It was called Mistress Katherine's School of Discreet Discipline, and it catered only to the wealthy and influential. For most of its history, the school's been managed by a line of women holding a variation of the title 'Mistress Katherine,' and our ancestors taught and lived on the island—until the schism occurred which forced us out. Since then, outcasts like me have lived here at the Oasis, while the Academy founded by our ancestors has become a menace." The elderly nurse suddenly entered the room and seemed relieved to see them. "We've been looking for you, Adam. Thank goodness you and Emily are together! Highmother wants to see both of you as soon as you're able." "Who?" "Our spiritual leader," explained Emily. "We'd better not keep her waiting." She smiled at him as she stood up. "She can answer your questions better than I can." Emily returned to her bicycle. She picked out a second bike for Adam which she assured him he could take. Apparently, the bikes didn't belong to individuals but to the community as a whole. Makes sense, thought Adam. Nobody carries bike keys because nobody has pockets. As they rode across the campus, Adam observed others going about their routines. Some wore clothes, others didn't. He noticed one woman in a corset leading a man and another woman by a pair of leashes. Emily told him that the three were in a consentual relationship and were just engaging in friendly role-playing. Adam had to admit the leashed pair seemed to be enjoying themselves. After a short ride through a wooded area and a garden, Emily and Adam arrived at a building that resembled a chapel. They parked their bikes and entered through a side door where they found an official-looking conference room. Around a glass table sat a group of athletic women in revealing outfits. At the head of the table sat Highmother in an ornate high-backed chair that demanded respect for the woman who sat in it. The women were already deep in discussion, but they stopped when Adam and Emily entered. Adam glanced nervously at the ceiling. Good, no chains. "We have a guest," said Highmother, standing. Both sides of her toga-inspired gown were slit to the waist, and the gown's loose-fitting bodice did not prevent her hefty bosom from swaying hypnotically as she rose from her chair. The others at the table rose in deference to her authority. "Welcome, Adam! I hope that you have been treated well since your arrival. I understand you've endured a great deal before your arrival." "I've been treated very well," said Adam as Emily offered him a seat at the table. "And I'm grateful to all of you for saving my life." "Naturally," said Highmother as she and the others were seated, "but I believe we may be able to help each other. I had hoped that I could allow a few days for you to recover from your ordeal, but events now force us to act without delay. Emily, I'm afraid you won't be getting a day off after all, as much as you deserve one." "Whatever it takes," she said, setting her bare bottom in the chair next to Adam's. "That goes for me, too," said Adam. "But I'm not sure what you need me to do." "You, Adam, have intimate knowledge of Bitch Helga's lair at the Academy," revealed Highmother. "Our intelligence concerning the layout of the fortress and her lair is badly out of date, and none of our surveillance has been able to penetrate it. Helga and her mentor, Mistress Kathy, guard their secrets very closely, yet according to your own online postings, you've seen things that other outsiders haven't." "I had the full tour," admitted Adam. "But first, I have some questions of my own. Like, what do you know about Mistress Helga?" "Of course," said Highmother. "We should start at the beginning." Highmother told the story of Helga as she knew it, although later, Adam would learn much more. The complete story, as Adam would later come to understand it, begins like this: ELEVEN YEARS AGO, IN THE HEARTLAND OF AMERICA . . . St. Augustine's School for Wayward Girls sat on the eastern side of a modest campus overlooking a courtyard with swings, a basketball hoop and a few trees. Its mission was to offer hope for teenage girls whose aberrant behavior was beyond the scope of most other intervention programs. On the opposite side of its campus, St. Augustine's School for Troubled Boys offered similar hope to out-of-control male youths. A convent in the middle prevented funny business. Most of the teens who ended up at St. Augustine's had already been in trouble with the law, and some had seemed destined for a life in prison or worse. Many were dealing with drug addiction and alcoholism. And then there were those whose sexual experimentations were just too much for their parents to control. Sister Camilla had the case file tucked under her arm, and thinking about it nearly made her weep. The awful things that girl has done! Just awful! There was little time. The girl was already eighteen, and when she no longer depended on her parents for room and board, the school's ability to help would come to an abrupt end. She carried the file down the hall, out the door, and into the courtyard. She had spotted Father Murphy and Reverend Mother Josephine by the basketball hoop, and hurried to meet them. "Her parents are desperate to control her," Sister Camilla complained, thrusting the file in front of them. "It is the most shocking case file I have ever seen!" Father Murphy recognized the concern in her voice. "What exactly is she doing?" Sister Camilla seemed at a loss for words. "Experimenting," she finally whispered, "with boys." "Ah," said Father Murphy. "It's unfortunate, but we deal with troubled teens, after all." Sister Camilla fidgeted with embarrassment. "I don't think you quite understand, Father," she said. "It's not that she's having sex with them. . . . "Then what do you mean?" "She's . . ." Sister Camilla was choosing her words carefully. "She's hurting them." The Reverend Mother Josephine, whose 45 years of experience as a counselor had given her some authority on such matters, nodded her understanding. "She's bullying them." Again, Sister Camilla fidgeted. "Not in the traditional sense, no. She doesn't hit them or steal their money. Instead, she . . . Well, she's been humiliating them—privately." "Hmmmm," said Father Murphy. "And the boys naturally resent her for this." Sister Camilla fidgeted mightily. "Nnnnnnnnno. . . . They don't." She opened the file and handed it to him. "Just read for yourself." Father Murphy and the Reverend Mother looked over the file as Sister Camilla continued her awkward explanation. "Apparently, she lures boys into some private place by promising to have sex with them. But once they are there, she says she will only fulfill their wishes if they perform subservient and humiliating acts for her. She convinces them to remove their clothes and then she ties them up—with ropes, or sometimes their own clothing. She insists that they call her 'mistress'—as if they were slaves! "After tying one poor boy to the hood of his parents' car, she wrote the words 'Spanky Toy' on his buttock with indelible ink and threatened to open the garage door for all the neighbors to see if he didn't . . . Her exact words were 'worship her cunt with his tongue.' I think that's a euphemism." "Sister," the Reverend Mother gently reminded. "There are children nearby." "Sorry, Reverend Mother," said Camilla in a hushed voice. "But you see the extent of the problem." "I've seen this type of behavior before," said the Reverend Mother, "although never before in such a shocking fashion. I'm afraid it will take months of my lecturing to turn her around." "That may not be the right approach," said Father Murphy who had been looking at the report with concern. "Her file indicates that she doesn't respond well to authority figures. In fact, she doesn't seem to acknowledge anyone's authority but her own. If we start with a clumsy authoritarian approach, we may lose our credibility. On the other hand, someone closer to her own age might be able to connect with her on her own level." They glanced at the convent's youngest nun who was, at that moment, counseling a student within the courtyard. "I forbid it," said the Reverend Mother. "She just took her vows!" "She's ready," said Father Murphy. "I believe our newest recruit may be our best chance to reach this poor child." The Reverend Mother relented. "Perhaps you're right." She called across the courtyard. "Sister Helga?" Across the courtyard, Sister Helga turned toward them, shyly brushing away red hair that had momentarily blocked her pretty smile. "Could you come here please?" asked the Reverend Mother. Sister Helga complied. She was very obedient. "We would like you to talk to this troubled child," said the Reverend Mother. "Her name is Darlene Carmichael, and she's chosen a very dangerous path for herself." She handed the case file to Sister Helga. "She wants to be a dominatrix," whispered Sister Camilla. "Really?" asked Sister Helga uncertainly. "What does that mean?" Sister Helga spent most of the day reviewing Darlene's file. Although the young nun already possessed an intuitive understanding of human nature, she lacked any experience at all with sex—or the fetishes and behaviors associated with it. She attempted some research at the library, but the school's resources were severely lacking on the subject. When Sister Helga finally met the girl in question, she felt underprepared, but also felt a responsibility to the girl whom Father Murphy believed only she could help. Helga introduced herself and explained her reasons for being there. She felt it was an achievement that she did not blush. Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 01 "Why do you do such things, Darlene?" she asked when she had concluded. She sincerely wanted to understand the poor girl. "Hate that name," said the student, propping her feet on the front of Helga's desk, unconcerned about what the nun could see under her pleated skirt. "Darlene sounds so midwestern. You have a cool name." She repeated the name to enjoy the sound of it. "Helga. Helga. Helllllllll-gah!" Helga knew Darlene was trying to provoke her. The nun chose (for the time being) not to give in to the provocation until she understood the reasons that motivated it. "It's just a name," said Sister Helga out loud. "And not a very pretty one. As a child, I often wished for a different one." "Are you kidding? Your name is powerful," said Darlene. "And exotic. With a name like Helga, you could be from the sticks, and everyone would think you're from someplace faraway and mysterious. 'I'm Helga, and I'm in charge! On your knees, worm!' It's a perfect name." "That's the sort of thing you would do. Why is it so important for you to have that kind of power?" "Power is what everybody wants. It's the only reason people are motivated to do anything. That and sex." "That's not true!" "Isn't it?" "If power is so important, then why do you think boys want to give it up to you?" "Boys are idiots. They want the transaction." "What do you mean? What transaction?" "Between power and sex." Darlene set her feet down and leaned torward the desk. "That's the real difference between men and women. Men will use power to get sex, and women will use sex to get power. Everything else is a means to an end. You know what I mean." "I assure you, I do not!" "Yeah, you do. Look in a mirror. Your nun suit can't hide that body of yours. Haven't you noticed how goofy guys are when they get close to your tits? Not that I'm into you. I like boys." "I don't use my body that way! Such behavior attracts only wicked men!" "They're all wicked men. And they have all the power. Don't tell me you never thought of using your looks to take some of it back for yourself." "If you're trying to embarrass me, it won't work." "It's the truth. You know it's true because you're such a fine lookin' woman. If I had a rack like yours, I'd use it to control the world." Sister Helga ignored Darlene's offensive remarks, deciding it was more important (for now) to hear what the girl had to say. The session went for two hours. Darlene went on at great length about exactly what she would do, to whom she would do it, and how much she would enjoy doing it. Sister Helga allowed her to explain her view of boys, sexuality, and what she saw as the overly judgmental eye of society. Sister Helga found her views shocking, disgusting, aberrent—and strangely compelling. By the end of the session, Sister Helga was exhausted. She called an end to the session but scheduled another one for the following day. That night, the nun contemplated what the girl had said. The girl had made a fool of her, she realized. Darlene's ideas were blasphemous, but Sister Helga could not stop thinking about them. The girl deserved to be punished—harshly. Reverend Mother Josephine would certainly agree. Helga wanted to hear more from her—and hated her for it. That night, Sister Helga had strange and unwelcome dreams. "I'm sorry!" cries Darlene, clutching Helga's dark robes. "I didn't mean to make you feel foolish! I want to be good!" "I'm afraid it may be too late for that," replies Helga. "You need to think about what you've done. Remove your clothes." "But why?" Darlene asks. "You like to make boys obey you. Now obey me. Remove your clothes and kneel so that I may consider your penance." Tearfully she obeys, quietly folding each garment as it is removed. She kneels before Helga. "I want your guidance," says Darlene. "I want to be more like you." "Of course you do," says Helga, tearing open her own dark robes. "But most of all, I think you want these." Helga fondles her own ample breasts in her hands. "You as much as told me so! Did you not?" "I deserve to be mocked," Darlene confesses, tears running down her face. "Forgive me! I'll do anything you ask!" "Yes," agrees Helga. "You will. You will show me every degrading thing you have ever made a boy do. You will do those things for me, and then I will choose an appropriate penance." "This has gone far enough!" cries Father Murphy. "You must stop this at once!" Is he still here? she wonders. She had forgotten that she had chained him to the rail with his pants around his ankles. "Oh, Father Murphy," says Helga, pulling Darlene's head inside the folds of her robes. "Just for that, I won't let you watch!" Helga's dreams disturbed her long after she had awoken. But the strangest thing about them was—at the time—they hadn't seemed strange at all. To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 02 "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession." "Yes, my child." "Father, may I depart from the usual ritual? It's me. Sister Helga." "Of course. Would you prefer to confess face-to-face?" "No! I mean, what I have to tell you is . . . Well, it's quite unusual. I'm not sure I could look you in the eye while doing it." "Just relax and tell me about it, Helga. I'm here to bring absolution, not judgment. Just tell me how you have sinned." "That's just it, Father. I'm not sure what I've done wrong." "I don't understand. Tell me what's troubling you." There was an awkward silence as Sister Helga sought the right words to say. "Father, am I a good person?" "Of course you are." "Do I not live by the Beatitudes and the Golden Rule?" "Yes, of course." "Am I not obedient? I try very hard to be obedient." "I've never known anyone of such unquestioning obedience. You are an example to all the other members of the convent." "Then why am I being punished?" Father Murphy hesitated. "Why do you think you're being punished?" Sister Helga breathed a sigh of despair. "Ever since I reached puberty, people have behaved strangely around me. Like I was different from other girls." "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, most boys would get anxious around me, and those who actually had the courage to talk to me would suggest the most shameful things! And most of the other girls wouldn't talk to me. They would behave like I was a threat to them—even though I just wanted to be their friend." "Why do you think people acted this way?" "I think it was because . . . Well . . . ," Helga fell silent. She had never talked about this before. "My breasts are very large," she said at last. "Yes. It's nothing to be ashamed of." "And my waist is very small." "Yes." "And I have always had very athletic thighs and buttocks." "Ohhh, yes." "And I think . . . I know this is foolish. But sometimes I think God made me this way because of something I've done. That it's his way of telling me I'm a bad person." "Nonsense!" "But being this way makes it harder to be good. If you only knew the temptations that have been put to me! If you only knew how I've been tested!" "Many women would consider such gifts a blessing." "Bad women! Women who sin!" "Certainly you can find ways to use your gifts for good. People listen to you. They trust you. Your natural beauty makes you a valuable messenger for God's word." "Then why am I being punished?" "I still don't understand why you feel that way." Helga sighed again. "As you know, the convent—that is, the building itself—shares its east wall with St. Augustine's School for Wayward Girls." "Yes." "And it shares its west wall with the School for Troubled Boys." "Yes." "Yesterday, when I was in the convent—showering . . ." "Yes?" ". . . I discovered . . ." "Yes?" ". . . a hole—in the shower wall. When I look through it, I can see the janitor's closet in the boy's school." "Really? A hole?" "Yesterday, someone in that closet looked through that hole, and saw me showering! I didn't notice at first because of the design in the tile. But when I discovered it, I looked through, and I saw someone run away. He had been looking at me!" "Oh, my poor child! I'll tell the custodian to have it repaired immediately." "I feel so ashamed!" "Now, Helga, you mustn't blame yourself. You know what teenage boys are like." "Oh, it wasn't a student! That closet is always kept locked." Helga wiped away a tear. "I try so hard to be good. I thought this sort of thing would end when I joined the convent." "My dear Helga, joining the convent doesn't change the nature of the world. I'll find out who's responsible." "It couldn't have been a student. After it happened, I asked the janitor to show me the room, and he said he couldn't because he didn't have the key. That room isn't used anymore. It hasn't been for years." "I promise I will handle this situation myself." "The janitor said he'd worked here for twenty years, and he'd only ever been in the room once—and that time, you had to unlock the door for him." The silence that followed was terribly, terribly awkward. Helga didn't want to continue, but did. "Only you have that key." Father Murphy still said nothing. "WHY WERE YOU SPYING ON ME?" she cried. "I know what a good person you are, so I know you wouldn't do that sort of thing unless you thought I deserved it." Helga did her best to control her emotions. "Please, just tell me! Why am I being punished?" She waited for a reply. "Father?" she asked when the silence had become unbearable. "Aren't you going to say anything?" "Two rosaries," blurted Father Murphy. "Pray two rosaries for forgiveness." "Aren't you going to tell me what I . . ." Sister Helga fell silent. She heard Father Murphy's breath catch in his throat. Was he crying? Or was he . . . "Father, are you masturbating?" "Just keep talking!" gasped Father Murphy. Sister Helga ran from the confessional in tears. Alone, Father Murphy continued his prayer. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god . . . ohhhhhhhhh, lordy!" Saying goodbye to her friends at the convent was difficult, but she could not stay. Her faith had been shattered beyond repair, so she chose instead to return to school to pursue her other dream—that of getting her master's degree. She soon found a new direction for her life within the chemistry department of a prestigious university where she quickly drew the attention of one of her professors. "Do you know why I chose you to be on the research team?" asked Dr. Watts. "Because I'm one of your best students?" said Helga, beaming with confidence. "You are. You have an intuitive grasp of our work that my other students lack." This was the truth. Helga was extraordinary—a model student for the chemistry department. "You're very kind, Doctor," she said, blushing. "Not at all." Dr. Watts chuckled good-naturedly. "I didn't bring you on the team just for your good looks." This was a lie. As an expert in the emerging field of commercial aphrodesiacs, Dr. Watts knew it could only help to have someone of Helga's obvious appeal helping to draw attention to his work. "What exactly is this research about?" she wanted to know. "A colleague of mine donated to me a unique plant," he said, picking up the potted flower on his desk. "This was grown from a seed taken from the original. He told me that its scent had the ability to arouse the libido of anyone who smelled it, and he hoped that I could learn the secrets behind its chemistry. "As you may know, most so-called aphrodesiacs are no more than placebos, so I was naturally skeptical. To my surprise, the plant had an astounding effect on the lab mice it was tested on. I asked my colleague where he found this plant, hoping he could help me find more. But he claims it's only found on a remote and inaccessible island in the Pacific—where its scent has a profound effect on the local population. He told me a tall tale about an island of dominant women who operate a kind of sex school there. Obvious nonsense, of course, but the plant's attributes are real." He offered Helga the plant hoping she would take it—and perhaps even inhale deeply—but she merely looked and nodded with polite interest. In the days that followed, Helga got to know the other two members of the research team. Artie and Jay seemed like nice fellows, but she was sometimes apprehensive about the way they would stop talking when she entered the room, or would abruptly look away when she made eye contact with them, as if she wasn't supposed to know they saw her at all. The truth was, they did see her. And seeing her made it impossible to think about anything else. Maybe the scent of the flowers was to blame. One night she worked late, using the amphitheatre of the empty lecture hall to enter some test results into her laptop. It was a warm evening, so she had slipped off her lab coat and was working in her tank top and shorts. She sat in the front row typing while sipping an energy drink. She was listening to her iPod through tiny earphones, so she didn't hear Artie and Jay whispering about her. She believed they were in the lab down the hall, but they were actually in the back of the room staring at her. "I love hot weather," whispered Jay. "I wish I lived where it was always hot and women always look like her." "Yeah," agreed Artie who was more guarded about sharing his private thoughts. He was carrying a tray of test tubes, not because he needed them, but because they made him look like he had a reason to be there. Helga sipped her energy drink and seemed to grow restless. She wiped some perspiration from her neck and absent-mindedly tugged at her tank top as though it were suddenly a little too small. Distracted by her activity, Artie rattled his tray indiscreetly. She didn't look up or notice they were there. "We shouldn't be staring at her like this," said Jay. "What if Dr. Watts saw us?" Artie finally decided to risk speaking his private thought out loud. "Jay, you know how we're always joking about the flower serum and what effect it might have if we used it on a human girl?" Jay knew he was talking about the active chemical which they had extracted from the flowers. Finding a way to refine and mass produce the substance had been the subject of all their research. "Sure," said Jay. "We even figured out how much we would need for a human dose. Of course, human trials haven't been approved yet, and until they are, testing it on a human would be wrong." He giggled inappropriately. Artie wasn't laughing. "Yes," he quietly agreed. "It would be wrong. Except . . ." Helga took another sip from her energy drink and held the can against her face. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. Then she slid the can along the inside of her thighs and gasped in quiet pleasure. "Artie," whispered Jay. "What did you DO?" "I did it when she was in the bathroom," he confessed. "Nobody saw me put it in her drink." "Artie, do you know what you've done?" asked Jay. "That experimental drug that hasn't been approved for human trials!" "I just thought if I gave her a little, I could ask her out, and she might say yes. And if I gave her just enough, she'd be sure to say yes." Jay stared at him judgmentally. "Artie, you remember the mice we tested? They weren't in the mood for dinner and a movie. I've never seen animals assume those positions before." "But she'll be all right? I mean, the mice were okay." "The mice were happy, but okay? I'm not sure. And with the doses we just gave her—?" "What do you mean 'doses?'" Jay looked away with sudden guilt. "Okay, I gave her some, too. But just a little bit." "What? She could have seen you!" "You didn't see me!" "Oh my god, what if we've killed her?" They looked at Helga. She seemed to have regained her composure and was diligently typing at her laptop. The music from her iPod still played in her ears. "See?" said Jay. "She's fine." "What if she's not?" whispered Artie. "You've seen the lab results. Right now, we can assume that her cortex is entering a state of accelerated activity. Her nerve endings are being saturated with endorphins. Her blood pressure is elevated, and her perspiration rate is accelerating to keep pace with her increased pheremone production." "Man, that's hot." "What if she needs a hospital?" "Who needs a hsopital?" asked Dr. Watts. Neither of the boys had seen him enter the room. The boys guiltily stared at the floor. Under the withering gaze of their professor, they eventually whispered their confession to him. "I see," said Dr. Watts. "I see that I'm working with immature, irresponsible frat boys—with no impulse control." He made no effort to hide his disappointment. "Do you know what could happen? By adding your doses to the one that I . . ." It took the professor a moment to realize he had just incriminated himself as well. Watts raised a judgmental finger to silence them. "What I did was different!" he whispered. "I'm a scientist!" The conversation degenerated into a series of rapid-fire whispered accusations which failed to address the problem. Again the professor silenced them with an upraised finger. "If what we're saying is correct, we have unknowingly given her three doses of an extremely concentrated experimental aphrodisiac." He paused meaningfully. "Is that what we're saying?" Artie's voice quavered when he said, "I gave her two." Jay slapped Artie on the back of the head. "All right," said Dr. Watts. "Four doses, then. That means, theoretically, that some of the effects on her brain could be . . . permanent." "What?" hissed Artie. "Only theoretically," whispered Dr. Watts. His tone suggested that he had already given this subject some thought. "And theoretically, this could cause some of her natural libidic tendencies to become exaggerated. If, for example, her inner nature was to be submissive, the drug would cause her to become excessively obliging and compliant to anyone she was even remotely attracted to. She wouldn't be able to help herself. For example, she might . . ." He paused wistfully. "But I digress." "Is she submissive?" asked Jay along a new line of thought. "Isn't it obvious?" asked Dr. Watts. "Does it matter?" asked Artie. "We've damaged her brain!" "Only theoretically," said Watts. "There's no need to panic. She may be fine. We'll just watch her for a while and see that she's all right." They looked. She was gone. She had left her things behind—her laptop, her iPod, her notes, her flip-flops, her labcoat, her tank top, her denim shorts . . . . They stared at the items on the floor while the implications settled in their guilty minds. They looked around the lecture hall, but she was nowhere to be seen. Dr. Watts insisted that they must find her. They stepped into the hall. It was hard not to notice a pair of panties hanging on the knob of the door to the main lab where the rest of the flowers were growing. The door with the panties was ajar, but the room beyond was dark. Cautiously they entered the dark room. For stealth, they did not turn on the lights. The sweet smell that greeted them was already familiar to them. They knew it as the smell of desire. However, they did not immediately see Helga. Until, one by one, they noticed a pair of bare feet standing on a countertop where a bit of light fell from the window to illuminate a dark corner of the lab. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they saw the feet were connected to the most spectacular body they had ever seen. The body glistened with natural oils secreted from Helga's skin as she towered over them. She stared at them in judgment. "I was beginning to wonder," she said casually from the darkness. "I was beginning to wonder when you boys would come looking for me." She slid down easily from the countertop and stepped toward them. She wore nothing but a smile, and it was strangely terrifying. How much has she overheard? wondered Dr. Watts. "We were washing the test tubes," blurted Artie, holding up his tray in evidence. Helga paused and seemed to consider the worthiness of his response. "That sounds very plausible," she said. "Well done, Artie." She looked each of them in the eye, one by one, and turned back toward the counter. "Do you always think about me when you're polishing your tubes?" She turned toward them and rested her naked bum on the countertop. "Your debate about me seemed very heated earlier." "Helga," started Dr. Watts, taking a stab at being the responsible adult in the room, "we think perhaps you may have ingested some of the flower extract." "Really?" she asked with incredulity. "But that would be wrong." She smiled again. Something about her eyes suggested that they should run, but for some reason, they didn't. Maybe it was the scent of the flowers. "Well, yes," said Dr. Watts. "Of course, it was probably an accident." "Liar!" she snapped at her professor. "I think you should try again." She leaned forward from her perch on the countertop. Her body tensed as if ready to pounce. Jay felt as if it were his turn to say something. "Do you feel," he asked with newfound caution, "different?" She seemed to look at something far away. "Different?" she asked thoughtfully. "Oh, yes." She ran her fingers through her hair as if for the first time and exhaled heavily. "Yes, I can definitely feel something going on in here. Something liberating! I wonder what's inside me." She parted her legs in their direction. Dr. Watts reasoned that Helga wouldn't need a doctor as long as she was under the observation of a trained scientist with a background in commercial aphrodisiacs. It was the scent of the flowers. "I think we should get you someplace where you can rest," suggested Dr. Watts. "Maybe you're right," said Helga. "Someone should walk me home." "I will," said all of them. "I have a car," added Dr. Watts. "And I'm a scientist." "Good," said Helga, holding out her hand for the keys. "I'll drive." This seemed like a perfectly reasonable request in the flower-filled room. "Run along," Dr. Watts told the boys as he gave Helga his keys. "I'll handle this." "No, bring them," said Helga as she left the room. "I need a lot of handling." In the days that followed, Helga's friends and classmates noticed that she had changed. She was oddly more confident, and decidedly more authoritative, than she had ever been before. As for Artie, Jay and Dr. Watts, they were never seen on campus again. It took almost a week before anyone reported them missing. In fact, the last person to hear from any of them was a mailman, and he never fully understood what it was that he had witnessed. It happened when he was delivering a heavy package to an address which had received many such packages that week. He had no idea what the busty young redhead did for a living, but he had started to look forward to these deliveries because she nearly always answered the door in a breezy white silk robe. "Another package that didn't fit in your mailbox," explained the mailman at the door. "You've been getting a lot of them lately." "Yes, I have," said Helga. "I've got some projects going on in the basement—three of them." She looked at the label on the package and shouted to someone the mailman couldn't see. "Good news, boys! Your asshooks have arrived! Isn't that good news?" The mailman let it pass. He didn't want to admit that he didn't know what asshook meant in college slang. When no one answered the redhead, she repeated, "I said, 'Isn't that good news?'!" The mailman heard some faint screams which he was sure must have been from a television. Then he remembered he had a job to finish. "You also have a letter," he said, giving her an envelope. "Thank you so much," said the redhead eying him intently. "Actually, if you have time, you could help me with my projects." She stared at him the way a cat stares at a mouse. Something in her eyes told him he should run. He did—stumbling back toward the mail truck with an urgency he couldn't quite understand. Helga looked at the letter which she was genuinely surprised to receive. It was from Darlene Carmichael, her former student. Dear Sister Helga, I know you're probably not expecting a letter from me. The nuns said you moved to a different convent, but I hope they can forward this to you. Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 02 I'm writing because—of all the teachers I had at that lousy school—you were the only one who got me. You were the only one who really listened, and although I didn't realize it at the time, you actually helped me through a tough time. Just not the way you intended. Okay, I'm still into the dominatrix thing. I haven't changed that much. But talking to you helped me figure out who I am and how to come to grips with it. And I've found a place where I'm accepted for who I am and where my talents are actually appreciated. It's called Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission. I'm a teacher now (just like you!), only I teach domination instead of math. It's cool, even though it's kind of far away. I have lots of new friends here who share my interests. I feel sorry for all the repressed people who don't have the same outlet for their impulses that I have. You know what I mean. I remember you being REALLY repressed when you talked to me. So if the nun thing doesn't work out for you, you should look me up. Darlene "More good news, boys!" she announced to her unseen guests in the basement. "We're taking a little trip! I've put a lot of thought into this." The mailman had been right when he said she'd received some large packages recently. Right now, there were three large empty crates in her living room which had recently held oversized sex toys. Soon, they would again—only this time, the toys would have to be sedated first. To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 03 Adam listened carefully as Highmother explained all she knew about Helga's origin. Toward the end of her story, however, he glanced around the room and noticed the other women were paying more attention to him than to the woman speaking. They must already know the story, he assumed. But even more strangely, when he made eye contact with any woman at the table, she would not immediately look away, but continued to stare at him with penetrating eyes the way the young nurse had done earlier in his hospital room. He could not dismiss the idea that they were all flirting with him. "So Helga learned about the Academy from one of her own students?" he asked Highmother. "Yes," she answered, "but Darlene quickly came to regret the role she played in bringing the Bitch to our island paradise. "When Helga arrived, she brought three large crates—each containing one of her 'boy toys,' as she called them. It was unsettling, to say the least, but her slaves were willing and did not wish to be separated from her. "Her power over them so impressed Mistress Kathy that Helga was immediately promoted to a position of authority. Kathy said Helga was the ideal role model for a dominant woman, and that we should learn from her example. Her boy toys were put to work in the laboratories so they could continue their research into the flower extract, and Helga herself oversaw their activities while teaching classes at the Academy. "Our enrollment grew dramatically. Before then, the Academy had catered exclusively to the elite and the influential, but the emergence of the internet allowed it to radically broaden its client base. "Repeat patronage also went up, which greatly pleased Mistress Kathy—but at the time, we didn't know why. Only later did we learn that Helga had found a way to replicate the flower extract and was putting it discreetly into our clients' food. They were eager to return to our island, not knowing that they were actually addicted to an aphrodesiac. "She wanted to go even further. Helga experimented with ways to make the effects permanent. She claimed she could do this by altering a subject's own DNA. She developed a treatment which would not only intensify sexual urges, but would also stimulate anatomical growth and enhance pheremone production in her subjects. "Her boy toys insisted on experimenting on themselves—with horrific results. Each was driven mad. Despite their new appeal, they allowed only Helga, their mistress, to touch them, even though she abused them horribly. They competed bitterly for her affection, and one by one, died in elaborate displays of affection for her." Highmother shuddered. "I will not describe the details. "In spite of the madness she caused, Helga declared her experiments successful and insisted that the experiments should continue. "By that time, the Academy's culture had changed. The welfare of the clients was no longer our priority. Empathy was no longer valued, and terrible abuses occurred. Some of us objected, but most did not. Then we learned why. The extract had been slipped into our food as well, suppressing our nurturing instincts. Most upsetting of all, it had been done with Mistress Kathy's approval. "Darlene Charmichael, her former student and friend, was the first to protest when she learned the truth, but her arguments meant nothing to Kathy or Helga. Darlene organised others in a resistance movement, but they were too few. Too many of us had already been compromised. "When fighting broke out, it was quelled with the harshest of tactics. Darlene was the first to vanish without a trace, then others did as well. Those of us who were left were given an ultimatum—leave the island or suffer the same fate as Darlene. "So you left?" asked Adam. "To fight another day," answered Emily with resolve. "And we're almost ready." "It is time to show Adam what we've accomplished in our exile," announced Highmother, rising from her chair. Again, her chest swayed alluringly beneath her loose fitting toga. She noticed Adam's stare and smiled in return. "Is it wise to reveal so much to a stranger?" asked another woman at the table. "We've kept our plans secret for years, and this man hasn't been properly cleared." Adam recognized her as the woman he'd seen in the helicopter, although instead of the catsuit she had worn earlier, she now wore a businesslike miniskirt and a midriff-bearing vest. "I'll vouch for him," said Emily, grinning as she glanced at Adam. "I've already checked him out thoroughly." "Good," said Highmother. "If we expect his help, we must take him into our confidence. Follow me." Highmother led them outside and down a paved road past what appeared to be living quarters. Attractive young nudists continued to walk about freely, feeling no need for clothes unless they were performing official duties that required them to have pockets. The strangeness of the people was counterbalanced by the calming influence of the many trees and gardens Adam saw along the way. "We call our community Oasis," explained Highmother, "because it's not our home, nor our destination, but a place to gather strength on our journey." As they walked, the women in the group seemed to be subtly competing for the privilege of walking at Adam's side. Emily showed no embarrassment at being the only naked woman in the group and inserted herself between Adam and anyone else who got too close. She put one arm around him as they walked, signalling the others to maintain a discreet distance. "I don't mean to judge," said Adam, "but I'm surprised your sisterhood hasn't sought help from the international authorities." "They would never help us," insisted Highmother. "Because they don't believe you," Adam assumed. Adam's comment irritated Highmother. "Haven't you paid attention? Of course they believe us! They're customers! They can only continue to enjoy the Academy's services by denying it exists." This was rather obvious once Adam thought about it. The group reached a tall wooden door built into a high fence. Agent Jamie opened it, allowing the others to enter. She twirled her hair and smiled as Adam passed. "I want you to know," Adam explained to Highmother, "that I intend to rescue Eve with or without your—" He stopped to gape in astonishment at what he saw. Inside the gate was a military training ground filled with activity. At least 200 men and women were training with firearms, practicing hand-to-hand combat, or running in formation. Archers in bikinis fired arrows at moving targets swinging from trees. Another group of women practiced loading grenade launchers as men ran to bring them more ammunition. Still others in form-fitting chain mail sparred with each other using either staffs or swords. All this activity was overseen by fit and beautiful female drill instructors. "We will help each other," said Highmother. "But first, you must understand the task we face. To save one, we must save them all. We must take the island by force." Adam needed a moment to take in the scope of what he was seeing. "Why such an odd mix of weapons?" he asked. "Guns have their place, but our preferred methods are older and less lethal," said Highmother. "We have not forgotten that our enemies were once our sisters." Adam watched as a woman brought down her male sparring partner with bolos she threw around his legs. Instantly she and another woman subdued him with ropes applied so swiftly, it left the man a writhing mummy within seconds of hitting the ground--apparently without hurting him. "If you have this kind of fighting force," Adam wondered, "I don't understand why you need me." "As we have been building our strength," explained Highmother, "Mistress Kathy has been building hers. Her island is quite well-defended, as Emily will explain." Highmother led the group across the training field and past a rifle-range into a large building. Inside was a briefing room equipped with computers and a large screen. Emily tapped some keys on the computer to make a map of Academy Island appear. Adam was impressed by how the other women deferred to Emily's expertise of Academy security, and apparently only Adam found her lack of clothes at all distracting. Her tone became serious as she explained, "The island uses an automated defense system. A network of buoys around the island forms the perimeter of their sensor grid, so no ship can approach the island undetected. Any vessel that doesn't transmit a valid recognition code will be automatically fired upon by missiles fired from hidden bunkers. "To defeat this, our tech people have developed a computer virus that can circumvent the system's security and shut down the sensor grid, but it can only be deployed from within the perimeter. Our task is to covertly put someone on the island who can launch the virus and shut down the grid so our invasion force can get through. "It won't be easy. The security system can only be accessed from computer terminals in the most secure areas on the island. Only the highest ranking mistresses have access to the system—someone like Mistress Kathy, or the captain of the guard—" "Or Helga," said Adam. "Yes," agreed Emily. "It could be accessed from her living quarters, or the dungeon where she keeps her test subjects, but they've made changes since we've been exiled, and we have no way of knowing where in the Citadel these are located." "I know where to find both," said Adam. "I remember where the dungeon is from the tour Helga gave me, and I was actually in her bedroom." The women gasped in horror at the mention of Helga's bedroom. That Adam still lived was regarded as something of a miracle. "We have a plan for getting inside the Citadel secretly," Emily continued. "But your knowledge will be invaluable once we get in." "I'll do whatever I can to help rescue Eve," promised Adam. "We can't use our own agents because—as exiles from the island—our faces are already known to Mistress Kathy and her minions," explained Emily. "However we have someone in mind to infiltrate the Academy's staff—a woman who the Academy has been trying to recruit for some time." "You will learn more of her later," interrupted Highmother. "But now there are further preparations to be made, and you must be tired from your ordeal. You have been through so much." The women began to disperse to perform their duties, each of them glancing in Adam's direction and smiling before they left. "I still have some questions about your sisterhood," Adam told Highmother. "I can answer your questions," blurted Emily, excited by the idea of spending time with him. "While I'm sure you can," interrupted Highmother, "you have much to do if we are to move ahead with our plan. I can entertain our benefactor for a time." "As you wish, Highmother," said Emily with some disappointment. She hugged Adam tightly and said, "I'm glad I decided to rescue you! See you this afternoon." Adam thanked her, and she left the room with Agent Jamie. Highmother remained with him. "Come with me, Adam. We may discuss things further in my chamber." She led Adam down a long corridor to what he assumed to be her office. Inside the room, however, there was no desk. It was a circular room that was carpeted and furnished only with throw pillows and a low table. The walls were adorned with wispy curtains in a variety of bright colors. "It is only natural that you have questions," she said. "And I have many about you. I want to understand Helga's fascination with you. We have never before known her to go to such lengths to acquire a slave. Do you have special knowledge that she requires?" "I don't think so," said Adam. "Helga usually just acts on impulse." "I see. And something about you gives Helga impulses?" She studied Adam from top to bottom—pausing in the middle thoughtfully. "I must know more," she said. "Remove your shirt." "Excuse me?" The request startled him, but she said it with such unexpected authority, he wanted to comply. "Our task is fraught with risk. Before I commit my people to such a dangerous mission, I must first understand our enemy. Helga is interested in you, and I must understand what it is that she sees in you. Remove your shirt. At once." Everything about the Sisterhood seemed odd to Adam, but he saw no harm in doing as she asked. "Fold it neatly and lay it on the table," commanded Highmother. He turned around with mild embarrassment, folded the garment, and set it on the low table. While his back was turned, Highmother clamped a steel collar around his neck. "What?" asked Adam in confusion, spinning around to look at her. He saw that his collar was attached to a chain connected to the wall where the curtains apparently hid some kind of fastening hardware. "You said you were a submissive, did you not?" said Highmother. "Or were you deceiving us to gain our trust?" "No, I am, but—" "Then being dominated will put you at ease. I am making you welcome." "I just wasn't expecting it from you." "Do you not trust me?" "Well, yes, I suppose I do." "You suppose you do? It is vital for us to trust each other. I am trusting you with the future of all my people, so I must know that my trust is well-placed. Behind the blue curtain, you will find a pair of cuffs." "Is this a test of some kind?" "I would not phrase it so bluntly—but if you like, you may call it a test." Adam reached behind the blue curtain and found the cuffs. "Just so you understand, Highmother, I already have a mistress. She's the one I'm trying to rescue." "Of course," said Highmother. "And I will help you. Fasten them behind your back, now. That's a good man." "And by doing this, I will gain your trust?" "It will be a start. Then we may talk freely, as a domme and a sub should, and I will know that you are being sincere." With a barely perceptible movement of her shoulder, she allowed the right side of her loose-fitting gown to slide from her shoulder, exposing a lovely breast bigger than her head. Despite his doubts, he decided he must trust her. He fastened the cuffs behind his back. "I know this is difficult for you," admitted Highmother. "Your ways on the outside are so much different from ours. But our way is so much faster." She pulled his pants down around his ankles. He was so startled, he fell over backwards, and only the pillows broke his fall. "Yes," she said. "I do see the appeal that you have." She allowed her gown to fall from her body. She fondled her breasts which had been distracting him all morning. "I thought we were going to talk," said Adam, still cognizant of his allegiance to another mistress. "You may talk," said Highmother, "when I've gotten to know you —the way she has." She stepped out of her discarded gown and advanced toward him. Still lying on his back among the pillows, he inched away from her until his head bumped a solid wall behind the curtain. She knelt over him, straddling him with her thighs. "Now be still. When I want you to move, I shall instruct you how." He tried to stand, but with his hands bound, she easily held him down. She was so strong, so beautiful, so tempting, he could not resist her any more. There was a pounding at the door. "Highmother!" someone called. "We must speak to you!" "Leave!" shouted Highmother. "This is not the time!" The visitor continued to beat upon the locked door. "Highmother, it is urgent! There's danger!" "I said leave!" The door was forced open and five identically dressed intruders burst into the room. Each wore a white skintight latex bodysuit and a gas mask. The latex suits hugged their curves in every way, but left no skin exposed, not even their hands or faces. The curvy white figures surrounded Highmother and Adam. "What is the meaning of this?" Highmother demanded. "Why do you not obey? And why are you wearing those ridiculous clothes?" Two of them grabbed Highmother from behind and physically pried her off Adam. "Forgive us, Highmother, but you're not well," said one of the white-suited figures, her voice muffled by her gas mask. "These hazmat suits are necessary for our protection! We believe you have been exposed to a dangerous chemical agent!" "Nonsense!" cried Highmother. "Leave at once, or I shall have you chained to the library stairs!" Three of the latex-clad figures dragged Highmother from the room, leaving two others alone with Adam. One of them located a key which she used to unfasten Adam's chain from the wall. "What's happening?" asked Adam. "What's this 'chemical agent' you mentioned?" "You are," said the white-suited figure tugging his chain. "We have the results of your blood test. We understand now what you are. You will come with us." To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 04 The hospital at Oasis had a shower room which had been hastily converted into a decontamination area. Two shapely doctors in gas masks and skintight latex hazmat suits entered the shower room pushing Adam in front of them. He now wore a latex hazmat suit himself—tailored slightly differently from theirs, but just as form-fitting. The latex doctors had forced him to put on the suit before they'd brought him here. The gas mask was uncomfortable, designed to fit tightly against the latex hood that gripped his head. The suit had been somehow made from a single piece of latex with only a single opening for his face and a single zipper extending from the small of his back to just under his scrotum. The latex was tough, flexible, and mostly opaque except at key stretch points which made him reluctant to do any serious reaching or bending. Not that he had much choice. The doctors had handled him roughly on the journey back to the hospital. They had explained nothing to him except the urgency of his immediate quarantine. "I still don't understand," he complained. "What's this all about?" "We're decontaminating," said the doctor through her mask. "You should have told us Bitch Helga was experimenting on you." With their suits still on, the doctors in white latex lathered each other thoroughly, giving intimate attention to every curve and crevice of their bodysuits, making sure that each part of the suits were sanitized and free of faults. As he watched, Adam had to admire their attention to detail—and the tailor who had made the suits so functional yet so flattering. Then the doctors turned the same attention to him, unsatisfied that he could perform such a demanding task for himself. They were particularly concerned with the parts of his body that were likely to secrete moisture, inspecting those regions of his bodysuit carefully for punctures or tears which might put them at risk. They lathered. They rinsed. They repeated. They toweled off each other, then him. After a while, he suspected they were enjoying the activity, but through their masks, he couldn't tell. When they were dry, the women stripped to the nude in front of him. The women were even more beautiful when unclothed, although they looked a bit sweaty from the activity. They instructed him to leave his gas mask and suit on. They led him back to his hospital room and locked him inside. An orderly brought him lunch, but she instructed him not to remove his mask to eat it until after she had left room. Two hours passed with no explanation. Finally the orderly returned and asked him to accompany her. He asked if he could loosen the straps on his mask, only a little bit—but this only agitated her. He was led to the lounge where he found Highmother and one of his doctors sitting around a coffee table and talking about him. Highmother seemed a bit embarrassed. "Please accept our apologies for the way you've been treated. Especially for the way I treated you. We were forced to place you in quarantine until we could assess the severity of your condition." The doctor now wore a lab coat over a short leather minidress. Adam suspected she had been one of the latex doctors who had dragged Highmother away, but he hadn't seen their faces then, so he couldn't be certain. She stared at him angrily and pointed at the chair in which she intended him to sit. The moment he did, the doctor leveled an accusation at him. "How long have you known that you're irresistible to women?" Few men, if any, have ever been prepared for such a question. He stared back at her for several seconds before he realized she couldn't see his expression of disbelief through his mask. "Me?" "Don't be coy," said the doctor. "You are producing pheromones at thirty times the normal rate, and those pheromones are bonded to some kind of empathy-dampening agent that compels women to take advantage of you. You must have known this." It was alarming to hear this out loud, yet he wasn't surprised. It confirmed a theory he'd had for some time. "Eve said it was a side effect of being on the island." "That doesn't explain the physical changes," insisted the doctor. "There's something in your blood we can't identify that's rewriting your DNA—toning your muscles, enhancing your anatomy." Highmother added, "The island increases people's libido, but it's never caused the changes we've seen in you. To our knowledge, only Helga's 'boy toys' have ever had such symptoms." The doctor continued, "Women around you are not just aroused. Those with a prolonged exposure have their desire to dominate stimulated until they're incapable of mercy. Considering where we found you, I can't explain how you're still alive." At this point, Emily entered the room sleekly dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and a miniskirt. She carried a mass of papers which she dramatically plopped onto the table. "Here's the intel we have on the boy toy serum." When Emily realized who it was behind the mask and latex, she smiled and twirled her hair like a school girl. "Hello, Adam! Your hazmat suit flatters you!" "Don't encourage him," warned the doctor with disgust. "You're still afflicted." Emily pouted at the doctor before opening the file. "After the fiasco with her boy toys, Helga continued her experiments. As far as we know, everyone who took the serum . . ." She paused and looked at Adam. "Are you sure we want him to hear this?" "He has the right to know everything," insisted Highmother. She continued more cautiously. "Everyone who took the serum . . . died. Not from the serum. From abuse. At the hands of others. Most in kinky sex play engineered by Helga herself, suggesting that she's not immune to the influence of her own tests." "The boy toys?" asked Highmother. "They were the first, but not the last," said Emily. "She kept some of her victims isolated so that she couldn't be tempted to abuse them, but in her absence, they each went insane." "That proves my theory," said the doctor. "Adam is insane." "I think I want a second opinion," said Adam. "And I'm not a test subject." "Clearly, he is," insisted the doctor. "Nothing else can explain such changes in his anatomy. His cock is enormous." Emily giggled, but a glare from the doctor quickly silenced her. The glare turned toward Adam. "When did you first notice the physical change?" "Almost right away," admitted Adam. "Eve said it was nothing to worry about." "She would," said the doctor with disgust. "Are you sure Bitch Helga never injected you with anything while you were on the island?" "Not on the island, no." "According to the intel," added Emily, "Helga was also working on a topical solution." "How about it?" demanded the doctor. "Did she put any creams or lotions on you?" "Actually," said Adam with some reflection, "there was a lot of that. It was kind of a regular thing." "If he is a test subject, it might explain Helga's interest in him," said Emily. "She was trying to engineer a perfect slave, and she may regard Adam as her first successful test." "But he's not the perfect slave," said Highmother. "He resists being dominated, even by me." "That is puzzling," said the doctor. "Are we sure he's really a submissive?" Emily interrupted, "He enjoyed being dominated by me." "That means nothing," said Highmother, "if he's insane." "I just said that he was," insisted the doctor. "Why does no one listen?" "ENOUGH!" Everyone in the room was startled into silence. None of them had ever heard Adam shout before. Even he was surprised. In a much calmer voice, he continued. "In the last few months I've met the most dangerous women I've ever known and been humbled in ways I've never imagined." Adam paused to make sure they were listening. They were. "I've been cuffed, gagged, stripped, fondled, shipped, drugged, boxed, dangled and fucked, so I'm not the man I was. How could I be? But I'm not answering any more questions about how big my dick has been or how submissive I'm supposed to be. None of these questions are important. Not to me. Not anymore. All the women who want to control me are getting in the way of what I have to do." He waited for someone to challenge him. No one did. "I'm going to find Eve," he said. "Whether you help or not, I'm going to rescue my mistress." When no one responded, Adam was sure that he had said too much. "That's it!" said Emily in a flash of inspiration. The other two women looked at her uncomprehendingly. "I finally understand what makes Adam different from Helga's other test subjects," she said, "and why Adam stayed sane while the others went mad. We should have seen it before! The boy toys weren't in mutually caring relationships, so they could never satisfy their urges. They had no positive outlet for the impulses they were having. They weren't in love!" The doctor gave her a long skeptical stare. "Your theory, Agent Emily, is unscientific and stupid." "Adam has made his point, however," said Highmother. "The purpose of this meeting was to determine how best to deal with his condition. Do we continue to keep him in a containment suit?" "The influence of his pheromones will probably wear off with time," said the doctor, "but he's still a threat. He must continue to wear the suit and gas mask while in the presence of others, and he must only eat and bathe while alone." Adam did not like it, but he did not object. "Then it shall be so," said Highmother, rising. "We have much to do before this afternoon's mission briefing. Adam, I want you to work with Emily. Answer all of her questions about the Citadel. We will need maps that include every detail you can recall." "I'll help any way I can," said Adam. "We should expect the unexpected when we get to the island." Again, Highmother and Emily exchanged glances. "Adam," she said with some reluctance, "you have to understand, we can't allow you to go back to the island." "What? You can't leave me behind!" "Your determination is admirable, but you are too important to our cause. You've not had the proper training—or had time to recover from your ordeal with the Countess. There is also your condition to consider. I forbid you to go." Adam did not think he could change her mind but did not consider the matter closed. Instead he reluctantly agreed to Highmother's wish and resolved to pursue the matter later. The plan, as explained in brief by Emily, was for a covert team to infiltrate the island and shut down its automatic defense grid. It sounded plausible, but Emily was hesitant to explain the details, saying it would all be made clear at the mission briefing. After more than two hours of discussion about the minutia of Citadel layout and security, Adam and Emily produced a modest collection of notes, maps and diagrams. Emily digitized all of this information and disseminated it among the covert team members who had been training for the mission. Late that afternoon, they were summoned to a meeting to introduce Adam to the rest of the team. Adam and Emily walked to the meeting room, and on the way, Emily asked what seemed at first to be a rhetorical question. "Are you familiar with the work of Della Tiara?" Adam, like most people, knew her name well. It was a name that called to mind glamorous images from magazine covers and billboards all over the country. "The supermodel Della Tiara?" he asked, not understanding where the question was leading. "The woman the tabloids are calling the next Heidi Klum?" "Yeah, the spokeswoman for Glamour Girl Cosmetics and all those other products. It might interest you to know that she's one of the newest recruits to teach at the Academy's Domination School." "She's a glamour model and a dominatrix? That's not her image at all." "Yeah, well, she was spotted at some of the more exclusive fetish clubs in L.A. When the Academy got word of it, they started to recruit her aggressively." "Why does the Academy want to recruit someone so high-profile?" "They think she can help recruit others. They need more slaves, and someone like her has a lot of contacts. Imagine what kind of mail a supermodel gets. Hundreds of lonely guys write to her and will agree to do anything she asks if she'll just give them some attention. So she invites them out to the island, pretends to be interested, and gets them to sign a slave contract. When she has the signature, she signs the contract over to Mistress Kathy and collects a commission." "Holy shit. She's doing that?" "Not yet. Like I said, she's a recruit, and our intel says she starts her new job at the Academy this week." "That's pretty evil. But what does that have to do with us?" "We think she would be valuable to us as a double agent." Adam whistled out loud. "Is she on our side?" "We've attempted to recruit her into our Sisterhood (for a lot of the same reasons the Academy has), but she knows we're competing with the Academy for her loyalty, so she's been . . . Let's say demanding. Still, Highmother has agreed to meet her demands if she can come through for us, and we've been attempting to finalize our arrangement with her. Our plan for getting on the island unnoticed would depend on her cooperation, and that would involve some risk on her part." Emily led Adam into a building which seemed designed to impress visitors. There was a lobby where a young woman in a blazer told them they were expected. "The rest of the team is waiting to meet you," said Emily. "Don't be nervous." His skintight latex did not inspire self-confidence, but he tried to relax as Emily led him toward the meeting room. Adam asked, "Do you really think a celebrity like Della Tiara will take such a risk for us?" "We're about to find out," said Emily. "She's in the next room." Emily swung open the door beyond which Adam saw Highmother chatting with one of the most recognizable women on earth lounging comfortably on a loveseat. He was glad that his gas mask hid his surprise. Della Tiara was also surprised. "Is that him?" she asked. "Is this the miracle boy you've been telling me about? If he escaped the island dressed like that, I'm impressed!" "He wore less," said Highmother grinning. "He was entirely naked when they found him." "I'm sorry I missed that." She rose to her feet and offered her hand. "Della Tiara." "Adam," he said, shaking her hand. Feeling like an idiot, he added, "I'm familiar with your work." "Most men are," she said without a hint of irony. Her confidence would have been off putting if Adam hadn't been so awed by her celebrity status. "This is Agent Emily," continued Highmother. "She'll be working with you on the island." "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Tiara," said Emily. "Perky," said Della Tiara. "I like her." The supermodel's beauty was as impressive in person as it had been on billboards and television. She made herself comfortable on a stool at the wet bar where a drink had already been prepared for her. There were two other women in the room who were familiar to him. They were introduced as Agents Jamie and Jackie. Adam remembered Jamie from the helicopter, but he could not remember where he had met Jackie before. "Tell me about this dangerous plan of yours," said Della Tiara. Highmother tapped a button on a laptop which caused a map to appear on a wide screen. It was a map of the Citadel which Adam had sketched out only an hour or so earlier. This began a lengthy audio visual presentation which laid out the details of the island's security—details which Adam already knew. "The foundation of our plan is this," explained Highmother. "We propose that when you report to your new duties at the Academy, Ms. Tiara, you will bring your own personal slave with you. There is some precedent for this, is there not?" "It's been known," said the model. "That slave will be one of our own people—Agent Emily. Once you're inside the Citadel, you can give her access to one of Mistress Helga's computers. She will download a program which will disable the island's automated defense system, allowing our invasion force to storm the Citadel from the beach." "You said that the Academy is already familiar with your agents," recalled Della Tiara. "Isn't that why you need my help? Your spy will be recognized." "No, she won't—because Emily will be a latex slave. We have devised a slave contract for you which explicitly states that she must wear a mask and a rubber suit at all times and that only you, her mistress, will be allowed to see her face. Such an arrangement is unusual, but not unreasonable among extreme fetishists such as yourself. No one will recognize Emily because, by contractual obligation to you, she'll be masked." "Plausible," said Della Tiara. "But she'll have to be convincing. Is she willing to perform the functions of my personal slave? I won't make it pleasant for her." "She has proven herself to be extremely pliable—and effective—in a variety of roles," assured Highmother. "I see," said the model. As if looking for defects, she looked at Agent Emily's athletic figure judiciously. She gently tugged the hem of the blonde's turtleneck and asked, "Would you mind?" "Not at all," said Emily. The blonde pulled off her sweater and dropped her miniskirt. Attired only in boots and a thong, she posed for the supermodel with a confidence that almost matched the model's own. "Not to put too fine a point on this, but I want to be perfectly clear," said the model, looking her over. "Once on the island, I will abuse her. I will humiliate her and take advantage of her in ways she won't be expecting. If I don't, the Academy will be suspicious. Is that going to be a problem for her?" Agent Emily stepped forward and put an arm on Della Tiara's shoulder. "Would you like me to demonstrate?" She placed a thumb inside the lining of her thong as if waiting for the model's next instruction. The supermodel smiled as she considered the offer. "Perky and committed. I knew I liked her." Adam's latex ached. Gently, the supermodel pushed Emily away. "No need to demonstrate. Not just yet." "We've taken every precaution for your safety, Ms. Tiara," said Highmother. "If your cover story is exposed or something else goes wrong, just activate the emergency transmitter we've given you, and we'll have an extraction team meet you at the rendezvous point to bring you to safety." "But if we fail," noted Della Tiara, "your extraction team won't be able to get through the automatic defense thingy around the island." "We've acquired one craft—only one—with the necessary recognition software to penetrate the perimeter," said Highmother. She touched a key on her keyboard, and the image of a small, fast boat appeared on the screen. "By itself, it's not adequate for an invasion force, but it's more than enough for a rescue team." "That's the boat Eve and I used to escape the island!" said Adam. "I sold that on Craig's List!" "You sold it to me," said Agent Jackie, and Adam suddenly realized where they had met before. "When we saw your ad, we knew we had to act quickly before the Academy reclaimed its boat." "One more thing for which we are in your debt, Adam," said Highmother. "In time, we may be able to duplicate the boat's recognition software, but that would take valuable time. With Ms. Tiara's help, we can act without delay." Now that the details of the invasion plan had been fully laid out, everyone looked at Della Tiara to see if she would agree. Much depended on what she would say next. "By your own admission," she said, retrieving her drink from the bar, "this plan is dangerous." "Nothing worthwhile is without risk," said Highmother. Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 04 The photogenic woman studied everyone in the room as she considered. "I have just one more thought," she said at last. "As you can imagine, the paparazzi are always getting all into my personal life. Photographs of me with all my boyfriends have appeared in the tabloids, so by now, I'm pretty well established in the press as a heterosexual. If I suddenly show up with a female sex slave—as appealing as she is—Mistress Kathy will suspect and ask questions." "I see," said Highmother. "Agent Emily, can one of our male operatives be trained in time for this mission?" Della Tiara interrupted. "I don't want just any man. I want him." She pointed at Adam, the only man in the room. "He's not trained!" Emily protested. "You don't even know him!" "As you say, I don't know him. I don't know if he can be trusted, or if the information he's providing is reliable. If I'm going to take such risks, I want him at my side taking those risks with me. That's the only way I'll trust him." She smiled, sipped her drink, and savored it. "Otherwise I'll walk out of here, and you can find another supermodel to be your double agent." "We can't let him," said Emily. "I forbid it!" said Highmother. "I'll do it," said Adam through his mask. "I'm already wearing my disguise." Emily turned to Adam and spoke in hushed tones. "You've been through so much. You heard what she said. She'll do things to you. Humiliating things." "It's the only way," said Adam. The room was suddenly quiet. Della Tiara swirled the drink in her glass. "It appears we must agree to Ms. Tiara's demand," said Highmother. "When she goes to the island tomorrow morning, Adam will accompany her—as her slave." To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 05 A private yacht was moored at a private dock on a private beach at the westward end of a very private estate. Nearby an expensive car reached the end of the private road and pulled into a lot facing the dock. A rear door opened, and one of the world's most recognizable women stepped out to have a look. Della Tiara swept back her perfect curls, revealing smooth shoulders adorned only with the string that supported her designer sundress. "Get my things," she said, adjusting her sunglasses. "Don't make it look like I have to wait for you. Remember you're my slave." Adam stepped out of the air-conditioned car and immediately noticed how warm it was. He was wearing a modified version of the "hazmat suit" he had worn at Oasis, but this form-fitting latex suit was a shiny black color and had been decorated with buckles and metal rings in strategic locations to make restraining him more convenient for his mistress. The suit had been specifically redesigned for discipline, not comfort, and made no allowance for summer heat. Despite the temperature, the suit felt more comfortable than the one he'd worn the day before. Am I getting used to the latex suits? he wondered. Or is my DNA just rewriting itself to adapt to the new situation? There was a lot he didn't understand about the changes happening inside him. It seemed that his skin was creating a natural lubricant to make the latex feel more like a part of his body. He had never fantasized about wearing latex before, but now it seemed he was being reprogrammed to like it. One more thing I can't control, he thought. Add it to the list. "Do you always travel with this much stuff?" Adam asked as he opened the trunk and pulled out the collapsible cart he needed to convey her luggage. "Some of it's yours," she said. "I packed some latex goodies for you. And a toothbrush, I think." "And the transmitter?" "Don't worry. If you give us away, I'll be ready to summon Emily and her extraction team at a moment's notice." By now, Della Tiara's arrogance had chipped away most of the star appeal that had so impressed Adam the day before. He stacked her luggage onto the cart and followed her onto the dock. "They're watching us," said Della Tiara. "It just occurred to me that I'm supposed to be your mistress and I haven't even seen you naked. When I get the chance, I should correct that—to make our performance more authentic." "Don't," warned Adam. "Remember my condition. No disrobing and no touching. Doctor's orders." "Fine," she said, placing her hand on his ass. "I'll settle for shameless groping." As Adam pushed the heavily laden cart toward the gangplank, female voices and festive music could be heard from the ship. Standing in the gangway, Mistress Kathy, attired in a casual cotton sundress, smiled imperiously down at them. "Welcome aboard the Lady Charon," she said warmly. "I would have sent someone down to get your bags, but it's far more appropriate to have your personal slave do it. Our rented slaves have to be fully restrained while in transit, and our personal slaves aren't allowed to leave the island with us. You understand why." "Of course," said Della Tiara. "And my slave understands that his trip will be one-way." "He's very fit, from what I can see of him. What's his name?" "I've been calling him Rubberboy, so that's his name from now on. He's not allowed to speak—or show his face—to anyone but me." "You have his slave contract with you?" "Of course! I know how you are about contracts." "Then we're off to a good start. I'll show you to your cabin." As Adam crossed the threshold and stepped aboard the Lady Charon, he saw posted on a cabin door a yellow caution sign featuring a pair of stick-figure icons. It looked perfectly ordinary until he saw it up close: Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 06 After Della Tiara had awoken in her comfortable bed in her private cabin, showered, eaten, and discussed the day's itinerary with Mistress Kathy, she went above deck to untie Adam. She granted him the privilege of a shower. He used part of that time to soak his latex suit in an effort to remove his pheromonal scent. Then he put on the new outfit that Della Tiara had picked out for him. It was identical to the form-fitting latex discipline suit he had just packed away in its airtight bag, except this one was a bright garish purple. The Lady Charon arrived in the harbor of Academy Island around noon where a second yacht of comparable size was already moored. As Adam wrestled Della Tiara's luggage onto a cart for transport, the supermodel gazed out upon the island. She looked as vibrant and refreshed as a supermodel should. Adam, on the other hand, would have looked exhausted had his face not been hidden by his mask. "We're almost ready to disembark," said Della Tiara as she inspected the loaded luggage cart. "The suitcases are all there," assured Adam. "The luggage is ready. You're not." She smiled as she presented his leash. "All slaves must be appropriately restrained while in the common areas. Or did you forget?" Within minutes, Adam's bright outfit had been augmented with a leash, and his arms had been fastened together behind his back using straps and metal rings that were part of the outfit. Plastic tape was wrapped around his joined hands to make certain he could not move his fingers or wrists. The other end of Adam's leash was fastened to the cart so that he couldn't wander away from the rest of Della Tiara's possessions. By this time, Mistress Kathy had assembled an entourage of young dommes to assist the supermodel. As they disembarked, one of the dommes pulled the luggage cart, forcing Adam to walk behind it like a mule tethered to a wagon. Adam hoped that they would be going to their living quarters right away. This would bring them inside the Citadel where Adam knew he and his mistress could find a computer he could use to download the virus and disable the island's defense grid. The sooner his charade ended, the better. This would not happen right away, however. Mistress Kathy had planned a full itinerary to introduce the Academy's new celebrity to its faculty, staff and students. Checking into their living quarters wasn't scheduled until late in the day. Della Tiara's first stop was the gift shop. Adam had been here once before with Monica, when he had first visited the island. It had seemed a happier place then, when he had thought his visit would be a bit of harmless naughty fun. Now it just seemed ironic that hell should have a gift shop. Adam waited at the door while Della Tiara bought a hat and some postcards. She cheerfully signed an autograph for the dominatrix who managed the store and gave a friendly grope to the hooded man-slave who assisted her with the merchandise. As Adam waited, he noticed others arriving on a third yacht. Most of these passengers were wearing sandals and t-shirts—clothes which now seemed strangely out of place in this environment. New students for the Academy, he realized. More are arriving even now. He stared at the first couple to disembark. They seemed innocent enough, not unlike he and Monica had been. "Do you still want to do this?" he overheard the man saying. "I trust you, Master." The stylishly dressed girlfriend giggled when she said it—as if it were the first time she had addressed her boyfriend this way. "I'm not going to back out now." They approached the gift shop where the man stopped and pointed. "Look, it's Della Tiara! I didn't know she'd be here." They walked within feet of Adam as they entered the gift shop. While the boyfriend was focused on the celebrity, his pretty girlfriend was momentarily transfixed on Adam's mask, his costume, and his humiliating helplessness in this public place. Her face betrayed a moment of doubt—not sure if signing up to be a slave would be as much fun as she had believed. I should warn her. This thought came too late. She quickly returned to her boyfriend's side and was again lost in the moment. Soon Della Tiara's entourage was on the move again, and Adam was forced to follow like an animal at the fair. The next stop was the ballroom where a crowd of students and staff were gathered to welcome the celebrity and to hear her speak. She had prepared no remarks, but took to the stage anyway, graciously answering questions and accepting gushing praise. Adam stood in the back of the room "guarding" the luggage cart to which he was tethered. He was neither allowed to sit nor to have his arms freed, and he was unclear on how he was supposed to protect anything on the cart if someone should try to steal it. Ultimately it didn't matter, however, as all eyes were focused on the woman speaking. After she had signed more autographs and posed for more pictures, the event concluded, and the crowd started to disperse. Accompanied by a staff domme, Della Tiara and Adam continued to the Dean's office where the supermodel was to meet with Mistress Kathy for an orientation. Outside Kathy's office, the last member of the entourage departed, leaving Adam and Della Tiara alone together in a waiting room where a wide assortment of bondage implements hung on the wall. The room was familiar to him. It was where he had first met Helga. The terror of that day came rushing back at him. The model picked up a magazine and started to read. "Where's Eve?" he asked, annoyed by Della Tiara's lack of urgency. "Is she still on the boat? Is she in that box?" "How should I know?" answered Mistress Della. "Be quiet. The door's opening." Mistress Kathy appeared in the doorway, roughly pushing a mostly naked girl into the waiting area. The slave literally fell onto the bench where Kathy told her to wait. The girl was on the verge of tears as Kathy chained her to the wall. With a shock, Adam realized it was the stylishly dressed girl he had seen earlier at the gift shop, only now she wore cuffs, a collar, and a slutty swimsuit made mostly of string. "Why are you doing this?" cried the girl. "I didn't agree to this!" Mistress Kathy acknowledged Adam's mistress, ignoring the slave's cries. "I'll be with you shortly, Ms. Tiara. I'm discussing a contract with a new student, but this noisy thing keeps distracting him. Keep an eye on her, would you? If she gives you any trouble, feel free to use any of our toys to discipline her." She gestured toward the wall of restraint devices that dominated the room. "It'll be a pleasure," said the supermodel. "She's a cutie." Kathy closed the door to continue the negotiation with the girl's master. Della Tiara casually returned to her magazine, but stole occasional glances at the quivering slave. The chained girl was unable to use her hands, so she lifted her knees to cover her breasts for fear that her top might fall off. She looked at Adam and remembered him. "I don't understand what's happening," she moaned. "Do they treat all the students this way?" Della Tiara answered for him. "He won't talk to you, cutie." She turned another page in her magazine. "He knows his place." Until then, Adam hadn't realized just how much he hated Della Tiara. They waited. Adam tried to ignore the girl's quiet whimpering. Twenty minutes later, a dominatrix arrived accompanying a leashed, cuffed woman dressed in a shamefully sheer negligee. The mistress tethered the staff slave to the wall before knocking on Mistress Kathy's door. Kathy emerged from her office to have a discreet conversation with the domme without the student in her office overhearing. "I'm almost done negotiating with her master," said Kathy. "Gag his slave for me, then bring her inside. Blindfold her so her master doesn't see she's been crying." "Yes, Mistress Kathy." Kathy slipped back inside her office and closed the door. The new student started to protest loudly when she saw what the dominatrix intended with the gag but was quickly silenced when it was stuffed into her mouth and the blindfold was applied over her eyes. Only when these items were tightly secured did the domme lead the slave student back into the office to learn what Kathy and her master had decided concerning her fate. When the door was closed, Adam looked again at the negligee-clad house slave in the corner. He tried to make some kind of non-verbal contact with her, but it was useless as long as he wore his mask. She made eye contact with him only once and immediately looked away as if she had broken a rule. The door reopened and the domination student stepped out, having just signed the final contract for his sub's training. "Have fun at slave school, honey," he chided, indifferent to the muffled protests of his girlfriend. Violent thoughts were unfamiliar to Adam, so he was surprised by how much he wanted to hurt this man. Mistress Kathy introduced the male student to the negligee slave in the corner. "Master Stephen, this is your training slave. Slave, smile for your master." With some effort, the slave returned a nervous smile. Master Stephen eyed the staff slave with unwholesome intent. "Your new slave will show you to your suite, Master Stephen," said Kathy. "There you can unpack and get ready for your shopping trip. I think you'll find that we have the best B&D shops in the world." The negligee slave meekly left the room with the domination student. Mistress Kathy turned her attention to Della Tiara, but Adam glanced back toward the office where the door was still ajar. Through it, he saw the staff mistress was already taking advantage of the new girl. The domme was licking the blindfolded student's neck and groping her ass with greedy hands, ignoring the struggling girl's protests. "Looks like our trainer's found one she wants to keep," said Kathy. "The girl's background makes her a good candidate. No close relatives." "Do you keep many?" asked Della Tiara. "We always need more, and that's why you're here. I'll start by showing you the classrooms. They're this way." "Cool," said Della Tiara. "Rubberboy, stay here and watch my luggage." "No, bring him along," said Mistress Kathy. "He'll be assisting you with your lessons, so this orientation is for him, too. In fact, some of it will be especially for him." Mistress Kathy reattached Adam's tether to his bound wrists and indicated that he was now to tow the luggage cart instead of following it. She led Della Tiara down a long corridor, and Adam trudged obediently behind them with the cart. After negotiating a series of ramps leading between buildings, they found themselves in the domination school, the place Monica and other domination students went to be educated. Adam had wondered about these rooms but had never seen them. Unlike the rooms in the slave school which were mostly unfurnished, the rooms they now passed had desks and chalkboards like real classrooms, although some of them had specialized hardware for demonstrations. Mistress Kathy stopped outside a locked door. The rhythmic sound of running footsteps could be heard from the other side as if someone were running on a treadmill. "We've left the common area," explained Mistress Kathy, "so you may loosen your slave's restraints if you choose." "You've earned a little mobility, my stoic Rubberboy," said the model graciously. She unbuckled his arms but reattached the tether to his collar so she could use it as a leash. "As I explained to you earlier, Ms. Tiara, our techniques are far more advanced than mere bondage 'play.' Here, our power is absolute, and our techniques reflect that. I encourage our dominatrices to use their imaginations, and to share ideas with each other. In that spirit, I'm going to show you how I'm handling a particularly difficult case in the hope that you'll come to understand what I mean by discipline." She unlocked the door and led them inside. "Mind you, this is an extreme discipline case. I'm showing you a method we don't teach to our students. It would frighten off our regulars." This was a classroom like the others except for a demonstration area along the side of the room where a rapidly churning treadmill forced a nearly naked pony girl to run as fast as she could in high-heeled boots. Her arms were securely fastened behind her back so she would be unable to catch herself if she fell. The nearly exhausted girl was alone in the room, and the treadmill was set to automatic. Her steel collar was cruelly chained to the ceiling with little slack. It was immediately apparent to Adam that a single misstep would snap her neck. It was Eve. Adam lurched toward the treadmill, but Della Tiara pulled back on his leash so violently he nearly fell backward. "He tripped," said Mistress Della without emotion. Kathy accepted this explanation without comment. "The Pony's been running unattended now for about an hour," she said. "It may have been more. My other duties have had me a little busy." "Really?" said Della Tiara. "Aren't you afraid she'll break her neck?" "No," said Kathy. "I'm not. What this slave has done warrants her death. She is well aware of that, and well aware that every step she takes without twisting her ankle is another moment of life she doesn't deserve." Kathy approached the desk at the front of the classroom, sat on it, and crossed her smooth legs. "I don't know if she appreciates the depth of the mercy I'm showing her," she added, "but if she survives, I will make her appreciate any damn thing I please." Adam had never witnessed such appalling ruthlessness from Kathy before. Now he realized that it had always been part of her nature, shaping her actions from the very start. "This will be instructive for all of us," continued Mistress Kathy. "Ms. Tiara, please instruct your Rubberboy to turn off the treadmill. I want to have the Pony's full attention for what happens next." "Rubberboy, do as she says," commanded Della Tiara. Trying not to betray the panic he felt, he approached the treadmill and turned it off. It ground to a halt, and Eve stopped running, taking deep heaving breaths through her bit gag as she attempted to steady herself on her wobbling feet. "Ms. Tiara," continued Kathy. "Would you consider your slave to be loyal?" "Of course," said Della Tiara. Adam scanned the room, noticing a full complement of bondage implements hanging on the wall. His eyes settled on a three-foot-long spreader bar hanging on a hook. His head filled with unfamiliar thoughts. "You realize, I'm not questioning your loyalty," added Kathy. "I feel like I know you after our many talks together. Your slave, however, is new to me. As far as I know, his loyalty has never been put to the test." It would take two seconds to grab that spreader bar and bring it down on Kathy's head. "What are you suggesting?" asked Della Tiara with interest. Maybe three. "Only a very simple demonstration," replied Kathy. "The treadmill has been set for half-speed—a trot, relatively speaking. I want your Rubberboy to turn the treadmill to full-speed. I think the Pony is ready for a gallop, and more importantly, I want him to make her do it." Wobbling fearfully in her high-heeled boots, the exhausted pony staggered backward as far as her short chain would allow. Della Tiara smiled wickedly, considering Kathy's demand. But how will Della react? It'll take time to get Eve out of those chains, and that'll be difficult if Della's screaming—or worse—resisting. Can I be sure whose side she's on anymore? "Knock, knock," said Mistress Helga, poking her head unexpectedly through the door. "Am I interrupting something? I wanted to tell you that we found those things you were looking for." "Actually, you've interrupted my fascinating social experiment," said Mistress Kathy. "Rubberboy here was about to try something terribly heroic, and I was going to try out my new toy on him." She reached behind her desk and pulled out a compact tranquilizer rifle. "Perfect for penetrating latex suits and rendering insolent slaves helpless." Adam was stunned. His cover was blown. But how? "But the moment has passed," continued Kathy, "so you might as well bring them in." Helga nodded and entered the room with Mistress Monica. Shockingly, both Helga and Monica were armed with swords. Also armed were three members of the elite honor guard, each leading a prisoner by a leash. The prisoners were naked, cuffed and shackled. Adam immediately recognized Agents Emily, Jamie and Jackie of the Sisterhood's extraction team. Emily was the only one of the three without a gag in her mouth. "Did they give you any trouble?" asked Mistress Kathy. "No, they were right where Ms. Tiara said they'd be," complemented Helga. She pulled a small device out of her belt and tossed it to the supermodel. "Thanks for your cooperation." "You're welcome," said the model, placing the emergency transmitter back into her pocket. She turned to Adam condescendingly. "Don't look at me like that. It's business. Their offer was just better." Kathy relished the moment as she stood and brandished her tranquilizer gun. The only thing she was missing was the expression on Adam's face—still hidden by his mask. "The Pony hasn't been properly introduced to the hero in rubber. Monica, would you please?" Monica delighted in tearing Adam's mask from his face. Eve was horrified to see her only hope of rescue exposed and humiliated in front of her. Emily looked sorrowfully at them. "It's not your fault, Adam. Della played us from the start." "The funny thing is," said Della Tiara, "I think he knew. It just didn't make any difference. He had to come, even if there was no chance at all. He must really be in love, the idiot." "Don't get all gushy, Ms. Tiara," said Kathy. "It's unseemly. Monica, please restrain the Rubberboy. I'm sure he won't give you any trouble now." "Not now that we have all of his girlfriends as hostages," said Monica sweetly as she pulled Adam's arms back and locked his wrists together. "What's going to happen to us?" asked Emily. Her voice quavered with fear for the first time in Adam's memory. "You're going to the stables, of course!" said Helga gleefully. "It's the fate of all mistresses who defy us, and I for one, can't wait to see you pulling my cart!" Helga turned to the chief guard. "Take them away!" "Belay that order," said Kathy tersely. Helga gave Kathy a glance that would have frozen a summer day in hell. "I've tolerated your indiscretions in the past, Helga, but no more. If you had any sense at all, you'd realize these spies are too dangerous to be left in the stables. Eventually they would escape and undo all of our plans." Helga was livid. No one had ever contradicted her in front of her slaves. Kathy addressed the chief guard directly. "Chain these three together and drop them in the harbor," she ordered. "Better yet, take them to the edge of our defense perimeter and throw them into the ocean. If their friends in the Sisterhood are watching from a distance—as I'm sure they are—they'll see what happens to those who oppose us." "Yes, Mistress," said the guard. The three naked spies were dragged unceremoniously from the room. "These two," Kathy said, referring to Adam and Eve, "do not concern me. They're yours now, Helga. Do what you want with them. Ms. Tiara and I have other things to discuss now." Kathy abruptly left the room, and Della Tiara followed. "Pencil-sucking whore," muttered Helga under her breath. "Look at the bright side," said Adam, swallowing his rage. "You're not us." Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 06 "Are you trying to cheer me up?" "Just making the best of a bad situation. You wanted us at your mercy. Here we are. What now?" "Now?" Helga asked, redirecting her anger. "Now begins a very miserable chapter in your sad lives, and I can't wait to get it started!" She paused in mid-thought and directed a smile at Monica. "But first, I have to keep my promise. Your original mistress has reminded me that she never had a chance to say goodbye to you properly the first time. My fault, I suppose, but I will make it up to her. She has an awful lot she wants to explain to you, and she's had an awful lot of time to think about the tools she'll use to use to explain it." Monica grinned impishly as she tore open the front of Adam's discipline suit and slid her arms around Adam's flesh. "What do you say, Adam? One last pity fuck? For me? Not that I have any pity left." "Don't leave marks," warned Helga. "That's my job. And do it in one of our discipline suites. They're screamproof." "Exactly what I had in mind," purred Monica. "Adam, we have so much catching up to do!" "While you're doing that, I'll put the Pony back in her box—for now," said Helga. She crossed the room to undo the chain that attached Eve's leash to the ceiling. "She's going to be terribly busy making up for all the trouble she's caused me. I'll to have to start her training from scratch with stricter discipline than before. She'll thank me for it. Thanking me will be part of her training." Adam felt rage like he never had before. He swallowed it. All of it. With his arms bound, this wasn't the time. "Helga," he interrupted. "I understand why you're angry with me. I'm the one who plotted against you. I'm the one who pushed you into a cage. I'm the one who brought the Sisterhood here to the island. That was all me. Eve, on the other hand, just wanted to be free." Eve realized what Adam was trying to do and tried to stop him, desperately shaking her head and shouting through her bit. "The way I see it, you don't really have any quarrel with her," Adam continued. "So whatever you were planning to do to her, you can do to me instead." Eve just stared at him with tear-filled eyes that begged him to stop. Helga frowned at Adam with disgust. "How disappointing! That wench has you under her spell, doesn't she?" "Don't say that about her," insisted Adam. "She's never done anything to you." "How dare you?" asked Helga in disbelief. "You have the nerve to say that about her?" Suddenly, Helga's expression changed as if an unexpected thought had struck her like a thunderbolt. In a stunned whisper, she uttered, "She never told you." She gasped at Adam in disbelief, as if the answer to a long-held mystery had now become clear to her. "She never told you!" Helga suddenly laughed as she stepped up onto the treadmill and stood behind Eve. She played with Eve's hair and fondled Eve's breasts because she could. Eve shrank from every touch, struggling to escape the bonds that held her in place. "Poor Eve!" moaned Helga. "Poor suffering Eve! Isn't Eve a pretty name? Adam and Eve! It's so perfect!" She hugged Eve tightly from behind. "And so terribly convenient!" Adam saw that Eve no longer looked him in the eyes. She stared at the floor as hope seemed to abandon her. She broke into open sobs. "Of course, before she was Eve, she was my Pony," the madwoman continued. "And before she was my Pony—" Helga stood behind her unwilling slave and licked her face appreciatively. "—she was Darlene." Adam remembered the name of Darlene Carmichael, the school girl who had introduced Sister Helga to the concept of domination so many years ago . . . . . . who had written a letter to invite her to the island . . . . . . who had been the first to disappear after daring to oppose her evil plans. "What did she do to me?" Helga shrieked with unmitigated hate. "Before she tried to destroy me, SHE FUCKING MADE ME!!" To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 07 At the center of Academy Island, there was a mountain. From its top, if it was a clear day, you could see both the north campus (where the domination school sat next to the harbor) and the south campus (where the slave compound was fortified by barbed wire). You could probably even see the Citadel on the west coast where the island's permanent residents lived behind ancient walls and played games too wicked for any visitor to see. On this particular morning, however, as the sun rose, causing the mountain to cast its long shadow to the west, the lower parts of the island were shrouded in fog, so when Adam looked down from the road that hugged the mountainside, all he could see were clouds. Many things were going through his mind at that moment, but two thoughts were the most immediate. One was how beautiful the island looked from a distance, and the other was how much his feet hurt. The sulky he was forced to pull to the mountaintop seemed to be getting heavier, but he knew that, in fact, he was getting weaker. Pulling a sulky, he had believed, was a task reserved only for former mistresses, but in this case, it seemed he was an exception. He was naked except for his collar, his handcuffs, and his sandals, and he suspected that Mistress Helga (the sulky's driver and only occupant) had allowed him sandals only so that she could guarantee his obedience by threatening to take them away. He understood this without having to be told, so he spoke not one word of complaint. He did, however, ask where they were going. He had been told, "The Grand Hall," a name which meant nothing to him. She might as well have said up. ". . . and that's how your slut of a girlfriend planned to destroy me," said Helga, continuing the story she had begun the night before. "Now I ask you—knowing me as well as you do—how can I possibly forgive that?" Adam said nothing. He had heard this story before from Highmother, but the realization that he personally knew two of the key players in Helga's strange tale gave it an eerie new context. Helga removed the sunglasses that matched her latex suit. In the shadow of the mountain, she no longer needed them to appreciate the muscles in his flexing ass as he labored up the mountain. "You're being very quiet this morning," she observed. "If I had wanted you silent, I would have gagged you. Monica must have left quite an impression on you last night during her exertions. It might entertain me to hear you describe how she tormented you." I'll speak on my own terms, bitch, he thought. "Be that way then. I asked Monica to meet us later at the Grand Hall. I'll get all the yummy details from her." They turned a corner and saw a motorcycle parked on an asphalt lot nestled in a gap between two summits. A path led from the lot to an opening in the rock guarded by a fierce-looking woman wearing the familiar armor of the Academy's honor guard. Helga ordered Adam to pull the sulky through the opening and into the tunnel beyond. The guard snapped to attention upon seeing Mistress Helga and allowed them to pass. Adam continued down the tunnel until it became so dark, he could no longer be certain of his footing. Helga finally ordered him to stop, stepped out of the sulky, and found an electrical switch on the tunnel wall. A vast chamber appeared in front of them illuminated in multi-colored lights. The floor of the cavern had been leveled and polished, but the rest of the space was a blend of natural cave formations and majestic manmade columns. Interspersed with the columns were statues of powerful women in Grecian attire standing upon pedestals. Adam guessed that these might have represented the original founders of the Academy. On the far end of the chamber, curved stairs led upward toward a dais which dominated the room. The back of the dais joined with the natural cave wall, but this wall had been chiseled flat, and bas-relief sculptures depicting the history of the Academy were carved into its surface. In the center of the artwork was an ancient wooden door. In front of the door was a stone table (like an altar) rigged with steel shackles that he hoped were not intended for him. Above the table, a single chain hung from the ceiling. After unhooking Adam from the sulky, Helga led him by his leash toward the stairs. "The Grand Hall," proclaimed Helga. "It looks almost like a church," said Adam. "It was a kind of church once. The Sisterhood was sentimental in their pious way, but we've improved upon things since we forced them out. Now the hall serves as a throne room, a symbol of our power, and a venue for our official state functions." She led him up the stairs toward the stone table. "How come I've never heard of this place?" "Because slaves aren't invited to state functions." "How come I'm here now?" "Because you're exceptional! And before I pass my righteous judgment upon you, I want to show you the Secret of Our Power." She led him past the table toward the wooden door. "It isn't all flowers, you know." She swung the door open to reveal another tunnel. This one appeared to be an unaltered wild cave except for the crude electric lights strung along its length. Unable to use his own hands for balance, Adam had to take care not to trip over the uneven floor. Eventually, one of the tunnel walls disappeared, and Adam realized with a start that the path they stood upon was on the edge of a great chasm, the bottom of which was lost in darkness. A steel footbridge spanned the chasm toward the other side which was just as dark as the abyss below. With no guard rail, and with his arms cuffed behind him, he couldn't forget that his death was only a single misstep away. He was nearly paralyzed with fear. "I know you're afraid of heights, so I wouldn't look down," said Helga. "Just look across." She threw another wall switch, and the area across the chasm was flooded in light. A massive chamber appeared which was filled with rows upon rows of filing cabinets stacked on shelves higher than any human could reach. The filing cabinets extended farther into the mountain's interior than his eye could see. There were thousands of drawers and potentially hundreds of thousands of files. A complex set of sliding ladders and catwalks had been designed to provide access to any file in the chamber. "Information," said Helga, "is power. Here is where we keep the details of the sexual habits, fetishes, and fantasies of everyone ever to use our services for the last two hundred years. Among them are the secrets of some of today's most powerful leaders and policy makers." She became visibly aroused. She ran a hand through her long red hair while her other hand slid across her torso. The implications of these files slowly settled into Adam's brain. "With all these secrets," he said at last, "you could control the world." Helga's smile betrayed a different kind of perversion. "What makes you think we don't?" Much that had seemed strange about the world now made sense to Adam. "Imagine how many leaders could be compromised if these files became public," she continued. "The old regime promised to keep them safe, and there's no place safer than in the heart of this dormant volcano. Of course, we don't make such promises anymore. These old files are being digitized to make them more fluid in the event we need them." The thought made her quiver. She grabbed his cock and pulled him closer. Even now, her touch made him respond in the way that she desired. "Our clients know full well we have these secrets," she whispered, "and yet the demand for our services continues to grow. Isn't that strange?" It wasn't. Not to Adam. "Why are you telling me this?" he gasped. "Because you're about to become harmless." She released her grip and swatted his ass. "Let's go back to the Grand Hall. This is your big moment." When they returned to the main cavern, Mistress Monica was trudging up the circular stairs toward the top of the dais, dragging an upright dolly laden with a heavy box. The label on the box said PONY. Each time the wheels of the dolly bumped over a step, the captive in the box let out a muffled sound of distress. The passenger had to have been in a tight fetal position to fit inside the box, and based on the sounds coming from within, her mouth had been tightly packed and gagged. Monica was amused by the sounds. "Good, you're here," said Helga. "I was afraid I'd have to wait." "She didn't want to get in the box for some reason," said Monica, "but I know ways to take the fight out of her." Upon clearing the topmost stair, Monica abruptly tipped the dolly onto the dais, dumping the box roughly onto its side, prompting its occupant to scream in ineffectual protest. "Oopsie," said Monica. Adam's heart pounded with the need to rescue his mistress, but his hands were still bound, and Monica still carried her sword. Monica lifted the box back to its upright position. "Shut up, whiner!" she snapped, kicking the box. "Is this why you brought me here?" asked Adam. "To make me witness Eve's torment?" "Not at all," explained Helga. "That's something Mistress Kathy would do, but I've have a better idea." She gave Adam an unexpected hug. Looking in his eyes, she whispered, "The Pony's here to witness your torment." In dramatic fashion, Helga leapt onto the stone table. "I hope you appreciate what I'm doing to spruce up this place. Under the old regime, the Grand Hall was so dour—a mere place of worship. I've been redecorating, replacing all the icons of spirituality with icons of power, because that's what this place is to be. A monument to our unquestioned and unlimited authority!" Helga grabbed the chain which dangled from the ceiling and swung from it in sheer delight. Laughing, she flew over their heads, soaring through the space of the Grand Hall like a mad monkey on a vine. "Of course, it's not finished yet!" she squealed. "There's one detail missing! One thing which will make the aesthetics of the Grand Hall complete!" She swung back to her perch on the stone table and glared at Adam. "A chandelier." She winked at Monica. Monica reached under the stone table and rolled out a small cart with a cloth draped over it. "Tell me, Adam," asked Helga. "Have you ever seen a bone saw up close?" Monica pulled the cloth away, revealing a macabre arsenal of surgical tools. The most prominent was a battery powered device with a serrated blade which Monica presented as Vanna White would present a vowel. "Isn't this exciting?" continued Helga, as she jumped down from the table. "You're about to become decorative! Now we're going to let the poor Pony out of her box—just as soon as you hop onto the table and we chain your arms and legs down. This will go so much easier once you're properly immobile." Monica perversely patted the surface of the stone table, inviting Adam to comply. He stepped back. "Oh, dear, he's going to be difficult, isn't he?" Helga strolled to where the box marked PONY was perched on the edge of the dais. She put one booted foot on top of the box, ready to give it a nudge down the stairs. "How unfortunate for the Pony that he's not cooperating! I'm afraid this will hurt!" The woman in the box screamed in horror, her cries muted by stuffing. Adam complied with Helga's demand, climbing onto the stone table voluntarily. Monica picked up the first shackle to secure his ankles. There was a sudden unexpected sound—a low concussive rumble that originated far away from the mountain. Helga looked at Monica quizzically. "What was that?" asked Helga. "How should I know?" answered Monica. They stared at each other. This was not part of Helga's plan. "Not that I'm in a position to know," said Adam, "but it sounded like an explosion at the Citadel." The Grand Hall, like most other venues at the Academy, had been equipped with a public address system. Adam hadn't noticed the speakers until they came suddenly to life. "ATTENTION! THIS IS AN ACADEMY-WIDE EMERGENCY ANNOUNCEMENT! ALL GUARDS ARE TO REPORT TO THE CITADEL IMMEDIATELY! THE ISLAND'S DEFENSES HAVE BEEN COMPROMISED! THE CITADEL IS UNDER ATTACK! REPEAT, ALL GUARDS ARE TO REPORT TO THE CITADEL AT ONCE!" The guard posted at the entrance ran breathlessly into the hall. "Mistress Helga!" "Don't just stand there, idiot!" shrieked Helga. "Get to the Citadel!" She spun around to face Adam and scowled. "You!" she hissed. "You did this somehow! I don't know how, but somehow, this is your fault!" An expression of shock and innocence crossed Adam's face—an expression he maintained as long as he could. It didn't take long, however, before his shocked expression turned into a smile that wasn't innocent at all. "Okay, yeah. I did it." "How?" "With a journal." Adam allowed himself a moment to enjoy Helga's confusion. "Did you know I started a sub journal after I escaped this place? It was Eve's idea. With that journal, I documented everything that happened to me on this island, and everything that I did since leaving it—including all my blog postings and all my correspondences with international authorities. All my efforts to get help for the people I left behind were documented in that journal." "Who would read such a journal? Who would believe such a thing and decide to help you?" Helga suddenly became aware that the sharp edge of a sword was being held against her throat. Monica—who held the sword—stared at Helga with eyes as sharp as her blade. "That journal made for some damn fine reading," Monica hissed, enjoying the power that came from the steel in her hand. "Everything you told me about Adam since I got here has been a lie!" Adam continued, "I left my laptop—with the journal in it—in the hotel room, and YOU gave it to Monica. By the time we got back to the island, Monica knew everything I knew. Everything." "Oh," said Helga, adding, "shit." "He never stopped," accused Monica. "He never stopped trying to rescue me, and you let me think that he intentionally left me BEHIND!" "Giving her my laptop was your first mistake," said Adam. "Your other was leaving me alone with her so we'd have time to talk." Monica continued from there. "My only plan at the time was to beg him to take me back as his girlfriend. But when I looked in his eyes, I realized I was too late; he was already in love with someone else. As far as I'm concerned, that's your fault too, you bitch! So instead, I just asked him to forgive me." "I said I could, if she'd forgive me for leaving her behind in the first place." "It was cathartic for both of us," Monica admitted. As she held the sword in one hand, she used the other to find the key to Adam's cuffs in Helga's belt and handed it to him so he could free himself. "We came up with a way to salvage the Sisterhood's plan," Adam continued as he maneuvered out of his cuffs. "Before picking up Eve at the stables, Monica freed Agent Emily and her team and gave them access to a computer so they could disable the island's defense grid." He turned to Monica. "I assume it all went well?" "I had to improvise part of the plan, but it was nothing I couldn't handle." "You improvised the plan?" Adam was suddenly worried. "Nothing I couldn't handle!" repeated Monica testily. "Monica, sweetie," purred Helga. "Whatever he's offering, I can offer you more. He's a slave, while I— Well, I can offer you the world." Monica stared coldly at Helga. "He offered me something you would never willingly offer." Monica grabbed the hair at the back of Helga's head and forced Helga's lips onto her own. The kiss was not an act of passion, nor of lust, but of unmitigated domination. Monica wanted no doubt who owned whom. "On your knees, slave." "Fuck you!" Monica kicked Helga in the back of the knees, forcing her to the ground. "NO!" screamed Monica. "You don't get to say that! Not to me! Because you're going to spend the rest of your twisted fucking life thinking up new ways to show respect for me, you sadistic HEAD-FUCKED, CUNT-STUFFING, SHIT-LICKING WHORE!" "Monica," interrupted Adam. "Stay focused on the plan." "I'm totally focused. I just want to be clear. She'll lick shit. That's not negotiable." "Do you have the keys to the box? Eve's still in there." "She's fine," said Monica. "I'll get to it." "Just give me the key, and I'll do it." "I said, she's fine!" insisted Monica, pointing her sword in Adam's direction. "Just put these cuffs on Helga. I'll take care of the box." Not wanting to provoke his benefactor any further, Adam did as he was told while Monica turned her attention to the captive in the box. When Adam placed the cuffs on Helga, he found a small device hidden in her hand. After prying it from her, he saw that it looked like a small transmitter—similar, yet different from the one Della Tiara had carried. "What's this?" he demanded. Helga smiled. "This isn't the first attempt at an insurrection, you know. Half the mistresses on the island want Kathy or me out of the way so they can advance in the hierarchy. That's why we have a failsafe. It was her idea. If either one of us gets ambushed, we send an alert to the other one. By now Kathy's gotten my signal, and she's already sent an assault team here to end you!" Adam looked at Monica to see if she was hearing this, but she was still prying the top off the PONY box. Helga continued, "You thought I was the dangerous one? I'm a kitten, compared to Kathy. Now that you've forced her hand, you're going to find out what a heartless cunt she is. She and her minions will hunt you down and kill you with the quiet efficiency of a law clerk filing a W-2!" Adam again turned to Monica. "Is she bluffing?" he asked. "Is Kathy really that calculating?" "I don't know," said Monica. "Why don't you ask her?" Monica tipped the box over with a thud. Inside, Mistress Kathy was tied, gagged and naked, sputtering at Adam with impotent rage. "This is the part of the plan I improvised," said Monica. "I knew she'd be trouble. That's why I put her in the box—right after I shot her with her own tranquilizer gun." Monica beamed with unabashed pride. "Nothing I couldn't handle." Adam was as astonished as Helga. He had almost believed the danger was over, but now a question bolted through his mind. "Where's Eve?" If he had known the answer, he would have known that the danger had just begun. At the Citadel, a great many people were screaming, reacting to the many things that were breaking, burning, or otherwise exploding around them. Until now, the Academy's honor guard had relied on the island's automated defenses to prevent any kind of invasion, and all the guards had believed that their swords were more than adequate to enforce their authority during their daily rounds. When the morning fog had lifted, however, they had found that they were surrounded by enemies equipped with guns, and the guards' sexy armor had always been more decorative than bulletproof. A mad dash to the armory was underway. The invaders had chosen their targets well. They had blown two large holes on the northern end of the Citadel in strategic locations where they knew innocent slaves were unlikely to be harmed by the blasts. The invaders stormed through the breaches in large numbers and hoped to rescue the slaves in the dungeons and the stables while they maintained the element of surprise. This was not to be, however. The Academy's honor guard used their available weapons with ruthless efficiency, creating a defensible barricade to confine the invaders to the Citadel's northern wing. Highmother ordered a change in tactics. She was distinctive in her horned war helmet and gleaming battle corset, evoking the spirit of the ancient Valkyries as she gave both orders and inspiration to her gun-wielding subordinates. Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 07 Inwardly, however, Highmother knew doubt. If the attack became a prolonged battle, the slaves would certainly be used as hostages. Victory must come swiftly, she knew, or not at all. The slaves also knew this. Throughout the Citadel, any slave who had the advantage of mobility in the performance of their duties suddenly rebelled against their mistresses, freeing other slaves so that they could join the effort. In the midst of this chaos, Eve ran down an alleyway, followed by the three spies she had only just rescued from their scheduled executions. The agents were overjoyed to know that their rescuer was their friend Mistress Darlene whom they had long ago assumed dead. As they ran, Agent Jackie carried Kathy's tranquilizer gun which was the only weapon among the four. Their plan was going as well—except they were all still naked. "Here's the door for the secret tunnel!" said Eve. "This is the way Adam and I used to get to the boat." "We're not trying to escape," said Agent Emily. "We're looking for weapons and clothes so we can get back to the fighting." "We can get those things in here," insisted Eve, who had not yet had time to explain to her friends that she no longer went by the name Darlene. "This isn't just an escape route. Helga hid many secrets in her cave, and some of them will help us win this fight." Eve led her friends into the tunnel. They emerged in Helga's secret cave where the boat that was now familiar to them all was tethered to the dock. "It figures she'd bring that thing back here," said Eve. "We should check to see if our weapons are still in it," said Agent Jamie. "There are other useful things in here," said Eve as she threw a breaker switch at the end of the tunnel. A part of the chamber that had been hidden in darkness was suddenly bathed in light. There was a lamp, a hatstand, a make-up mirror, and a wooden cabinet large enough to store a small wardrobe—all the items that a vain woman would want in a dressing room. The main aesthetic feature of this area was a whimsical portrait of Helga wearing a sexy pirate costume hanging on the cave wall. "I hope there are clothes in that cabinet," said Emily. "You haven't seen the best part," said Eve. She reached behind the portrait which swung out on a hinge to reveal a hidden lever. When she pulled it, the wooden cabinet slid aside on hidden casters to reveal a another hidden room glowing from the inside. "Follow me," said Eve. Emily followed her through the passage while Jamie went to search the boat for weapons and Jackie checked the cabinet for clothes. Eve and Emily found a makeshift control room filled with computers and video screens. Images from dozens of surveillance cameras showed scenes from around the island, including many of the Marstonite warriors, Academy guards, and rebelling slaves fighting within the Citadel. "What is this place?" asked Emily. "The real secret of Helga's power," said Eve. "She has access to every camera on the security grid—and some others that only she knows about. Information is power on this island, and Helga is the most powerful woman on it." "How do you know about this?" "I was her Pony. She thought I was harmless, and the bitch loves to gloat." "With these monitors, we have an overview of the entire battle from here. Do you know how this equipment works?" "In every detail," said Eve. "I even know her passwords." "Then with the radio frequencies I can give you, you can communicate to our sisters in the fight—coordinate the Sisterhood's attack." "Me? I couldn't!" "Only you can! Everything we've accomplished since our banishment from the island has been done in your name, Darlene. When the rest of the Sisterhood realizes that you're not really dead, they'll rally to the sound of your voice!" Emily dialed the frequency and opened a channel to the warring Marstonites. "You must talk to them!" Eve set her naked bottom in the chair that Emily had pulled out for her and looked at the video images of the fighting women in the Citadel. She reached for the microphone and flipped a switch that she knew would override the Academy's public address system. "Warriors of the Sisterhood," announced Eve, her words echoing across the island. "Listen to my voice. You believe that I am dead, but I am not. "This is Darlene, and I have returned." In the stables, the slave quarters, and the battlefield in the Citadel's northern wing, a cheer went up as disbelieving hearts were suddenly lifted by an unexpected voice, and the warriors of the Sisterhood fought with renewed vigor. Emily left the control room and addressed the women of her extraction team. Most spies would have felt inconvenienced being nude in a hostile environment, but for agents of the Marstonite Sisterhood, it was their natural element. Jamie found a hidden duffel bag on the boat and squealed with delight. "They took our guns, but they didn't find the explosives. The sluts won't know what hit 'em!" Jackie was modelling a pair of thigh-high boots she had found, but was still searching the cabinet for something to go with it. "These outfits are all kind of fetishy, but some of them will fit us." She found a black corset and threw it to Emily. The blonde caught it and wrapped it around her tits for size. It would fit. "Any weapons?" she asked. "There's a cutlass here that's part of a pirate costume," said Jackie, "and a few other swords—theatrical but sharp." Emily peeked inside the cabinet and saw a variety of weapons and torture devices so fiendish, they made her horny. "You can have the swords," she said, grinning wickedly as she reached for her weapon of choice. "This whip suits me just fine." Each of the three spies chose items from the cabinet and coordinated their plans. After Emily was fully outfitted, she looked for an outfit for Eve. She found a catsuit in Eve's size and brought it into the control room. "How goes the fighting?" she asked. "It's about to get ugly," said Eve, who pulled up a map of the Citadel on her screen. "The Marstonites are fighting hand-to-hand with guards in the north wing of the Citadel. The guards sent some dommes to get heavy weapons from the Armory in the south wing. Between the north and south, there's a slave uprising where it seems they've captured a defensible position in the middle." Eve pointed at the screen. "Do you see? The slaves are between the guards and their weapons! If they can hold the middle long enough, the guards won't get their weapons, and we'll win!" "Can they do it?" "The guards are planning to use something called a WMO which they say will incapacitate all the slaves. I'm trying to find out what exactly that means." Eve quickly typed the password to get into the security database. When she saw the result to her query, she said, "Oh, shit." "What?" "I don't suppose you know about the computer chip that slaves have surgically implanted in their heads?" "The one that uses a cell phone signal to induce a spontaneous orgasm?" "Yeah, it's one of the tools Helga uses to control us. Apparently there's an executive code that activates all the chips at once." Eve looked up at the screens and shuddered. "Weapon of mass orgasm," gasped Emily. "We have to stop it." To be continued . . . Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 08 In the Grand Hall, where Adam and Monica contemplated their next course of action, the overhead speakers came to life again, this time carrying a familiar voice. "TO THE WARRIORS OF THE SISTERHOOD AND THE SLAVES OF THE ACADEMY, LISTEN TO MY VOICE. YOU BELIEVE THAT I AM DEAD, BUT I AM NOT. "THIS IS DARLENE, AND I HAVE RETURNED." "Told you she was fine," said Monica. "AND I AM NOT ALONE," continued the voice. "THE ONE WHO ESCAPED HAS ALSO RETURNED, AND THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS, I KNOW THAT HE'S AMONG US FIGHTING FOR OUR CAUSE." "The One Who Escaped?" asked Adam. "Since you left, the other slaves have been talking about you," explained Monica. "You're kind of a legend now. She must have heard it." "THE STRUGGLE IS NOT YET OVER, BUT NEVER BEFORE HAVE WE BEEN CLOSER TO FREEDOM. OUR ENEMIES HAVE SACRIFICED THEIR HONOR IN EXCHANGE FOR POWER THEY DON'T DESERVE. OUR CAUSE IS JUST, AND THEY KNOW IT. "TO THE SLAVES CONTROLLING THE CENTRAL CORRIDOR—WELL DONE! BUT I MUST ASK EVEN MORE OF YOU! DEFEND YOUR POSITION UNTIL OUR WARRIORS REACH YOU. THEY DEPEND ON YOU JUST AS YOU DEPEND ON THEM. IF YOU CAN MAINTAIN YOUR POSITION LONG ENOUGH, WE WILL WIN THE DAY!" This was followed a cacophony of static as the public address system abruptly failed. The P.A. system did not extend to Mistress Helga's lavish living quarters on the southern end of the Citadel. The only one in Helga's home at the moment was the beautiful long-legged housekeeper who had no idea that a revolution was underway. However, the housekeeper knew that Mistress Helga expected the house to be spotless before she returned home, and if there were any evidence of dust, there would be consequences that no excuse could prevent. She did not need to be reminded of this, but if she did, the portrait of her mistress that glared evilly down at her from the parlor wall served as a warning for her to get back to work. The absence of a public address system notwithstanding, Mistress Helga's home had every other modern convenience imaginable—including a wide-screen television connected to the latest software so that the television could act as a teleconferencing device in an emergency. Such an emergency had never happened before, so the housekeeper was startled when the television received an unexpected incoming message. She answered the call at once. "I'm so sorry that Mistress Helga is not home," answered the housekeeper, hoping that she remembered the response protocol correctly. "I beg your forgiveness for disappointing you." The captain of the guard stared angrily through the screen back at the housekeeper. "We need information from Mistress Helga," she snapped, holding her bulletproof vest in one hand. The captain's standard-issue midriff-bearing battle bra was sudenly making her feel a little underdressed. The housekeeper could tell something was up. "There's an executive security code that only she and Mistress Kathy may access," said the captain, "but we can't locate either of them. Do you know where your mistress keeps the codes? It's an emergency." The housekeeper knew her mistress very well, and remembered a drawer in her mistress's study where information was kept, although it was always kept locked. "What information do you need?" she asked. "I'm sending three guards over there now. Help them in any way you can." The captain of the guard did not wait for a reply before ending the transmission. Apparently the housekeeper was not supposed to know the nature of the information they were after. She was both surprised and a bit troubled by this exchange. It was not at all typical for a security guard to ask anything of her when her mistress was not home. She was even more surprised when another call came only a minute later. "I'm so sorry that Mistress Helga is not home," she answered. "I beg your--" "It's okay, relax," said the woman on the screen. "You're Helga's housekeeper, right?" "Yes," said the housekeeper uncertainly. She did not recognize the woman on the screen. "To whom am I speaking?" "I'm Darlene," said Eve. "Look, this is kind of hard to explain, but I'm trying to coordinate a rebellion, and I have to ask, do you know if your mistress has any weapons stashed at your house?" "I think she might," said the housekeeper. "That's good," said Eve. "I overheard your conversation just now, so I know there are three guards on their way over. This is a lot to ask, I know--but it would really mean a lot if you could slow them down for a while. Do you think you can do that?" The housekeeper knew her mistress very well. She knew that her mistress was prone to paranoia and slept more comfortably with a weapon stashed in a hidden compartment in her bed. Helga never imagined that her housekeeper knew about it. Now the thought of that assault rifle brought a smile to the housekeeper's lips. "Yes," said the housekeeper. "I mean, fuck yeah!" By this time, Adam and Monica had secured their two prisoners in the archives chamber and were now in the Grand Hall sorting out their next move. Adam had to admit that Monica had done well improvising their plan. He only wished she had thought to bring him some clothes to wear. "You're the One Who Escaped," said Monica. "Deal with it." "I'm not really a legend, am I?" asked Adam. "It's true," said Monica. "Even when I was in the stables, I heard the stories slaves told each other about you and how you'd eventually return to free us all. I didn't believe any of it, but I couldn't argue because I was gagged most of the time. Pissed me off." They heard another explosion, louder and closer than before. "That was right outside," said Adam. He ran toward the exit to investigate, and Monica followed. On the summit of the mountain, they saw the flaming wreckage of a radio tower, but could not understand how the damage had come about. "What was that?" asked Monica. "Some kind of tower got blown up," said Adam. "That WAS the hub for the local cell phone network," answered a familiar voice. Adam and Monica saw Agent Emily and her team emerging from behind the ridge. All three of them wore outrageously sexy outfits. Agent Jackie wore high boots, a little turquoise miniskirt, and a matching sexy top that bared her midriff. A cutlass hung from a belt around her waste, and Mistress Kathy's tranquilizer gun hung from her hand. Agent Jamie had a sequined minidress with an even higher hemline and peekaboo cutouts that bared her waist on both sides. She carried a broadsword in one hand and duffel bag in the other which Adam suspected had recently carried just enough explosives to blow up a cell phone tower. Agent Emily looked sexy in high black boots, shiny black form-fitting pants and a matching corset, all of which went perfectly with the whip she held in her hands. One last explosive charge in the wreckage went off belatedly, sending a final fireball into the sky. The three spies in front of it were momentarily silhouetted by the blast. "I thought Charlie's Angels was a show," muttered Adam. The three climbed down to join Adam and Monica. "This island is no longer in your cell phone's service area," announced Emily with her not-so-innocent smile. "Sorry for the inconvenience. What are you doing up here?" "Taking prisoners," said Adam. "Technically, I took the prisoners," Monica boasted. "I see Eve had no trouble rescuing you before your execution." "That was Darlene," said Emily. "Why? Were Eve and Darlene together?" "Eve is Darlene," said Adam. "Holy shit!" said Emily. "Why didn't you tell us Darlene was your mistress?" "She likes being mysterious," said Adam. "Where is she? We heard her voice on the speaker." "We left her in Helga's secret cave where she's coordinating the rebellion. Sounds like you've been busy, too. Who are the prisoners?" "Just Kathy and Helga," bragged Monica. "They're tied up in the archives." "Awesome," said Emily. "We might need prisoners to bargain with." The group went back into the Grand Hall. Monica led Jamie and Jackie into the archives to interrogate the prisoners. Emily and Adam remained on the dais at the top of the hall's circular stairs to compare notes. "If we're angels, then you must be Charlie," Emily teased. "How did you get here?" asked Adam. "There was plenty of confusion at the Citadel, so we were able to steal some motorcycles. How did you get Monica to change sides?" "Good karma, I guess. I showed her the truth, and she realized she owed me a favor." Emily playfully placed the loop of her whip around Adam. "You have quite an effect on women. And I seem to be having quite an effect on you." She looked down. "I don't suppose you know where a guy can find some pants." Emily stepped closer. "We didn't expect to find you here, so we didn't bring any boy clothes. But you look good naked." Emily seemed to have forgotten the doctor's orders about contact with Adam. Before the situation could become any more awkward, however, they were unexpectedly attacked. Mistress Ling, whom Adam had remembered from his first visit, ran screaming into the Grand Hall with her sword drawn. She was immediately followed by a seemingly endless stream of armed masters and mistresses under her command. Dozens of them quickly surrounded the dais brandishing their weapons and screaming war cries. "Look sharp!" Emily shouted to her team. "We've got company!" Jamie, Jackie and Monica came running back from the archives to stand beside Adam and Emily. They looked into the crowd of unexpected adversaries. There was only one way out of the Grand Hall, and it was blocked by at least fifty swords. They must have been busy recruiting since I left, thought Adam. He thought this because there were as many masters as mistresses in the group, and even the women seemed unfamiliar to him. Among the few that he recognized were Mistress Margo, an administrator he had met on his first tour of the Citadel. He also saw the domme whom he remembered only as the Clipboard Girl--who had designated him a "horny liar" on his first visit. Standing next to Mistress Ling was Della Tiara, trying to look convincing with a sword in her hand. "How did they sneak up on us like this?" asked Adam. "We must have passed them in the fog," whispered Emily. "Did you bring any guns?" asked Monica. "Just a couple of swords," said Emily, "my whip, and the tranq gun." "One dart left," whispered Jackie. "Make it count," answered Emily. "How are we on explosives?" "Used them all to blow the tower," answered Jamie. "Okay," said Emily with grim resolve. "It's a knife fight then." Adam was inspired by the courage of the women standing beside him, but courage wasn't going to matter against so many. Even with the uncanny skills of three Marstonite spies on his side, a fight like this could only end one way. "Before you take another step, you should know that we hold your leaders hostage!" announced Emily. "Kathy and Helga are our prisoners!" "Good!" answered Ling. "Never liked them!" This was true. The secret of Kathy and Helga's relationship had never been trust, but necessity. "We have you surrounded," said Mistress Ling. "You cannot escape. You cannot fight us and hope to live." This was also true. "What are your demands?" asked Emily. "You will lay down your weapons and surrender. Adam will be taken in chains to the Citadel where he will tell his allies to give themselves up. Order will be restored." As Emily considered her reply, Adam stepped forward. "What makes you think the rebel slaves will listen to me?" "You're the One Who Escaped. You're the one who inspires them. When they see you in chains, their spirit will be broken and they'll know their only option is to surrender." "And if I refuse?" Ling smiled as she considered this idea. "That would be an unexpected pleasure." She slid the flat end of her blade across the palm of her hand, enjoying the sensation of the steel against her skin. "Your severed head on a stick will make an even greater impression on your friends." She gestured toward the many armed fetishists standing behind her. "You've lost. This rebellion is over." Adam looked to his friends and saw steely resolve on their faces. They raised their weapons in defiance. He looked at those who were gathered against him. They outnumbered his friends ten to one. Yet he wondered, Where did all these people come from? I thought all the guards had been summoned to the Citadel. He looked into the eyes of his enemies and tried to read what he saw there. Emily stepped to Adam's side and was about to yell their refusal, but Adam made her stop. "Thank you, Emily," he whispered, "but this is something I have to do myself." Adam turned toward the mob and paused, naked and unashamed. "I'm curious," said Adam to the mob. "How many of you are just students at the domination school?" A few of the masters sheepishly raised their hands before Mistress Ling rebuffed them. "Do nothing he asks!" she commanded. "He's only trying to confuse you!" Adam smiled. He had suspected it before, but now he knew. For the first time since his ordeal began, he was winning. "Right now in the harbor, there are three big yachts," Adam announced. "Unguarded, because all the guards have been summoned to the Citadel. As a representative of the rebel forces, I pledge that anyone who leaves the island in the next thirty minutes will NOT have their names leaked to the press following the revolution!" There was a tremendous clatter of dropped swords hitting the floor as the people who held them ran for the exit in a panic. Mistress Ling could not stop them. When the last echo of their din finally faded, the mob that remained looked far less impressive than before. Where there had been fifty, there were now four. Agent Emily and her team advanced upon the four, making it clear they would not be allowed to leave. Mistress Ling, Mistress Margo, Della Tiara and the Clipboard Girl closed ranks, raising their weapons defensively. Adam walked down the stairs of the dais calmly, purposefully. By now he had learned that someone in charge should not be seen to be in a hurry. "I'll make the same offer to you, Della," declared Adam. "You don't deserve it, but you haven't been here long enough to be guilty of any serious crimes. The way I see it, you're not worth the trouble." Emily and her team looked at Adam as if he had lost his mind, but they said nothing. Della Tiara lowered her sword, looked at Ling, and shrugged. "Sorry, Ling. Battle scars would bring down my day rate." She threw down her sword and sauntered toward the exit. "Better run, Della. Before I change my mind." She broke into a dash and disappeared. Then there were three. "As a representative of the rebel forces," announced Adam, "I order you to lay down your weapons and surrender." Without argument, the three complied. Emily, Jamie and Jackie quickly restrained the captives with ropes from Jamie's bag. "Yayyy! More prisoners!" squealed Monica. When the prisoners were secure, Monica, Jamie and Jackie escorted them back to the archives section to join the other captives. Emily looked at Adam in bewilderment. "I thought you were going to surrender. How did you know they were students?" "It wasn't hard," he replied. "Most of them looked scared, and a lot of them were out of shape. And I'm pretty sure I recognized one of them as my congressman." Suddenly they heard a scream from the archive section. "Look out! She's getting away!" Adam and Emily scrambled down the tunnel to the archives. They were chilled by what they saw when they reached the chasm. Helga was loose and brandishing Monica's sword. Monica was on the ground rubbing her head as if she had just been sucker punched. Jamie and Jackie had cornered Helga with her back to the chasm. She was about to make a break for the exit when she saw Adam and Emily blocking her way. She retreated back toward the ledge. "How did she get loose?" asked Adam. "Oh, please," said Helga. "You tried to restrain me with my own cuffs? You underestimated me. I'm hurt!" Without warning, she lunged at Adam with the sword. Emily lashed with her whip, striking the sword from Helga's grasp and into the chasm. "You can't escape!" said Emily. "There's no way out," said Adam. "Why don't you just surrender?" Helga remained defiant, smiling with insane confidence even as she massaged her stinging hand. "I don't surrender to slaves! For me, there's always a way out." With a final glare, she stepped off the ledge. In astonishment, they watched her plummet into darkness. Seconds later, they heard a distant splash from below. "She killed herself!" Emily gasped in astonishment. "No, she didn't," said Monica. "Monica's right," said Adam. "Suicide's not her way. There must be an underground river down there." Jamie grabbed Mistress Ling, the nearest prisoner, and pushed her back toward the ledge. "Where does the river come out?" she demanded. "Tell us!" Ling stared with steely eyes at her captor but said nothing. A sudden realization came over Adam as he gasped, "I think I know." In Helga's secret cave, Eve was alone and was not expecting a visitor. She sat in the hidden surveillance room from which she could see the battle from every angle and could use the radio frequencies provided by Emily to communicate to the Marstonite warriors in field. The surveillance equipment also allowed her to eavesdrop on the communications of her enemies. "Pinned down at Mistress Helga's quarters!" a guard's voice could be heard shouting as the sound of machine gun fire rattled in the background. "Send back-up! With guns!" "Get out of there!" the captain of the guard ordered. "Our cell phones have been disabled anyway. Just get back here!" "We can't!" replied the guard. "Someone stole our motorcycles!" Eve smiled. The battle was going better than she could have expected, but it wasn't over yet. She looked up at a malfunctioning screen. She noticed earlier that the screen had gone dark, but now she noticed a movement in it from a reflection that shouldn't have been there. She spun her chair around and stood up. "Hello, Darlene Charmichael," said the bitch blocking her exit. "Good morning, Sister Helga," said Eve with sweet sarcasm. Helga stood dripping wet and nearly naked before Eve. The dominatrix had been forced to discard her latex suit in the river and now wore only what she'd had on underneath—a rubber bikini that neither hid nor constrained her considerable natural assets. She might have looked vulnerable had it not been for the sword in her hand. Eve stood resolutely in the doorway to the control room. There was no place Eve could run and no one to help her, yet for some reason, she was unafraid. "I see you remembered how to find my inner sanctum," said Helga. "How clever of you." "You came here to make your escape, no doubt," said Eve. "Your boat's over there. Don't let me stop you from running away, you cunt." "In time," said Helga. "First I have one more lesson to teach to a very, very bad student." "Ooh, I'd hate to be that student. Did you really swim all the way here with a sword in your hand?" "No. I keep an extra sword or two hidden here in my cave." "Like the one you keep here behind the radio console?" Eve pulled it out of its hiding place and raised it meaningfully. "Maybe you're a better student than I remembered," admitted Helga, who smiled again. Today may have been the worst day Helga had had in eleven years, but now she had one last chance to vent her rage. "I suppose you're going to bitch about how you've been wronged by me, and now you want your revenge?" Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 08 "Sister, you have no fucking idea." They screamed as they charged each other with raised swords. To be concluded . . . Mistress Kathy's Wicked Protégé Ch. 09 By mid-morning, the clouds had dispersed across the island. The mountaintop that concealed the Great Hall was now visible from the Citadel, not that anyone at the Citadel could stop fighting long enough to look. Between the mountain and the Citadel, three determined women sped toward the battle on stolen motorcycles. Their outrageously sexy outfits did not match the grim expressions on their faces. With no radios and no phones, they had no way of knowing how their friends in the fight were faring. They only knew that help was needed and that the lives of their friends were hanging in the balance. The first indication they saw of how the battle might be going was the sight of a lone pony girl in full gallop pulling an empty sulky. Her elbows and wrists were fastened tightly behind her back, her hands were locked inside bondage mittens, and her head was secured in a bridle with a bit. She was desperate to distance herself from the danger behind her. The three women stopped to help. How could they not? "There's fighting everywhere!" the girl sobbed when her bit was removed. "I had to run! I didn't know what else to do!" "What's your name?" asked Emily. "Amy," said the pony girl. "You did the right thing, Amy. You couldn't have done anything else." "Do you know how the fight is going?" asked Jackie. "I heard Darlene's voice," said Amy. "She said the One Who Escaped has returned. Is it true? Do you know where he is? Is he with you?" Emily hesitated, then looked at Jamie who turned away and stared sorrowfully at the ground. None of them had any idea what to say, but Amy's question could not be ignored. Emily swallowed hard and told a lie. "He's fine." In a secret cave not far away, two dominant women with bright swords and old grudges violently attacked each other with murder in their hearts. "You made me blame myself!" screamed Eve as the swords clanged together. "You let me believe what happened to you was my fault!" Eve struck relentlessly against Helga's upraised blade, forcing her former mistress backward into increasingly more defensive positions. "You're good with a sword!" admitted Helga with a grudging smile. "I took a fencing class!" Eve's attack forced Helga backward toward the peir. "You never told me about your stupid professor and your horny classmates!" yelled Eve. "Your lab partners poisoned you! They drove you mad, not me! Your grudge was always against them!" Helga became enraged, stopping her retreat. "You've been reading my personal files! How dare you!" She thrust her sword unexpectedly against her opponent, forcing Eve to lurch backward. The two women paused, staring at each other, chests heaving mightily as each caught their breaths. "Of course, I did," panted Eve. "I had time to peek at your files, since your Academy guards have been losing so badly. Have you ever noticed that in a fair fight, they suck?" Eve renewed her attack against her tormentor with veangeful swings, but Helga showed no fear. Each blow was parried by Helga's blade. "You don't know everything about me!" spat Helga. "What have I left out?" Again the women paused their attacks. Sweat stung Eve's eyes, but she did not lower her blade. Helga seemed unconcerned that her own hair was damp from the swim or that her breasts seemed intent on escaping her rubber bikini top. "Since we're all about disclosing secrets," said Helga, "here's one more. When my classmates spiked my drink all those years ago, I watched them do it." "What?" "I knew. I drank it anyway. They thought it would make me more submissive, but I knew better than that—because you made me understand my true nature. I knew the drug would release that nature—and make me stronger!" Helga thrust her sword with unexpected grace, forcing Eve into a retreat. "I was tired of being manipulated by men!" Helga continued her attack. "I drank the potion they gave me because I craved it! In the end, I got what I wanted, and they got what they deserved!" Helga paused, noticing Eve's unsteady footing. "Getting winded, Darlene?" mocked Helga. "I admit I was a little tired from my swim. But while you've been ineffectually hacking and chopping, I've been gathering my strength." Eve thrust her blade. Helga blocked with her own. Their swords locked. "You say you took fencing?" hissed the fiery domme. "I used to TEACH it!" Helga pushed Eve's sword backward and attacked like a thing possessed. Eve realized that Helga had been playing with her, as she had always done, testing the limits of her enemies before breaking them. Now Helga screamed defiantly as each blow struck, pounding the strength from Eve with practiced skill, until Eve's back was against the wall. Helga struck the sword from Eve's hand. "You're beaten!" she boasted, her sword pointing at Eve's throat. The grinning domme kicked the fallen sword into the water. "All that's left for you now is your lesson! The one that I promised you." The point of Helga's sword found the zipper in Eve's catsuit and pulled it down past her navel. "That suit of yours. Silly thing. That's not what a pony wears." Helga bared her clenched teeth as she spoke. "Take it off." Eve's eyes grew narrow with defiance. "Go to hell." The domme was overcome with rage. "YOU," she screamed, raising her sword, "FIRST!" Helga felt a stinging sensation in her neck. She reached for her throat and pulled out a dart. Looking to her left, she saw a man naked and dripping wet. Slung around his neck was Mistress Kathy's tranquilizer gun. "Had one dart left," panted Adam. "Now say good night and shut the fuck up." Helga twirled around once as she saw the cave grow fuzzy and incoherent. This wasn't how her day was supposed to end. She had made plans—wonderful plans. She still looked astonished when she fell unconscious to the floor. Adam and Eve stared at each other, both of them exhausted, neither of them completely understanding what had led up to this moment. "Are you all right?" asked Adam at last. "Are you?" she asked. "You look different." "How so?" "I don't know. . . . A little less . . . submissive." "But I'm always submissive," he answered, "to you, my Mistress." "Good answer," she said as she ran into his arms. "Hold me. That's an order." He didn't ask what had transpired between her and Helga. She didn't ask why he was wet. The only question to be asked now was rhetorical. "Remember where we first made love?" she whispered. "How could I forget? It's floating over there." She took his hand, and they walked toward the boat, but they were regrettably interrupted. "You're alive!" shouted Emily, standing breathlessly at the tunnel entrance. Jamie and Jackie stood behind her with identical expressions of surprise. All three had weapons drawn in anticipation of a fight. "We're okay," said Adam. "We actually have a prisoner. Helga, again." Emily lowered her whip as Jamie and Jackie sheathed their swords in relief. "You should have seen him, Darlene," said Emily. "Helga jumped off the ledge into the river, and we all wondered where the river flowed out. Adam said, 'I think I know,' then grabbed our tranq gun and jumped off after her. We all thought he was dead!" "You jumped off a ledge?" asked Eve. "You?" "When I realized where Helga went, I was afraid not to," Adam admitted. Jamie and Jackie picked up the sleeping Helga. "We'll take the prisoner off your hands," said Jamie. "The fighting's over," said Emily. "We won! The guards are still surrendering, and Highmother's making decisions about what to do with the prisoners. Now that she knows Darlene is still alive, she wants to see her as soon as possible." Emily would not be denied. Adam toweled off and found some clothes in Helga's wardrobe. They found Highmother at the marina by the harbor where the Sisterhood's doctors were caring for the wounded (of which there were thankfully few). Many of the people wandering about the area were former slaves who had just been liberated from the Citadel and who were now bewildered about their hardwon freedom. Before Emily could introduce them to Highmother, someone shouted at them. "Look! It's Darlene!" "And the One Who Escaped!" "They've returned!" After many hugs, they made their way to Highmother. "How happy I am to see you both well!" she exclaimed. "And to find the two people who have meant so much to our cause in each other's arms is beyond all expectation!" "Thanks, Highmother," said Eve, "but I'm still getting used to all of this attention. You said you wanted to talk to me?" "About many things! But most of all, I wanted to see with my own eyes that you're well, and to tell you that I'm making room for you in the new governing council! You do intend to stay with us, don't you?" Eve looked uncertainly at Adam. "I don't know," she admitted. "Adam has his own life back on the mainland." "But he must also serve on the council!" "Me?" said Adam. "I thought men couldn't serve. It's a sisterhood, after all." "Submissives must be represented if we are to avoid the abuses that brought us to this point. You understand that our tradition of domination and submission is our way of showing trust for each other. If submissiveness becomes a mandate instead of a choice, it loses all meaning. "Therefore you, Adam, will be the new Executive Liason between dominants and submissives. Your task will be to ensure that our practices never go further than the role-playing for which they are intended." Adam looked toward the many beautiful faces welcoming him. "I suppose we could find a comfortable place here to settle down." "I have already assigned quarters for you. You and Darlene shall have Mistress Helga's old quarters." "Helga's quarters?" gasped Eve, grabbing Adam's arm. "Her place is awesome!" Beyond the crowd, Adam noticed an electric golf cart pulling a trailer laden with suitcases and boxes. When it parked in front of a pier, Monica stepped out of it along with her male driver and two hunky male assistants. She immediately started directing her helpers to load her personal items from the trailer onto a luxury yacht that was moored at the end of the pier for her use. Highmother followed Adam's gaze and noted, "It's my understanding that you made certain promises to Monica in exchange for her help. Is this so?" "Given how much we needed her, it seemed necessary," said Adam. "I understand," said Highmother. "I invited Monica to stay, of course, but she has suffered much here on the island and is eager to leave it. I've promised that I will honor the terms you've set. We'll give her a new place to live where we can provide for her needs and where she'll have all the privacy she desires. And while I don't quite approve, the prisoner Helga will be remanded into her custody. You believe Monica is ready for this responsibility?" "Nothing she can't handle," said Adam. Most of Monica's personal items had by now been unloaded from the cart and sat on the pier waiting to be delivered onto her boat. Among them, he saw a familiar-looking wooden box that wobbled vigorously from within. To Adam, it seemed fitting that this would be his final memory of Mistress Helga. Eve tugged insistently on Adam's arm. "Come on, Adam! Don't you want to see our new house? Especially the bedroom?" Adam was not about to disagree, but Highmother interrupted. "First, I must have a word with Adam—privately. It will only take a minute, I promise." "You go on ahead, Eve" said Adam. "I'll catch up to you at the house. Our house." "Don't be long," warned Eve imperiously. "I'll be waiting upstairs." She eagerly ran off, procuring the use of the electric cart before anyone else could claim it. Highmother asked, "Does she know about your condition? Your medical condition?" "I haven't told her," said Adam. "We've been kinda busy." "I wanted you to know that there's a cure. We found it in Helga's laboratory. The doctor can administer the cure to you right away." Adam thought of Eve waiting for him in their new home. "How about tomorrow?" said Adam. "I'll get back to you. Eve and I have some catching up to do." Highmother could not hide her smile. Agent Emily ran breathlessly through the crowd toward them. "Highmother," she said. "I've been taking inventory of the prisoners, and one of them's missing. It's Mistress Kathy!" "She's escaped?" asked Highmother in alarm. "We don't think she's escaped," explained Emily. "It's just that there've been so many prisoners, we seem to have misplaced her. Neither of you know where she is, do you?" Adam looked past the two of them and saw Monica loading her things. Among her personal items, Adam noticed a second wobbling wooden box that he hadn't noticed before. Monica's hunky friends were now wheeling it onto her yacht along with the first box. "Haven't seen her," said Adam. "Good luck with that." Monica saw Adam and waved goodbye. He waved back, knowing she would be just fine. He couldn't find a ride back to the Citadel, so he started to walk. When he thought of his beautiful mistress waiting for him in their new bedroom, he started to run. He ran through the length of the Citadel, past the stables, over the bridge that crossed his new koi pond, through his new front door, and into the foyer to his new living room—where he startled the housekeeper again. "Oh! Hello, Master Adam!" she gasped. "You surprised me!" "Just call me Adam. My mistress wouldn't approve of you calling me master. Are you still working?" "Mistress Darlene said I could change out of my uniform so it wouldn't get dirty." In her tank top and denim cutoffs, the housekeeper's legs looked as long as he had remembered. She set down the putty knife and the spackel she had been holding. "I was hoping to have the bullet holes repaired before you got home, but I'm afraid there's more of them than I thought." She looked embarrassed. "I got carried away this morning." "I think you've earned the day off." She smiled. "Thanks, I'll finish this and call it a day." Adam climbed the stairs, walked down the hall, and quietly entered the bedroom. He gazed around the suite, from the hot tub to the bed, remembering how it had filled him with dread a few months ago. Now the sight of it enticed him. "I'm here, mistress," he announced, although he didn't know where she was. "How may I please you?" "You already have," she answered from the balcony. Framed by French doors, with the ocean behind her and wearing only a smile, she stood behind translucent curtains in anticipation of his arrival. He pulled back the curtains and stepped onto the balcony to be with her. "You've earned a special reward," she continued. "Tonight there will be no commands, no ropes, and no chains. Just a beautiful sunset, a warm bed, and you, and me." She put her arms around him. "And maybe the housekeeper," Eve teased. "She's kind of cute." They laughed. And they kissed. By the time the sun set, they were no longer watching it. There would be another one tomorrow. And there would be many tomorrows. * This may seem like the end, but it is not. In a faraway land only a few people know, there is a place called Oasis. It was once the home to a sisterhood that studied unusual arts of love, but now they no longer need it. Now it is the home of a most unusual mistress whose name was once Monica. The Oasis provides the mistress with everything she needs. There is a beautiful house where she lives. There is a stream which provides fresh mountain water. There is an orchard and a garden where she gathers food. For her other needs, there is a courier from a nearby village who—according to a prior arrangement with the Marstonite Sisterhood—makes periodic visits and delivers whatever items the mistress requires for her comfort. The mistress is not shy, nor is she ever lonely. Sometimes she has a handsome visitor from the outside world, sometimes more than one at a time—but only by invitation. Above all, the Oasis provides the mistress with privacy. In addition to the beautiful house, the mountain stream, the orchard, the garden, and all the privacy she desires, she also has two ponies who hate her very much. Kathy and Helga have not always been ponies. They became that way only after many, many years of being very, very bad. They arrived in a pair of boxes after their mistress had given them something that had made them sleep for a very long time. They had awoken, stiff and sore, wearing the pony suits which they wear to this day. The suits include boots and mittens which resemble hooves and which prevent them from using their fingers and toes to perform mischief. They include bits for their mouths which are removed only for feeding, and only if they have been good, which isn't very often. And they include tight-fitting bodysuits with only two openings (which can never be closed)—one for their heads, and the other between their legs for necessary functions and services. The ponies hate their suits almost as much as they hate their mistress. For the first few days, they complained loudly, asking, "When can we take these damn costumes off?" "Why, never," their mistress had replied, "because you're ponies now. And while you were sleeping, I had your zippers sewn shut." Even more than they hate their suits and their mistress, the ponies hate each other. They blame and curse each other for their current misfortune whenever their bits are removed—which isn't really very often. The rest of the time they spend hitting and kicking each other with their hooves whenever they're together—which is always. Every day their mistress hooks the ponies to a sulky and goes for a ride exploring every corner of the Oasis (which the ponies also hate). Sometimes their mistress will tell one pony that she has to be lashed extra hard because she's gotten fatter than the other one. It doesn't have to be true. Their mistress knows how important it is to keep a pony motivated. And the ponies never ask why their lives have come to this. They know. They always know. But sometimes one will cry, "Mistress Monica, have mercy! We didn't realize we had been so cruel!" And their mistress will whisper in reply, "I've told you not to call me that. I am not Mistress Monica anymore. From now on, I am Mistress Payback. And what you've heard about me is true. "I . . . am . . . a . . . bi i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i itch!" And so ends the strange story of Mistress Kathy and her Wicked Protégé. Mistress Katie Ch. 1 I had been working at my new job for about 2 weeks when a note popped up on my desk. It said: "Be my slave. Mistress Katie" That's all. So needless to say my interest was piqued. But I did not know if it was a joke or what. I assumed that Katie was Katherine, my boss. It just seemed so unlike her. My boss was a 42 year old brunette, and a more serious woman I have never met. She is quite tall and muscular for a woman, her breasts small but firm. Well, that's what I eventually found out, anyway. We had barely exchanged two words that did not relate to our jobs. I thought she just saw me as her assistant, not as a man. I knew she was not married, I had just assumed that she put her career first. As for myself, I am 25 years old, 6'3", 180lbs and I have a beautiful wife, Cheryl. We were happily married. But those five little words on that note sent shivers down my back like I had never felt before. Obviously I had heard of the whole S&M scene, but never really thought about it. But suddenly the thought of being a slave was stiffening my cock. But what if this was a joke played on me by a coworker? The smart thing would be to just forget about it...but what if it was legitimate. How could I let her know that I might be interested? I decided to bite the bullet. I wrote on the back of the note: "How?" and left it on her desk. The next day I showed up at work having practically forgotten about the note. I sat down at my desk when my phone rang. "Jason? Can you come and see me for a sec?" Katherine said. "Sure, Ms. Elliot. I will be right in." Since early morning meetings between the two of us were not unusual events, I thought nothing of her request. I walked into her office and the first thing I noticed was that her hair was down. She usually wears her curly, black hair up in a tight bun, but she had it down and it reached her shoulders. It looked incredible on her. "Yes, Ms. Elliot?" "Close the door behind you, Jason. Good. Come on in, grab a chair." So I did. I grabbed one of the chairs in front of her massive oak desk and waited for her to iniate the meeting. "So, Jason. I found your note on my desk." That is when I remembered the previous days happenings. I could not believe I had actually believed that the note was from her. I started to blush furiously. "Oh god...I am so sorry, Ms. Elliot...I did not mean anything by it." I said. "What a shame..." I stopped breathing. "Do you mean that...are you saying that it WAS you that left the note?" She nodded, an evil grin on her face. I should specify something, yes, the grin was evil but it also had the effect of making my cock fully erect. "Still interested, Jason?" I could only nod my head. "Your wife won't mind?" The grin back on her face. "She does not have to know." "Good. But are you really ready for this? You don't even know what I expect...what being my slave entails." "To tell you the truth, Ms. Elliot..." "Call me Mistress, Slave." "Yes...Mistress...as I was saying I am willing to do whatever it takes." "Very good. I should tell you that there are a couple of you applying for the position of being my new slave. My old one was not satisfactory so I got rid of him last week. So...what are your limits?" "Excuse me? I'm not sure what you mean..." "Oh my...you really are new at this. Ok...how far will you go? How much pain will you take?" "Again, Ms....Mistress.... I will do ANYTHING." "Very good answer. Now stand up...let me take a look at you." I did what she requested, thinking how easy this is going to be. "Well isn't somebody happy! It doesn't take much to get you going, does it Jason?" I blushed. "I guess not Mistress" "No matter. Strip." "Excuse me?" "I don't repeat myself, Slave." A frown appearing on her face. So, again, I did what she requested. I took all of my clothes off, leaving me butt naked in front of her, with a massive erection. She stood up, walking around me. "Very nice. You keep in shape, don't you Jason? I like that in a slave." She wrapped her hand around my cock, giving it a few pulls. "Long, thick and firm. Again, very nice. You are pleasing me, Slave." "Thank you, Miss." "Master!!" She called out loud. Immediately, her chauffeur walked in from her private suite. I panicked, tried to hide my privates, but James did not look shocked, the opposite actually. "Jason, meet MY master...James." I did not know what to do, so I did the only thing could think of. I walked up to him and offered my hand for a handshake. He violently brushed it away. "How dare you Slave? You are nothing. You're a potential slave of MY slave. I am just here to help decide who Katie should pick, but you will not address me again." "I am so sorry, Master. I have not taught him all the etiquettes yet. It will not happen again." Katie said, glaring at me. "It better not. Take your clothes off, Katie." And my boss started to strip in front of James and I. First her blouse, then her skirt, her bra and finally her purple lace panties. Her body was magnificent. It was in better shape at 42 than most 20 year olds. Long muscular legs, leading up to a firm ass, and a shaved pussy. Her abs were very prominent on her stomach and her breasts were small but very firm. God, I wanted her. Almost unconsciously my hand drifted to my cock, when Katie noticed it and slapped hard in the face. I fell back against the desk. "I did not say you could touch yourself, Slave. Don't ever try that again." Katie said, before turning to her own Master. "Good, Katie. Be strict. He seems very undisciplined, but he does appreciate a beautiful woman when he sees one. We have that in common, don't be too harsh on him." "Yes, Master." I could not believe this was happening. There we were, three grown adults, two of us naked, one in a chauffeur uniform. How would it look if anyone walked in? "Follow me into the suite...both of you." James ordered. My mistress started to follow him, and I followed her. We entered the room and I shut the door behind me. I looked around and could not believe what I was seeing. I have never been allowed to enter this room before, and now I knew why. There were torture weapons all around the room: shackles on the wall, ceiling, a bed with shackles, and so much more that I cannot describe since I had no clue what there were for. But now I know. I have learnt to appreciate everything in that room. But I am getting ahead of myself. Suddenly Katie grabs my arms, dragging me to the wall shackles. I do not resist. She ties my hands and legs into the shackles, James just sitting on the bed, observing everything. "I will now teach when and when not to cum, Slave." My Mistress said, on her way down to her knees. She wrapped her glorious lips around my swollen cock, proceeding to suck on it, to lick it...pretty much giving me the blow job of my life. I could not believe how good it felt. It felt so good that in a matter of minutes I could not stop myself and I came in her mouth. She quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth, before it had finished to spurt, and grabbed something from the floor. "How dare you cum before I tell you to!!" Throwing back the whip and hitting me hard with it. I yelled out in pain, begging for forgiveness. She whipped me five times before James said: "That's enough, Katie. I need you. Come suck my cock" "Yes, Master." She finally stopped whipping me and walked towards James, who had stripped during the whole experience. She got back down on her knees and started sucking her Masters cock. "Watch and learn, Jason. And please feel free to touch yourself if you must." James said. So I watched. And I watched. I could not believe everything that Katie was doing with her Masters cock, things that would of made me cum in seconds. After about fifteen minutes my cock was hard again, so I tried to wrap my hand around it, but finally realized that my hands were still tied up. So cruel. It was another fifteen minutes before James moaned out loud and came, Katie pulling out his cock and letting the cum spurt all over her face and tits. He just kept cumming, but who wouldn't after a 30 minute blow job. He finally exhausted himself, cum all over her. She started to spread with her hands, licking it off when James said: "Stop it, Katie. We'll get your slave to do that, he has to get used to the taste of cum." He got up, untied me, and dragged me to the bed, where Katie was still kneeling. "Clean your Mistress, slave." I lied down facing her. She had her eyes closed, a grin on her face. She had cum all over her face and tits, dripping from her nipples. That's where I Stared, I wrapped my lips around her left nipple, sucking on it, swallowing Cum for the first time. I almost gagged at first, but as I kept licking her Breast, cleaning it, I started to get used to the warm, salty substance. So I started to lick her more enthusiastically, enjoying the feel of her skin. She was enjoying this as much as I was, moaning in pleasure. Once her Breasts were clear of cum, I moved on to her face, my tongue licking her Lips. I felt her quickly part them, and touch my tongue with hers. The Thought that James was watching all of this was turning me on even more. Once I had licked his cum from her face, she opened her eyes and stared at Me. "Very good, Jason. But I am feeling a little neglected...taste me." "Yes, Miss." She lied down on the bed, spreading her legs apart. I kneeled down at the end of the bed and placed my head in-between her muscular legs. My tongue reached her wetness...and boy was she wet. I pushed my tongue deep inside of her, swallowing all of her juices. My tongue explored all of her pussy, interior and exterior. I did everything trick that I knew, and after 15 minutes or so I felt her body shudder, and heard her yell out loud. She started to cum in my mouth, I quickly looked up for the first time and noticed that she had her hand wrapped around James cock, and that he was cumming all over her stomach. She had been stroking him the whole time. Once both orgasms were over, I sat back, not knowing what would come next. I just knew one thing, I needed to cum very badly. She looked down at me and said: "You've performed adequately for a first-timer, Slave. But this is only the beginning. Are you still interested in being my slave?" "Yes, Miss." She smiled. "Good. Maybe you are ready for what comes next then." She reached back and hit a switch on the wall. The door opened and in walked two of my co-workers, Jenny and Randy both only wearing leather underwear, which included belts and buckles. What have I gotten myself into? To Be Continued... Mistress Katie Ch. 2 Jenny was a short, curvy blonde with the biggest tits in the company. I had caught myself staring at her cleavage a few times since I started. She was wearing a black leather thong, with studded bra, with holes so that her quarter sized nipples showed through. There were belts and buckles on her thongs and bra. She worked at reception. Randy was a tall brown haired accountant. He was also wearing a black thong, but with a hole in it so that his massive cock hung out. I could not believe I was looking at these two. What were they doing here? What were their relationships to Katie and James. I was about to find out. "Jason, meet your fellow slaves. You are the third and last of my slaves for now. I will give you one last chance to back out..." Katie said. I shook my head. "I have found a new reason to live, Mistress. I was put on this planet to do your bidding...to pleasure you and whoever you want me to pleasure. It would be my honour if you would accept me as your slave." I said, hoping I had worded it right. "Very well said, Jason. I think I have done well in choosing you. As a reward for your great behaviour, I will give you permission to put your cock in me. Would that make you happy, Jason?" "More than anything, Miss." She once again laid herself down on the bed and spread her legs. I stood up and lay my body on top of her, slowly slipping my erect dick inside of her wet pussy. It felt so fucking good. I started to slowly fuck her, moving my cock in and out, Katie coaxing me with sexy words: "Oh yeah, Jason. That cock of yours feels so good in my pussy. Push it harder...aaahhh...yesss...by the way, my other two slaves are watching. It is such a turn on to have an audience...harder....mmmmhhh..." I quickly look around in the middle of my thrust and notice that Jenny and Randy are standing right next to the bed, touching themselves. Randy has his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly; while Jenny has slipped two of her fingers in a slit in her thongs that I had not noticed earlier. I used to think that I could never perfom with people watching me, but I found that it just made me harder. So I started fucking Katie even harder, using my whole body behind my thrusts. I knew I was hurting her, but I did not care, nor apparently did she, since she was yelling in ecstasy. A few minutes later I could not hold it back any longer, and I shot my load in her, groaning out loud. Suddenly Katie pushes me off her body and unto the floor. "How dare you, Slave? Did you hear me say that you could cum!! Obviously you are a slow learner. Randy! Pick him up and tie him to the wall." I felt strong hands picking me up, dragging me to the far wall and tie me up in the same bindings as I was before. That is when I noticed that there were only four of us in the room, James must have left while I was fucking Katie. By the time I am tied up, Katie is standing in front of me, wearing what looks like a leather one-piece bathing suit, but again the belts and buckles are featured everywhere. She puts a ball gag in my mouth and proceeds to whip me. After 10 minutes or so I faint. I wake up to find Jenny, naked, tied to the bed. I look around the room, not knowing how long I have been out. Not knowing if its day or night. But not caring. Not even caring if my wife is worried. I have a new life now...something I have needed for a long time. "Hi Jason. I'm glad she picked you as her new slave." Jenny said. I tried to respond but the gag was still in my mouth. "Don't try to talk, it will just hurt you. You must have been surprised to see me walk into the room, hey? Quiet little Jenny...who would have guessed. I 've been her slave for over a year now...she is a great Mistress...James can be a prick, but Mistress Katie is super. She was a bit hard on you there...but its just because she has high hopes for you. She has had her eye on you since she hired you. And I must admit that I was really hoping you would accept..." She said, blushing. I could not believe what I was hearing. This had been planned? This gorgeous woman on the bed wanted me? I looked at her body...really observing it for the first time. Like I said she was short, but very curvy. A little on the plump side...but it was in all the right places. Her breasts were spread over her chest, a sure sign of real tits, and her pussy was shaved in the shape of a heart. And since her legs were splayed apart, I had a great view of her pussy... what I would not give to be right there. The door opened, and in walked Katie, with Randy on four legs, a leash around his throat. She had a stick in her hand with which she kept hitting Randys ass, prodding him along. "Stop right there, Randy. Why don't you eat out Jenny while I talk to our newest slave." Randy moved to the end of the bed and proceeded to lick Jenny's pussy, as she was writhing in pleasure. I felt a curious pang of jealousy. Katie walked up to me, removed my gag and said: "So...have you learned your lesson?" "Yes, Miss. It will never happen again." "I hope not." She moved her lips right up to my ears and whispered: "But you should know something...I have never been fucked as good before. I will be requiring your services more regularly than my other two slaves. I will hire someone to replace your position in the company, I want you in this room, ready for me all the time. And there will be a lot of overtime involved...you might not get home until very late on some evening, depending on my needs. Will you or your wife mind?" I thought about it 2 seconds. "I will make sure she does not mind, and if she does, then I will leave her. I would be honoured to be your full-time slave, Mistress Katie." She grinned and said, still whispering: "You have made me very happy, Jason. Very happy. Tell me...what do you think of me? I want your complete honesty, Jason...I will be able to tell if you lie." I was glad I did not have to lie. "You are possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Mistress. My cock goes hard everytime you walk in the room. And I have never seen a sexier naked woman, Mistress...you have an incredible body." "Wow...I actually think you meant that. You better watch it, Jason. I might want you all to myself." "I would want nothing more, Mistress." "Do you know what you are saying? When i say all to myself, I mean that. You would not be allowed to touch any other women...not even your wife. You would actually have to leave her. And even Jenny here, I saw you staring at her when I walked in, you would never be able to touch her. Do you still mean what you said?" Again, I only had to think about it for a couple of seconds. "Yes, Miss. I can leave my wife when i get home tonight." She started to laugh. "You are full of surprises, Jason. But I will accept your offer. You are now mine...and nobody elses. " And she proceeded to untie me from the wall. I sat down on a chair, as she went to grab Randy using his leash. "I am done with you for the day, Randy. I will be right back, Jason." And she led Randy out of the room. I looked over to the bed and noticed that Jenny was still there, untied. She was staring right at me, two fingers in her pussy. "She won't be back for about 10 minutes, Jason. Wanna play while the cat's away?" "I better not, Jenny. Sorry." She got up and walked over to me, getting down on her knees. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke it. "C'mon...we could have a lot fun...mmmmmhhhh...you have such a nice cock...what I would not give to have it deep in my cunt." She started to pick up the pace, my cock responding by getting harder. With a self-control I never knew I had I brushed her hand away. "Stop it, Jenny. I can't. I am Katie's, and only Katie's." "The bitch...she can be so fucking selfish. But can you really resist me, Jason?" She said, as she wrapped her lips around my now swollen cock. I grab her head and push her away, not knowing if I was being smart or incredibly stupid. She fell on the floor, glaring at me, probably never having been denied by a man before. "Fine...your loss." And she went back to the bed, pouting. We stayed like that for another 10 minutes before Katie came back alone. She looked down at Jenny, who nodded. "Well...well Jason. You ARE full of surprises. You are the first slave to have passed this test. All previous 9 men have let Jenny give them a blow job. Congratulations, Jason...you are all now mine. Jenny, leave. Jason, go lie down on the bed." She said with a wolfish grin on her face. I obeyed her and lied down on the bed. She walked over, stripping on her way. And as soon as I saw her naked body, my cock was rock hard again. "Get ready for the time of your life, Slave..." I was ready. (to be con't) Mistress Katie Supervises Ch. 01 Three weeks. It had been a long three weeks for Michael since his last orgasm. Since Domina had strapped him to the bed, teased and milked him to an intense orgasm. She'd eased the thick prostate massager into his tight ass and used it to heighten his arousal. Smiling as his cock throbbed and dripped, while she played with only his nipples and his ass, teasing him just the way she knew he needed. Finally she'd lowered her mouth to his dripping cock and sucked his load into her mouth. But she did not swallow it. She never did. As soon as he came, even while his muscles were still straining against the ropes from the intensity of his orgasm, she kissed him. Her strong tongue pushing his own hot cum into his mouth. Submissively, obediently, he accepted her kiss. Lovingly he sucked her thrusting tongue to clean it, consuming every drop of his fluids. But that was three weeks ago. As he knew she must, Domina's attentions had returned to her studies. And Michael was permitted to play on line with Mistress Katie. Katie knew all of his secrets and kinky desires. She knew what was in his toy box. And she knew that Domina let him chat, and that he was required to provide his chats to Domina afterwards. Katie also knew that she when she played with Michael, he was to be in locked in chastity cage. Mistress Katie also enjoyed making Michael ride an anal plug when she teased him in chat. She knew what plugs he had to choose from, and how to guide him to new and larger toys as she took his arousal to new heights. But she had also added one more little detail. A dripping slut's cock can be so messy. So Mistress Katie required Michael to wear a condom inside his chastity cage, capturing every drop of pre-cum during hours of hot chat. There would be no orgasms in that condom, because those were denied by Domina. But sometimes, after long hot sessions, the combination of desire, arousal and a slut riding his prostate massaging plug, that condom might receive a large helping of fluids when conditions came together to drain him completely of his prostate fluids. Mistress Katie enjoyed taking her slut to that point of submission. Teasing his mind and body until his involuntary riding of the plug took control and drained him dry. Three long weeks. Not a single orgasm. Evenings spent in chastity and often in hot chat with Mistress Katie. Michael would choose no other way to spend his evenings when Domina's attention needed to be elsewhere without distraction. Michael found the birthday card on his computer keyboard when he got home that Thursday night. As she often did, Domina had slid into bed before he came home late in the evening from one of his occasional work nights. Domina had celebrated his birthday with him earlier that day with a pleasant much out, so an extra card was a surprise. He was refreshing his computer screen as he opened the card, and was pleasantly surprised to see the card's front image. A pair of very sexy heels. Open toed pumps, probably 4 or 5 inches in height at the heel. The leather in a bold black and white zebra print, with the edges of the sole edge a bright red, a colour that was matched in the slender heels themselves. Tearing his eyes from the sexy shoes on the front, Michael opened the card. He quickly read Domina's note: "Happy Birthday Slut, you will find that Mistress Katie has some instructions for you. I expect you to behave for her. Love, Domina." Michael felt a stirring in his balls. The slightest suggestion could be a trigger for a raging erection after so long without cumming, and he knew he wasn't appropriately prepared. Obediently, he put the card down, and diverted his thoughts as he went to prepare himself for Mistress Katie's message which, undoubtedly, he would find on his computer. A few minutes later he returned to his desk, wearing a Curve chastity cage, with a condom encasing his cock within the cage's confining shape. He also inserted a prostate massaging anal plug because he knew that was normally expected of him when he was chatting on line. Mistress Katie called it having her slut "bagged, caged and plugged." The weight of the Curve chastity device encasing his cock like a comfortable friend. The feel of the cage was less confinement than it was reassurance that he was following Domina's will. Chatting might be permitted, but only if Domina's terms were met. With her attentions needed for her studies, Michael was not about to risk his privileges by not following orders. The prostate massager pressed in all the right places, or just the right place, as Michael sat in his desk chair. His legs spread to accommodate the bulk of the chastity cage. His chastity, whether controlled by the cage or, as it was most of the time, by his faithfulness to Domina, was most meaningful when periods of chastity were followed by intense and memorable orgasms under Domina's control. Knowing these sessions were to occur at the mercy of her own busy schedule ensured that other means of arousal only meant that his frustration and need would build slowly until those times she took him in hand for a long slow teasing session. Michael turned to his computer and, as expected, found an e-mail waiting from his online temptress, Mistress Katie. He rocked slowly on the massager and felt his cock twitch in its confinement as he opened it. Happy Birthday slut, By now Domina should have told you to expect this e-mail. There are instructions for you in the attached file, but you are not to read them unless you are bagged, caged and plugged. Thinking kinky thoughts, Mistress Katie Already prepared as his online Mistress desired, Michael turned his attention to the attached file: Hello my little slut, Domina has given me permission to play with you in person if I so wish, and I think it may be time to start preparing you for her absence this summer for her studies. Domina and I have decided that a weekly visit for your supervision should be sufficient, subject to change at her preference. There will, however, be a few rules for you to follow. Failure to adhere to these rules will result in losing your periods of supervision. Firstly, and while this should not need to be said, I will do so for clarity between us. You will not masturbate or do anything to cause an orgasm for yourself while Domina is away. Any orgasms you experience will be at the express permission of, or caused by, Domina or myself. Secondly, any time that you are home and alone, you will be wearing your cage. You will wear a condom inside your cage to catch any dripping whenever we chat on line, and you will insert a plug for our chats. Next, I would like you to plan to write a new story for Literotica each week, you will be caged and plugged for any writing sessions. You may expect that I will be visiting once each week to check on your obedience to Domina's wishes. I will test this by your response to various stimuli, assessing response time and intensity. With Domina's permission I may allow you an orgasm at these sessions if you prove to be sufficiently obedient. If I am not satisfied with your performance, I will be following Domina's expressed wishes to leave you locked up for another week until my following visit. And one last thing to ponder my little slut, you will be consuming every drop of cum I decide to feed you. Domina suggested you should have one opportunity to turn down this proposal, which you may do with an e-mail to Her and I within the next few minutes. If we do not see that e-mail (and I truly do not expect to), we shall assume that you accept this proposal, and I shall look forward to our next chat, and my first visit. Think kinky thoughts slut, Mistress Katie Michael squirmed in his chair as his mind raced through the many possibilities the letter suggested to his kinky mind. Focused as he was, he started slightly as Domina's hands landed on his shoulders. "Well," Domina said, "should I leave you to write a response?" "No ma'am," he quickly replied, as her hands slid down his chest. He gasped softly as her fingertips teased his hardening nipples. He squirmed on the plug in his ass and he felt a droplet of precum ooze through the constrained shaft of his cock. Michael groaned softly as his head leaned back against Domina's soft breasts. Her fingers tormented his nipples as the plug rubbed against his prostate, matching the sensual torment of her hands. "You'll have to behave if you want Katie to visit," she said, "consider her visits a privilege you'll lose if you fail to follow any of the instructions she or I give you." "Yes ma'am," Michael moaned, "I will behave." "You'd better," his wife replied, "or I'll have her lock that cock of yours up and keep the keys until I get home at the end of the summer." At the thought of the fate she mentioned, Michael drew breath sharply between pursed lips. The thought of such a long period of locked chastity as punishment was certainly something to be avoided and he was determined to be on his best behaviour between Mistress Katie's weekly visits. "Now," Domina said, "I want you naked and on the bed in five minutes. You're going to spend the next little while strapped down while you think about Mistress Katie supervising your behavior while I'm gone." "Yes ma'am," Michael responded immediately. Obediently he tagged his computer as 'away' and headed for the master bedroom The alternative designation 'Mistress bedroom' ran through his mind again as it did at such times. In their bedroom, he stripped off his shorts and t-shirt. Wearing his locked cock cage, the prostate massager still in his ass, he quickly put on the soft pet collars they used as manacles. As each closing buckle snapped shut they were each one more small step further into the state of submission he enjoyed when he was under Domina's control. He crawled onto the bed and lay on the towel laid down the centre of the king-size mattress. As he knew he should, he spread his arms and legs to make it easier for Domina to latch the binding straps if she chose to do so. Domina walked into the room a few minutes later. She smiled as she neared the bed and placed on knee up on the mattress. leaning over, she kissed her submissive husband on the lips, sliding her strong tongue between his parted lips. Michael moaned softly at her kiss, his eyes closing as he focussed on her touch. Rising, Domina took the blindfold from the bedside table and slid it down over Michael's eyes. Next, she brought each binding strap up from the corners of the bed's platform where they were always ready for use and snapped them onto the d-rings on the wrist and ankle manacles he wore. She smiled as she thought of what the cleaning ladies must think when they swept around those straps every few weeks. Once Michael was secured to the four corners of the bed, Domina sat beside his chest and let the fingers of one hand caress and tease his sensitive nipples. Michael moaned, his chest rising to meet her touch. Finishing the teasing of his nipples with a sharp pinch of each, eliciting a pair of gasps, Domina moved her attentions down his body. She caressed his balls, the skin of his scrotum slightly taut from the constriction of the chastity cage's locking rings. She teased the smooth skin of his balls with he fingertips, and then very gently drew her nails over the shaved skin as she measured his reactions. Lastly her fingers slid downwards between his thighs. She grasped the end of the prostate massager and carefully rocked it inside his tight ass. She smiled as the effect of the massager on his sensitive prostate was immediately evident by the reaction of his hips and the straining of his confined cock. Michael's mind was field with erotic images and thoughts as Domina played with his bound body. Her touch was sensual and soft, but he knew the strength her hands were capable of, and had experienced the spankings to prove it. He was lost in the imagery set off by her touch when she stopped and he felt her get off the bed. Listening intently, Michael tried to determine what Domina was doing after she got off the bed. Was she choosing a new toy for his bottom? Was she getting the key to open the lock and release his straining cock? The answer, as the next sounds he heard proved to him, were unexpected. He listened as Domina dialed the phone, the electronic beep of each number being pressed striking him as out of place compared to their past bondage sessions. Michael felt Domina sit beside his bound body once more as she waited for the phone to be answered. Her hand returned to stroke and tease his hard nipples as she started to speak. "Hello Katie, how are you tonight." "Yes, he read the note .... no, you won't be getting any message asking not to play. He's decided he'll accept whatever we have in store for him." "Oh he's very willing, he's right here beside me ... yes, just as we discussed, locked, plugged and strapped down. Would you like to see him?" "Twenty minutes, that's fine ..... he's not going anywhere." "See you soon sweetie." Michael listened as Domina released the call with a press of a single button. Her fingers closed on one of his nipples and he gasped at the sharpness of her pinching fingertips as she spoke. "Mistress Katie is coming to visit. If you behave like a good little slut, maybe we'll unlock that little cock and let him out to play. But don't think that opening that lock guarantees an orgasm, you can still end up back in your cage tonight .... and very frustrated besides." "Yes ma'am," Michael whispered. "Now," she said as she stood, "you just lie here and relax. Maybe we'll have a cup of tea before we come up." Michael listened to Domina cross the room and heard the door close softly as she went out to wait for Katie. Lying in the darkness afforded by his blindfold, Michael's mind reviewed the contents of Mistress Katie's note setting out the rules for his intended visits during Domina's absence over two months of studies away. He also thought of the many late chats he had had with his online Mistress, his straining cock dripping in its cage, and every drop collected by the condoms she instructed him to wear under the cage. Michael licked his lips as he recalled the nights Mistress Katie had made him suck the collected precum from his condom after she had teased him for hours on line. And his ass clenched the prostate massager, feeling its intimate touch with each flex of his hips. While his mind was fully engaged with such erotic thoughts he occasionally felt a droplet of precum ooze through his constrained cock, adding to the juices already collected there since reading Katie's note. He was caught be surprise when the door opened. He hadn't heard their approach in the hall and was slightly startled when the ladies entered and he heard Mistress Katie soft gasp as seeing him strapped to the bed. "Well, doesn't he just look delicious," he heard Katie's soft voice say. "Yes," replied Domina, "he is a good little slut, and ready to be obedient for his Mistress Katie." Fingers suddenly stroked his balls, but he didn't know which women was touching him. He could sense them moving around him, and leaning over the bed, but unless they spoke he wouldn't know which lady was where. The fingers kept massaging his balls and another hand gently lifted the his cock in its chastity cage. He heard Mistress Katie's voice from between his legs. "This is a fiendish little device, isn't it?" she asked. "It does keep him under control," Domina responded, "and it's an effective reminder that a good slut lets his ladies control his erections, and his orgasms." "Yes," Katie replied, "it would do that. Can we open it?" "Certainly we can, all the better for us to monitor the effects of the massager in his bottom." Michael felt the lock being opened that held the Curve secured on his cock. The cage portion slid off and he felt the locking ring the went behind his balls being opened and slid away. Strong fingers grasped his cock, which was quickly growing erect, and slid the condom from its head. "I see we've been dripping like a messy little slut," Domina spoke, and then to Katie, "Would you like to feed our slut?" "Oh yes," Katie responded and Michael felt her rise from the bed between his legs and move around the bed to sit beside him. But he couldn't see as she took the condom from Domina and deftly inverted it around the three middle fingers of her right hand. "Open wide slut," she instructed. Michael obediently followed her instruction and immediately felt those fingers, cased in the condom, and dripping with his own precum slide between his lips. She slowly slid her fingers in and out of Michael's mouth, feeling him suck the juices from the condom. "He is an obedient little slut, isn't he?" "And ever more so when he's horny and wants to cum," Domina replied. As Michael continued to suck on Katie's fingers he felt Domina's hand slide between his legs. She grasped the massager and slowly moved its head back and forth over his prostate. The ladies watched the immediate effect it had on his cock as it grew to almost seven hard inches, the precum seeping from its tip and slowly running down the straining shaft. "Look at the mess you're making," she said as she teased her submissive husband, "I don't know if Mistress Katie will want to supervise such a messy slut." "Oh, I am sure I'll survive," Katie responded in the same light tone, "after all, he does know that messy sluts are expected to clean up their own messes." "Yes, he does know that, it's all part of his kinky needs." "Mmmmm," Katie said, "then we shall have to make sure he's well fed at least once a week if he behaves." "If he behaves," Domina replied, "that will be the test. Well slut, will you behave for Mistress Katie?" "Yes ma'am," Michael replied hoarsely as Katie slipped her fingers from his mouth to let him respond to his wife. "Good answer," Domina said, and for that you might even get to cum today. Would you like that?" "Yes please, ma'am." "Then perhaps you should ask Mistress Katie, since I'm letting her control your orgasms once I'm away, you should start asking her whenever she visits us." "Please Mistress Katie, may your slut cum today?" Katie chuckled, "Perhaps little slut, perhaps, but first I want to see what toys Domina likes to use on you and after we see what effects they have, maybe we'll see if three weeks has been a good wait for you." "Thank you Mistress," Michael replied as he felt a weight being placed on the bed beside his leg. "Let's see what we have in this toybag," Domina said. She took a number of toys from the bag to see Katie's reactions until Katie responded excitedly. "Oh, that one looks like fun, can we try that." "Yes we can," Domina replied, "he likes this one." Unseen through his blindfold, Michael wondered what toy they were discussing. Domina held a flexible anal probe. Molded in a single piece with a handle to offer greater control of the toy, the slender curving shaft ended in a rounded head designed for massaging a submissive's sensitive prostate. "You'll find it to be quite effective for milking him drop by drop if that how you choose to play with him." "Mmmmmm," Katie replied, "that does sound like fun, and it could be a long, slow torment for a little slut too." Katie watched as Domina reached under his ass and slowly drew the prostate massager from his ass. Bright red in colour, she held it up to show Katie. Mistress Katie Supervises Ch. 01 "That's the one he rides when you two chat," she explained, "I think he likes it most of all." "Oh, I know that one well," Katie chuckled, "I just hadn't been introduced to it in person yet. He'll be spending a lot of time riding that one while you're away." "I'm sure he will," Domina replied, "and while he is he'll be thinking of you doing this ...." And she slipped the head of the anal probe into Michael's well lubed asshole. He groaned deeply as her practiced hands slid the head over his sensitive prostate. His cock throbbed and bounced with the muscular reactions in his loins, precum dripping in a steady stream. Katie's fingers stroked his hard nipples as the anal probe focused his erotic attention completely on the feelings of an impending orgasm, one which was completely at the whim of his beautiful tormentors. "It does have quite an effect, doesn't it" Katie whispered hoarsely. "Oh yes, would you like to try it?" "May I." "Of course, he'll only be experiencing it if you choose to use it while I'll be away. So come and see how it feels." The probe slipped from his ass as Michael felt the ladies change places. Domina sat beside her bound husband and leaned over to kiss him deeply. "Behave nicely for Mistress Katie," she whispered, "and maybe she'll let you cum." "Yes ma'am," Michael replied, his whisper hoarse, as Domina sat up and her hand began to tease his hard nipples. He sighed deeply as he felt Mistress Katie's finger guide the probe back into his bottom. He moaned repeatedly as she explored the most effective ways to move its firm head back and forth over his prostate. "Such a good boy," she said as she watched his cock throb and drip from her actions, Has he been good lately, Domina, does he deserve to cum?" "Oh, I suppose we could let him, if you want to make him cum," Domina responded quietly, "but first, you may want to let him feel a bigger toy while you do." Michael didn't see the smiles the ladies exchanged. He only felt the probe slide slowly out of his ass. And a moment later the lubricated head of much thicker dildo pressed against his ass. He groaned deeply as the thick head stretched and opened his ass and the sound in his throat turned to a lusty moan as he felt the veined shaft slide deep. "There, now he's ready," he heard Domina chuckle. Katie repositioned herself to sit between his legs with her own legs spread and over his thighs. She leaned forward to touch his throbbing cock. Her fingertips slowly stroked the shaft, sliding in the copious precum that lubricated his hard cock Smiling, she pressed his hard cock against his stomach and gently started massaging the bottom side of his hard shaft with her fingertips. Teasing ever so gently as Michael began to moan and squirm. "Let's see how long it takes this way," Mistress Katie whispered. Mistress Katie Supervises Ch. 02 Michael remembered drifting in and out of sleep, exhausted from the long tease and intense orgasm that Domina had allowed Mistress Katie to give him. It had been Mistress Katie's first visit as she and Domina discussed the need for Domina's slut to receive periodic supervision at Mistress Katie's hands while Domina was away at her summer university session. Domina had strapped Michael to their king-sized bed, securely locked in his Curve chastity cage and his favourite prostate massaging anal plug deep in his ass. While he adjusted to the bondage, Domina had invited Mistress Katie to join them. The two ladies had then teased their slut thoroughly, until his cock, released from its confinement, throbbing and dripping, had exploded all over his stomach as Mistress Katie stroked it with the gentlest of teasing touches. As Mistress Katie has stroked and teased his cock, Domina would reach down from her position on the bed beside her slut husband. Domina would stroke her fingers through the collected drippings under Michael's cock head and then feed those dripping to him. Michael sucked eagerly, cleaning his own juices from his wife's fingers as the ladies exchanged smiles at his submissive responses. "Such an obedient cum slut, isn't he," Mistress Katie observed. "Oh yes," Domina replied, "if he's not sucking it from my fingers, then he's accepting it back from my mouth whenever I suck his little cock." Mistress Katie smiled as her fingers continued to trace the sensitive shape of Michael's sic and a half hard inches of throbbing cock. She'd kept him on the very edge of cumming for half an hour with the softest touch of her fingertips and the straining redness of his cock was most pronounced. "It's not so little," she said. "Perhaps not," Domina chuckled, but if you slid a dildo the size of his own cock into his ass, he'd soon be asking for a bigger one." "So true," Katie replied, "he does like a thick cock in his ass, it's a good thing you have such a well-stocked toy box." With that she pressed the thick dildo that was in his ass a little deeper. Michael feel the moulded balls at the base of the shaft press against his skin as Mistress Katie paused in stroking his cock. "I think he's ready," she said to Domina, "are you letting his cum today, or shall we let him wait?" Michael moaned deeply at the thought of his dominant wife and her friend, who had been his on-line Mistress and was now progressing to new physical domination, stopping at this point and making him wait. His hips flexed involuntarily as he tried to renew contact with Mistress Katie's hands. Katie saw his motions and pulled her hands back, smiling as she watched his frantic attempts to fuck the air above him, His straining cock deep red from well-teased frustration, with droplets of precum continuing to run down the thick shaft. "Yes," Domina pronounced, "please make him cum, and then you can see how our little slut will suck up every drop we feed him." With that, Mistress Katie pressed Michael cock against his stomach. As she sat between his legs, she held his cock still with one hand, while the fingertips of the other, slick with precum, rapidly stroked the bottom of his shaft and the sensitive edge of his cock head. It no time at all, Michaels gasped and groaned as he felt his long denied orgasm start to pulse through his hard shaft. Almost whimpering from the intense feeling of that release, he felt his cum spurt onto his stomach as Katie milked every drop from him. After his orgasm, Mistress Katie slid off the bed from her position between his legs. Moving to the side she sat on the mattress beside his chest, opposite his wife Domina who was sitting on his other side. Alternately, the two ladies slid their fingers through the cum on Michael's stomach, and then sliding the cum soaked fingertips into his waiting mouth. Michael moaned softly as he tasted his own juices from the hands of his two mistresses. Once he had finished his slut's cleaning duties, they had left him tied to the bed. Spreading a sheet over him so that he wouldn't get chilled, the ladies went downstairs where, over tea, they planned Katie's supervision of their slut during Domina's upcoming absence. That was three days ago. Since then Michael had helped Domina load her Honda for her long trip to the university where she went for her summer's studies. Seven weeks they would be apart. Domina would be fully occupied by her courses, leaving her little time to attend to the erotic supervision Michael enjoyed. And so Mistress Katie would be checking up on him. Michael had become Katie's on-line slut over the preceding year. Domina had allowed him to play while she studied, She also reviewed his chats for her own amusement and to ensure he was being appropriately submissive as his chat partners desired. But for the next seven weeks, Michael would be at Mistress Katie's tender mercies. The ladies had discussed a variety of possibilities, combining on-line teasing with erotic tasks and personal visits to ensure that Michael remained horny and wanting until his wide Domina returned. Katie might even milk his cock on occasion to feed him his dripping cum, if he behaved himself for her in Domina's absence. And now it was three days since he watched Domina drive off early one morning. he'd exchanged a few comments with Mistress Katie on line but her own weekend was busy so Michael had plenty of time to dwell on the possibilities. And then, Monday morning he found a note from Mistress Katie waiting for him in his e-mail. Dear Slut mikey, Tomorrow I will have time to drop by and see you. I don't know my schedule right now, but it could be any time between noon and six. When I do get there, I will expect to see you in your chastity cage. In fact, I'd like you to start wearing it when you get this message. Mistress Katie Michael's cock twitched as he read the note and his mind reviewed the many ways Mistress Katie might choose to play with him when she visited. Obediently he went and got the chastity cage, locking it securely in place as he began to contemplate his upcoming visit from his Mistress. That evening he had a short chat with Mistress Katie. She checked to make sure he was locked in his chastity cage according to her instructions, and she encouraged him to spend an hour or more riding his favourite prostate massager. She hardly needed to suggest that, Michael willingly did so whenever he was caged or when he was working on a Literotica story for her. Mistress Katie teased her slut on line as he rocked on his anal plug, promising him a special visit the next day and asking him to describe how much his cock was straining and ripping in its cage. Michael told her how the dripping precum was soaking his balls and she chuckled at this. "That's why I keep you bagged with a condo under that cage when we play for an evening," she said, "because you can be such a messy little slut." Horny, frustrated and still locked in his cage, Michael had a fitful night. Standing in the shower the next morning he let the flowing water clean his caged cock through the many slots in the cage's body. 'Between noon and six was all that ran through his mind. He wondered if he should lay out any toys for Mistress but decided he would ensure they were ready but that laying any toys out might be too bold. The next day he was at his computer well before noon, watching for any messages from Mistress Katie. But none appeared. Finally, about two pm, the phone rang. "Hello slut," he heard Mistress Katie soft voice, "are you behaving yourself?" "Yes ma'am," he replied, his voice hoarse with anticipation. "Good, I'll be there in a few minutes." "I am ready Mistress." "No, I don't think you are quite ready, but here's what I want you to do. Leave the front door locked, Domina has given me a key. I want you naked except for your cage, your blindfold and your red prostate massager, laying face up on the bed with your cuffs on. I want to be able to just walk in and fasten the straps. Is that understood?" "Yes Mistress," Michael answered, almost breathless with the anticipation of a visit with bondage and play. "Very well, you have five minutes to be ready." Michael started as he heard a car pull into the driveway as Mistress Katie spoke her last comments. He moved quickly to the bedroom, stripping his few clothes as he went and tossing them into a laundry basket. Working quickly he clipped the soft manacles on wrists and ankles. Then he lubed the massager and slipped it into his tight ass. Lastly he slid the blindfold over his eyes and lay back on the bed as he heard the front door open. Michael listened as he heard Mistress Katie move through the house to the bedroom. Her heels clicking on the wood floors as she walked won the hallway and into the room. He sighed softly as he felt her hands clip each of the four straps at the corners of the bed to the manacles on his wrists and ankles. And he turned his face toward her as he felt his mistress it on the mattress beside him. "Hello slut," Katie said. "Hello Mistress," thank you for coming." "Don't thank me yet," she responded, placing one finger across his lips, "we're not done yet." Mistress Katie stretched out beside her slut. Turning his towards her own she gently kissed him, then drew back before speaking. "Since you can't see me, perhaps I will tell you what I'm wearing," she began, "I'm wearing a loose cream-coloured blouse over a very nice red bra. You can't quite see through the blouse, but there are enough buttons undone to give a glimpse of lace for someone who watches my cleavage. And I am wearing a short skirt, cut above my knee. It's a nice soft grey material, pleated like a schoolgirls so it has lots of room for movement. But you wont find the matching panties underneath, because I'm not wearing any. Nothing down there but bare skin, all nice and smooth because hubby shaved it fresh this morning for me. On my legs I'm wearing some nice smooth stockings that come almost up to my pussy, can you feel how smooth they are when I slide my leg over yours?" "Mmmm, yes ma'am," Michael replied, picturing his sexy Mistress dressed as she described. Katie reached up to stroke one fingertip around Michaels' lips. As his tongue tried to lick her finger she responded by sliding it into his mouth. She slid her finger in and out of his pursed lips, imagining him sucking his cum from that finger. Sliding her finger from his mouth, she traced his body down over his nipples, his stomach and to his cock where it was secured in his chastity cage. Smiling, she shifted herself to place her head on his stomach inches from his cock. She lifted the confining cage and he felt the warmth of her hand and her breath through the gaps in the cage's body. "It's so nice when it's all locked up," she said, "that way you can't get into any trouble." Shifting again, Katie threw one leg over Michael's chest so that she was sitting astride his body, facing his feet. Slowly she leaned forward and pushed her ass closer and closer to his face. Before she reached her final position she flipped her skirt up above her waist and then slid back to settle her wet pussy right on Michael's mouth. "Lick my pussy, slut," she moaned. Michael knew this might be his only way to get his cock unlocked and stroked, so he eagerly licked his mistress' warm wet pussy. His tongue slid all over the smooth skin, slipping up and down her lips and repeatedly sliding as deep inside as he could reach. As she pushed backwards her clit rose to where he could lick and suck it easily. Katie's flowing juices showed how close she was to cumming, and it didn't take long for his tongue to bring her off. Michael held still as Katie came, her juices dripping onto his face. As she relaxed back into position he continued his oral services. It took even less time for her next orgasm and his cock strained in its cage as he listened to his mistress come a second time from his tongue. Sliding off his chest, Mistress Katie swung around and lowered her lips to Michael. Licking his chin, she tasted herself on her slut, smiling as he tried to meet her with a responding kiss. But she kept moving and rode to kneel over him. She surveyed her horny slut's naked body. Strapped down, locked in the Curve chastity cage, and a nice prostate massager filling his ass. Smiling she eased herself into a sitting position beside him and slid his blindfold off his eyes. "Well, aren't you the good little slut." she said, "just because you hope I'll play with your dripping little cock, you'll let me strap you down and ride your tongue. And you love it, don't you mikey? "Yes ma'am," her slut groaned in return. "Good, because I like it when you're all horny and obedient." With that, Katie slid off the bed and went to the bottom of the mattress. As Michael watched she sat between his legs and again gently lifted his caged cock. She softly stroked his exposed balls, giving a good-natured 'tsk tsk' as her fingertips became wet with his dripping precum. Michael watched as she licked her lips and then sucked his juices from her fingers. Slowly she reached into the pocket of her blouse and drew out a small brass key. Michael's eyes lit up at the prospect of his sexy mistress releasing his cock and playing with it. He drew a deep breath as she inserted the key and turned it, unlocking the small padlock. But she didn't take the padlock off the cage. Instead she reached back into her pocket and pulled out a small plastic tag. It took a minute for Michael to realize its purpose and before he could say anything the lock was removed and the numbered self-locking plastic tag in its place. "There," Mistress Katie said, "I didn't have enough time to play with your thoroughly today, but I didn't want you to lose that sexy edge. So that will keep you all nice and locked away until my next visit. I should be able to fit you into my schedule again in a day or two. And don't think you can cut it off and replace it; I wrote down the tag number, so I will know if you misbehave." "I'll untie you now, " Katie continued, "you can just lay here until you hear me go. Keep thinking kinky thoughts and I'll see you very soon. But, before I go, is there anything you want to say." "Yes ma'am," Michael replied, "thank you Mistress." Mistress Katie Supervises Ch. 03 Michael was mowing the lawn when she called. Slowly he had been crossing the small lawn, pushing the mower at comfortable pace chosen to avoid sweating too much in the warm summer afternoon heat. The quiet mower whirred, clipping the few grass blades that had grown tall enough to reach its rotating blades. Luckily, the mower did not prevent him from hearing the cell phone in his pocket when it rang. "Hello slut," he heard Mistress Katie's voice in his ear, "are you behaving yourself?" "Hello Mistress Katie," he spoke softly, glancing towards the fences around the yard to see if he had been overheard, "yes ma'am, I have been behaving?" "Good boy, not too uncomfortable after only two days in your cage are you?" "No Mistress," Michael whispered, " I am comfortable." "Wonderful, clean yourself up, prepare yourself like last time, and I'll be there in an hour." "Yes ma'am," he responded eagerly, his imagination causing his cock to throb slightly in its confinement. Michael was tending house alone while his wife Domina was away for seven weeks of summer classes. She had arranged for Mistress Katie to visit occasionally and to ensure Michael was behaving himself, which really meant to ensure his continuing arousal and frustration with teasing and chastity play. Two days earlier, Mistress Katie had visited, and after a thorough teasing session during which she enjoyed two very nice orgasms while Michael throbbed in his cage, she had left him locked in his chastity device. Normally, his Mistress wife would trust him to keep the key to his chastity cage, trusting him to remove it when physical activities or hygiene dictated it to be a sensible course of action. But not this time, Mistress Katie had removed the lock, replacing it with a numbered plastic tag that he couldn't remove without destroying the tag, or the trust placed in him to wait for release. The psychological difference that small plastic tag made was palpable. It tormented Michael with a devilish balance between being trusted with a key to his chastity cage, and being locked up with the key under Mistress Katie's control. The tag might be easily removable, but he would only do that in an emergency. Until Mistress Katie returned to remove it, he would submit to Domina's will and behave himself for Mistress Katie. Not knowing how long he'd have to wait was all part of the tease, slowly building anticipation could be so delicious when the potential rewards could be so intense. Locking the mower in the garden shed, Michael went into the house to shower. He stood under the warm water, feeling it flow over his muscles as his mind raced over the many possibilities which a visit from Mistress Katie might bring. His cock, secure in the cage, throbbed as the water ran through the holes in the plastic to wash his cock within its confinement. Michael recalled Mistress Katie's instructions from her last visit. He had been ordered to be naked, with wrist and ankle manacles in place, blindfolded, and, with his cock already caged, laying on Domina's king-size bed. He lay on the bed, listening, as Mistress Katie had let herself in with the key Domina had given her. She had only to clip the straps on the four corners of the bed to his manacles to secure him for teasing. And then she had played with her bound slut, teasing him and his caged cock as she rode his tongue to two delightful orgasms for herself. Finally, before she released him from his bondage, Mistress Katie had removed the lock from his cage and replaced it with that devilish little plastic tag. Michael's cock throbbed in its cage as he thought of Mistress Katie's teasing. He wondered if he was going to be released during this visit, or if it would lead to a further period of chastity. Either way, he found the anticipation arousing in itself, and he would submit to Mistress Katie's desires. Michael's ears perked up when he heard the front door close. Mistress Katie's heels clicked on the wood floor as she came down the hall into the master bedroom. He remained still and silent as she wordlessly secured him to the bed with the four straps, snapping each one onto his wrist and ankle manacles and ensuring they were tight enough to satisfy her preferences. Once that was done he felt her lower herself onto the bed beside him. "Hello slut," she whispered, "did you miss me?" "Yes Mistress," Michael replied. "I bet you thought about me playing with your cock, didn't you?" "Yes ma'am," he replied hoarsely, "I did." "Have you been good enough to deserve cumming today?" "I have tried to behave Mistress, but it is your decision if I have been good enough." "Mmmmm, that's right," Mistress Katie chuckled, "and I haven't quite decided yet. Perhaps we'll see how much fun I can have with you first." Michael moaned softly as he felt Mistress Katie's fingertips slowly explore his chest. As her fingertips circled his nipples, his chest rose to meet her touch. She smiled, unseen by him, as she teased and pinched each nipple, her pussy moistening at his submissive reaction to her alternating gentle and stern touches. Without warning Mistress Katie stopped and rolled away from her bound slut. Easing herself off the bed she slipped her heels off so that Michael could not track her movements around the room by their clicking heels. Working quickly, she opened her bag and brought out the things she needed for her plan. Some items she placed between Michael spread legs; others went on a chair at the foot of the bed. Michael's only clue that something was going on was hearing water being run in the en-suite bathroom until, as a final preparatory step, Mistress Katie slipped off his blindfold. Michael looked up at his dominant Mistress. She stood beside the bed, dressed in a set of pale blue nurse's scrubs. In one hand she held the blindfold she had just removed from his eyes, and in the other a pair of bandage scissors. "You'll see," she announced, "that I intend to cut the tag and remove your cage. I do expect you to behave and there will be no cumming without permission. Understood?" "Yes ma'am," Michael responded quickly. "And you may be wondering," she continued, "why I am dressed like this. It's because we have some maintenance to do before we play. You just need to be quiet, lie still and let me work." With that she turned and moved to the foot of the large bed. Sitting between his legs she leaned forward and he listened as the heavy scissors snapped the heavy plastic strap on the locking tag. Michael moaned softly as he felt Mistress Katie dismantle and remove the chastity cage from his cock. She placed the pieces of the cage on the Mattress as she removed them. Working quickly, Mistress Katie caught Michael's eye as the cage itself slid off his cock. She held up a sturdy metal ring, only one inch across and then slid it over the head of his growing cock to rest in the groove just behind the head. Following two days of confinement; the release from the cage, her warm hands on his cock, and his growing arousal meant his cock was quickly straining to reach a full erection. Michael gasped as he felt the tight ring encircling the head of his straining cock. He moaned and his body quivered as he felt Mistress Katie's fingernails stroke gently across the sensitive head. "There we go," she said, "that should be tight enough to keep you from dripping for now, and it won't be on long enough for us to worry about circulation. But, we do need to take care of this stubble before we do anything else." Michael moaned as he felt a warm wet cloth wrap itself around his balls. The nurses' scrubs Mistress Katie wore were her own, and she demonstrated a practised hand as she lathered and shaved his pubic area, his balls and down between his upper thighs. As she finished her task, Michael moaned again as she massaged a gentle cream into his newly smooth skin. He watched as a she leaned over to inspect his cock. "See," she said, "not a drop leaked out." Michael watched as she delicately kissed the tip of his cock with her bright red lips. "Now," she continued, "give me a minute while I clean up here." Michael tried to relax on the bed as Mistress Katie put away her shaving supplies. The cool air on his drying skin had its own erotic feel and his cock continued to strain against the tight ring behind its head. He turned his head when he heard Mistress Katie's heels once again on the floor. The clicking sound as she moved about the room was a reminder of her dominant position, and his place under her control. Mistress Katie returned to the bedside, her appearance now greatly changed. She wore a tight black leather corset with white striping down each of the lines where the corset's internal boning lay, and a tidy row of white buttons ran down the centre front of the corset. Beneath the corset was a short grey skirt reaching to mid-thigh, and bare legs showed beneath the skirt's hem. As Michael watched, she reached down to unsnap the bondage strap from the manacle on his left wrist. Mistress Katie went around the bed releasing him she gave him is next instructions. "I want you standing at the foot of the bed once you are free. Hands behind your back, and no talking." Michael moved as ordered as soon as the last snap came free. He stood at the bottom centre of the bed, about a foot from the edge of the mattress with his feet spread and his hands behind him as ordered. Mistress Katie moved to slide between him and the bed to sit on the edge of the mattress. The sensitive head of his hard cock brushed against her corset as she moved into her own position and he bit back an involuntary groan as she sat down directly in front of him. Michael looked down at her large soft breasts as they bulged deliciously over the top of her tight corset. He gasped as he felt Mistress Katie's hands grasp his balls and gently tug them downwards. "Now," she said, "what are we going to do with you?" "Well, first, I guess," she continued, "we'll have to take this ring off." Mistress Katie slid one hand down to grasp tightly around the base of Michael's hard cock. With the other strong hand she gripped the tight metal ring and popped it off over the head of his cock. She chuckled as a sudden flood of pent up precum flowed out over her fingers. She then smiled as she reached up to slip the ring between Michael's lips. "Clean that up slut," she directed. Michael sucked his juices from the ring as he watched Mistress Katie consider her dripping fingers and then wipe them across the tops of her soft breasts. She then picked up an open condom wrapper from the bed beside her and unrolled the condom over Michael's hard cock. Next she took a stretchy silicone cock ring and, stretching it to a sufficient width, slid it over his cock to the base of the condom. A second silicon ring went around his cock just behind the head replacing, but not as confining as, the metal ring. Lastly, she picked up a handful of elastic hair bands and, one by one, stretched them over his balls to constrain and stretch his scrotum until there was a layer of elastic an inch wide holding his balls away from is body. While each hair band might not provide much restrain, in sufficient numbers they created a presence that would not be easily ignored. "There," Mistress Katie pronounced, "that should contain those messy drips for now." "Kneel slut," she directed, and Michael lowered himself to his knees between Mistress Katie's thighs. Feeling her warm thighs against his sides, he watched his Mistress and waited as her fingers again explored his hard nipples. Eventually she reached up and took the metal ring from his mouth. "Good boy," she said, "now you still have some messy drips to clean up." Instinctively, Michael looked at her breasts, his eyes following the wet streak she has spread across her bosom. Obediently, he let her guide his mouth to her soft skin and diligently licked up his precum, sucking gently at her skin to clean up every drop. Carefully, thoroughly, Michael licked up every drop of his smeared drippings. As he submitted to her desires he felt his cock throbbing in its latex confinement and he felt each drop of precum as his muscular contractions forced it past the tight rings. "Very good slut, but you missed some." Michael searched her breasts for the missing droplets. Not finding any, his eyes rose to meet Mistress Katie's, a questioning look on his face. Smiling, she raised a finger up, indicating a readiness to point it out. His eyes followed that finger as it crossed to the centre of her breasts, slid down her cleavage to the top of the corset, and continued downward. Michael watched as she indicated a long wet line that ran down the inside of her right calf and ended at her instep. "Finish your job," she said. Obediently, Michael lowered himself until he could start licking his juices from Mistress Katie's leg. With her guidance as she directed him lower and lower, he ended up laying on the floor as he cleaned her right instep with his tongue. "Much better," Mistress Katie announced as he finished cleaning her foot of his drippings, "and since you have been so good with your tongue so far, we will continue with your oral training. But first, kneel on the bed." She moved to one side as Michael stood and moved forward to kneel on the edge of the bed. Mistress Katie instructed him to lean forward on hands and knees, and then gently spread his knees even wider. She caressed his hard cock through the confining condom and cock rings, smiling as she saw the dripping precum already starting to collect in the reservoir tip. She teased his balls, stroking her fingernails across the stretched smooth skin as Michael quivered under her touch. He froze as he felt Mistress Katie's hands slide over his ass. Her thumb slid down his crack and he moaned as she gently massaged his anus with the ball of her thumb. "We wouldn't want to be ignoring slut's needs here, would we?" she asked. "No Mistress," Michael responded. He remained in position as he listened to Mistress Katie moving around the room. The rustling sound, he guessed, was her looking through his toy bag for an appropriate toy. The snap of an opening squeeze bottle cap told him that she had made her choice. The lube was cool and soothing as she massaged it into his ass, her finger gently opening him for the toy. Then, he felt the blunt head of the plug pushing against his sphincter. He moaned softly as it slipped inside, his submission and need relaxing the muscles enough for an easy insertion. Michael breathed deeply as he felt the larger head slip past the ring of muscle and then the shaft of the plug held him open as its bottom flange came to rest against his skin. "There," Mistress Katie said cheerily, "everyone loves a nicely plugged slut, it helps to remind them to behave themselves when their asses are filled." Wiping her hands on a handy towel. Mistress Katie moved to climb on the bed in front of her kneeling slut. Having removed her skirt, she was naked from the waist down as she made herself comfortable while he watched. Michael licked his lips as she spread her legs and her smooth shaven pubes revealed the wetness of her pussy. "God," Mistress Katie, groaned, "I have been waiting for this. Now lick me slut." Obediently, Michael lowered his hungry tongue to his Mistress' wet pussy. Delicately, he stroked the tip of his tongue along each of her pussy lips, following them from bottom to top. After reaching the top of his second slow stroke, the tip of his tongue softly circled his Mistress' clit. Mistress Katie groaned deeply. She grabbed her slut's head with both hands. Her legs opened even wider and her hips raised as she pushed his mouth between her wet lips. "I said lick my pussy slut!," the urgency of her need overwhelming her personal control. Michael thrust his tongue deeply between Mistress Katie's pussy lips. He heard her hiss of pleasure as her juices coated his tongue and ran down his chin. Again and again he thrust with his tongue, fucking her hot pussy as deeply as he could as she held his face tight to her pussy. Moving upwards he wrapped his lips around his Mistress' hard clit. Sucking and licking, he felt her whole body stiffen as her first orgasm washed over her body. Michael steadied himself, licking faster, as Mistress Katie's hands flew off his head and, outstretched, gripped the bedclothes tightly. He lapped at her pussy lips as she rode out her orgasm. Then, as Mistress Katie regained control he felt her hands on his head once more. "Again," she ordered, as she pressed his mouth tightly against her pussy again. Michael diligently began licking his Mistress' pussy again. With long slow strokes, his tongue spread her lips and he began lapping at her sweet juices. As his chin once more started dripping with his Mistress sweet juices, Michael slip upwards to gently suck on her had clit. Feeling and hearing her responses, he carefully offered her more of those actions that brought the strongest responses from her. An he knew his tongue was on target as her hands gripped the back of his head and she began riding her pussy against his mouth. Michael thrust his tongue between Mistress Katie's lip as she came, her lips pressed hard against his, and her juices flowed into his mouth to coat his tongue with their flavour. Mistress Katie groaned deeply as her second orgasm subsided. She pushed her slut's mouth away from her sensitive pussy and struggled to slow her breathing. As she relaxed she drew Michael up to lay beside her. As he moved into the position she directed, she fed one erect nipple into his mouth. "Suck gently," she whispered. Michael followed her gentle instruction as he felt her fingers wrap around his latex clad cock. Softly she gripped and stroked his erection, enough to maintain his arousal and frustration, but not sufficient to bring him any closer to his own desired orgasm. Michael softly sucked his Mistress' nipples, alternating between them as she pulled one from his lips only to replace it with the other. As she fed him her hard nipples, she continued to toy with his dripping cock, keeping it hard and occasionally stroking it between her fingertips to milk the precum from the shaft into the condom's tip. Mistress Katie took the tip of the condom between her fingertips. Smiling, she felt the slippery precum inside the tip as she worked it between her fingers, he mind imagining the ways she might feed these collected juices to her horny slut. But first, she thought, it was time to add to the drippings in the condom's tip. "Enough my little slut," she announced, "I want you back on your knees." As Mistress Katie slid off the bed, Michael rolled onto his hands and knees. With knees spread and feet at the edge of the bed, he exposed himself to his Mistress' view and touch. Mistress Katie walked slowly to the foot of the bed. She examined her slut as she decided her next move. Gently, she reached out to caress her slut's exposed ass. As Michael moaned in response to her touch, one hand slid down to grip his exposed balls below the elastics holding them away from his body. "Quiet slut," she instructed, "or I'll find something to gag you with." "Yes ma'am," Michael whispered in response, determining to obey his Mistress. "Good boy." Michael strained to remain quiet as Mistress Katie continued to massage his tight balls. Her other hand stroked his ass and her fingertips slid up and down the crack of his ass. Gently she pressed the plug deeper into his ass, alternating with gripping the edges of its base to twist it in the tightness of his bottom. "It's time for something more interesting here, I think," Mistress Katie said. Michael held his position as he felt Mistress Katie move off the bed. He listened to her rummage around in the toy bag Mistress Katie Supervises Ch. 03 "Ah," she said after a minute of looking through the collection of toys, "this is just what we need." She returned to the bed and Michael listened as the lubricant tube was opened, the closed. He felt Mistress Katie's fingers grip the plug in his ass and slide it from his ass. Immediately, he felt the head of the new toy pressing against his sphincter and groaned softly as he felt its larger body slide into his relaxed ass. "Shhhh," Mistress Katie shushed her slut. Her hand again wrapped around his exposed balls, the firmness of her grips clearly dictating her desire for obedience. Michael froze, his ass clenching the new plug as he realized which toy his Mistress has selected. The thick prostate massager, it was carefully designed to roll it's head against his prostate. Any movement of the plug, whether influenced by his flexing muscles, his Mistress' teasing touch, or the actions of its base if he sat on it (as he often did at his computer) would accentuate his arousal and keep his hard cock dripping. "I see my slut likes his favourite red massager," Mistress Katie chuckled. Michael felt Mistress Katie hand release the grip she had on his balls. It was soon replaced by her hand wrapping around the latex covered shaft of his straining cock. At the same time, he felt the plug moving against the motion of his muscles as he took control of the thick shaft by the curved parts of its base. Katie smiled to herself as she felt the immediate effect her control of Michael's ass was felt in the throbbing of his hard cock. Gently, she took control of his response. Combining a slow rhythmic motion of the plug with a milking motion along his throbbing shaft, she worked drop after drop of precum through his hard shaft. Making herself comfortable behind her quivering slut, she adjusted her hand on his cock until the ball of her thumb was stroking down the centre line of the bottom of his shaft. With each slow delicate stroke, Mistress Katie could sense that she was pushing the cum through his straining cock, pushing it forward until the pressure forced each new droplet past the tight elastic cock ring just behind the head of his cock. Drop by drop, the precum leaking into the condom's head collected as Mistress Katie imagined feeding it to her slut. But it was not yet enough to satisfy her. She knew it had been almost a week since his last orgasm, and that she had kept him securely locked in his chastity cage for the last two days. That cage had long before trained him not to get erect while it was on, but its best effect was ensuring that his mind was continuously on his denied sexual desires, and his submission to she who held the key, either physically or metaphorically. He was a well trained little slut, and Mistress Katie knew he wouldn't cum without permission, no matter how long he was told to wait, with or without a locked chastity cage. While the cage was a useful device for play, for either a few hours or few days, her own arousal came from knowing he would willingly submit to waiting until his balls were milked of their contents, and anything she did to increase his frustration aroused them both. Methodically, Mistress Katie massaged Michael's prostate with the anal plug as she milked his shaft between the constricting cock rings. She deliberately avoided touching the sensitive head of his cock through the thin latex, and also avoided wrapping her hand around his cock to stroke it. The delicate touch of her fingertips, touching, squeezing and stroking ever so softly, was designed to tease and torment, to milk each drop of precum through his bound cock. As she stroked Michael's cock she matched the rhythm of her movements by the rolling of the head of the massaging plug over his prostate. The combination of sensations was having exactly the effect she sought. Michael was moaning softly, and probably not even realizing he was making a sound. His body quivered under his Mistress ministrations as the feeling of needing to cum built and built, always there but never quite enough to explode in spurts of cum into the condom. While Mistress Katie enjoyed the image of stroking her slut to an explosive orgasm, that was not her objective. Mistress Katie's plan was to drain her slut of his fluids. An effective prostate milking would take his fluids, diminish his ability to cum, but not remove his need to cum. That was how she wanted to leave her horny slut, drained but just as horny as when she arrived, leaving him to wait until she was ready to play with him again. And each time she teased him without taking him to a full orgasm, he would be that much more ready to submit to her kinky desires and ideas. Mistress Kate liked keeping a submissive slut so horny that he'd agree to anything for a chance to cum. Mistress Katie had decided on her plan long before she walked through the front door. She knew exactly how she wanted to leave her slut: drained, but desiring further play whenever she called on him to be ready again. As these things ran through her mind she continued to stroke Michaels' cock and work the massager against his prostate. Michael's soft moaning became almost continuous, and his body quivered again and again with pent-up lust and need. Mistress Katie could sense how close he was to a release, even if it wasn't the release he thought he wanted, it was the one she wanted for him. She resisted the temptation to change the pace of her movements, keeping them exactly as she had done for the ten or fifteen minutes since she had started. She felt his body freeze as every muscle went taught, listened to him panting hard as the sudden release overcame his body. She froze, her hand softly holding his pulsing cock as the fluids drained through his shaft. She felt the streaming juices with her fingertips through the thin latex. She held the massaging plug, moving its head ever so slightly back and forth where it rubbed against his prostate. And in this manner she took every ounce of his copious juices while denying him that orgasm he so much desired. Michael strained to remain on his hands and knees for his Mistress. With every muscle quivering he fought the urge to collapse on the bed. "Good boy," she said, "such a good boy for Mistress." Mistress Katie's hand slid down to feel the tip of the condom. Earlier it has been a small loose bag protruding almost two inches past the tip of his cock, slippery with his seeping pre-cum, but seeming almost excessively loose. Except for her original intentions it would have been. Now the condom tip seemed almost full, she smiled as she pictured his flood of fluids filling a shot glass, one that she would make him swallow and lick clean to get every drop. "Stay on your knees, " she instructed, "and turn around." Michael turned to face his Mistress, remaining on the mattress and kneeling upright. Mistress Katie smiled as she saw the complex emotions playing across his face, the physical feeling of the release by milking was conflicting with his still feeling horny and a need to cum. But, for now, any orgasm was denied in the near future by the removal of the necessary fluids from his body. Too dazed to completely conceal his slight disappointment, Michael focussed on the expected obedience for his continued submission, and that was the one thing he did know he wanted. Lastly, he knew that the terms of his submission were not his to set, and Mistress Katie so enjoyed playing with that little fact as she teased and tempted her slut to greater depths of submission, on line and off. Mistress Katie reached out to stroke Michael cock, still hard in the cock rings and condom, the fullness of the fluid filled condom tip pleased her and she fondled it gently. "Lay back," she said, "and spread." Slowly, Michael lowered himself onto his back. Centering himself on the mattress he spread his arms and legs towards the corners of the bed. He submitted quietly as Mistress Katie rounded the bed, clipping each strap to his wrist and ankle manacles. Once he was secured, she returned to sit between his legs. "First," she said, "lets give you a new toy to ride." Working quickly she slid the prostate massager from his ass and replaced it with a new toy. Thicker, he felt the well-lubed head open his ass as it slid inside. The shaft was heavily ridged and he moaned as he felt each one exercise his muscles on entry. And finally he felt his ass close on the smaller diameter of the shaft near the flaring base, the shape designed to hold the bulky dildo deep in his ass, just as his Mistress wanted. Once she had her slut's ass filled, Mistress Katie turned her mind to the next step in her plan. She sat beside her slut and inspected his cock to determine the best way to remove the full condom with its contents from his cock. Carefully, she lifted one edge of the lower elastic cock ring and, getting her fingertips under it, stretched it wide enough to slide up his cock and off over the other ring and the condom. Next, she paused to remove each hair band from their position around his balls until his scrotum hung loose and bare. Finally, she turned her attention to the condom and the second cock ring. Gripping them together, she let the lubrication of his juices around the head of his cock let her slide them off his shaft together. Carefully, she held the condom closed until she held it upright, holding its clear contents in their latex bag. With her other hand she stoked Michael semi-hard shaft, coating her fingers with the remnant of his leaking juices. She placed her wet hand over his mouth and, as son as he opened his lips, she slid her dripping finger into his sucking mouth and waiting until he had sucked them clean. "You are such an obedient slut," Mistress Katie pronounced as she slid he clean fingers from Michael's mouth, "but we still need to decide what to do with this little package. Shall I feed to to you slut?" "If Mistress desires," Michael replied politely. "Oh, I desire, it just remains for me to decide when, where and how." Mistress Katie dragged the condom, heavy with his fluids, across Michael's nipples, then across his lips. She smiled as hi s mouth opened and she lowered he full condom between his lips, just enough to watch his wet lips and tongue explore the container of his drippings until she drew it away again. "Maybe I'll save them and feed you a double load on my next visit," Mistress Katie mused, "or perhaps I'll drop in with my sister, and when we have a drink together yours will be a nice little shot of cum. And, as it coats your tongue and slides down your throat, you can wonder if she knows." Michael moaned softly at the images her words were painting in his horny and submissive mind. "But you've been such a good boy today," Mistress Katie continued, "and I think you deserve a treat. And I will even offer you a choice, do you want me to pour it into your mouth, or do you want to suck it up drop by drop?" Submissively, Michael responded, "It is not for me to choose Mistress, I will do as you desire." "A very good answer slut, and just the one I expected to hear from you." Mistress Katie reached to the nearby night table, turning back to Michael she placed a small clear plastic dish on his chest. He watched as she carefully upended the condom and poured his fluids into the dish. Then, she quickly flipped the condom inside out on the fingers of her left hand. Reaching toward he face, she smiled as he submissively opened her mouth to begin the task before him. She didn't draw her hand back until he had sucked the inside of the condom clean. Placing the condom aside, Mistress Katie turned her attention to her slut and his waiting drippings. Smiling, she dipped two fingertips in the slippery liquid as Michael watched. She lifted her dripping fingers, holding them over the bowl for a few seconds as the excess drained and then moved them over to drip into Michael's open mouth. Slowly she lowered her dripping fingers into his waiting mouth and watched as he diligently licked and sucked them clean of his own juices. She did this again and again, feeding Michael his juices, spreading the fluids on his waiting lips, thrusting her dripping fingers in and out of his hungry mouth. Teasing him. Feeding him. As she felt him sucking her fingers clean her other hand was busy between her legs. Softly she stroked her pussy as she fed her slut, and after a few minuted she held up the wet fingers of her other hand, sliding them into his mouth to let him taste how wet his Mistress was becoming as she played with and fed her horny slut. After Mistress Katie had fed Michael half the contents of the bowl from her fingers, she lifted the bowl from his chest. She met his eyes as he lifted it over his mouth and then lowered the rim to meet his lips. Michael held his mouth pen as his Mistress poured the remaining juices into his waiting mouth. "Swallow, my slut," she instructed, and watched as he did. "Now lick." As his tongue slid out between his lips she rotated the small bowl against it to feed him every last drop if its contents. "Such a good little slut," Katie chuckled. Having fed her slut all of his juices, Mistress Katie had satisfied her own plan for Michael's milking, and Domina's intentions for Michael's supervision. Checking the clock by the bed, Mistress Katie realized that she would soon have to end her visit, but not too suddenly. She knew that letting a sub down too quickly after play could be a cruel act, and she did want him feeling good and lusting for more from the second she walked out the door. Mistress Katie moved back to the bottom of the bed. Working quickly she slid the parts of the chastity cage and felt Michael's slight but noticeable reaction to the lock clicking in place. "This can stay in place until later I leave," she said, as she tapped the base of the firm dildo, "in fact, I think it should remain in for at least an hour after I'm gone." "Yes ma'am," Michael replied softly. "Good boy." Mistress Katie continued her preparations to depart. She dressed in a light blouse over her short grey skirt. The lace of her bra was clearly visible through the light fabric of the blouse. She sat beside Michael on the edge of the bed to unroll thigh high stockings up her legs and slipped her stilettos back on her feet. Packing her bag of toys, her last act was to unhook the four straps from Michael wrist and ankle manacles. "Leave them," she said as he reached to release the manacles' securing clips, "I like to see you wearing them." "Now," she continued, "it's time for me to go, come to the door and kiss me good-bye." Michael looked around, as if seeking clothes to cover his naked body before walking through the house. "No dear, just like you are," Mistress Katie said as she read his reactions to her instructions. Obediently, Michael followed Mistress Katie to the front door. She turned and surveyed her slut. Locked in his chastity cage, a nice thick dildo filling his ass and thin black manacles on wrists and ankles. "I do like that look for you," she said, "in fact, I think you should stay just like that for two more hours. Occupy yourself by reading Literotica, I'll expect an e-mail with at least a couple links to stories I may like." "Yes ma'am," Michael acknowledged her instructions. "Now, kiss me good-bye slut." Michael leaned forward to kiss his Mistress, but her finger met his lips and stopped his progress. "On your knees," she directed. Michael knelt, as Mistress Katie raised her skirt and pushed her hips forward. Obediently, Michael leaned forward to gently kiss her pussy. He sat back on his heels as she straightened up and dropped her skirt into place. "Thank you Mistress," he said softly. "You're welcome slut," she replied, "the key to your cage is in the freezer. If you take it out now, the ice should melt in an hour or two. No cheating." As Michael absorbed the meaning of her last comments, she slipped out the door and closed it quietly behind her. Slowly, Michael rose and went to his computer to fulfill his Mistress' instructions. Mistress Katie Supervises Ch. 04 Michael was sweeping the garage when Mistress Katie's car pulled into the driveway. Puzzled, he watched as she got out of car. She was dressed in a white knee length sundress with plenty of luscious cleavage exposed and a high-heeled pair of sandals. Smiling, she walked into the garage and approached her submissive. "Surprise," she said, "I know you weren't expecting me, but Domina and I decided it was time for me to play with my favourite slut again." "Yes ma'am," Michael whispered in response, unsure of how he was expected to behave in the open garage. Mistress Katie chuckled at his discomfort. "Close the door, and then get back here, strip and kneel as you should be greeting me." Moving as quickly as he dared, Michael hit the button to close the garage door and turned on the inside lights. Even as the door was not yet fully closed, he slipped off his old runners, drew his loose t-shirt over his head and slipped his shorts and underwear to the floor. His cock rose immediately, an unusual sensation when Mistress Katie normally expected him to be in his chastity cage. Naked as ordered, he approached his Mistress and knelt on the cold floor in front of her. Katie's heels clicked on the concrete floor as she walked around her naked submissive. She was supervising his sexual activities during the summer while his wife Domina was away at university. While her usual methods included online chats to tease him, and periodic visits announced well in advance to ensure he was prepared for her (that is to say, showered, shaven, and securely locked in his chastity cage), she and Domina had decided to change her routine to keep him off guard. Michael knelt quietly, the contact of his knees on the hard floor a very non-sensual torment, as he wondered what Mistress Katie had in mind. He felt the folds of her knee-length skirt brush against his skin and, without even realizing he was doing it, licked his lips as her delectable cleavage appeared before his eyes. Katie smiled as she watched the tip of Michael's tongue trace around his own lips. She imagined the places she'd like to have that tongue, if he was a well-behaved boy. Stopping in front of her kneeling slut, Katie slipped one foot from her black pumps, raising it to slide her toes against Michael's balls. "Well, don't they seem full, I guess you must have been behaving yourself since my last visit." "Yes ma'am, I have." "Good, you're supposed to." Reaching down, she took each of his nipples between her thumb and fingers. Squeezing gently, she gave him his instructions. "I want you showered, shaved, and locked in your cage within 30 minutes. When you are ready, call me at the Stag Shop, I'll be visiting with Miss Devon and will have more instructions for you when you call." "Yes Mistress Katie." "Good boy, now put your shorts on, let me out and you can go into the house after the garage door has closed again. You can close it after I'm out of the driveway." Michael quickly slid his shorts on and hit the button for the garage door. He watched as Katie slowly slid her toes into her empty shoe and turned on her heel to leave the garage into the bright sunlight. He watched as the muscles of her taut calves moved with each step she took; her short skirt swaying back and forth with her hips as she walked. Pausing beside the driver's door to her car, she spoke once more. "Thirty minutes," as she looked at her watch and slid behind the wheel. "Yes ma'am," Michael whispered to himself as he watched the car back into the street and move away. Immediately, he hit the button again to close the garage door and, without watching its progress, headed into the house to follow his instructions. His mind whirled with possibilities following his Mistress' visit. He wondered what she and Domina, his wife, had discussed to coordinate a surprise visit. Domina had graciously allowed him to be visited by Mistress Katie during the summer months of Domina's absence. Katie's playful toying with Michael mind, with chats and erotic tasks, and body, with infrequent but intense visits, kept his libido occupied, removing one distraction for Domina's required focus on her studies. Michael thought of the nights Katie kept him squirming on a prostate-massaging anal plug as they chatted. His cock securely locked in a chastity cage, a condom lining the cage causing every single drip of precum that oozed through his confined shaft. He imagined Mistress Katie squirming in her own chair as she instructed him to consume those dripping at the end of each evening, after which she invariably instructed him to go to bed once again without having the release of orgasm. As he showered he tried to avoid erotic thoughts to minimize the erection that would hinder sliding the cage on his cock for Mistress Katie. Michael moaned softly as he had to manipulate his hard cock as he shaved his balls clean for her. As he finished he turned the water cold, standing under it as much as he could bear to ensure he was soft enough to follow his instructions. As quickly as possible he was ready and, having clicked the lock shut, dialled the Stag Shop, the adult toy store where Mistress Katie had said she would be waiting. It was 27 minutes after Mistress Katie had driven away, by her watch. "Stag Shop, Devon speaking." "Hello Devon, may I please speak with Katie." "Is this Michael." "Yes, it is." "Since you are a slut, you will address me as Miss Devon," the soft yet firm command in her voice was unmistakeable. "Yes Miss Devon," Michael replied quickly, "please accept my apology, I meant no offence." "And how should you be asking for your Mistress." "I am sorry Miss Devon, is Mistress Katie there and may I speak with her?" "When she is ready. First, have you followed her instructions?" "Yes Miss Devon, I have." "So, tell me what you're wearing." Michael's mind squirmed at this request, he'd been introduced to Devon at her shop once by Mistress Katie, but he didn't know how much she knew about their games. "I am naked Miss Devon, as instructed." "Except ....," she led his next response. "Except a chastity cage on my cock Miss," he replied, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. "Good boy," Devon said, "Mistress Katie always said you were an obedient slut." "Thank you Miss Devon." "Oh you're not done yet little boy. Go back to the garage and wait for your Mistress. She should be back outside your garage any minute. When she honks, raise the door, and close it again behind her car. She will have further instructions for you once she arrives." "Yes Miss Devon," Michael replied obediently, his mind racing. "Good boy, see you soon" she responded, as the line went dead. Michael went back into the garage, sliding his feet into sandals to keep them clean after his shower. Doing his best to hide his nudity in the back corner of the garage he ht the button as a soon as he heard Mistress Katie honk from the driveway outside. He watched as her car slipped inside and, once he was sure the car was fully inside, he closed the door again. Michael watched as Mistress Katie got out of her car. He listened to her heels clicking on the hard concrete floor as she approached him. Holding out her hand she greeted him with a single word. "Key." Michael reached up and slipped the leather thong around his neck over his head. The small brass key to the lock on his chastity cage had dangled against his chest, waiting for this very command. He watched as she took it from his outstretched hand and slid it over her own head. Again, his tongue licked his lips as she watched the key settle into his Mistress' soft cleavage. "Come," she said, beckoning with a crooked finger to bring Micheal toward her car. Reaching into the open passenger side window she picked up something from the seat inside the car. Holding the items up, Michael saw that they consisted of a brightly coloured Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts which she handed to her submissive. "Put these one and get in." she said, as she made her way around to the Driver's side of the car and opened her own door before pausing to watch. Michael slipped his feet into the shorts, pulling them up to his waist. Fastening them by tying the drawstring, he instinctively slipped his hands into the front pockets to tuck in the pockets. As he did so he realized that both pockets were fully open at the bottom. His fingers brushed the skin of his thighs as he glanced at Mistress Katie. "I like it when you're accessible," she said. His mind churning with the possibilities, Michael slipped the shirt over his shoulders, leaving it hanging over his shorts he buttoned it up and slipped into the passenger seat as Katie entered the car from her side. "Hands behind your head," Mistress Katie instructed. As he linked his fingers to hold his hands behind his head, Michael felt Katie hands slide over his chest. She unbuttoned the shirt and spread it wide, giving herself access to his sensitive nipples. Careful in the confines of the car she crawled over to sit on Michael's lap, her fingers closing on his nipples to pinch and roll them until he gasped with each movement of her strong hands. "It makes me so hot to hear you moan for me Mikey," she whispered, "and I want to hear you moan a lot today. I bet your cock is straining in its cage, isn't it?" "Yes ma'am," he groaned. "Good, we want it hard and trying to drip while we play, it helps to remind a slut that he doesn't decide when he cums, right." "Yes Mistress," Michael whispered hoarsely. Leaving his shirt open, Katie slid back into the driver's seat, her skirt sliding up to reveal lacy stocking tops that Michael hadn't seen earlier. She smiled as he watched her smooth her skirt back out. Then she reached across, sliding her small hand into the opening of his pocket. He fingers slid through the open bottom of the pocket and quickly roamed over the cage securing his straining cock. He groaned as he felt her trim manicured nails lightly scrape over the smooth-shaven skin of his balls. His eyes closed as she checked just how accessible he was and a soft moan escaped his lips unbidden. Her hand withdrew without warning, followed by her next instruction. "Buckle up." Michael quickly did so, snapping the buckle closed. He looked across at Mistress Katie with curiosity as she hit a button on her garage door opener and and the garage door slid up behind them. She smiled back. "Domina and I set it before she went away. I could have opened the door for myself, but I preferred seeing you naked waiting for me as it oh so slowly went up and own." "Yes ma'am," he whispered, "as you desire." "That's right," she responded cheerily, "what ever I desire, and I desire to see you hot, horny, dripping and frustrated. Now be quiet and enjoy the ride." Sitting quietly, Michael watched the route unfold. He recognized the neighbourhood, but was surprised when Katie pulled the car into an alley and parked behind a low concrete block building. She snapped open her phone, dialled a number and simply announced their arrival to the recipient before closing the phone against her thigh. "Let's go," she said to her curious passenger. As they got out of the car, a metal security door opening in the wall just past the front bumper, and it all fell into place as he saw Miss Devon smiling at her friend Katie. Dressed in a light white sundress that flowed around her sexy body, Devon smiled as she saw Michael's gaze travel down to admire her legs exposed by the open front of the dress and her sexy white heels, which showed off the bright red polish on her toenails and were held in place by broad straps around her slender ankles. "You were right," she said to Katie as the new arrivals walked through the door, "he does notice nice shoes. I'm glad I slipped these on and didn't stay with my usual low heels for working the store." "Told you," Katie replied with a chuckle, "he's such a predictable slut. Is everything ready" "All set." Michael wondered what these ladies had in mind for him as he was led through the cluttered stockroom and into the shop. As always when he entered such stores, the many visible sex toys, lingerie and other items assaulted his imagination and kept him well distracted. He stood and took it all in, and was quickly shaken out of his reverie by the chuckling of the two ladies behind him. "Out of those sandals and get on your knees slut," Mistress Katie instructed. "Yes Mistress," he responded obediently. Even as he found his balance on his knees he felt a hood slide over his head. A half-hood of spandex with leather eyepieces, it balanced comfort with the guarantee that he would not see anything until it was removed. Next he felt his shirt being unbuttoned once again and slid from his shoulders. As it dropped to the floor the two women buckled manacles on each of his wrists. "Now the shorts," Katie announced. "Before you do," Devon responded, "may I?" "Of course, please be my guest," Katie replied, her voice showing that she was obviously amused. Michael gasped as he felt a hand slide quickly into his pocket. Fingertips brushed his thigh, then slowly explored the cage on his cock, feeling it's boundaries against his skin, testing its weight inside the loose shorts. He moaned softly as the hand cupped and massaged his heavy cum-filled balls. "Very nice," Devon pronounced, "I bet you'll take him everywhere in shorts just like those from now on." "Oh I will," Katie replied as she released the drawstring on the shorts and they fell to Michael's ankles, "they'll be just the thing for the next Munch I drag him to." Clipping the manacles together behind him, the ladies guided Michael to another part of the shop. With soft-spoken instructions and guiding hands, they helped him climb onto a bondage frame. As he lowered himself into place in accordance with their instructions, he felt the device support his shins and thighs in a forward leaning posture. They freed his hands to rest his forearms on padded sections and he felt his chest and chin come down to rest on soft surfaces. He also noticed that the position he was in exposed his bottom completely, and allowed his caged cock to swing freely between his spread thighs. Michael felt the two ladies hands on his body. They fastened straps over his calves and thighs, his forearms, and around his chest, securing him to the soft supporting framework. His position was almost as if he was seated, but leaning well forward, with his legs drawn outward and spread, but bending back at the knees. His head was lowered to rest his forehead on another smooth padded surface. One soft hand delicately massaged the back of his neck as he relaxed in the overwhelming submission that came with being securely bound and blindfolded. His body rested, because he would not fight the bondage his Mistress subjected him to. "All done," he heard Miss Devon say from a few feet in front of him, "shall we let him take a look?" "Why not," replied his Mistress, and he fingers slid up his neck to ease the hood off his head to uncover his eyes. "Welcome to my playroom," Devon said as she swept her hand back to show off her little dungeon. Michael blinked in the bright light of the shop. A variety of bondage furniture was located along the walls of the room, the room's close quarters required them to be used in turn. A few whips and paddles hung on one way, and on another an assortment of storage bins with labels Michael couldn't read without his glasses. He could imagine, however, that they weren't filled with sewing supplies or clothing. Twisting he head to see as much as he could, he saw a vanity sink in one corner, and beside it a small stainless steel cart, with multiple bottles of lube that he recognized and a large stack of rowels on its lower shelves. He realized he was in a private area, sectioned away from the main part of the store, but also that the walls were flimsy and the security protecting his presence noticeably absent. He would be exposed to any shoppers who wandered beyond the usual racks of dildos and lingerie. And exposed he was. Naked except for the confining straps holding him in place. He surveyed the rack he was attached to, noting that his position placed his exposed ass and genitals at a convenient height for play, and that the surface his head has rested on was, in fact a seat. Above him was a built-in chair, itself part of the same metal framework, it would allow the ladies to sit in front of his face, allowing them to direct his tongue on their pussies. The seat had a well padded raised back for its occupant to rest against, and even a set of adjustable stirrups where she could decide how to position her feet while riding the face of the chair's lower occupant. Michael's mind raced at the possibilities that chair provided for Mistress Katie and Miss Devon to tease and play with his bound body. He moaned softly as those images were accentuated by Mistress' finger stroking his had nipple. "I thought you'd like this," she whispered, "maybe you need one at home too for my visits." Yes, ma'am," he whispered hoarsely. "Now, you'll have to try to be quiet, the shop is still open and we don't want to be disturbing the customers." With that last admonition, Mistress Katie slipped the hood back over Michael head, leaving him in the dark to ponder his situation. Ana s he did so, his cock strained in its cage and the precum slowly dripped into the condom he wore for his Mistress. Once again he heard the small squeak of the hinges on the door to Miss Devon's shop playroom. Devon's heels clicked on the hard floor and he felt Mistress Katie move to meet her. "Are these what you wanted to start with," Devon asked Katie. "Oh yes, those will do just fine." Michael listened, trying to follow and deduce Mistress Katie's actions from the few sounds he heard. She was humming quietly to herself as she crossed the room, her heels leaving a trail of clicks that he could follow. Michael heard a quiet clatter as items landed on the top of the steel cart, and then the ominous sound of a single squeaky wheel as the cart moved to a position directly behind him. "First," he heard Katie speaking softly beside his ear, "we have to make sure you don't bother the customers." With that Michael felt the tip of a gag sliding across his lips. "Open wide," he was told. As it slipped inside he explored its shape as well as he could with his tongue as Mistress Katie buckled a restraining strap behind his head. With surprise he recognized the shape as a short, thick cock, filling his mouth. "It's been time to start training that mouth of yours for new tricks," Katie added, "so get comfortable, that may become a regular addition to our play when I'm not using your tongue for other things." Katie moved back between Michael's spread thighs. He felt her hands stroking his exposed ass. One hand travelled down between his legs, explored and lifted his caged cock and fondled the smoothness of his balls for a minute. Withdrawing, he heard the opening of a container and them gasped around the gag as the coolness of fresh lube was massaged into his asshole. "I know you've been waiting for this slut," Katie said softly, as her fingers explored and opened Michael's bottom. One, two, three fingers slid easily in and out of his horny ass. "Always so ready, such a slut you are." And suddenly the fingers were replaced with the firm thickness of a plug. She pushed and rotated the heavy latex shape, and Michael felt the resistance of his muscles as three large connected balls popped inside one by one until he felt the wide base against his bottom. "There, that will stretch you out my horny little slut." Mistress Katie Supervises Ch. 04 The clicking of heels, the small squeak of the door, and Devon's voice filled the room. "All the customers' are gone for now. We'll only have to be quiet for another hour before closing." "That's not a problem," Mistress Katie replied, "the gag was very effective while he was taking that plug you recommended." "I see you decided to go to the large size right away." "Yes, as soon as I stated working in some lube his ass just begged for it." "Well," Devon said, "would you mind watching the shop while I test the view from up there." "Not at all, don't forget to free up that tongue first." "Oh, I won't," Devon assured her friend. Michael felt Devon's hands unbuckle the gag and slowly slide it from his mouth. "I see your Mistress didn't start with the small size here either," she whispered, "but we'll keep you quiet in another way." Michael felt the frame move slightly as Devon climbed into the seat above him. Gently she lifted his head with her hands, and, without ceremony, slid her soft warm pussy against his lips. Obediently, hungrily, Michael started licking the smooth-shaven pussy covering his mouth. He slid his tongue as deep inside as it could reach, then upwards to flick back and forth across her hard clit. "Mmmmm," Devon sighed, "you are good." Michael applied himself to his task, feeling Devon's fingers on his hood, sometimes to guide his mouth, sometimes to hold him tightly against her sopping pussy as she quietly came on his face. He was licking diligently, sliding his tongue deep inside her open pussy when he felt hands on his ass. "Well, everyone seems to be getting along here," he heard Katie say. "Oh, God, yes," was Devon's groaned reply. Katie grabbed the base of the plug stretching Michael's ass. As he licked, she pressed it inwards, then started to draw it out. His ass strained as the heavy wide balls of the plug eased out, and he groaned into Devon's pussy as they were pushed back in deeply. Slowly, deliberately, Katie worked his ass, fucking him with the heavy plug, watching his ass open and close on each thick ball that made up the plug's shaft. Soon she was thrusting it with much less force. She twisted and changed the angle of the plug, making sure it slid heavily against his prostate. She read his reactions, even though his groans were muffled by Devon's wet pussy. And as soon as he had finished adjusting to the plug's shape, she pulled it from his bottom. Moving quickly, Katie stepped between Michael's spread thighs. She wore a large, thick strap-on dildo. A full eight inches in length, and at almost two inches across a bit thicker than the plug she'd just been reaming her slut's ass with. She placed the heavily lubed head of the cock at Michael's ass and pushed it against his bottom. Michael groaned at the sense of this new intrusion. It assaulted his already stretched asshole, and demanded more. Katie, always patient, maintained the pressure of the strap-on, and slowly stroked Michael's hips and ass. "Relax my slut," she whispered, "you know you want this." Michael moaned as he felt his ass start to accept his Mistress' hard cock. His body shuddered with lust as he felt the thick shaft slide inside his ass, filling him until his Mistress hips rested against his bottom. "Such a good boy," Mistress Katie told him. "Oh God," Devon responded to the scene before her, "that was so fucking hot." "I told you he was a slut," Mistress Katie explained as she slowly started to pull backwards. "Oh, he certainly is that, I should keep him here at the shop to test all the new toys on." "Wouldn't that be a service some of your customers would enjoy," Katie said chuckling. "Oh, I can think of a few that would shop here every day for that kind of extra attention." As Katie's once more eased the thick cock into her submissive's ass she spoke again. "Well, what do you think slut? Would you like to be Miss Devon's shop bitch, so the Ladies can test their purchases on a horny slut?" "Yes ma'am, if that is what Mistress and Domina would desire." "Of course slut, you didn't think it was going to be your decision, did you?" "No Mistress," Michael replied hastily. "Of course not, a good slut does what he's told, now be quiet while I see what this cock can do with your tight ass." Michael fell silent as directed. He felt Miss Devon climb down from her position in front of his face, and he heard her heels clicking on the hard floor as she moved about the room. He felt the gag slide back between his lips, wet and dripping, he realized that it tasted like Miss Devon's smooth pussy as the buckle closed behind his head. Slowly he felt Mistress Katie's movements begin to accelerate. She always managed to add speed and intensity to her movements in a perfect match to his bottom's readiness to take more. Soon she was stroking back and forth the full length of the thick shaft, keeping just the flared head inside his ass to ensure her next thrust was effective. Bound, gagged with a penis shaped gag, his cock straining in its cage, and his ass filled by his Mistress' thick strap-on cock, Michael slipped deeper and deeper into his submission. Sounds became blurred and no sensations penetrated the fog of his mind except intensely erotic ones. His experiences of sub-space under Mistress Katie were always warm and welcome, as much as she tested her sub's mind and body, she took care to ease him into that state, to hold him there as long as it pleased her, and to ease him back to a full awareness. But for now, her thrusting hips were pushing him deeper and deeper into that desired state of mind. The bondage became simply a convenience to hold him in position, it was certainly not required to make him submit to his Mistress. Deep in his submission, Michael didn't see, not that he could have, Miss Devon move to stand beside his Mistress. Devon's hands on his body, and on his Mistress' were hidden from him. As were the long deep sensual kisses they shard as Katie continued to fuck her submissive slut. He hardly noticed the break in fucking as Katie slid the dildo from his well-fucked ass. He did not realize that Mistress Katie then guided another dildo into his bottom, one attached to a harness on Miss Devon's hips. Michael could only groan against the gag, in complete submission, as Mistress Katie guided her friend in fucking Michael's ass with a long thick cock. The two ladies took their time, and fucked Michael's ass thoroughly. They compared the length and thickness of their cocks, and admired how each could ease the full length into their bound slut's ass. Eventually, satisfied with her slut's performance, Mistress Katie pulled her hard cock completely from his ass. Michael moaned softly as he felt the ladies cleaning him up. He did gasp softly as a new plug was slid into his ass as his muscles relaxed. Much smaller than the strap-ons or the plug that stretched him earlier, he realized what it was when Mistress Katie gave it a few gentle tweaks and he could feel it stroking against his prostate. "There," she said, "that will be a nice addition for our drive home." The ladies stood near him for long moments, their hands stroking his body and their voices gentle as he drifted down from sub-space. Michael relaxed as the two Dommes guided him back to full awareness. Moving slowly, they unstrapped him and helped him off the frame to stand beside it. Trembling at the change to his muscles from erotic tension to their usual purposes, he steadied himself against the bondage frame, admiring its structure and it proven effectiveness. "Get dressed," Mistress Katie instructs. Gingerly, Michael retrieves his shorts, shirt and sandals, donning them as instructed. His motions are careful but not hesitant. With every movement he is aware of his caged and unrelieved cock, and the plug shifting in his bottom. Once he was dressed he realized that both ladies were also again attired as they had been earlier. Their white sundresses spoke of an implied innocence that he knew was a disguise for much more erotic natures. They chatted cheerily while he waited in silence. Eventually Mistress Katie stated that they should go and, snapping her fingers, captured Michael's attention to follow her to the door. Obediently he followed the ladies to the rear door of the store where they had entered. Devon stood aside to let her guests walk out to Mistress Katie's car, remaining in the open doorway. As they opened the car doors, Katie looked over the roof at Michael. "Did you kiss Miss Devon goodbye?," she asked. "No Mistress," Michael responded, his mind whirling because he would naver have done such a thing unbidden. "Well, you'd better get over there and say thank you." "Yes Mistress." Michael quickly returned to Miss Devon as Mistress Katie watched. Standing in front of her he nervously waited for permission to offer her the kiss Katie mentioned. "Would slut like to kiss me to say thank you," Miss Devon said softly. "Yes ma'am," Michael replied, leaning forward. Devon's hand, fingers spread, stopped his forward movement when she placed it on his chest. "Kneel down slut," she said. Confused, Michael instinctively started to glance around the parking area, but thought better of it and dropped to his knees on the small carpet just outside Miss Devon's shop door. He watched as she slowly spread the sides of her unbuttoned dress from the waist downwards. Expecting to see her smooth pussy, he was surprised to see her wearing a new strap-on dildo. Lifelike in form, it was smaller than the one she had worn earlier, and was easily concealed under her flowing dress. She lifted the shaft with beautifully manicured fingers. "Open wide," she said, "and kiss as much as you like, then you may go." nervous about being exposed in the open doorway, Michael leaned forward. Opening his mouth he accepted as much of Devon's cock as he could take. Kissing it deeply as it withdrew from his mouth. As soon as it left his lips, Devon stepped back and let her skirt fall closed. "Go to your Mistress slut," Devon said in farewell, "I have enjoyed our visit." Michael climbed into the car beside Katie, who started the car for the short drive back to his and Domina's use. She efficiently drove the car right into the garage and, closing the door behind them, shut off the engine. Katie placed her hand on Michael's caged cock, fondling the device through his shorts as he buckled himself in. "When you go inside, I want you to unlock that cock and suck up every drop of juices that condom collected." "Yes Mistress," Michael answered, trying to mask the disappointment that her instructions meant she wasn't staying longer. Next she took his hand, and moved it to rest on her own crotch. She spread her own open skirt, and wrapped his hand around the strap-on she wore, a match to the one he had just kissed for Miss Devon. "We know what your ass can take," she said as she stroked his hand up and down the shaft, "but this will be used to continue you oral training." Michael breathed deeply, absorbing what his Mistress was saying. He was still processing the mental images as she drove away and the garage door closed, leaving him standing there one again alone in the dark garage. Mistress Katie Supervises Ch. 05 Michael prepared himself as he had been instructed for the day, Domina had arranged that Mistress Katie would be supervising him while Domina took care of other matters. He had been eagerly anticipating the awaited date; it had been many months since he had submitted to Mistress Katie. Domina's friend Katie had visited to supervise his state of chastity and frustration during each of the past four summers, ensuring Michael remained in an appropriately slutty state, needing to cum and needing to kneel before a demanding lady, while Domina was away for weeks at a time. Sadly, Domina's schedule did not leave her the time or energy to supervise her slut boy as often as either of them might wish. So it was to the benefit of all that Mistress Katie was willing and available to take him out of Domina's way for the day and to ensure he received some of the treatment he so deeply desired, and needed to ensure continuing good behaviour. Michael showered and shaved, both face and balls, locked the chastity cage on his cock with a condom over the tube to catch any messy drippings, and dressed in the shorts and shirt Domina had chosen for him. As he reached the bottom of the stairs she was waiting for him. Dressed in a long black skirt, polished five-inch black heels and a white blouse, Domina looked like a school mistress ready to discipline a naughty pupil. She held out her hand. "Keys," she said. Michael placed the two small brass keys in her hand, one loose, the other on a long leather cord. He watched as Domina slid the leather thong over her head, letting the key fall between her beautiful breasts. The other she placed in a small envelope. Sealing and signing it to prevent tampering she handed the envelope back to Michael. "Give this to Mistress Katie when she picks you up." "Yes ma'am," Michael replied softly. Domina then took her slut's face in her hands, her deep red manicured nails framing his face as she lowered her own to kiss him deeply. Michael's mouth parted as her tongue slid deep between his lips, gently fucking his face as his Domina kissed him. She broke the kiss as he started to moan around her thrusting tongue and stepped back, her lipstick bright on his lips. "Nice colour," Domina said with a smirk, "I want you to behave yourself for Mistress Katie today, and I will see you later." "Yes ma'am," Michael whispered, "I will be good." She retouched her lipstick, and Michael then watched as Domina headed for the door, her own schedule pressing. His own lips now cleaned, Michael waited patiently for Mistress Katie. His mind worked overtime as he reviewed her past visits. He knew she enjoyed keeping him horny and dripping inside his cock cage for hours before she considered releasing him. Those releases, when they did occur, were intense and draining, but that act of release did not free him from his commitment to serve his Mistress. Each time, as his arousal ebbed in post orgasm, he was still expected to consume his collected pre-cum drippings, and his cum if Mistress had taken his orgasm, by whatever method she decided to feed it to him. Michael could feel his cock trying to rise against the confining cage as he recalled sucking his cum from Mistress Katie's fingers, and from her manicured toes, but the narrow tube of the CB-6000 had been effective in training his cock not to fight its sturdy confines. As he contemplated switching his computer on while he waited, Michael heard Mistress Katie's car pull into the driveway. Nervous with anticipation, as he always was when she visited, he opened the door as she reached the step, and closed it behind her as she walked into the house. Mistress Katie walked down the short hallway into the living area, she turned to look back towards the door where Michael had remained. She wore a translucent white blouse covered by a short black satin vest. When she turned, Michael could see the exposed lace of her bra through the open neckline. Mistress Katie's legs were covered by a knee-length leather skirt. Cut wide, it opened and flowed around her shapely legs as she walked. The patterned black hose she wore was evident on her sexy calves down to the black stilettos she wore, the toecaps of each shoe covered with pointed steel studs. "Well, slut," Katie said in a calm voice as her toe tapped on the wood floor, "is that how you have been trained to greet me." "No Mistress, I am sorry Mistress," Michael blurted. He moved quickly down the hallway to the open area where Mistress Katie stood. Under her watching eye, he pulled his shirt over his head, then lowered his shorts and boxer-briefs to the floor. Stepping out of his clothes he stood there, naked except for his cage, his hands at his sides, exactly as he had greeted Mistress Katie for each of her previous supervision sessions. "That's better," she said, "just because I said we were taking a road trip today doesn't excuse you from your other responsibilities." "My apologies Mistress," came the whispered reply. Silently, Katie started to inspect her slut. Her hands slid across his shoulder and chest, Beautifully manicured fingernails in red with black tips closed on his sensitive nipples, teasing and pinching. Michael moaned at her touch, and struggle to remain still as he stood for his Mistress' inspection. Standing close, she again slid the tips of her nails over Michael's hard nipples, scraping her nails gently over them again and again as he trembled under her touch. "You like that, don't you slut?" "Yes ma'am," Michael groaned weakly in reply. Mistress Katie's hands slid over Michael's chest and back, stroked his ass as she imagined spanking and fucking him, and tested the security of the cage that encased his cock. Michael moaned softly as her fingernails slid across his ass. He trembled when Mistress Katie took his balls between her thumb and fingertips of each hand. She rolled and squeezed them gently, then squeezed again, a little more firmly, watching Michael's face for his reactions. She smiled as he moaned at her ministrations. "Well, these feel nice and full, how long has it been since they were drained?" "Weeks, Mistress," he moaned. "Good," she smiled, "then they should be nice and full for me. But we're going to see how much more there's going to be by the time we unlock this cage. Speaking of which, you have something for me." "Yes Mistress, the envelope is in the pocket of my shorts." "Well, put them back on, and hand it to me. Leave the boxers there, you won't need them. Quickly now, we have to get going." Michael redressed as Mistress Katie headed toward the door. She stood there with her hand out for the envelope, and after Michael presented it to her, she indicated that he should open the door. By the time Michael had exited the house and locked the door, Mistress Katie was already in her car waiting for him. As soon as he had buckled his seatbelt, Katie reached over and tugged on the belt holding his shorts closed. "Open them," she ordered. Michael undid the belt and, after looking around to see if any of the neighbours might be watching, unbuttoned his shorts and slid the zipper to the bottom. "Better, keep them like that," Mistress Katie instructed as she slid a hand through the open zipper to hold his cock cage and caress and squeeze his balls, "any complaints and you'll lose the shorts completely." "Yes ma'am," Michael whispered. "Good boy," With one more squeeze, Mistress Katie released her slut's balls and put the car in gear. She backed from the driveway and headed off to start their day. At each traffic stop she slid her hand into Michael's lap again and curled her manicured fingers around his balls. Holding them in her hand she alternated between squeezing them lightly and running the tips of her pretty nails over the taut skin while Michael moaned in response as he struggled to sit still for her. Finally, the car pulled up to a stop in front of a tall apartment building. Mistress Katie took Domina's envelope and slipped it into a larger one of her own. She quickly wrote a short note, added that too, and sealed the envelope. "Go up to Room 1412, slut, and do what you are told. I will meet you again soon." "Yes Mistress," Michael said softly. He fastened his shorts and took the envelope from Mistress Katie. As he stepped from the car and closed the door, Mistress Katie put her car in gear and drove away, leaving him there with his instructions. Entering the building, it was not until he found the second doors locked that Michael realized he needed to buzz the apartment for permission to enter. Pressing 1-4-1-2, he waited with increasing apprehension. "Yes," a female voice greeted him. "Uh ... it is Michael," he replied nervously, "uh .. Mistress Katie sent me." "Come up," the voice responded, "the door is open, lock it after you enter and prepare for inspection as you did for your Mistress." Michael pressed the button to reply but the connection was obviously broken, the circuit closed by the woman who had been speaking. He was startled by the sound of the door behind him buzzing as it unlocked and he moved quickly to pass through it. His cock twitched in its cage on the ride up in the elevator, and he felt a thick droplet of precum, residue of Mistress Katie's teasing hand in the car, ooze from his caged cock into the waiting condom. At the door to apartment 1412, Michael paused, and after glancing each way in the hall, he opened the door and slipped through. Quietly, he dead-bolted the door, then stripped. Slipping out of he sandals, he removed his shorts, folded them and placed them beside his footwear. His t-shirt followed soon after and he stood there, waiting. "Come in here," a throaty sensual voice reached him from inside the apartment. Michael now recognized that the voice belonged to Miss Marlene, a friend of Mistress Katie's. As he stepped from the hallway and looked to see where he should go, he saw her standing in front of the broad wall of windows in the living room. She pointed at a circle of carpet that was positioned on the floor beside her. "Stand her and face the windows, Michael." Her orders were spoken softly and clearly, but she obviously did not intend to negotiate. Michael moved quickly towards the chosen spot. The carpet was thick and soft under his feet, a welcome change after the cool marble floors. He stood still, his feet slightly spread as he had stood for Mistress Katie. Miss Marlene stepped out of his peripheral vision as he assumed his required stance. What remained in his vision was enough to keep his slut mind pleasantly distracted. A minimalist free standing shelf of glass and steel was positioned in front of one large window pane, on which were a dozen pairs of beautifully sexy shoes. Each pair of stilettos had heels at least five inches tall. Pumps, open and closed toe stilettos, sling backs, and more, Michael imagined Miss Marlene wearing each of them as she teased the dripping precum from his cock onto the shiny leather. Michael had only seen Miss Marlene briefly as he crossed the room, but that was enough to have the desired effect. Each time one of her heels clicked against the floor, Michael saw her in his mind, still silhouetted against the open sky beyond the windows. She was wearing a diaphanous white blouse that flowed loosely around her body. It would have revealed every detail of her brassiere if she had been wearing one. Instead, it let Michael get a clear sense of the way her large rounded breasts moved under the many folds of cloth as she turn to face him and then walked behind him. He tried to recall if he had seen her nipples against the fabric, but fleeting memory easily meant it could have been an illusion of desire. She also wore a skirt, black like Domina's and Mistress Katie's had been, but even shorter still. Reaching only her midthigh, the tight knit skirt moved with Miss Marlene's thighs and buttocks as she walked around to inspect the slut before her. But it was her footwear that had burned into Michael's memory. Tall black boots, knee-high, but with flaring tops at sides and front to wrap around her knees, and make them appear even taller. They laced up the back of each calf, from the sole to just below the knee with criss-crossing red laces which drew them tight to the form of her shapely legs. All this fantastic leather was balanced on six inches of shining steel stiletto heels, the heels Michael heard ringing as she took each step behind him. Michael stood still as Miss Marlene inspected him. Then he felt her step behind him, in her heels she was as tall as he was and the thin fabric of her blouse did nothing to minimize the very clear touch of her hard nipples to his back. One hand slid around his chest and a finely manicured fingernail gently teased his right nipple. "Mistress Katie said you were an obedient slut," Marlene said softly, "I like that." Her nail flicked slowly back and forth with each word as she continued. "She also said you like heels. Did you like my boots Michael." "Yes ma'am," Michael whispered hoarsely, "they are very beautiful." "I bet you'd like to polish them for me, wouldn't you?" "Yes ma'am." "What if I wanted you to kneel and polish them while I wear them? Would you like that slut?" "Yes ma'am, I would like that if that is your desire." "Mmmm, such a willing slut you are. Perhaps I shall have to borrow you from your Domina, and I will lock you in my closet to polish all of my sexy boots and shoes. I'm sure that with your cage to contain any messy drippings and a nice thick dildo to ride while you work, you would enjoy that a lot, wouldn't you." "Yes ma'am," Michael moaned softly under her delicate touch. "Such a willing slut you are, I want you to imagine yourself in that closet with my boots and shoes, polishing away as you listen to me entertaining my lovers in the next room. The sounds of my orgasms will be your reward for being my show shine slut. What would you say to that Michael?" "Thank you ma'am," Michael whispered as his reply to her question. Miss Marlene's hand slid downwards until her hand caressed Michael's balls under his cage. Holding his cage and balls up and away from his body, Miss Marlene moved around to stand in front of the his. Michael's breathing quickened as he again admired her sexy attire and was unable to refrain from a small moan of pleasure as she gently kneaded his tender balls. "I bet these would be very full after a day of serving me and my shoes, wouldn't they?" "Yes ma'am, very full." "Mmmm, I like that," she added, " and if I drained them, I might have you suck your messy drippings from my toes. I know you've done that for Mistress Katie, haven't you?" "Yes ma'am, I have done that for Mistress Katie." Miss Marlene smiled, slowly she raised two fingers to Michael's lips and slid her finger tips around his open mouth. As she slid them inside and Michael began sucking gently on her fingers, she continued. "She tells me you're very good with your mouth, and I do expect that of all the sluts I train, or borrow, for service. Sadly we do not have more time today, or I would be putting that slut mouth through its paces." Releasing Michael's balls as she withdrew her fingers from his mouth Miss Marlene stepped back and turned to face the windows. Michael watched as she leaned on the glass, her large breasts pressed against the cool surface. Her right hand slid down and he could tell she slipped her fingers under her short skirt. Michael stared as the dominant beauty fingered herself while he only got to watch her back, the see-through blouse, tight skirt and lovely laced boots burning into his memory as he realized what she was doing. Suddenly she stopped, straightened and turned to face him. She raised two fingers that were obviously wet with her juices, the same two fingers that had, minutes before, been gently sliding in and out of his mouth. As he sucked, Michael felt large droplets of precum slide from his caged cock into the condom, adding to the collected drippings already accumulating there. Michael licked his lips in anticipation of tasting those fingers once again. He moaned audibly when he realized that they were not for him, as Miss Marlene's smirking lips parted and she sucked them clean while he watched. "Not today slut," she said when she finished cleaning her fingers, "and you have to get ready to go. Get dressed, wait at the door for me." Miss Marlene strode from the room, her heels ringing on the marble. Michael, alone again, bit his lip with the frustration he was feeling and headed back to the door. Quickly he redressed, the shorts, t-shirt and sandals making it a very quick process. Miss Marlene came to him there. She handed him a new envelope, as soon as he took it Michael could tell that it contained the contents of the one he arrived with, but was now resealed with whatever Miss Marlene had added. "Go down to the lobby and sit in the armchair beside the fireplace. Someone will get you." "Yes ma'am," Michael replied as he stepped through the open doorway into the hall. Before he could turn around the door closed and the sound of the locking dead-bolt was a clear dismissal. Michael followed the instructions he was given. Reaching the lobby he found it empty and he moved to take a seat in the indicated chair. He was still there ten minutes later when a hand dropped over the back of the chair to rest on his shoulder. "Hello slut." Michael looked down to see a pretty set of bright pink nails and watched as they slid downwards until one fingertip rested on his right nipple. "Mistress Katie said I would find you here. Did you enjoy seeing Miss Marlene's new boots?" "Yes ma'am," Michael replied hoarsely as the fingertip gently circled his hard nipple. "Oh," the voice said brightly," no need to call me ma'am, you may address me as Miss Cassidy. Now come along, we have work to do." "Yes Miss Cassidy," Michael replied as he stood and turned to see his new tormentress. Cassidy wore a tight white nurse's smock, open to reveal a delicious amount of cleavage and short enough to show off her shapely legs in white stockings down to stylish white pumps with four inches of heel. Even with that added elevation, Miss Cassidy was still six inches shorter than Michael. She turned on her heel as soon as Michael faced her and walked through a nearby doorway. Michael hurried to catch up and found himself following the sexy nurse down a long corridor and then outside to a parking area. Miss Cassidy was just getting into a red sports car and waved Michael to the passenger side. With his added height, she dropped the passenger seat to a nearly horizontal position to enable Michael to get in comfortably, then placed his hands at his side before drawing the seat belt over is body to secure him in place. Smiling, she undid his belt and slid his zipper to the bottom. her small hand sliding inside his shorts as she checked that his cage was secure and that his increasingly heavy balls were available for her teasing fingers. "Comfy?" she inquired as she massaged Michael's cum filled balls. "Yes ma'am ... uh Miss Cassidy," he replied quickly. "Oh dear," Miss Cassidy said, "you seem to be forgetting things already." Her small hand tightened on Michael's balls and she repeated her question more clearly." "Are you comfortable slut?" "Yes Miss Cassidy," he gasped, "I am very comfortable, thank you." "Much better," she said as she stroked his balls softly, " let's hope we don't have any more lapses." With that, she withdrew her hand and put the car in drive. She exited the parking lot and headed off along a circuitous route that quickly lost Michael's bearings. At each long stop, her hand slid inside his shorts again to massage his balls, her soft fingertips and slightly pointed nails ensuring a different sensation with each cycle. Mistress Katie Supervises Ch. 05 Finally, the car came to a halt in an alley behind a slightly industrial building. Miss Cassidy unclipped Michael's seat belt and got out of the car. "Let's go slut," she said. Michael got out of the car and caught up to Miss Cassidy as she unlocked a door, one of many similar doors along the back of low concrete block building. Stepping through, Michael waited for instructions as Miss Cassidy secured the door and then turned on lights leading down a white tiled hallway. She led him down the hallway and into an examination room, this section of the building obviously a clinic of some sort but apparently deserted and available for Miss Cassidy's use. "Strip." "Yes Miss Cassidy." Michael removed his clothes again, and looked around the room as he did. An examination table was in the centre of the small room with a variety of cabinets on the surrounding walls. As much as it appeared to be a medical clinic there were none of the telltale signs of medical supplies or the usual posters one finds on their walls. Following Miss Cassidy's direction, Michael was soon seated on the end of the examination table. Quickly she laid him back and, with his arms at his sides, drew binding straps across his shoulders, chest and hips. Raising his heels into gynecological stirrups that she swung upwards into position, Michaels legs were raised and spread, supported at the back of his calves and strapped around calves and ankle. Once he was secured in this new and exposed position, Miss Cassidy rolled a stool to the bottom of the table, as well as a tray of covered instruments. Taking a seat, she started massaging Michael's heavy balls with her fingertips, each hand manipulating a testicle until her subject was moaning with lust and gasping at the pressure of her fingers created. "These appear to be quite full," she said calmly, "I think Mistress Katie will be pleased. But we have more work to do to prepare you for her. Now be patient and you should enjoy this." Michael tried to watch what she was doing but his position on the table, and his bondage, prevented any clear view. He gasped at her next touch, as cold wet lubricant was spread around his tight asshole. "Shhhh, slut," Miss Cassidy said calmly, "it's only a little cold and it will warm up quickly." With that she slid one slippery latex-gloved finger deep inside his ass. She smiled as he moaned softly. "See, you know you want it." Slowly she fucked him with one finger, then two and finally three. In. Out. Twisting them to work at stretching his muscles. "Do you want my whole hand in there slut?" "If that is what you desire Miss," Michael replied in a quavering voice as her hand toyed with his ass. "Maybe next time," she said, "we have a few toys to try today." The next insertion was a slender dildo, an inch in diameter and almost seven inches long. Very flexible, it bent easily as it slid into Michael's ass. He could feel the pressure of its inward driving head, but the smoothness of the shaft was producing a gentle stroking of his hole as it slid back and forth. Next she lined up a thicker dildo, the rounded head stretched Michael's ass, eliciting a deep groan as it slid inside. The shaft, slightly narrower than the bulbous head, was formed into a series of ridges an inch apart. Almost two inches of head, and six inches of shaft ending in a handle for control. Slowly she drove nearly eight inches of dildo into his ass, the ridges serving to massage his sphincter as it opened and closed with the sliding ridges. With long slow strokes, Miss Cassidy fucked Michael for long minutes as the precum dripped from his caged cock into the condom. Throughout the use of this dildo in his ass, Michael moaned and shook within the bondage straps, but other than the moaning he remained silent during her treatment. Michael gasped as the thick head of the ridged dildo slipped from his ass. He moaned softly as Miss Cassidy returning to massaging his asshole with her fingers. Pushing inwards with all her fingers, she gave her slut an update. "I could do it slut," she said with a smile, "I could get my whole hand in there right now if I wanted to, I'd only have to stretch you a little bit more. But not today." Miss Cassidy reached for the third toy on her tray. A flexible silicone string of beads. Each bead was an inch and a half in diameter and connected to the next by a half-inch thick silicone strand. Five heavy beads made a string almost a foot long, and the base of the string was a wide flat flange to ensure they wouldn't slip completely inside a slut's ass. Lubricating the strand with a heavy anal lube, Miss Cassidy placed the first bead against Michael's prepared ass and slowly pressed in inwards with her small fingertips. As the fat bead slipped past his sphincter muscles it drew the next bead up to his hole. Smiling, Miss Cassidy repeated the process with each bead, until the last disappeared into Michaels' ass and the bottom flange sealed his hole. "Well done slut," she said, "too bad we don't have a longer string of beads for your ass. But our time is almost up and I have to get you ready to go." Working quickly, Miss Cassidy cleaned up remaining traces of lubricant before releasing Michael's bondage. She indicated that he should dress and then turned to finish storing her toys back in their designated cupboards. Once Michael was dressed, she handed him a new envelope and issued her final instructions. "Go stand out back, someone will pick you up." With each step, Michael could feel the heavy silicone beads moving inside his ass. Slowly he walked to the back door and stepped out into the afternoon sun. The first thing he noticed was that Miss Cassidy's car was gone, and that he was alone in the long industrial alley way between the building and an unbroken fence line. After ten minutes he began to wonder if he was in the right place, but going back inside to confirm his instructions was out of the question. The door was securely locked. After another ten minutes, as he was rocking on his heels to keep the beads moving gently, he saw a car enter the alley and approach him. He smiled as he recognized Mistress Katie's car. "Get in slut, and lay back." "Yes Mistress," Michael replied. He moved quickly to the passenger door and as he reached in with one foot felt the beads shift unexpectedly. With a low moan he settled into the seat. Mistress Katie reached across and buckled him in again, once more securing his arms at his sides. Then she unbuckled his belt and slid the zipper of his shorts downwards. Her hand slid inside, and her nails dug into his swollen balls with enough pressure to bring gasp to his lips, and a smile to hers. "Did you enjoy Miss Marlene's boots slut?" "Yes Mistress," Michael said hoarsely. "She tell me she wants to try your slut tongue. I bet you would enjoy that, wouldn't you? "Oh, yes, Mistress." "I bet you would. And did Miss Cassidy stretch your ass nicely? Did you like her outfit?" "Miss Cassidy's outfit was very sexy ma'am, and yes, she did stretch my ass. I'm still very full from her visit." Mistress Katie's hand slid down past Michael's caged cock, her fingers touched the base of the string of beads and she pressed inwards as she watched Michael moan and his eyes half-close in response. "Yes I know you're full. Do you like you new beads slut?" "Yes Mistress," Michael whispered hoarsely as she continued to play with them, "I like them very much." "Mmmm," she replied, smiling, "you are such a little slut when you are getting your ass played with." With that admonition, Mistress Katie put her car in gear and headed down the alley. As before, at each stop she took the time to continue teasing Michael's heavy balls. She seemed pleased by the collection of dripping precum that Michael had produced and was looking forward to teasing her slut even further. After a long slow drive, the car puled into Mistress Katie's driveway. "Inside slut," she instructed, "go to the basement and strip. I will be down shortly." "Yes ma'am," Michael said quietly and moved to follow her instructions. He waiting quietly in the semi-darkness, naked except for his cock cage. He wondered what games Mistress Katie had planned and how she would use her slut. It didn't take long before he heard the sound of her heels on the stairs as she descended. His first indication of her closeness was her hands on his back as her nails traced the lines of his body. "I hope that Miss Marlene and Miss Cassidy coaxed a lot of dripping from your cock slut, it has been a while since I fed you, hasn't it." "Yes Mistress, quite a while." Mistress Katie walked around her slut and stopped in front of him. Michael's eyes widened as he saw the tight leather corset encasing her body. Her breasts, nipples barely hidden by the corset's cups, swelled over it's confining leather. Below it she wore a short leather skirt, hardly long enough to hide anything. It certainly did not hide the eight-inch strap-on cock Mistress Katie wore. Thick, black to match her outfit, and realistically shaped, she smiled as she stroked it and looked up at Michael. "See anything you like slut?" "Yes Mistress," Michael moaned as his cock pumped more precum into the condom, "everything." "Good answer slut, now follow me." Michael followed his Mistress into the next room. Open and bright with lighting, the room's main feature was a heavy solid bench in the centre. Following Mistress Katie's directions, Michael was soon face down on the bench and strapped in place. As he took his position he realized it placed his ass in a convenient position for anything Mistress Katie might intend to do with it. The end of the bench required him to spread his thighs to place his knees on the padded supports and let his cock cage swing freely between his spread thighs. His head was similarly positioned for ease of access and a padded extension on the bench in front of his head rose another three feet at an upwards angle in front of his face. "Comfy slut?" "Yes ma'am," Michael said softly as he relaxed in the secure bondage holding him in place. "Good boy, now try to be quiet for this next session, I don't want to have to gag you." As Michael tried to figure out what she meant, the first sharp slaps of Mistress Katie's practiced hand fell on his ass. He moaned as his ass warmed to the flurry of fifty spanks she delivered. Then he inhaled slowly, trying to control his breathing as he felt her hands sliding over his reddened ass. "Was that ok, slut? Or did it hurt to much?" "It was ok Mistress," Michael said hoarsely. "You were a good boy, now try to stay that way," Mistress Katie said as she stepped back. The paddle she chose was about the size of a ping-pong paddle. Made of a heavy wood and half an inch thick, it added heft to the strokes she started delivering to Michael's ass without ceremony. He tried to relax and accept the punishment, wondering what he had done to deserve such treatment. Soon Michael was moaning steadily and gasping between strikes of the paddle as he tried to to breath regularly. Forty spanks of he paddle, twenty spread out over each asscheek were delivered quickly, though not quite as swiftly as her hand spanking. Again, Mistress Katie's soft hands slid over the warmed flesh of Michael's ass when she was done. She teased the base of the anal beads as she questioned her slut. "Did you enjoy that slut?" "It hurts Mistress." "I know slut, but I enjoyed it very much. Don't you want me to enjoy our time together?" "Yes ma'am," Michael whispered, "I do." "You being a very good boy slut. I've been wanting to spank you thoroughly for a long time. We're almost done. Please try to behave. " "Yes Mistress, I will try." The many strands of the flogger burst across Michael's asscheeks in alternating downward strokes, first on one cheek, then the other. Each tip seemed to bite and leave a stinging reminder of its passage. Michael moaned deeply, his whole body shuddering in the bondage, his strength revealing its necessity. Ten strokes of Mistress' flogger rained down on each red cheek, leaving a thorough network of criss-crossing thin red stripes to decorate the rosy complexion left by the paddle. As the first tears appeared on Michael's cheeks, Mistress Katie's hands slid over his ass once more, caressing, comforting as she praised her slut for his strength and willingness to submit. Michael gasped for breath, trying to control himself under her gentler touch. "Are you ok, slut?" "Yes Mistress, I am," he whispered. "You are such a good boy. Now we are almost done. There is one more step to this and your introduction to the spanking bench will be complete. Now if you don't think you can take it, we can stop and you can go home now. We can try again another day, but we will have to start again with the spanking. Is that what you want, or will you be strong for me and let me finish?" Michael weighed his options. if he asked to stop, he would be sent away. He only needed to be strong for Mistress Katie's promised last step. Then he would see what else she had in store for him after a full day of teasing. "I will be strong Mistress." "Thank you slut. You are a very good boy, and this will soon be over. There are only five strokes of the cane and we are done." Michael's mind reeled as she announced the last stage of his spanking. He had always tried to behave so that he would not be punished like this. But he knew that this was what Mistress Katie truly enjoyed, and he has promised to be good and accept her conditions. The first stroke ran across the cheeks of his ass like a line of fire. Michael moaned deeply and his whole body jerked with the sudden flash of pain. Before he could relax and try to prepare himself a parallel stroke landed. After that, another three in quick succession as soon as Mistress Katie was ready and his ass steadied to receive it. Michael was moaning steadily as Mistress Katie hands slid over his ass. She smiled as she felt the heat in his flesh, and wondered how much the beads had been moving in his ass while he fought the bondage of the spanking bench. She praised her slut for taking the punishment she knew he needed, and that he would be a much more obedient slut now that he was aware of the potential consequences. But, she told him, regular maintenance spankings are always good to ensure a slut remembers to behave and, she added, a proper punishments spanking would be much more severe than the one he had just experienced. Mistress Katie slid her hands along Michael's body, keeping contact with him as he drifted in and out of the subspace state her cane had finally managed to place him in. She caressed his nipples and teased his lips, letting him suck on her fingers as he regained control of himself. "Would you like a treat now slut? You've been so good for Mistress." "Yes please Mistress," he whispered hoarsely. She walked around the bench to stand behind him again. Michael felt her handling the cock cage as she slid the condom from around the confining tube, the tip of the condom held a liberal collection of pre-cum drippings. Before returning to the front of the bench, she ensured a fresh condom was in place to continue catching his drippings. Returning to the front of the spanking bench. Michael watched as she straddled the extension in front of his head, and he realized it's purpose. It was fashioned to comfortably support another person, and place their genitals directly under the mouth of the slut strapped to the bench. Michael watched as Mistress Katie got comfortable, and then held the thick strap-on dildo in front of his mouth. "I have a treat for you slut, lots of drippings, and I want you to suck them from the head of my cock. Will you do that for me?" Michael looked past the dildo in front of his face, meeting Mistress Katie's eyes. Her fingertips stroked the side of his head as he answered. "Yes Mistress, I will if that is what you want." "You are such a good slut," she said as she started to drizzle the precum on the head of the strap-on cock. Again and again, Mistress Katie coated the head of her hard cock with Michael's precum and then slid forward to let him suck it from the dildo. She smiled as she watched his lips begin to respond automatically to the advancing phallus, opening to wrap his lips around its head and suck his own juices from it. "Do you like sucking my cock slut," Mistress Katie asked. "Yes ma'am," her slut whispered in reply. Mistress Katie smiled as she fed Michael the last drippings, smearing them over the head of her cock with her fingertips. She let him suck her fingers clean then slid the head of her cock into his mouth again, keeping it there long after he had sucked his juices from it. As Michael kept sucking, his eyes closed, Mistress Katie slowly pulled back, freeing her cock from her slut's sucking mouth. Quietly, she slid from the bench and went to stand behind him. It was time for the next part of her plan. Working carefully, she slid her fingers under the flanged base of the anal beads. Michael moaned as he felt his ass open to let the first bead slide out, then again as each one exited in a slow sequence that let his ass close onto the connecting strand before the next ball started to apply pressure as it was pulled from his ass. Mistress Katie smiled as she spread lubricant on her thick cock and lined it up on his empty ass. Michael groaned as the thick head entered his ass. He moaned as the shaft held his asshole wide open and the head plunged deep inside him. Mistress Katie's hips soon rested against Michael's red and tender ass. She smiled as she gently raked her fingernails across the sensitive flesh and then started stroking her cock in and out of his ass. Soon she has established a comfortable rhythm, fucking her slut steadily as he quivers with submissive lust in her bondage. Soon drifting in and out of subspace, Michael remained one large undifferentiated collection of stimulated sexual nerves. His ass, his caged and denied cock, his hard nipples, his sucking mouth; he wanted to submit completely to his Mistress and let her take his body however she desires. Mistress Katie saw this change and felt the shift in Michael's body as he relaxed and responded to he fucking. She smiled as she realized how deep in his submission he was. She was glad that she could do that for him. Slowly, she withdrew her cock from his ass. She kept her hands on him, talking to him softly to maintain closeness, letting him know he was not alone as his mind drifted along in his deep submissive state. As she started to release his bondage, Mistress Katie nodded to a watching guest. Michael barely realized at first that two pairs of hands were caressing him. Mistress Katie's hands supported his head while he drank cool water from a straw, while a second pair of hands explored his red and well-fucked ass, bringing fresh moans of pleasure from his lips. When they decided he was ready, they both helped him slide off the spanking bench. He slid to his knees on a cushion positioned there for him. Mistress Katie stood close and he touched her legs for balance. She reached down and slid his hands up to her strap-on cock, now cleaned, and watched as he stroked it for her. She slid the tip across his lips and smiled as he opened them for her cock. But now she guided his hands towards her guest. Michael looked to the side as the women changed places and realized that Domina must have been watching his spanking from the start. Mistress Katie slid his hands to Domina's hips as Domina moved in front to support her slut boy. He felt her long skirt caress his body from his thighs to his chest. Domina's hand slid down to caress Michael's nipples, she smiled as he moaned and leaned into her touch. Mistress Katie Supervises Ch. 05 Mistress Katie stood behind the kneeling slut. She reached out to take Michael's hands and guided them once more. Bringing them together in front of him, she placed his hands on an unexpected surprise. Under Domina's skirt was another strap-on cock, even bigger than Mistress Katie's. Thicker. Longer. But also unmistakably modeled with lifelike details. "Do you like your Domina's cock, my boy?" Domina said softly. "Yes ma'am," Michael moaned in return. "Good, because I like what I saw this afternoon, and I think we may be needing one of these benches for ourselves. For now, I'm sure we can improvise, and Katie has promised to go shopping for a few new toys with me." With Domina's assistance, Michael stood. Still naked before the two clothed women, he no longer felt out of place. This was his place. Domina's freshly manicured nails, in a bold deep red, flicked across his nipples and he moaned and leaned against her as she tormented him with that touch. Her hand slid lower, cradling his caged cock and swollen balls. "Poor Mikey, I bet you thought Mistress Katie was going to unlock you cage today. Maybe I'll give her the key for your next visit, as long as she promises to make sure you have some very frustrating orgasms. But today I think she took what she wanted from your ass. You've been a good boy today, according to the reports we received. If you continue to behave when we get home maybe I'll unlock your cage and drain those poor balls. Or, I suppose, I might decide to leave it on for a few more days. Now come along." "Yes ma'am," Michael replied, as he turned to where he had left his clothes and prepared for the trip home with his loving wife. Mistress Kendra "Do you know what I do to perverts?" James felt his body go cold when Sakura spoke. As absurd as it sounded part of him was holding on to the idea that if he stayed perfectly still and didn't make a sound she'd forget about him and he could slink away. "I asked you a question maggot. Do you know what I do to perverts?" She'd caught him with his pants down. Literally. They were around his ankles and his hard cock was in hand. "Nothing?" James squeaked. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion giving him ample time to consider every option available to him. It would have been nice if there were actual options open to him but she was somewhere between him and the door and she could definitely see the massive thirty inch flat screen she used as a monitor. "Wrong." James's back stiffened when something snapped right behind his head and his terror kept him from turning towards it. "Care to guess again what I do to perverts?" She was close enough for him to smell her perfume. "Not really." He sheepishly answered. He had a pretty good idea what she did to perverts just by looking up at the screen. Apparently innocent, mousy Kendra also went by the name Mistress Kendra. Mistress Kendra had thigh high black leather boots with six inch heels. She had a black thong and matching corset that left her breasts free. "Don't want to spoil the surprise?" That awful snapping sound came again only this time he could feel the air coming off what had to be Mistress Kendra's riding crop. Every fiber of his being wanted to run but he couldn't move his body. "I see you got my computer working." James nodded his response even though she probably couldn't see him over the high backed chair. That was why he was in this situation to begin with. Her computer had gotten a nasty virus and she'd invited him over to fix it. He'd expected it to take all of ten minutes to fix but when it became obvious it wasn't going to be quite that simple Kendra headed out to run a few quick errands. It took over an hour before he had it up and running well enough for him to check the internet. He honestly hadn't been snooping, he just needed to make sure that it was connecting properly. It wasn't his fault that her favorites list automatically came up on the screen nor was it his fault that the first thing on the list was Mistress Kendra's Dungeon. He was suddenly wishing that he hadn't let his curiosity get the best of him and he was quite certain he should have gone home before trying to rub one out. "You like what you see?" Kendra hissed. James simply whimpered. The chair creaked and groaned as Kendra slowly turned it towards her. She was dressed just like she was on her website. The only differences were she was wearing black lipstick and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail instead of a bun. James was suddenly fully aware of how mice felt when they were cornered by a cat. That was what Mistress Kendra was, a great cat licking its chops in anticipation of the torture it was about to inflict. It was jarring how different Mistress Kendra looked compared to Kendra. Kendra was this small delicate thing that always wore loose sweaters and baggy pants, she never spoke unless she was spoken too. She almost never made eye contact with anybody. Mistress Kendra however was a predator. She looked like she was a full foot taller than Kendra and her gaze was strong enough to hold James in place without even the thought of running. Kendra smirked slightly bringing her boot onto the chair between James' legs. "What a naughty boy you are." She inched her foot forward until the toe of her boot was pressed against his scrotum. "I think I need to punish you." She brought the crop down gently on his shoulder. "Strip." If the idea of noncompliance had ever entered his mind it was quickly squashed when Kendra lifted the tip of her boot and placed it on his balls. That was more than enough of a threat to get him fumbling at the buttons of his shirt with what suddenly felt like plump sausages instead of fingers. Once she started applying just a hint of pressure he realized that two buttons undone was enough for him to pull it over his head and he did just that. "Everything." James couldn't reach his shoes or socks with Mistress Kendra in the way so he had to pry them off with the opposite foot while she stared down at him. "I see you can follow instructions. Perhaps there is hope for you." Kendra said removing her foot from and walking towards the door. "Come Puppy." Fast didn't accurately describe what Kendra was. She was so sudden that he didn't see her move, he just felt the crop connect with his shoulder. "Puppies remain on all fours." James did not need to be told twice. There were much worst things than being forced to stare at Kendra's ripe rump as she walked through the apartment to her bedroom. She sat down on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs. "Let's see if my Puppy knows any tricks." She quickly brought her crop down on her knee. "Sit." James brought his feet up under him. She stood back up and walked over to James. "Straighten you back and keep your head up." James immediately corrected his posture. "Good boy. Down." James quirked a brow and immediately regretted it when her crop came down on his shoulder faster than he could register. "I said down Puppy. I do not like repeating myself." This time James was flat on his stomach without hesitation. Mistress Kendra took a moment to just soak in his soft pale flesh. "You know you're very lucky that I find you so cute." She whispered. "Roll over." James rolled over onto his back and found himself staring straight up between Kendra's legs. "That's a good boy." She knelt down pulling her thong to one side before sitting on his face. "Lick." She commanded grinding her hips against his face. It the first time that James had found himself smothered in pussy. The entire world seemed fade away and the only thing left was Kendra's cunt dominating his senses. The flavor of her arousal on his outstretched tongue, the scent flooding his nostrils, the pressure of her weight on his skull. The only sense that wasn't lost in her was his sense of sound which was blocked by her calves clenching down around his head. Kendra didn't seem to be overly concerned for her Puppy as she kept sitting on his face until he started to wriggle and then for and entire breath longer before rising just enough to let him suck down a breath. "Now for my ass." She scooted forward and then sat back down on James' face. James was perfectly still when Mistress Kendra lowered herself back onto his face this time expecting him to tongue her asshole. "You wouldn't be disobeying would you Puppy?" Kendra growled running her crop down his chest and over his nipples. All it took was one snap of the crop against his nipple to get his tongue eagerly lapping at her ass. "Mmmm. That's good." Kendra's legs clamped down around James' head again this time almost painfully. At the same time she braced herself against his chest while her body started to quiver and shake. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop Puppy!" Kendra moaned. James didn't stop. He kept darting his tongue in and out of her puckered hole wriggling it as deep as he could manage before stealing precious breaths of air. He was helpless beneath Mistress Kendra and surprisingly he liked it. When she stood up and walked back to her bed she didn't even need to tell him to stay. He remained exactly where she left him. "That's a good Puppy. Come here." She patted her thigh beckoning him and he obediently crawled to her resting his head on her thigh. Mistress Kendra ran her fingers slowly through his hair. "You did very well for your first time Puppy." She leaned down and gently kissed his forehead. "Of course if I ever catch you being a disgusting down dirty dog again I won't be so kind. Now get dressed and go home." James took a deep breathe and rose to his feet painfully aware of his still unsatisfied erection. "Mistress Kendra?" She smirked already knowing what he was about to ask. "Nope, you haven't even learned to beg yet. If Puppy wants he can come over tomorrow at six in the morning for my daily run." James felt his heart sink. He hated running. He hated mornings. He was going to be there on time and ready to run. Mistress Khadija of Yemen As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Khadija Al-Sharki, and I'm a young Yemeni Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, with dark brown skin and long black hair, that's your heroine for this tale. By day I am a mild-mannered cashier at the local Tim Horton's, and a part-time student at Algonquin College. By night, I become something else entirely. Life can take us places we never imagined in our wildest dreams, ladies and gentlemen. That's what this story is about, folks. My parents, Amir and Farah Al-Sharki moved to Ontario, Canada, from our hometown of Sana'a, Yemen, in the summer of 1995. I was born a year later at the Carling Hospital. As such, I consider myself to be just as Canadian as our bigoted current Prime Minister Harper himself. That's right, I am a Muslim woman, a visible minority and a proud Canadian. If you don't like it, you can kiss my shapely Yemeni derriere, folks. September 2015 came and I found myself up shit's creek without the proverbial paddle, financially speaking. I didn't get any OSAP this year because I worked full-time last year, and apparently I had too much money saved up in my CIBC student account to qualify for an Ontario government student loan. I became a professional stripper to supplement my income, and somehow, I was introduced to the world of BDSM. I took to it like a cat takes to hunting mice, folks. I am a Muslim woman who wears the Hijab and I go to the local mosque several times a week. Islam is my faith, and I absolutely love it. I am also fiercely proud of my Yemeni culture. That does not mean I am a submissive person. Westerners seem to think every Muslim woman is a submissive twit who does everything men tell her. I wish people would stop judging me based on my Hijab and the color of my skin. Muslim women have the same sexual and romantic needs that women from other backgrounds have. Does that surprise you? I made pretty decent money working as a professional stripper but it was nothing compared to the cash I made as a budding dominatrix. I placed ads in the back pages of local newspapers, and also placed them online. I am a Muslim woman, so I don't believe in premarital sex. However, I don't think it's wrong for me to be a stripper since I am not having sex with my male clients. Also, as a dominatrix, I get to tie guys up and spank them, I get to be the one with the power, and it's a lot of fun. While working as a stripper, I met this guy named Jayson Witt and we totally clicked. Jayson is originally from the City of Calgary, Alberta, and moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to attend Carleton University. Born of a Jamaican immigrant father and a white Canadian mother, the lad is six feet tall, lean, dark-haired, caramel-hued and sinfully sexy like so many mixed guys are. Guys like The Rock an Vin Diesel totally light my fire. No, I've definitely got nothing against brothers who are purely black. I find black men of all shades beautiful, period. Jayson came to the strip joint where I worked as part of a fraternity initiation deal, and I felt bad for the shy young man who was obviously out of his element. Jayson was a generous tipper, and I always make sure I remember those. Clad in a red bra and matching panties, I bumped my booty inches from Jayson's face while his fraternity brothers, a bunch of white dudes, cheered him on. I could tell that Jayson was as different from these loud, drunken morons as night is from day. After the show, he wished me goodnight and discretely left. I figured I'd never hear from Jayson again, and I was absolutely wrong. A few days later, I was walking up the escalator at the Bayshore Mall, on my way to the ladies room when some bozo bumped me, hard, and just kept on walking. The bozo in question happened to be a tall and chubby, middle-aged white male. I swear, older white guys are the most racist people on the planet. No, I am not generalizing. I know what I'm talking about. The ones in the City of Ottawa seem to hate visible minorities with a passion. The world is starting to change, people of color are rising up in Canadian society and old white guys have a major problem with that. I don't trust these fuckers and I wish they'd hurry up and die, or head to the nursing home and not come back. Minorities are starting to outnumber white people in certain areas of Ottawa anyways. Yeah, the bozo bumped me and kept on walking. Well, guess what? A tall, handsome and well-dressed, light-skinned brother with curly hair and dreamy light brown eyes caught up with the middle-aged white bozo and confronted him about his bullshit. I reached the top of the escalator, and witnessed the confrontation. The middle-aged white dude was clearly surprised to be challenged by a young brother, but like all Ottawa people, he flashed a fake smile and walked away. This is the land of passive-aggressive, fake people with no balls, after all. As the old white dude walked away, I approached my savior, and gasped when he turned around and I saw his face. Before me stood Jayson, the brother from the strip club. Blushing, I gawked at him like a deer caught in headlights. The young brother looked me up and down, and asked me if I was okay. I nodded, and then waited as Jayson looked at me curiously. Grinning, Jayson asked me if we knew each other, since I apparently looked familiar. I took a deep breath, and then fessed up. Thus, Jayson and I were formally introduced. Jayson didn't seem fazed by the fact that I was a Yemeni Muslim woman working as a stripper. In fact, the lad from Calgary proved quite charming. Jayson and I grabbed lunch together, and got to know each other a little better. We exchanged numbers, and I must say, I am really glad I met him. For Jayson was respectful, charming and courteous. I definitely wanted to get to know Jayson better. What can I say? I'm a sucker for mixed brothers, and Jayson's got the cutest ass I've ever seen on a man! That's how it all began between Jayson Witt and myself, folks. We began seeing each other, just two young people exploring college life and love in the capital. Jayson and I went to movie theaters, restaurants and clubs together. He never asked me about my job as a stripper and he never judged me. I can't tell you how happy that made me, seriously. Jayson is the most amazing guy I've ever met. That's why I have decided to make him mine. As a good Muslim woman, I cannot engage in premarital sex. Nothing in my faith forbids consensual BDSM activities, however. When I showed Jayson what I was into, the brother from Calgary was beyond thrilled. Jayson told me about his fondness for a website called Divine Bitches, which shows hard-core female domination videos. I checked out the site and liked it a lot. Hell, it even gave me some ideas. Stuff I couldn't wait to try with Jayson, once we were both good and ready! Jayson and I went to the Odeon Cineplex in Barrhaven and checked out the new movie The Perfect Guy. I loved seeing so many good-looking brothers on screen, seriously. Afterwards, we went back to my place, and sat on the couch, making out while watching Pretty Little Liars. Jayson pulled me into his strong, manly arms and kissed me. I felt my pussy get wet, and my heart skipped a beat. More than anything, I wanted to hop on Jayson's lap and impale my cunt on his hard dick. Well, I wasn't ready for sex yet and Jayson didn't have a condom, so we tried something else. I made Jayson get undressed, and admired his sexy body. The tall, light-skinned brother with the wavy hair, caramel complexion and dreamy eyes was simply beautiful. I wanted to kiss every inch of his gorgeous body. I wanted to suck his dick and have him cum in my mouth. Instead, I made Jayson kneel before me and ordered him to suck on my toes. Jayson smiled and did just that, taking my feet in his hands and bringing them to his succulent lips. A thrill shot through me, and I felt a heat begin between my legs as Jayson sucked on my toes. Gosh I wanted this man! After Jayson finished polishing my toes with his mouth, I bent the sexy mixed stud over the couch and gave his cute ass a firm spanking. At first I spanked Jayson's ass with my hands, then I used a wooden paddle. Jayson screamed as I paddled his ass, turning his cheeks bright red, and his screams were music to my ears. Next, I rolled out my favorite toy, a strap-on dildo, and I swear Jayson looked pale as I strapped it on. I smiled wickedly and stroked my plastic cock, then made Jayson spread his ass cheeks for me. I took some Aloe cream and rubbed some on the dildo, and applied the rest on Jayson's butthole. I teased Jayson by stroking his big dick while rubbing the business end of the dildo against his ass. Without warning I pushed it inside, and heard a satisfying groan of shocked pleasure from Jayson. Gripping Jayson's hips tightly, I began to fuck the sexy biracial stud with my strap-on dildo. I've fucked a lot of guys like this in my budding career as a dominatrix. For the most part, my clients are middle-aged white males from middle-class backgrounds in the City of Ottawa. Guys working for the CRA or Hydro Ottawa or the private sector. I love dominating them because these bozos think they're all that. I didn't treat Jayson like that because he's sweet to me, and I actually care about him. That's why I was gentle with Jayson as I made love to his ass with my strap-on dildo. I fucked Jayson with slow, deep strokes and he moaned softly and cried out my name. We went at it for a good while, then Jayson begged for mercy and I pulled the dildo out of his ass. I gave my boo a moment to catch his breath, then waited. All subs like to talk after getting a good fuck up the ass thanks to my strap-on dildo. As a dominant woman, I know this. Jayson proved to be no exception. The beautiful young man from Calgary couldn't stop ranting and raving about how awesome the whole experience was. What did I tell you? Jayson and I got dressed, and then resumed watching TV while cuddling. A lot of guys act weird after a woman has dominated them, but not Jayson. The handsome brown stud from Calgary held me in his arms and kissed me as we watched TV, hanging out like any regular couple at home. Folks, I could see myself falling in love with Jayson. I am definitely going to make him mine, there's just a few things I have to take care of first. Wish us luck. Peace. Mistress Kia Versus Samuel X! For over two years now, the bisexual Haitian-American male known as Samuel Xavier had been pleading with his tall, curvy and sexy African-American dominatrix, Kia Holbrook, also known as Mistress Kia or simply Lady K, to turn him into a submissive Sissy slut like he was born to. For the dominant Black woman, doing something this drastic to a Black man wasn't an easy proposition. For ages, Mistress Kia refused because, like the caring sister she is, she didn't want to push a crafty, kinky and funky brother like Samuel Xavier over the edge. The brother was special to her. Tall, fine and manly, with a very open mind and a fondness for kink, Samuel Xavier was actually a lot of fun. Well, tonight, Mistress Kia is getting over her inhibitions, and unleashing sweet and dominant hell upon Samuel's shiny Black ass. Finally! Mistress Kia sat in a throne-like chair in the basement of her townhouse in suburban Gaithersburg, Maryland, and smiled happily. Standing before her was her favorite Black male Bitch, the kinkiest of all Haitians, Samuel Xavier. Clad in a stylish pink bra, with matching pink panties, pink pantyhose and bright pink high-heeled shoes, with a blonde wig, Samuel looked pretty. Oh so damn pretty. At last, the Black male slut was embracing his inner Sissy. There are a lot of Black male Bitches out there, and most of them are disguised as the most macho and masculine of Black men. In his regular life, Samuel Xavier was a Maryland State Policeman, and a graduate of Howard University's criminal justice program. The brother embodied Black maleness in the eyes of many, and for good reason. Samuel Xavier was quite impressive, in a lot of ways. If you saw this tall, broad-shouldered and well-built brother with the deep voice coming your way, you just might shit your pants. Like lots of outwardly strong Black men, Samuel Xavier, state cop and legal scholar, had a hidden submissive side. One which only the right Black female dominant could bring out. Stroking her massive strap-on dildo menacingly, Mistress Kia gestured for her Bitch to come closer and Samuel obeyed. Samuel knelt before his towering, dominant African-American dominatrix just like an obedient Black male cross-dressing Sissy should. For ages Mistress Kia hadn't wanted to push Samuel Xavier over the edge because she considered him her Black King, but now she knew better. Samuel Xavier was a total bottom, and he yearned to serve a dominant Black female. Well, lucky for Samuel Xavier, he came to the right place. Black women don't get any more dominant than Mistress Kia, the top African-American dominatrix in the Dirty South. For ages Mistress Kia flexed her muscles and learned her trade by dominating the hell out of white male submissive types, the insecure and bigoted bozos who thought themselves the masters of the universe. Nothing this dominant Black diva loved more than to tie up a white male Bitch, fuck him up the ass with her strap-on dildo and torment the hell out of him until he begged for mercy. Mistress Kia delighted in punishing white male subs because, as far as the African-American dominatrix was concerned, white males got away with way too much. The whole world knew how dominant the Black American woman could be, and male submissive types flocked to her from a variety of backgrounds. That suited Mistress Kia just fine, until a brand new breed of male submissive started coming her way. The outwardly strong and masculine yet secretly submissive Black male newcomer to the BDSM scene. Mistress Kia looked at Samuel Xavier and ordered her Black male Bitch to lick her shoes. Without hesitation Samuel Xavier did as he was told, polishing the dominant African-American woman's shoes until they shone brightly. Looking in the mirror, Mistress Kia admired her reflection as well as that of her submissive. A big and tall young Black man kneeling before a big, beautiful Black woman. The world as it should be, as far as Mistress Kia was concerned. Once Samuel Xavier finished what he was doing, the big and tall Black male Sissy looked up at his Black dominatrix expectantly. Mistress Kia smiled and gently caressed Samuel's handsome face. He seemed to like that, so to torment him, Mistress Kia did something which Samuel Xavier did not expect. Without warning, Mistress Kia slapped her sub hard across the face. Just like she would slap her white male Bitches. Samuel Xavier seemed surprised by this and Mistress Kia smiled wickedly. Equal treatment across racial lines in this Black dominatrix's dungeon. Mistress Kia ordered Samuel Xavier to get on all fours and the Black male Sissy did just that. Smiling, Mistress Kia grabbed a can of Aloe cream and used it to lubricate Samuel Xavier's asshole. Just like a good Black male Sissy slut, Samuel Xavier spread his Black butt cheeks wide open for his dominant Black goddess. Mistress Kia fingered Samuel Xavier's asshole, and then grabbed her shiny ebony strap-on dildo and pressed it against his hole. With a swift thrust, Mistress Kia penetrated her Black male Bitch. Samuel Xavier sighed happily, feeling fulfilled at last. As a bisexual Black male with a deep submissive streak and few inhibitions, Samuel Xavier longed to experiment and try all kinds of things with Mistress Kia, his gorgeous African-American dominatrix. Unfortunately, like a lot of dominant Black women, Mistress Kia refused to treat her Black male subs the way she treated her white male Bitches. This left Samuel Xavier feeling quite frustrated and at times VERY angry with Mistress Kia, his beloved Black goddess and confidante. Like many sexually frustrated Black men, Samuel Xavier hated today's less than diverse female domination porn, although he once loved it. In the world of BDSM, he saw lots of dominant Black women basically raping white guys with their strap-on dildos. Samuel watched white guys get their balls stomped by cruel Black women, and felt insanely jealous. Samuel grew green with envy as he watched ruthless Black women shove their fists up white male asses. Why can't those mean, cruel and dominant Black women do the same thing to a willing Black man? At night, Samuel Xavier lay in his bed, and shoved a dildo up his own ass, wishing it were Mistress Kia, his dominant Black goddess, raping him. Unfortunately, the Black dominatrix refused to give him what he wanted. Apparently, Samuel Xavier was a Black King in Mistress Kia's eyes. Fuck that shit! Can't a brother get fucked by a dominant Black sister? Samuel Xavier wanted her to fuck him, beat his ass, rape him, piss on him, torture his cock and balls, fist his ass and walk him around on a leash like a dog! Every Black man in the vanilla world complained about bossy Black women to justify their search for white women. Samuel Xavier didn't care for white pussy. What he craved was Black female dominance! Tonight, Mistress Kia stopped holding back. Bending Samuel Xavier over, the dominant African-American goddess gripped his hips and shoved her strap-on dildo deep into his ass. So deep that Samuel cried out and tried to flee. Mistress Kia, a big and strong Black woman, tackled her Black male Sissy slut like a linebacker and proceeded to fuck his ass vigorously. The dominant sister didn't let up until Samuel Xavier basically begged for mercy. Laughing, Mistress Kia pulled the dildo out of Samuel's ass. Grinning wickedly, Mistress Kia stood over Samuel Xavier and spread her shapely thighs. As the Black male slut looked up, Mistress Kia pissed on him like R. Kelly. Samuel Xavier rose up, and fastened his mouth to Mistress Kia's divine Black pussy, and tasted her golden shower. Thankful beyond belief, Samuel Xavier slumped on the carpeted floor of Mistress Kia's dungeon, happy as can be. Mistress Kia wasn't done with Samuel Xavier, though. Snapping her fingers, the dominant African-American dominatrix summoned someone from the shadows. A tall, light-skinned Black male who looked a lot like Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson stepped out of the darkness. Looking Samuel in the eyes, Mistress Kia introduced him to her bull, Yousef Ahmed, a strong Somali-American brother from Minneapolis, Minnesota. Smiling, Mistress Kia kissed Yousef while Samuel watched, and then stroked Yousef's big Somali cock. Samuel looked at Mistress Kia and at her bull, Yousef the Somali. The Black male Bitch knelt before his Mistress and licked her pussy while stroking the Somali bull's cock. Mistress Kia smiled as Samuel licked her pussy, and then he showed Yousef some brotherly love by sucking on his thick Somali cock. Mistress Kia grabbed the back of Samuel's head and made the Haitian dude gag on the Somali guy's dick. Yousef Ahmed smiled and kissed Mistress Kia while Samuel sucked his dick. In his lifetime, Yousef, a secretly bisexual Somali brother, had played the Bull many times. Back in Minnesota, Yousef made a career out of fucking white women while their limp-dick white husbands watched. The normal cuckolding stuff. Now, with a Black Mistress like Kia, Yousef got to play the Bull in an all-Black setting. Yousef came, and watched as Samuel Xavier eagerly drank his delicious Somali spunk. Next, things got even more fun. Once more Samuel Xavier got bent over, and this time, Yousef Ahmed fucked him while Mistress Kia made him suck her strap-on dildo. Serviced at both ends, the bisexual Black male Sissy slut from Haiti was happy as can be. With Yousef's thick cock up his ass, Samuel would have screamed but Mistress Kia's strap-on dildo down his throat prevented that. The Haitian Sissy endured untold pleasure and torment in silence, just like a real Bitch should. After fucking Samuel's tight Haitian butt hole for a good while, Yousef Ahmed the Somali Bull pulled out of him. Samuel slumped on the floor, spent. Mistress Kia grinned and then looked lustfully at Yousef's long and thick, tasty-looking Somali cock. The African-American dominatrix got on her knees and began sucking on the Somali Bull's cock. Samuel watched, both disturbed and turned on by what he was beholding. To really shine Samuel Xavier on, Mistress Kia decided to take Black on Black cuckolding to the next level. The African-American dominatrix tossed aside her dildo, and spread her thick thighs, offering herself to the Somali Bull. Flipping Samuel the bird, Yousef Ahmed got on top of Mistress Kia and slammed his thick Muslim cock into her pussy. Mistress Kia screamed in pleasure as Yousef fucked her, and Samuel watched, his own dick hidden under his Tutu like the Black male Sissy that he is. Yousef Ahmed fucked Mistress Kia for a good while, and then pulled out of her shortly after he came. Spreading her thighs, Mistress Kia gestured for Samuel Xavier, the Black cuckold, to come closer. As the Black bull watched, the Black cuckold knelt between the Black dominatrix's thighs and licked cum off of her cunt. Yousef smiled and grabbed Samuel, shoving his big Somali cock up the Haitian brother's ass. Samuel groaned as Yousef penetrated some more but continued licking Mistress Kia without pausing. The Black cuckold licked the Black dominatrix's pussy until she came. Much later, with Samuel Xavier and Yousef Ahmed gone, Mistress Kia Holbrook took a shower and then returned to her bedroom. The young and delightfully curvy African-American dominatrix felt great. Tonight, she had more fun than she thought possible. All she had to do was get over her inhibitions. Logging onto her favorite BDSM site, Mistress Kia began searching for more male subs. This time, though, Mistress Kia prioritized the Black male applicants. They were likely far more fun than any other category if Samuel Xavier could be considered an example. Mistress Kim This story is completely fictional and is intended for mature readers, the characters names and situations do not represent anyone real and are completely chosen at random. This all started about a month ago when I was getting bored with all the wannabe Mistress's I'd been encountering online for the past year, finally I had found a women who sounded for real and not only that but she ensured safety and discreet play. One night, after discussing our likes, dislikes, limits and fantasies she told me that if I was for real then she would have a package delivered to my apartment containing a surprise and instructions. This sounded so great at the time because I had been reading erotica all week that contained stuff just like this. The next day an unmarked package arrived for me at the front desk of my apartment building. Back in my room I carefully removed the white envelope with my name on it and opened it, inside there was a letter that read "Dear Jim I hope you are as real as you say you are, if you decide that this was only a fantasy and do not wish act it out then I will understand. Here are your instructions: inside the box you will find a black lacey thong and matching stockings. You are to wear these under a business suit to my apartment this Friday located on the packages return address, when you arrive the door attendant will let you in as he will know I am expecting you. I will be out shopping with some of my friends as I do every Friday evening so let yourself in. Once you are inside my apartment close the door, lock it and continue to the bedroom at the end of the hall on the left, here you may begin undressing leaving the thong and stockings on. There will also be a blind fold left on the bed, secure it in place then wait on all fours facing the headboard. I will be home at 9:00pm sharp do not be late!" Yours truly, Mistress Kim So there I was, kneeling on all fours, blindfolded, wearing nothing but a black lacey thong and stockings in a stranger's apartment. Suddenly the sound of keys unlocking the door to the quiet apartment broke the deafening silence. The door shut quietly behind and the sound of footsteps could be heard walking down the hall. By this time I was more aroused then I had ever been in my life, I had never even met this women before but judging by the hardness of my cock and the fact that I was to be blindfolded the whole time it seemed as though looks would not be an issue. She walked over to the bed, slapped my ass, telling me what a "good girl" I was, and then she began to attach ankle and wrist cuffs to my arms and legs. Lastly, for her sheer enjoyment, she secured a steel spreader bar to my ankles. "Roll over slut boy" Aggressively she pulled my knees to my chest and attached the spreader bar to the wrist cuffs exposing my ass to every angle of the room. I felt so vulnerable, lying bound in a strangers bed I was still trying to figure out why I'd ever agreed to this. She didn't waste much time because the next thing I knew she was applying a generous portion of lube and beginning to work me loose with her fingers. She then pulled her 3 fingers out of my ass and walked out of the dimly lit room. Only a few minutes had passed until she returned to the foot of the bed telling me that she was sure I would enjoy this. "This is my personal vibrating dildo, if you are good I will leave it turned on inside to massage that prostate of yours and I'm sure you will find it very pleasurable, BUT, if you misbehave I have other plans for that ass of yours." The dildo felt extraordinary and the vibration sent me into ecstasy. "Open your mouth slut, Now! Hesitating, not knowing what she was going to put in my mouth I refused to open on her first demand but this made her displeased "Open your mouth or you will regret it" "but what are you going to..."!slap! She slapped me across the face fast and hard "I see my little bitch doesn't like to listen, I told you not to make me unhappy or there would be punishment." How could I have been so stupid I thought to myself as she stormed out of the room and into the bathroom? She was back in the room a minute later and I didn't recall hearing the toilet flush so I knew that she had gone to the washroom for other purposes. Walking assertively she grabbed my face and started to apply something to my face. "I noticed my little slut doesn't have any makeup on tonight and now that you have made me angry I think some mascara would look great running down your face with those tears of yours." Tears? What tears? I thought. "That's right slut, your going to get fucked in the ass by my big black strapon, but before my neighbors hear you scream and cry you need to be gagged and luckily for me that got taken care of in the washroom. You see when I was in getting your mascara I was so excited that I accidentally peed in these cotton panties of mine which soaked most of it up." Before she had even finished the sentence she shoved the piss soaked panties into my mouth taping my mouth shut to ensure they remained there. With a quick pull the dildo popped out of my now well stretched hole and her big black strapon was shoved quickly back into it. She started to fuck me slow with her 10 inch strokes as she continued to fuck my ass longer harder faster and deeper each time. By now tears were streaming down my face just like she had said they would and there was nothing I could do about it. After 20 minutes of fucking the shit out of my ass she pulled out. Then she detached my ankle cuffs from my wrists and pulled my wrists above my head and secured them to the metal bed frame. Thankfully she put headphones on my ears along with some relaxing music so I could unwind and told me she'd be back in a bit. I must have dozed off for a bit, which I'm sure is what she had wanted, because I awoke to her removing the piss drenched gag from my mouth. "Lick my pussy you little cum slut. You see Jimmy, while you dozed off I went over to my neighbor Carl and he fucked the shit out of me, the best part is he loves to cum deep inside my pussy, so suck it all out and lick me clean." It didn't take long for me to devour Carl's cum that was now pouring down my throat and running down my face. "Now we're going to have some real fun, didn't you mention that you'd always wanted to take part in a threesome?" "Yes Mistress Kim" I said very excitedly "O so this would please you if it took place tonight?" "Very much Mistress Kim" "Then get on all fours Bitch! Then she re-secured the restraints so that my stationary position was doggie style. "Since Carl also mentioned trying the same thing and since you said you were bi-curious I figured what the hell right?" Suddenly I heard Carl enter the bedroom and began lubing my ass quite thoroughly, the next thing I felt was a deep push into my gaping ass and much to my surprise I heard her behind me say, "Now let me see how good of a cocksucker my little slut boy is" If you have enjoyed this story please read my other works, "The Young Boy" If you would like to act any of these situations out please feel free to contact me via email. Mistress Kimmie Knows Best You had told me that you were going to take your wife out for a nice supper on Saturday night, so me being me (your Mistress) I decided to intervene! I very subtly asked you where you were going and you told me, even told me what time you were going. Little did you know G that you were giving me valuable information! I drove to San Antonio just in time to walk in the restaurant right behind you two. I asked the hostess to seat me very close to your table. I sat facing you, your wife's back to me! You looked up and saw me, the look of shock upon your face, I smiled as you began fidgeting. The look on your face was priceless as you tried to maintain calm, you had no idea what Mistress Kimmie would do, since she so often did whatever she chose to and whenever she chose! I was so close I could hear your conversations! Your wife asked you if you were ok and you answered "yes" but we could all see that you clearly were not! We all ordered, I had wine and salad to start. You two had wine also. I began winking at you and slapping my hand lightly against the table. You squirmed even more. I was enjoying things so much that I sat my purse on the table and pulled out a plug (only you could see it) and began playing with it; stroking it up and down and all around. You tried to avert your eyes but my expression told you that you had better not! I crooked my finger, beckoning you to me. You very gently shook your head no. I wasn't satisfied with that response so I did it again and this time included a snap of my fingers with the beckoning. You knew that meant I meant business and you had better obey. I heard you tell your wife that you had some stomach discomfort and needed to go to the restroom immediately. She said ok as you told her not to worry because you might be gone a bit longer than normal. In the meantime, I got up and headed towards the restrooms. You were right behind me, I turned and grabbed your cock through your dress pants and led you towards the ladies room. You were so embarrassed to be led by your cock through the restaurant but you held your head high and followed! Of course you had no other choice and you knew it! Before we got to the restrooms, I veered off and out another door. It led us outside, behind the restaurant. It wasn't too dark but it wasn't well lit either. I put my fingers in your mouth and said "suck this panty slut" which you did! While you were sucking my fingers on one hand I used the other one to unbutton your pants! Once undone, I pulled your pants and underwear down, yes you had on underwear! I was not pleased. I threw your underwear in the shrubbery and told you how disappointed I was that you had them on in the first place. You said "I'm sorry mistress." I bent you over the filthy trash can and pushed your legs apart, you didn't dare stop me! I then took my wet fingers and forced them in your tight hole, stretching it until I got my whole hand in! You were moaning and thrashing about but I kept on raping your ass until you were on the verge of exploding. Then I stopped and told you that you had better not cum yet. I shoved a huge plug in your mouth and said "suck this cock sucking panty slut boy, get it real wet!" It was so big that you had a hard time getting it all in your mouth! I pulled it out of your mouth and rammed it in your ass, showing no mercy! Then I told you to open my purse and get some panties! You reached into my purse and pulled out a silky lacy red pair of thongs that were trimmed in black ribbons. Your cock stood straight and proud, stretching beyond anything Mistress Kimmie had ever seen. You were so hot! You started trying to tell me that you couldn't wear those while you were with your wife. I stopped you "I don't give a darn what you want! This is what I want, you will wear these panties and the plug when you go back to your wife." You answered "yes Mistress Kimmie." I then had you get dressed, which was difficult with the huge plug inserted! But you did it. You remembered your place and obligations then and began to brush my hair and apply my lipstick for me; handing me my purse when you were finished. "Thank you Mistress Kimmie!" you said. I didn't answer you, just shoved you back towards the door. I followed behind you and seated myself as I observed your interactions with your wife. I smiled as I watched you wiggle around, trying to get comfortable. You had a long night, sitting with that plug in and then trying to hide the red lacy panties from your wife, as you secretly suffered and longed for Mistress Kimmie! Will G the slutty panty boy ever learn that Mistress Kimmie always knows best? Mistress Kim's Pet We had been swinging for around 10 years now and had fulfilled so many of our fantasies. My wife Jayne loves group and interracial sex; she has been having a relationship with black lover who often joined us. We also ventured into some domination type fun, as Jayne is very submissive and loves it when she is used as a submissive slut. However what had always fascinated me was female domination and I had always wanted some fun with a dominatrix. This fantasy started to look more like a reality when we met Kim and Stuart at a swingers club. Jayne and I didn't get to have fun with them when we first met, however we did chat and learn about their relationship and I was fascinated as she told us about how she dominated and cuckolded her husband. At the club we exchanged email addresses and after some mail between it was with my wife's blessing that I drove over to Kim's for an arranged meet. As I made my way to her house she texted me and told me she was ready now. She greeted me at the door, wearing high-heeled black stilettos and a wrap over dress. She looked fabulous dressed like this, I was speechless as she ushered me in, pushed the door shut behind me, smiled and moved closer. I looked up at her, in heels she is about 6' tall and a couple of inches taller than me. "You look happy to see me Gary." Her hand brushed the front of my trousers and touched my cock. "You're husband is out I trust?" "Yes, he's at work and he knows it's my playtime with you so he won't be coming home. He really gets off on being cuckolded like this; he even helped me dress to look right for you. How do I look? I'm wearing stockings for you." "You look stunning, I am so happy to be here, Mistress Kim," I whispered as I reached for her. "Slow down, stand still. You are here to submit to me," Her voice is cool and confident, yet commanding. I looked down in respect and answered quietly. "Yes, Kim. I'll follow your lead." A long manicured red fingernail dug under my chin lifting my face so we make eye contact. "Are you ready to play?" "Yes, Mistress. Please." I said quietly. "Strip! Take your clothes off, all of them. I want to see you naked." She walked around me, scratching me with her nails as she walked, the click of her heels on the floor the only sound as I obeyed. She stood behind me as I quickly removed my clothes, piling them neatly on the chair, not daring to turn and look at her. She slowly walked round to my front again and as I look at her my cock stirred as she looked down and smiled. "You are very pleased to see me aren't you, let me see you play with your cock." She said bringing a long red fingernail sharply down my chest, before she took a nipple between her nails and squeezed firmly. "Yes Mistress Kim." I stroked my cock slowly until it hardened and pointed firmly at her. "Now be a good boy and let go of your cock. You are nervous aren't you Gary? Don't be, I have done this before, I won't hurt you." She took my face in her hands and kissed me, her tongue deep in my mouth and then abruptly pulled away. Again she walked behind me, a fingernail scratched sharply against me as I heard her rustling behind me. "Hands behind your back, now pet," I felt my wrists secured together as she buckled leather straps tightly, then she walked around and faced me again. "Now kneel down, get on your knees and kiss my feet, you know what to do, don't you?" I quickly knelt and pressed my lips against her stiletto heels, then moved my mouth up the heel slowly and kissed her ankles. "So, you can be a good boy after all?" I looked up at her as she undid the belt on her dress, letting it fall to the floor behind her; she was naked except for hold up stockings and her shoes, her hips just inches from my face. Abruptly she turned and took a few steps over to the leather chair and sat back. She reached over and picked up a large silver dildo. "I want to moisten this first." She said quietly. She ran the dildo over her lips dribbling saliva over its length, teasing me. "Jayne said you enjoy watching her have sex with other men. Is that true?" "Yes I am a watcher, I love it." "Mm, you are so like my cucky husband. Come closer, stay on your knees." She said coolly. I shuffled on my knees to between her legs. Her hand slowly went between her legs caressing her inner thighs, a long painted fingernail moving in a slow seductive circle as her other hand brought the dildo closer. "Just watch, but don't touch until I say." Slowly she inserted the dildo into her pussy, my face only inches away as she slowly slips it deep inside, her pussy slurped as she fucked herself with it. She moved the dildo in and out in a slow and steady pace, I leant forward, hands secured behind my back as she pulled the dildo out wet with her juices. "Gary, open your mouth. Taste it." I opened my mouth and lowered my head toward the dildo, closed my lips around as she leant forward and grips my head. She moved it over my lips and gently pressed; I stiffened momentarily as the dildo entered my mouth and she started to ream it in and out as I licked her juices from it. I continued to move my head up and down sucking it clean. Finally she pulled it out of my mouth, I stayed kneeling between her spread thighs as she lifted a leg onto each arm. "I'm horny now, get closer and lick me." Her beautiful hairy pussy was sopping wet, I stuck my tongue into her as she grabbed my head and pulled my face into her soft mound. I loved the taste of her as her juices flow over my tongue and I swallowed every drop. "Tongue me, suck on my clit. That's good." She said as her stiletto heels dug in my back. She was so wet that as I touched her, my tongue slid along her skin, delving deeper. Then I felt her thighs closing around me as gently she placed a hand on my head. Her legs trembled and tensed, reacting to my tongue and she grabbed my head and forced my mouth hard onto her cunt. She began to shake and scream out and climaxed really strong before she collapsed back into the armchair. "That was very good," said Kim. She relaxed and pushed my face away from her, smiling at my inane grin. I knew I had pleased her, I felt my face wet with her juices. "That was good, but I want some more fun with you, stand up." Still handcuffed I struggle to my feet, my cock juts out horizontally level with her face so excited by what we are doing. "I know what you're thinking. You're wondering if I'm going to suck you?" I stepped closer as she slowly stroked my cock, then leant forward wrapping her mouth around it. Her mouth opened and went down the length of my penis, her lips close and her tongue starts licking me, her fingernails dig into my rear to held me still. "Oh fuck Kim that's gorgeous." "Don't you cum yet! If you come, I'll make you regret it." She said abruptly pulling me out of her mouth. In one smooth movement she took my cock back in her mouth, I slid my cock between her luscious lips as she started to suck and slurp noisily. Suddenly she stood and pulled me close, my cock nestled against her pussy. "You are getting what you want from me, I intend to get what I want too. Do as you are told and get on your back on the rug now." Quickly I got down and lay back, legs outstretched on the soft rug. She stood astride me, her legs apart. I could see her pussy was moist as she easily slid two fingers into her pussy as she stood over me. "Touch yourself Gary, wank it for me. What do you want from your mistress?" "I want to fuck you Kim, please!" "Maybe, but not yet." She stood over my face facing down my body and slowly descended onto my mouth with her very wet pussy right on my face. As I tongued her slit she started stared licking the shaft from top to bottom and then every once in a while swallowing the whole thing down her throat and swirling her tongue around the shaft. "I'm nearly cumming," I murmur from beneath her thighs. She sat straight up on my face and ground her pussy on my mouth until she turned around and straddled my throbbing cock. Silently, she lowered herself until I gently pushed my rock hard cock into her soft pussy. "Use me Mistress," I murmured. "I need a good fuck," she said pressing down until I was deep inside. Her head fell back and she sighed, "How does that feel, Gary? I'm fucking you, want it harder?" My hands ache as the handcuffs dig painfully into my back. "I want to fuck hard," I whispered. As she ground her hips down on me I knew I couldn't last much longer, my breathing was ragged, I was almost there and she knew it!" "Come for me Gary, do it in me." She orders. I began to pump into her, short strokes, our bodies tight against each other as we fucked. Both panting until my balls ached and I felt myself cumming. With a loud moan, "Oh fuck, take it!" I pumped into my mistress. As I was cumming Kim gave a long moan of pleasure and I felt her pussy tighten as suddenly I was pumping my spunk deep into her, her nails scratched down my chest, until I was spent. We lay there for a time, close, intertwined. "I'm not done with you yet Gary, you came too quick you bad boy!" she said as got off my hips and climbed back over my chest. She relaxed her pussy and slowly my spunk mixed with her juices started dripping out. "Open your mouth." she demanded. My heart sank for as the reality of what she was doing sank in, the thought of eating my cum from her disgusted me. Dominantly she sat on my face pushing her sopping pussy on my mouth and gripping me with her thighs to hold me in place. She began grinding making it hard for me to breathe without swallowing my own cum. "You're going to make me cum again before I release you." On my back with handcuffs on was painful anyway and having Kim's oozing pussy plopped down on my face at the same time certainly added to the pain. She was rotating her pussy back and forth on my face, I hesitated at first but then I stuck out my tongue to lick her. She ground her cunt onto my face, rubbed herself back and forth over my soaking wet face. The taste was aromatic and not as unpleasant as I feared. Her thighs tightened and I drove my tongue inside her. "Open your mouth, open it and eat. I'm cumming!" Her muscular thighs tightened around my cheeks as she ground out a quick, drenching orgasm soaking me. She rolled off me and I got to my feet. "Come here lover," she said tenderly as she undid my handcuffs, my wrists red raw now. I looked in the mirror and saw my face a mess of dried and wet pussy juice and cum. "Thank you for your submission but play time is over, time to go Gary. My cuckold husband is due home soon and I want to tell him exactly what we have done." I quickly dressed and without another word Kim saw me out the door but already I fancied some more of her! Mistress' Kitten *WARNING: If you are below the age of 18 please EXIT NOW! If you are above the age enjoy this story of me and my Mistress' encounter.* * I kneel by the door, completely naked except for the black silk boxers underneath my baggy, knee-length shorts. My entire body smooth as a baby for Her, except for the dark brown hair on my head that matches my dark eyes. My naked torso and legs showing their muscles from the strenuous work I do for Her. Her... my Mistress. God, Her beauty matches the starlit sky at night with no moon. I moan as my cock immediately starts to think of Her, which I know she will like beyond a doubt. I know how She enjoys pleasuring Herself while I watch, the pain of my cock just making me want Her even more. Then I am pulled out of my fantasy land as I hear it. Her car pulling into the driveway and my excitement fades and is replaced by its twin nervousness. My heart actually skips a beat as I hear Her heals clicking up the steps towards the door. The key goes in and turns releasing the door from it's prison and opening it. The smell of honeydew fills the air as the light of Her beauty would cause all darkness to flee in fear. I watch Her perfect body walk through the door, the legs that go on forever coming to Her full and ghetto ass, and my eyes go farther along her hourglass torso to the beautiful D cup breasts that crown Her chest that I so love to suckle and kiss making Her moan and scream for more. Her angel face with sapphires embedded into Her eye sockets and the red lips as crimson as blood. Her long, flowing black hair running to Her shoulder blades reminded me of the Sun as it shines in the bright blue sky. Her face turns to mine as She smiles and coos out sexily, "Good evening Kitten." She reaches down to the back of my ear and scratches lightly causing me to purr loudly as I know She loves to hear. She then stops and says in Her wonderful voice with enough authority to make me bow, "Follow, my Pet. I have your new collar." I actually smile with glee and crawl behind Her to the kitchen where She removes the new collar with silver letters that spell "LEON" on it from the Petsmart bag and snaps it onto my neck. I grin happily as does She. She then tells me again to follow and I do all the way to the living room, where She tells me to remove Her boots with my teeth. It is then that I take in all of Her outfit. A tight fitting, leather corset covers Her chest and abs pushing the mammoth tits up, the top of the nipples barely showing over the hem; a little skirt that rides to the bottom of Her ass and reveals Her shaven cunt to me. The rest is covered by Her thigh high boots and stockings. I nod and slowly kiss from Her toe to heel to the top of the boot where I reach for the zipper but as soon as my hand raises She says, "No, no, no. Do it with your teeth today?" I nod and reply, "As you wish my Mistress." I bite onto the zipper and move down to Her ankle and remove it also with my teeth watching Her the whole time. I do the same to Her other boot and leave replacing them at the door and then returning and kneeling at Her feet. The perfectly manicured toes begging to be licked and kissed, the black polish matched the color of Her fingernails and hair. I look up at Her with longing and wanting in my eyes. She just smiles and turns on the T.V. I don't turn but instead turn my eyes to the ground. She then speaks and I immediately turn my attention to Her, "Do not speak or make a sound pet. Am I understood?" I nod and return my eyes to where they were and I watch with amazement as Her feet touch my cock through the shorts and boxers and I stifle a moan as She starts foot fucking my cock. I feel my balls tighten about 10 or 20 minutes and I look up begging with my eyes to cum but instead She just stops and turns off the T.V. and looks down at me before standing up and telling me to accompany Her to the bedroom. I do, crawling the whole time until W/we are at the bed and She tells me to strip slowly for Her. I nod and get up slowly removing my shorts and letting them fall revealing my tented boxers. I then remove them and reveal my 8 1/2 by 2 inch cock to Her seeking eyes. I see the excitement in Her eyes and hear it in Her voice as She beckons me to lie on the bed. I do and She ties my arms and legs to the bedposts laying me in spread eagle on the bed, my cock pointing up to the roof like an antenna. She then straddles my face and says, "Alright Kitten, eat Mistress' cunt good so that I cum all over that handsome face and maybe I will let you cum all over My big, soft tits." I nod and expertly use my tongue all over Her wet cunt, from the bottom of Her slit to the aching cum button causing Her to splatter Her juices all over my face. When She does I drink Her juices thirstily. She then got off of me and lay on Her back looking down at my cock, as it was at full attention. I could see the smile on Her face as I got up and waited for permission to fuck those huge gorgeous tits. She then spoke impatiently, "You are allowed to fuck My tits if you want slut. Don't cum until I tell you to though or you will be punished... severely." I nodded and straddled Her stomach and wrapped Her tits around my cock and started going slow but hard, making Her moan lightly and command me on my speed and strength. By the time I was on the point of cumming I was pounding those tits so hard I was screaming. I begged like I was trained, whimpering slightly, "Mistress please can your slut cum all over your huge tits. Please I need to so badly." Through Her moaning and screaming in pleasure, which I noticed was from me fucking Her tits but also because She was finger fucking Herself with three fingers, matching my speed and strength, I heard the answer, "CUM HARD YOU DIRTY FUCKING SKANK!" and I did. After a few minutes She tells me to get on my hands and knees and face the wall and stay that way. I do as She commands and feel a cold substance on my asshole. I start shaking a little but don't look back. I then hear Her go downstairs and return a few minutes later hearing Velcro as She enters. I then feel what I was dreading... the head of a HUGE strap-on pushing on my ass. I moan lightly as this has happened before when Mistress one day had a fantasy of having a cock. I then screamed in pain as I feel Her shove it fully into my ass and it feels like I'm being ripped in half. She then starts slamming me hard and fast and I slowly feel the pain subsiding and I moan as it actually starts feeling good. I soon fell Her hand go under me and squeezing my balls hard. I gasp in pain and start whimpering as I beg Her to stop. She does and I soon feel I'm on the edge and I plead loudly, "Mistress may I be allowed to cum please? I'm right on the edge pleeassse. " She then stops fucking me and kneels in front of me. I look up in shock as I hear Her say, "Suck it and I will let you cum slave." I reach and flick the head lightly and I see the metal bar attached to Her clit. I flick it harder and see Her moan in ecstasy. I smile evilly and start working the cock deep in my mouth and to my own surprise I can deep throat it. I then close my eyes and moan into it sucking harder. I then hear the door open and hear a voice say, "Hello Kitten." TO BE CONTINUED... Mistress Kris It was almost time for my Mistress to come home from work. She had left me a note to have dinner ready for her when she got home because she had plans for Us/us tonight. I heard Her car pull up, dinner was on the table everything was ready as She had instructed. I was kneeling by the front door as She likes me to be naked with my knees apart, my hands behind my back, and my face down looking at the floor as I am not worthy to look at Her. She walks in and past me, throwing Her coat over me for me to put it away when She tells me I can get up, until then I kneel and wait in darkness. "Come my angel." I get up and put Her coat away in the closet and kneel next to Her chair in the dining room. "You are My good girl angel for following My every command." I get wet with excitement at having pleased my Mistress. "You are going to be very excited with My plans for you tonight." I squirm at the thought. I never know what Mistress has planned but it is always exciting. She is eating the dinner I made for her slowly and savoring every flavor, Ihave prepared Her favorite meal: filet mignon made rare, twice baked potato, and fresh green beans with dill. "You have out done yourself with dinner yet again, angel." "Thank you Mistress. I am here to serve you." When Mistress is done eating She drains Her glass of wine and leans over and kisses me on my mouth and I can taste the dry wine with the berries notes in it, I can also taste the blood from the rare filet. It is a slow deep kiss that makes me weak in the knees. "Come angel I have to change and want your help." Mistress commands. I follow Her into the bedroom, She stands in the middle of the room with Her arms out, waiting for me to undress Her. I do so with speed and precision. "Corset and garter, hose, thigh high boots." "Yes Mistress," I reply. I find all the items she has requested and begin to dress Her. Next I begin to brush Her hair up the way She likes when W/we are having company. "That feels so good, I enjoy you brushing My hair, angel." "Thank you Mistress." The doorbell rings, my pussy gets wetter, anticipating what is to come. "Answer the door, angel. On your hands and knees, do not look up at who is coming in." I crawl to the door and open it.I am looking at the floor and hear several pairs of high heels entering the house. I hear them walking into the living room. Earlier You had me set out several bottles of wine and glasses with snacks to go with it. "Angel, come." She commands. I crawl into the living room and You instruct me to come to the center of the room. "You may place your glasses on her back if you desire and if she spills any on the floor she will be punished." I know I am in for a long night but want to please You so I do my best at being still.I feel one glass then two glasses on my back. My arms are already starting to ache but I know if I move I will spill wine on Your carpet and that will displease You. I hear You and Your friends talking about daily events like it is normal to have a naked woman holding their glasses. "Angel, come to Me." Everyone thankfully takes their glasses from my back before I crawl to you. "Yes Mistress." "I want you to perform for Us." "Yes Mistress, what would You like me to do for You?" "Masturbate for all to see" I get on the floor in front for all to see my cunt and you bring out a dildo and a butt plug for me to use. "Firs,t put the plug in your ass and do not cum unless I give you permission." "Yes Mistress." You know how much it excites me to perform in front of others. Everyone watches as I put the butt plug in my asshole. "How does that feel my pet?" "It feels good Mistress" It is bigger than the last one You bought for me but I know what your plan is with my ass. "Open your legs up for all of Us to see your cunt." I spread my legs wide and you tie my legs to the couch where I am wide open for all to see what I am about to do, You see how wet I am and You smile lovingly at me. "You are My good girl aren't you?" "Yes Mistress I hope I am." "Now begin, slut." "Yes Mistress. As You wish." I rub my tits with my fingers and pinch and pull them till I am moaning. Then I take one of my hands and rub my clit which is already hard.You take the dildo and turn it on low so it will take me to the edge but not over. You put it in my cunt and slide it in deep then You turn it up so the vibrator is on high. "Do not cum until I tell you to. Do you understand, slut?" "Yes Mistress." I keep playing with my clit with one hand and a tit with the other and then You invite your friends to join me. "You all may play with my slut but do not make her cum." The redhead comes over and takes my tit in her mouth and begins sucking and I start moaning loudly. Mistress then gets the ball gag She bought for me and puts it in my mouth and tightens it around my head. The brunette comes over and moves my hand and begins sucking on my clit, I lean my head back in ecstasy. The blonde comes over and sucks on my other tit I am leaning back on my arms and arch my back and try and lift my hips to the hands that are now all over my body. I look at You begging for You to let me cum.You shake Your head no.I plead with my eyes andYou turn away from me. You walk out of the room and come back with Your crop. You tell everyone to back away from me, You raise Your crop and bring it down on my left breast with a slap, it stings but it feels so good then You do the same with my right breast. You keep doing this until I have tears running from my eyes and beg You with them to let me cum. The vib is still in my pussy on high and the pain in my tits is exquisite. You tell me thatI may not cum yet. I am not sure how much longer I can hold off. You take the riding crop and slowly run it over my clit and pussy and I quiver with excitement, knowing what is coming. You lift the crop behind your head and bring it down hard and loud on my clit and I scream. God it feels so good and hurts so much but I love every minute of it. You do it again over and over until your arm is tired. You see the tears streaming down my cheeks and You smile at me so proud of me for not begging you to stop. You remove the vib from my cunt and lean down and begin licking my juices with such tenderness and care.You move Your tongue up to my clit and at first You lick it then You take it between Your teeth and bite it and I can't hold back anymore. My juices flow all over Your face. You come up to my face and tenderly kiss me and tell me, "Angel, you are My very good girl." I am so happy that I pleased You so well and can't wait to see what happens next tonight. As I recover from my last orgasm, Mistress asks her friends what they would like to do next. The redhead says, "I need a table for my wine." "Angel, you know what to do." I get on all fours and put my back perfectly straight and feel one wine glass then two, then three. I hope I can keep still and not spill on the carpet. Mistress and Her friends begin talking about vacation plans and they discuss the beaches they have been to. Mistress is talking about the last time W/we went to Hawaii and how She had me on the lanai naked and kneeling at Her feet watching the sunset over the Pacific. It makes me proud that She shares stories that include me and that She is proud of Her slut. "My slut will like where we are going on vacation next," She says to her friends. I wonder where this will be but she won't tell me as she wants it to be a surprise. The blonde reaches for her wine and she sends the glass flying, I know I will be punished for this because I let it spill. "Oh no, what have I done," she says with a smile. Knowing what will happen next. "Angel, what happened?" "Mistress, one of the glasses spilled and Ididn't keep it from going on the carpet. I am very sorry Mistress." "You know what is going to happen now, don't you slut?" "Yes Mistress." "Go to the playroom now and wait for Me." I begin crawling to the room with the toys, with wine still on my back where it spilled. I hope I don't leave a trail to the playroom. I kneel with legs spread wide and head hung low.I hear you and your friends walking up the hall. I am wet with anticipation, knowing what is coming. I know better than to look up and see who is with you, I know they are all there, in anticipation of what is to come. They all enjoy toying with me, when my Mistress gives them the chance. "Slut, why are We here?" "Because I let the wine spill, Mistress." "That's right slut. What happens when you are a bad girl?" "My Mistress punishes me as She sees fit." "Well tonightMy friends are going to enjoy punishing you for Me." "First, go to the spanking table." "Yes, Mistress" As I begin crawling to the table they begin laughing and deciding what they will do with me tonight. AsI get to the table You have gotten out the ropes and instructed the redhead to tie my arms at the top of the table and the brunette to tie my feet spread wide open to the bottom of the table. You then hand the blonde your paddle. "Since she spilt your wine you get to begin the punishment." "Thank you Kris. She is a little slob after all." "Lay down, butt in the air." "Yes Mistress." I crawl up onto the table face down. The redhead grabs my wrists and ties them tight while the brunette grabs each ankle and pulls them as wide apart as she can. "Now you can have 10 swats and we will see how she is doing." "Slut you will count out loud and thank her for each one." "Yes Mistress." Whack! "One, thank you." Whack! "Two, thank you." This continues and she finally gets to 10. I am proud that I have not begun to cry yet.ButI know it is just beginning. "Since My slut spilled all the wine, you each get a turn. My slut, you will count and thank them for i.t" "Yes Mistress." Whack! "One, thank you." Whack! "Two, thank you." By the end of the third set, I have tears streaming down my face and my pussy is sopping wet. I so want my Mistress to sooth me but she just looks at me with disdain. I feel so ashamed at my mistake. "Let's turn her over and see how far we can take her to the edge and if she cums without permission we get to paddle her again," someone suggests. "That sounds like a good idea," Mistress says. They turn me over and tie me up again, arms high and legs tied spread wide. I see them discussing what to use on me. I still have the butt plug from earlier still in my ass. The blonde comes over and pulls it out then pushes in a plug with a vib. She then puts an egg in my cunt. The brunette puts clamps my tits. The vibs are remote control, with the blonde holding the controller for them and turns the one in my ass on low at first, before she turns the one on in my pussy. She slowly turns them higher until I can't take it I am about to cum. The brunette is tightening the clamps on my tits as tight as she can get them and the pain feels so intense. I see from the corner of my eye that my Mistress is kissing the redhead and the redhead is playing with my Mistress's cunt. My Mistress looks over to see me looking at her. She just smiles. I am so on edge I am not sure how much more I can take. I look at her pleading for permission to cum, and She shakes her head no. The vibs go faster and harder. The pain in my tits is becoming more than I can bear and the tears are coming again. The brunette begins using the crop and hitting my clit with it. I moan so loudly as she continues to hit my clit, the vibs are going faster. My Mistress comes over to me and looks at me with loving eyes and removes the clamps on my tits and begins massaging them. I arch my back as far as I can. She says, "Now." I push the vib in my cunt out and squirt all over. I scream out with the biggest orgasm I have ever had. My eyes roll up in my head and I am overcome with sensations and tingle all over. As I slowly come down, I find my Mistress with me. She begins untying my arms and legs and begins caressing me and calling me Her good girl. I notice her friends are gone. "It is just My angel and me now my sweet girl." "Thank you Mistress for everything tonight." "You are welcome My angel." Mistress Kristen "Ding!" Adam's Smartphone alerted him to a new email. He had just left his desk, and tonight Kristen, his wife, had planned a night together. He reluctantly glances at the phone, and sees that it's from her. "Starting now, you are my slave. You will do exactly as I say. I want you to get home. You will go directly upstairs, remove all your clothes, and take a shower. You will receive further instructions then. Reply to this email to let me know that you've received it. Mistress Kristen" He hurried to his car and dialed Kristen. She answered immediately, "So did you get my email?" "Yes! I lo-" Kristen cut him off, "Yet you ignored my instructions? You were to reply to the email. I thought I made that clear. You're not off to a good start. Now get home, get naked, and get your ass in the shower." With that she hung up. Adam raced home, his mind racing, wondering what Kristen had in store for him. He pulled into the garage, undressed and began showering as fast as he could. About halfway through, he heard the door open. The click of Kristen's heels on the hard bathroom floor sent a rush of blood to his already throbbing cock. As she approached, he could vaguely make out her shape through the translucent shower curtain. She appeared to be wearing a black gartered corset with stockings. Adam imagined how great her breasts would look nearly spilling out the top of the corset. "I bought a new outfit just for tonight, I wanted to feel sexy. Too bad this is the best look you'll get at it." She approached, reaching and grabbing his slick, soapy cock through the shower curtain. She played with it gently. "When you get done, I want you to dry off, and put on this blind fold that I've left on the counter for you. Once that is done, call for me." Adam quickly finished, dried off and blindfolded himself as ordered. He excitedly called for her, "Kristen, I'm ready!" He heard the door open and once again, the sound of her heels against the floor engorged his cock. She grabbed his balls firmly, squeezing firmly enough to make him rise to his toes. "You will address me as Mistress Kristen, or just Mistress. Understand?" "Yes Mistress" Mistress Kristen took his hands, put a leather cuff on each wrist, and secured the cuffs together with a clip. "We wouldn't want this blindfold coming off now either." She put a pair of panties on his head. He could smell her pussy juices on the moistened panties. Taking a firm grip of his cock, she led him to the bedroom. "Follow me slave." She led him to the footboard and placed his hands on top. "Now, you disobeyed me earlier. For that there will be consequences." With that she spanked his ass with what felt like a paddle. "Owwwwww!" he yelled. She spanked him again. "Quiet!" He jumped at the sting. She spanked him ten more times, each strike eliciting a groan or a flinch. "Aww," she taunted "what happened to my big strong man? You can't take a spanking from a girl?" She spanked him again. "Now, when I order you to email me, you will email me." Adam could feel the blood rushing to his ass. She spanked him again "Understand?" Adam struggled to answer "I understand." She spanked him again. "You understand what?" "Owwww." He yelled. "I understand Mistress Kristen." "Good boy!" He jumped again as she dug her nails into his burning ass. She grabbed him by the cock again, pulling him around to the side of the bed. "Now, on your knees boy!" He dropped to his knees and heard her sit in front of him on the bed. Kristen unclipped his hands moved them behind his back where she reattached the cuffs to each other. She threw her legs over his shoulders. He could feel her nylons against her face. He longed to see his sexy stocking clad wife. He then felt her heels digging into his back and could smell her pussy which must be only inches from his face. "Ooooh, this is making me so wet. I'll have to do something about this." He heard a vibrator turn on, then begin to work on the pussy right in front of him. "Mmmmmm, I bet you wish you could see this don't you?" "Yes Mistress" he whispered. "Mmmmmm, yes!!" she screamed. She started bucking her hips bringing his head back and forth, being careful not to let Adam's face touch her pussy. This seemed to go on forever. Adam couldn't decide what was worse torture, this teasing or his paddling. Finally Kristen asked "Do you want to taste my pussy? Beg for it you little bitch!" "Please Mistress Kristen, let me taste your pussy" he panted She dug her heels into his sides. "You can do better than that can't you? Maybe I should keep this up until you want it more" "Oh please Mistress! This boy is begging to taste your sweet, sweet pussy! I beg you to let me taste your juices." She grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved his head into her shaven pussy. He immediately found her clit with his tongue and started licking with quick short strokes. She fell back onto the bed, pulling him into her cunt. Adam took a deep breath and sucked her whole clit into his mouth. "God yes!" Kristen yelled, "Make your mistress cum now!" He licked faster. As her body began to quiver he sucked on her clit hard. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she yelled as her body tensed, orgasm taking over her. Her pussy juices gushed all over his face. "Such a good little pussy licker. Up on the bed so I can thank you properly." He quickly climbed onto the bed. Kristen pushed him down on his back, attaching each wrist to the headboard. His aching cock stuck straight into the air. He felt her nails lightly brushing his sides, up the inside of his thighs. Unable to move or see, Adam felt these touches throughout his body, his back arched up with anticipation. Then he felt it and jumped. Her wet, warm mouth slowly enveloped his cock. She drove her mouth slowly down the length of his shaft, then back up even more slowly. She paused when just the head remained in her mouth and licked it all over. Mistress Kristen stroked him with her hand as she slowly kissed her way up his body. His stomach. His chest. His nipples. His neck. She squeezed his cock as she whispered in his ear. "This cock belongs to me. You will not cum without permission. Understand boy?" Adam could barely whisper in acknowledgement, "Yes Mistress." She laughed and climbed on top of him, guiding his shaft into her still wet pussy. She slid up and down as slow as she can. "Ooohh yes" she moaned as she rode his rock hard cock. All Adam could do was feel her riding him. His body tensed as his cock strained. He clenched his thighs and ass cheeks to keep from coming. He begged her, "Mistress, may I please cum?" "NO!" she snapped, "Where are your manners? I'm not through with this cock yet" "Owwwww!" Adam yelled as Kristen sharply squeezed his nipples. She started breathing harder and riding him faster. Twice more Adam begged to cum, only to be answered with slaps to the balls. She started quaking on his cock as his body completely tensed, every ounce of his being straining to hold back his orgasm. Finally, she yelled "Cum with your Mistress!" Adam relaxed and his cock throbbed. Kristen drove herself down deeply onto him. She shook and screamed as his cock exploded inside her. As Kristen climbed off of his sensitive, now flaccid cock, she asked, "So, what do you think?" As Adam tried to find the right words to describe it, he heard another reply. A strange female voice answered, "We loved it. Can't wait to see you two again!" To be continued... Mistress Kristen Ch. 02 "Ding!" It was a few minutes before 3 when Adam's phone alerted him to what seemed like his fiftieth email of the day. "Slave, you WILL be home by 5:30 tonight. Our guest from last time will again be joining us tonight. It would be rude to make her wait. Like last time, you will enter the house, go directly to the bathroom, disrobe and shower. When finished, dry off and call for me. Reply to let me know you have received this and understand your instructions." Adam quickly sent a terse reply. "Mistress Kristen, I have received your email and understand my instructions." He was rock hard before he finished typing the email. His ass tingled a bit, remembering the paddling inflicted last time he ignored instruction. It had only been two weeks since his wife had become "Mistress Kristen". Although that was their first and only journey into the world of female domination, he could not get it off his mind. Apparently there was another female observer for their last session. Their guest only made her presence known to him at the very end of the encounter, with a few spoken words. Who was this woman? How did Kristen find her? The mystery only served to intrigue Adam and deepen his desire. Adam was finally able to pry himself from his desk at 5:04. He was desperately tracking each minute towards the end of the day, not wanting to disappoint Mistress Kristen – or their guest. He knew he would have to hustle home to make his deadline; his commute was twenty minutes on a good day. Adam managed to pull into the driveway at exactly 5:32. He slammed the door, raced through the garage, up the stairs, disrobed and started showering, hoping his mistake would go unnoticed. "ADAM! Where are your manners?" He nearly jumped out of his skin at Kristen's sharp yell. He had not heard her enter the bathroom. "What do you mean Mistress?" he asked. "What do I mean? Well, first of all, you were late. Secondly you did not shut the bathroom door. I will not have a slave of mine showing such blatant disregard for rules. Now finish up, and get your ass out here." "Yes Mistress." He answered, wondering what was in store. He tried to catch a peek of Kristen. He loves when she dresses up. Kristen is tall – 5'9" – and her long legs are stunning in stockings and heels. Last time, he got a peek of her through the shower curtain, but was blindfolded for the rest of the session. Mistress Kristen sat on a vanity stool in the bathroom, stockinged legs crossed, waiting on her slave. She remained sitting as he exited and commanded him to dry off. This time, she let him see her. She was wearing a black pvc corset that zipped up the front. Her beautiful breasts were pushed up. She wore black nylon stockings and a lace garterbelt. Three inch patent leather pumps completed the outfit. She asked him, "You didn't get to see my new outfit last time. How do you like it?" "I love it Mistress." "Good, now put this on." Adam's heart sank as she produced a blindfold from under her leg. Once Adam was blindfolded, Mistress Kristen returned to business. "You disappointed me slave. You will be punished. Now, over my knee." Adam obeyed, climbing over Kristen's knee. She gave Adam a few swats with her bare hand, then stopped abruptly. He felt his growing cock pressing into her nyloned thigh. "You're enjoying this too much. Mistress Katie, may I borrow your paddle again?" "Of course, dear" the familiar voice answered from the bedroom. He heard the distinct click of high heels entering the room. He felt a cool leather paddle lay across his naked back. He wiggled his nose a bit, hoping to see around the blindfold and lay eyes on the Mistress he knew only by voice. "Looks like this blindfold is starting to come off. I'll help." Again, a pair of panties was stretched over Adam's head to secure the blindfold. Adam immediately smelled the scent of another woman. He wondered if he would have the pleasure of servicing a new...SLAP!!!!! The paddle came down on Adam's ass. The two Mistresses chuckled at the reaction. "Much better!" added Mistress Kristen. "Now slave, apologize to Mistress Katie for keeping her waiting this evening." She slapped him again with the paddle. "Sorry Mistress." He added. She spanked twice in quick succession. "Who were you addressing slave?" "Owwww. Sorry Mistress Katie!" he yelled She spanked him three more times. "Not so loud! Don't raise your voice at our guest!" "Sorry Mistress Katie." He whimpered. "Good boy," She spanked each cheek four more times. "Now, Mistress Katie and I have a bet that you will help us settle. Stand up." He rose to his feet and felt a hand grasp his cock firmly. She pulled him into the bedroom where she shoved him onto the bed. Adam's hands and feet were immediately tied to the bed. He felt one of the Mistresses climb onto his face. A hand then took a firm hold of his cock. "We're going to have an orgasm race. Once we start, you will eat My pussy, trying to make me cum as quickly as you can. Mistress Katie will start sucking you, trying to make you cum. If I cum first, I win. If not, Mistress Katie wins. Understand?" "Yes Mistress." Kristen lowered her pussy to Adam's lips. Adam pushed his tongue into her already wet pussy and quickly found her clit. Kristen started grinding her pussy on his face in response. Suddenly, he felt Mistress Katie's tongue licking slowly up the underside of his penis. Her warm tongue bathed the entire head of his cock, eliciting a soft moan from Adam. "I had better win boy!" ordered Mistress Kristen. "Yes Mistress." He softly mouthed into her cunt. He drew her clit into his mouth, sucking and licking hard. Mistress Katie dropped her mouth onto his cock quickly moving it down, and then slowly withdrawing it. She was using her hand with her mouth to give long, hard wet strokes on his cock. Adam felt the orgasm building, but kept his wife's clit in his mouth, flicking it with quick strokes of his tongue. Mistress Kristen started to moan and buck on his face. He could feel her body tensing in preparation for orgasm. SLAP! Mistress Katie slapped Adam's balls hard. "Owwwww", he yelled, causing Kristen's clit to come out of his mouth, deflating her building orgasm. Mistress Katie went back to work quickly on his cock, plunging her mouth all the way down his shaft. She increased the pace as Adam's tongue searched for Mistress Kristen's clit. Adam clenched his thighs and ass, trying to resist the building orgasm. Just as he gets his mouth around Kristen's clit, Katie gave his balls a gentle squeeze. Adam couldn't resist any longer. He sent a load straight into Mistress Katie's mouth. Mistress Katie chuckled, taunting Kristen. "Looks like I win dear. I will let you know when I intend to collect." Mistress Kristen pinched her slave's nipples hard before responding. "Not exactly fair, but that's ok. He will pay for this..." Mistress Katie responded, "I would expect nothing less, my young protégé, but I want trained well before I get my night with him." To be continued... Mistress Kristen Ch. 03 "Ding!" Adam quickly checked his email. He used to jokingly refer to his phone as his electronic leash. Until his wife had transformed into Mistress Kristen, he never knew how accurate that term was. The email was not from Kristen however. This was from her new friend, Mistress Katie. "Pig, it is time for me to collect on My bet. Tonight you are my prisoner. Leave work immediately. Ring the doorbell twice, and then enter. You will see a hood and a pair of handcuffs, put them both on and kneel on the floor." She followed with her address. Adam felt a little guilty leaving work early, but he did as ordered. On the way over there, he thought of his last encounter with Mistress Katie. He had cost his wife a bet with Mistress Katie, now Mistress Katie had him for the night. His wife was relatively new to D/s, but it seemed that Mistress Katie had been doing it a lot longer. He arrived at Mistress Katie's house, rang the doorbell twice and entered. He saw the black leather hood and handcuffs laid out on a small table. He put them on and knelt in the foyer. He waited for what seemed like an eternity. He frequently thought of Mistress Katie. She was a bit older and had long, luxurious, wavy red hair and crimson lips. She was a bit shorter than his wife, probably around 5'5, but had considerably more curves. He finally heard her enter. The distinctive click of heels on hardwood seemed threatening rather than arousing this time. He heard her circle him two or three times before a hand jerked upwardly on his cuffs. "Up!" She barked. Adam quickly rose and was led by the wrists into Mistress Katie's basement. Again, she circled him a few times, doing nothing, but letting him hear her heels click on the floor. Adam didn't know what would be worse torture, his evening or this anticipation. "Hands behind your head prisoner" Mistress Katie commanded. He brought his hands behind his hooded head. "Welcome to My prison," she started. "I make all the rules. You will obey or be severely punished. Ever been to prison pig?" "No Ma'am" "Well, the first thing that happens in prison is a search." Mistress Katie began roughly patting him down police style. She immediately grabbed his belt. "What the fuck is this? You are not allowed belts in prison." "Yes Ma'am." With that she unbuckled his belt and quickly jerked it out, the tip slapping against each belt loop. She unbuttoned his khakis and dropped his pants and boxers. He felt the cool air tickling his buttocks. WHACK! Mistress Katie brought the doubled leather belt across Adam's ass. He instinctively tried to bring his cuffed hands down to protect himself. Before he could catch himself, Mistress Katie noticed. "Ah, Ah, Ah," she scolded. "Has Mistress Kristen taught you nothing? Pigs like you can't protect themselves. Now keep your hands behind your head prisoner!" "Yes Ma'am" Adam flinched as Mistress Katie brought the belt across his ass cheeks again. "Be still prisoner", she sternly warned as she strapped him three more times. Adam felt his ass heating up after these belt strokes. "We can move on after you take a couple of strokes without flinching." Mistress Katie taunted. Adam tensed his body, determined not to flinch. After flinching for six more strokes, Adam was finally able to remain still. "Normally, I'd let you acclimate a little more, get used to what it's like being my prisoner, but since I only have you for the evening, we'll move on to the interrogation." Adam swallowed hard at the word "interrogation". Mistress Katie removed Adam's shoes, pants and boxers. She unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on."Lie down, on your back." Mistress Katie ordered. As Adam lay down, the chill from the cold cement floor spread through his body. Then he felt his handcuffs secured to the floor and his ankles locked in place. The hood was quickly jerked off and Adam squinted at the harsh overhead lights bearing down on his face. As his eyes began to readjust to the glare of the light, Mistress Katie came into view towering over him. She wore a white blouse, skin tight leather leggings and black leather stiletto boots that came just below the knee. She stared down at him, waiting for his eyes to focus. "There are things that I want to know about you pig, and being the worthless piece of shit that you are, I don't trust a word that comes out of your little piggy mouth." She stood with her hands on her hips and prodded Adam's mouth with her spiked heel. Adam tasted the dust on her heel as the 4 inch heel was pressed into his mouth. Adam wrapped his lips around the heel as she withdrew it. Mistress Katie scoffed at this. "Looks like you're used to having things in your mouth. Have you ever sucked a cock?" "No Mistress." Adam quickly replied. Mistress Katie then moved astride Adam, and stood facing his feet. Her heels scraped Adam's ribcage on the way there. Adam recoiled at the pain. Adam's eyes locked on to Mistress Katie's ass. It was so full and beautiful and her leather leggings made it look amazing. She squatted and lowered her ass until it was but inches from Adam's face. She turned her head to face him, looking over her shoulder. "Last chance." She asked, "Have you ever sucked on a cock?" "No Mistress." Was again the reply. Mistress Katie dropped her ass onto Adam's face, grinding it into his face. He bucked, but each time Mistress Katie applied more of her weight onto his face. After crushing Adam's face for about fifteen seconds, she raised herself off. "This doesn't have to be difficult." Mistress Katie softly grabbed Adam's semi erect penis. "Just tell me the truth and I can be very friendly." She added seductively. She ran a fingernail slowly up the length of Adam's shaft. She again turned to look at Adam's face. "Now, have you ever had a penis in your mouth?" "No Mistress" Adam answered again. And again this was met with Mistress Katie's ass being forced onto the supine slave's face. He struggled for what seemed like longer this time, the odor of her leather leggings becoming heavy in the air. She again relented and started stroking his cock. With a sweet voice she taunted, "Come on Adam, just tell the truth..." "Please Mistress, that is the truth!" Adam pleaded with his cock stiffening in her hand. With that Katie again drove her ass down onto Adam's face. Adam fought it, his pleas of innocence muffled by the Mistress Katie's full, firm butt stretching her leather outfit. Mistress Katie gave Adam a brief respite, then again lowered herself onto his face. Again, she raised up, met with Adam's panting denials. "Hmmm," Katie pondered, "Maybe you're telling the truth after all." Adam breathed a deep sigh of relief. "Oh, we're not done. I still have more questions for you." Mistress Katie again looked over her shoulder at Adam's sweat covered face. "Since our first night together, have you touched yourself?" Adam hesitated, telling Mistress Katie everything she needed to know. She again drove her leather-clad ass onto Adam's face, grinding her asshole onto his face. She held it there twice as long as any of the previous face-sittings, squirming as he wriggled underneath her. "I'm starting to enjoy this," she mused. Her voice then turned threatening, "Adam!" She barked, "Have you touched yourself." "Y-Yes" he stammered. "Too bad," she replied, "your wife will be very disappointed in you." "But I was never forbidd-" He was cut off by Mistress Katie's ass on his face again. As she ground her ass against his nose, Mistress Katie grabbed his cock and reminded him "This belongs to your wife now; she decides what you can and can't do with it. It is NOT better to ask for forgiveness!" Mistress Katie rose up again and began firmly stroking his erect penis. Her voice softened again. "This cock is so beautiful, if this was My property, I would cherish it, and nurture it." She lowered her mouth over his cock, giving it a single long, wet stroke. Adam's whole body clenched at how good that felt. "Now," she started, "what were you thinking about when you touched yourself?" She again pressed her ass to his face. She wiggled a bit as he tried to answer against the leather. "What was that?" Katie teased. "I can't hear you when your mouth is full." Katie rose up and Adam gasped for breath. He tried to find the words but couldn't before Katie reapplied her ass to his face. He struggled for breath. He had no idea how long her ass was pressed onto him. She again rose and began stroking him. She repeated her question "What were you thinking about when you touched yourself?" "You." Adam gasped. Mistress Katie glanced over her shoulder and shot Adam a seductive glance. "Oh, really? Your Mistress won't be happy to hear that!" With that she lowered her leather covered ass onto his face again... To be continued... Mistress Kristen Ch. 04 "Ding!" The flight attendant spoke over the PA system "Ladies and Gentleman, the use of cellular telephones is now permitted, but you are reminded to remain seated until the aircraft has come to a complete stop and the captain turns off the fasten seatbelt sign." Adam fished into his pocket for his phone and waited anxiously for it to boot up. This business trip had come up on short notice and he had been away for too long. It had been a month since he last saw Mistress Katie, where he learned that masturbation was unacceptable to the ladies. A fact that his wife had also painfully reminded him of. He couldn't wait to get home and discover what Mistress Kristen had in store for him. More importantly, he yearned for release that had been denied him over the past ten days. Mistress Kristen informed him that instructions would be waiting for him when he landed. He flicked through his texts until he found hers. "Slave, get your ass through security as fast as you can. I will be waiting for you. Mistress Kristen" The plane taxied for what seemed like forever. Adam watched the minutes tick by, his cock already swelling at the prospect of serving Mistress tonight. Adam grabbed his bag and impatiently waited for the passengers in front of him. He pictured her outfit from last time- the stockings and heels that drove him crazy. After almost sprinting through the terminal, he reached security and blew threw the turnstile that prevents bad guys from entering the exit. He saw her standing there waiting on him. He froze at the sight of her. His eyes first found her boots- black leather calf boots with 4 inch stiletto heels. He recognized them from his interrogation session with Mistress Katie. She wore black hose that Adam immediately knew (or hoped) were stockings, although the tops were hidden by her black leather skirt. She wore a bright red blouse that matched her full lips. He heard her heels above the din of the crowd as she walked towards him. In those boots, she was taller than he was. She grabbed his tie close to the neck and pulled him close and invaded his mouth with her tongue. Adam felt his bulge pressing into her. "Go to the rest room and put this on!" she harshly commanded as she handed him a small gift bag. He started to peek insi- "Now!" she punctuated. Adam scurried off to the restroom and grabbed the first available stall. Inside the bag, he found a cage along with 2 leather straps with luggage locks attached. A picture was included to aid him. He fastened as shown in the picture, with a strap around his cock and balls, one around his cock only, and the cage locked to both of them. It was a struggle getting flaccid enough to fit into the cage. Secure and locked away, he returned to his Mistress. A quick rap on his dick convinced her that he was compliant. She led him to his car and climbed in the passenger seat. "I'm hungry, drive," She commanded. Crestfallen, Adam pulled into the parking lot of a generic restaurant, where they were seated in a typical booth. He watched their server get a good eyeful of his wife and bristled at the fact that he was here, and not tied to the bed. "What'll you folks have?", the server asked. Kristen took her time ordering. And pawing at Adam with her boots. Alternating loving strokes, pokes with her heels, and nice taps against his cock cage. When the meal was finally over, Adam drove them both home. On the way home she produced a leather leash. She unzipped his fly and started pawing at his caged cock, already straining against the steel cage. She attached the leash to the cock cage as he pulled into the garage. She pulled him out of the car and dragged him by the cock leash up to the bedroom. "Strip," she commanded, "I want everything off except your new cage." "Yes Ma'am" was the answer as he quickly disrobed. By now, his cock felt like it was going to burst out of the steel cage. "Mmmmm, looks like he's not quite ready for me." Adam's heart sank and he began to plead. She removed her blouse before crawling up onto the bed. She was wearing a new black leather bra that pushed her tits up. Adam's cock ached at being restrained by the cold steel. Mistress Kristen lay on her back and seductively rubbed her hands all over her boots. She caressed her stockings before pushing her skirt up to show Adam the pussy that he had missed so much. His eyes locked on the glistening shaven lips. "Awww, you missed this, didn't you?" Kristen taunted. "Yes Mistress" "You want it so bad don't you?" "Yes Mistress, Please Mistress" Adam pleaded. "You haven't earned it yet slave. You have ten days to make up for, I suggest you get to work. You have been good so far, so I think you've earned the right to kiss my boots, my stockings and my lace." "Yes Ma'am" Adam answered as he pulled her left boot to his face. He began kissing them at the toes, working his way to the heels. Taking the heel into his mouth as Mistress Katie made him do. He continued trailing little kisses all the way to the top of the boot. He continued to kiss her nylons, all the way to the lace top. He ventured further north, placing a soft kiss on her thigh, just above the stocking. This earned a stern correction from the crop. "Keep your fucking mouth where it belongs! Now do the other one." Adam silently obeyed, repeating the same process, except for the errant kiss on Mistress's right leg. He loved kissing Mistress's stockings. To him, they represented the soft, feminine power that she held over him. "Good boy. I think I want an orgasm now. I was going to let you use your mouth for this one, but you let that stray above my stocking top." She reached into the nightstand and produced a dildo gag for Adam. The dildo was big and black. Adam guessed it was 7", about as big as he was - or would be if it were free right now. Mistress Kristen secured the gag in Adam's mouth and dragged him to the side of the bed by his caged member. "Kneel and fuck me slave." Adam dropped to his knees and guided his head towards her pussy. He worked his dildo gag slowly into Mistress. He began bobbing his head back and forth, pushing it deeper into her with every stroke. Kristen grabbed his ears and started moaning. Adam picked up the pace. he started thrusting until his nose was flicking her clit. "OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh" she yelled. "Fuck me harder!" Adam complied, thrusting his head into her as hard and fast as he could. He could feel her body shaking as she approached orgasm. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed as she came. Her body tensed around him. Her thighs squeezed the sides of his head and she pulled him into her. After gaining her composure, she dragged grabbed his cock leash and dragged him to the footboard. "Spread your legs!" She accentuated her command with flicks from a riding crop. "Farther!" she struck harder. "I want my cock laid out on the footboard for me." Adam did as commanded and Kristen secured his thighs to the footboard with his cock and balls resting on top. "Mmmmm, I like you all tied up and squirming. You're so attentive when you're like this. I think I'm going to cum again before your poor pathetic cock gets taken care of. If you like, I'll give you some of my juices." Adam nodded. Mistress Kristen rubbed the tip of her riding crop across her clit. Adam watched as the business end of the crop glistened with his Mistress's juices. She struck his nipple with the riding crop. "Owwww" he yelled "I like this," Mistress Kristen snickered. She pulled out a hitatchi wand and applied it to her clit. She hit Adam's chest with the crop. Her pussy was dripping wet. She started grinding her hips against the wand. As she got closer, her crop strokes moved farther down and started landing on Adam's caged cock and swollen balls. Adam jumped with each strike, but Mistress Kristen kept striking harder as she approached orgasm. Adam's balls tried to contract and run away, but they were locked in place by the leather strap. Adam's screams of pain mixed with Kristen's screams of pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of Mistress's pussy as Adam's attention turned to his throbbing cock. He wanted nothing more than to bury it in Kristen's cunt and feel it explode. He looked down and it was nearly as red as Kristen's lipstick."Should I let him out of his cage?" Mistress Kristen asked in a sad mocking tone. "Mmmmhhhhmmmm" Adam mumbled into the gag, nodding his head. Mistress Kristen took her tiny key and unlatched the cage. No longer, restrained, Adam's cock grew instantly, pushing the steel cage off. "Oh, my!" Kristen replied. "You really missed me!" Adam nodded emphatically. "Mmmmm," Kristen added "Laid out like a present for me." She took her crop to the engorged cock. Adam jumped. These strikes felt like fire as his cock was pinned between the crop and the top of the footboard. Mistress Kristen returned to the bed, reapplying the wand to her pussy. "Stroke it for me slave! You'd better not cum though" Adam's hands went to his cock. Even he was shocked at how big it was after being tied down all night. Mistress Kristen rubbed some of her pussy juice on it and Adam started jacking hard. Almost immediately, he realized he was going too fast and backed off some. "Oh, God, that's so sexy" Kristen moaned. quickly grinding her way towards orgasm number two. "Mmmmmm!!"As she got close, she dug her boot heels into Adam's stomach. Adam groaned into the gag. Mistress Kristen started convulsing and came again onto the wand. The orgasm ripped through her body, shaking it like an earthquake. Her nipples hardened and she got goosebumps all over ."OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH" She stood up and walked behind Adam. She reached around and pinched one of his nipples hard. Adam winced and slowed down. "Keep stroking slave!", she ordered. I want to watch you cum. She moistened a finger in her pussy and slowly worked it into Adam's ass as he stroked. "Does it feel good slave?" "Mmmhhhhmmmm" came the muffled answer. "Good, I want you to cum for me" Adam's legs and ass contracted. He felt the orgasm come from deep inside his balls. He felt his hot sticky cum shoot nearly the full length of the bed. The orgasm lasted an eternity for him as he pumped out his thick fluid. "Good boy!" Mistress Kristen remarked... Mistress Kristen Ch. 05 "Ding!" Adam was in the middle of a Saturday evening jog this time when his phone beeped, interrupting his workout app. He glanced at the notification and saw that it was an email from "Mistress Kristen" and stopped in his tracks. Slave, Mistress Katie will be joining us this evening. Get home and showered. -Mistress Kristen He ran the last half mile of the trail at a very quick pace, before jumping in his car and driving home. Adam arrived home and quickly went upstairs. He heard two female voices talking and joking as he approached the bedroom. As he opened the door, he saw his wife, Mistress Kristen and her friend Mistress Katie. As soon as Adam opened the door, the merriment ceased. The room was adorned by lit candles, giving a soft touch to the room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness however, a harshness crept in. Across the top of the dresser were various implements of pain. "I guess they want them handy," Adam thought to himself. "Shower, and make it quick." snapped Mistress Katie. "Yes Mistress Katie." Adam replied on his way into the bathroom. He showered as quickly as he could. His cock began to swell when his brain finally caught up with his eyes. Mistress Katie had been wearing a black leather catsuit. Her round tits and ass beautifully featured by the tight leather. The catsuit also featured an open crotch, allowing for easy service. Her ass was pressed even higher by her high heeled red thigh boots. When the water turned off, Mistress Katie ordered from the bedroom, "Put your cock in it's cage and bring me the keys" Adam quickly dried himself and restrained his cock and balls with the leather straps left on the sink for him. He then, just as last night, struggled to get himself flaccid enough to fit into his new cage. Once his cock was secure, Adam went back into the bedroom to face his Mistresses. Mistress Kristen approached him first. She was wearing 4" heels that brought her taller than her husband. Her legs once again had black stockings on, complete with a matching leather bra and garter belt set. At the sight of her, Adam's cock began to swell inside its cage. Mistress Kristen attached the leash and dragged him to the footboard of their bed. Once there, Mistress Katie approached. She took the keys from him and placed them on the nightstand. She then took the leash and pulled his cock downward, forcing Adam to spread his legs. She then tied it off to the footboard, securing Adam's cock to the footboard with very little slack. Mistress Kristen pulled two wrist cuffs off the dresser, handed one to Katie and they each secured one wrist. Mistress Kristen shoved Adam's back and barked "Bend over, we want your ass up for us." Adam bent over as told when he felt Mistress Katie's sharp stiletto boot heel pressed against his neck, pinning his face to the bed. Adam felt his right arm stretched as Kristen threaded rope through it and tied it tight to the corner of the headboard. "Hold still" Barked Mistress Katie as Adam's wife repeated the process with his left arm. Mistress Katie climbed onto the bed and raised Adam's chin to look him in the eye. Adam felt helpless, very much at the mercy of the cruel redhead staring into his eyes. Mistress Katie dangled a red suede flogger in front of him. Adam's fixation with the flogger was broken only by the sensation of Mistress Kristen tying his thighs to the footboard with another length of rope. Mistress Katie swung the flogger towards Adam's shoulders. He tried to flinch, but his bonds would barely allow it. "Impressive!" Mistress Katie replied. "Only been a couple of months and you've got him bound this well" Mistress Katie dismounted the bed and joined Mistress Kristen behind Adam. He turned his head to the side to get a better view of the ladies. He felt the sting of Mistress Katie's flogger on his ass. A quick flick of Kristen's riding crop made him try to jump. "Not too hard, you don't want to break the bed," his wife corrected. The two women alternated flogger and crop strokes until Adam's ass glowed cherry red. There was no need for his cock cage now as Adam was sure his ass was hogging all the blood. Mistress Katie climbed back onto the bed and sat in front of Adam. His face winced as Kristen's crop grazed his balls. Katie sat with her legs open, pinning Adam's arms to the bed. The fiery redhead stared deep into his eyes, her cold demeanor indifferent to the pain manifest in the slave's face. She scooted her crotch to his face until her bare pussy was just out of his tongue's reach. "Lick me!" Katie commanded. "Yes Mistress!" Adam answered. He stretched against his bonds, desperately hoping to get the extra inch that would please his Mistress. He leaned against the footboard, the hard wooden top of it digging into his hips. He got close enough to deliver a lick up the length of Mistress's dripping pussy. He kept going with tiny little licks while his wife moved her crop strokes down his thighs. Mistress Katie grabbed Adam's head, and pulled herself in, her catsuit gliding easily down the bed. Adam buried his face into Mistress Katie's pussy and quickly found her clit. He started sucking wildly when another sensation burned his already tender ass. Mistress Kristen had picked up a skinny wooden ruler. The narrow length of it caused quite a bite. Adam grunted in pain into Mistress Katie's clit. "Mmm" Katie replied, "That little grunt feels good, do it again!" Mistress Kristen swatted him again with the ruler, again getting a grunt out of the slave. "Keep going Kristen! I want this bitch to make me cum!" "Yes Ma'am" Kristen answered as she began working her husband over. He sucked Katie's clit hard, flicking it with his tongue in between his grunts of pain. Mistress Katie groaned as she edged ever closer to orgasm. "Make him hurt! I want to cum hard" Mistress Kristen slapped Adam's hanging balls with the ruler. Adam tried to jerk but to no avail. He screamed into Mistress Katie's clit. Her whole body shook with orgasm and her cunt sprayed into Adam's mouth. He sucked every drop of Katie's sweet nectar and swallowed what he could. "Care to switch places Kristen?" Mistress Katie asked as she climbed off the bed and took up station behind the slave's bright red ass and thighs. Mistress Kristen sat in front of Adam and brought her pussy closer to his face. "My, my", Katie said, observing Adam's ass and thighs, "You didn't leave me much to play with. Although I think I can find some way to amuse myself." Kristen pushed her pussy towards Adam's face and he began to softly run his tongue up and down her wet slit. After a couple of passes, he felt a tight pinch on his inner thigh, down by the knee. "Ever played with clothespins before?" asked Mistress Katie. "No Ma'am" Adam quietly replied before getting back to his wife's pussy. As he licked, he felt more pins being added up each thigh. Adam found Kristen's clit and sucked it into his mouth. He desperately wanted her to cum before Mistress Katie and her clothespins reached his balls. His legs tensed and he sharply exhaled as each pin was added. Mistress Kristen grabbed his head and pulled him into her. She bucked her hips as her slave was getting her close to orgasm. Her legs tensed and Adam knew his wife was close to orgasm. He prepared to enjoy the rush of juices from his wife's pussy. His cock stirred at the thought, knowing that she would return the favor. Suddenly, Mistress Kristen backed up ever so slightly, leaving her dripping slit just inches from his face. She started rubbing herself at a mild pace, maintaining her arousal, but not taking it all the way to orgasm. Adam stretched and reached for her pussy, straining against his bonds. Then, as if it were a choreographed maneuver, Mistress Katie applied the first clothespin to his scrotum. "Aaaah," Adam winced in mild protest, but the first pin was followed by four more. An almost sadistic grin came across Mistress Kristen's face at the sight of this. "Not enjoying yourself slave?" she asked. "Don't worry, we have more in store for you." Adam swallowed hard as he felt Mistress Katie's finger against his asshole. Her finger probed his opening before pushing into him. His cheeks reflexively tightened before being chastised by the gorgeous redhead behind him. "Trust me slave, it will be easier if you can relax." Mistress Kristen chimed in "You told her that you've never been fucked in the ass. That will change tonight. It's funny, you've always enjoyed bending ME over the footboard..." Adam felt Mistress Katie's finger once again, generously massaging lube onto his virgin asshole. Mistress Kristen scooted forward and allowed Adam to resume licking her. "Just for a moment slave, Mistress Katie is putting her cock on. I want to watch your face while she fucks you!" Mistress Kristen's hand again replaced Adam's tongue as he felt Mistress Katie's strapon pressed against his clenched ass. An open handed slap to the ass reminded Adam to attempt to relax. The dildo felt strange as it slid inside him. It burned and stretched, but also felt warm and filling. Mistress Katie pressed against him slowly and firmly, the dildo burrowing deeper into his ass. As she pulled back, a strange calm came over him. Katie pulled it almost all the way out before resuming her slow steady inward stroke. The strain once again returned to Adam's face as the dildo went a bit farther than the last stroke. Mistress Kristen started rubbing her clit harder. "Mmmm, wince for me slave boy!" She gently pinched her clit and rolled her thumb and forefinger back and forth. "Oh, god, you're so sexy when she's fucking your ass" Adam's ass offered less resistance with each stroke and Mistress Katie gently increased her rhythm. She pushed in a little farther each stroke until her hips were slapping against Adam's warmed red bottom. "Good boy!" remarked Mistress Katie, "You're taking all of my cock" Adam groaned with an strange blend of pleasure and humiliation. "Fuck him harder! I want him to scream for me while I cum!" Mistress Kristen yelled. Mistress Katie obliged her and drilled into Adam's ass fast and deep. Adam's groans grew into full fledged screams as his asshole was stretched. Pleasure began to replace the pain in his voice. All of a sudden, Mistress Katie turned the vibration on in her strapon and Adam's screams went an octave higher. "Oh God Yes!" shouted Kristen, her stocking clad thighs shaking. She came and unleashed a torrent of fluid from her pussy. Mistress Katie took one final stroke, burying the dildo deep in slaveboy's ass and holding it there until Kristen's orgasm subsided. Adam smiled. In his past encounters, satisfying Mistress Kristen meant that he would soon be enjoying a wonderful orgasm of his own. Mistress Katie pulled the dildo from his ass and sat next to Kristen on the bed. Both women gazed upon the euphoric look of anticipation on his face. "You can tell him." Mistress Kristen said. Adam was puzzled. "Tell him what?" he silently wondered. "Well Adam," Mistress Katie started, seemingly in response to his silent question. "I'm not entirely pleased with the progress that you and Mistress Kristen have been making. You're expecting us to take care of you right now, aren't you?" Adam nodded in response. "That's the problem. You're serving her well, but you're only doing so to intensify your own orgasm. The true goal of slave training is to derive your pleasure from service. Then if you truly please your Mistress, she will reward you with an orgasm." She turned to Kristen. "You've been too lenient on him. I can see why, that man has a magnificent cock. So much bigger than the one I'm used to at home. It's natural that you'd like to keep that cock happy" She again turned to Adam, "That's why you're going to stay locked up." Adam's heart skipped a beat. Mistress Katie dangled the keys to Adam's cock cage in front of him, and put them in her purse. "I'll hang onto these. And you'll continue to serve Mistress Kristen until I believe you have earned an orgasm." She grabbed her purse and exited the bedroom. Adam looked up at Mistress Kristen incredulously, searching for remorse in her eyes. He was met with only a stern response. "She's right." Mistress Kristen Ch. 06 "Ding!" Adam heard his phone alert him to an incoming email. He briefly glanced towards his phone, halfway across the living room and wondered what work emergency he was ignoring. He thought better of it and returned his lips to Mistress Kristen's shoes. Adam applied small kisses from the toes of her pumps, all the way up the side and down the heel before taking the 4 inch stiletto into his mouth. Adam was naked, save for the steel cage still encasing his cock since Mistress Katie had disappeared with the key last Saturday night. It was now Thursday, and Adam had served Mistress Kristen every night this week without so much as an erection. Each night started immediately after dinner. Mistress Kristen would go upstairs and change into a stunning outfit, then demand Adam strip and serve her. Tonight it was a pink lacy bra and panty set, complete with garterbelt and black stockings- Adam's favorite. Adam finished kissing both of Mistress Kristen's shoes when he was rewarded. "You may kiss my stockings. Starting at the bottom, slowly working your way up." "Thank you Mistress," Adam genuinely replied. He wasted no time pressing his lips gently to the soft nylon of Mistress's stockings. He gave little kisses, sometimes sneaking in the tiniest lick. He kissed his way up, careful to stop short of Mistress's lacy tops – a lesson he had painfully learned Monday night. "Good slaveboy." Mistress Kristen said somewhat sarcastically. She tapped her open palm with a riding crop. "I may not need this tonight." "Mistress, may I kiss your lace?" "Yes Adam" Adam enthusiastically kissed the lace tops of her stockings, working from the garter attachment all the way around. He made sure he was clean shaven, lest his cheek stubble accidentally snag and run Mistress's stockings- Wednesday's lesson. Adam was now close enough to smell his wife's moistening panties. He paused and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her arousal. Blood attempted to surge into his caged member. Adam groaned as he felt his cock test the steel. God he wanted to cum so bad! Adam quickly set back to work with urgency, kissing her stocking tops deeper and faster. This was exactly the response Kristen was looking for. "Stand up," she commanded. Adam rose without delay, standing before Mistress on the couch. She sat back, dragging the tip of her left heel up the inside of Adam's right thigh. She lifted his cock with her shoe, then let it drop, the weight of the cage assisting. She rapped her toe against the cage a few times. Adam shook. His balls grew swollen and heavy with 5 nights of cum pent up inside. Even the slightest jar brought discomfort. Adam's face remained steeled. A few deep breaths were his only visible signs of discomfort. "We're coming along nicely." Mistress Kristen said. "I think you've earned a little treat, follow me upstairs. On your hands and knees of course." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress!" Adam replied without much thought at all. He dropped to all fours and followed Mistress upstairs, wondering what his treat was. His "rewards" this week had only served to tease him. Monday night, he was allowed listen to Mistress pleasure herself. Tuesday he got to watch. Last night she allowed him to lick her juices afterwards. As they entered the bedroom, there was a ball gag with a dildo attached to it lying on the bed. Adam had never dreamt of such a toy two months ago, now his wife was securing it in place. With locks of course. Mistress Kristen commanded Adam to lie on his back. She climbed on top, straddling him. She lowered her mouth as if to kiss him. Adam watched as her lips touched the head of the black rubber cock. She ran her tongue down the bottom side of it. His cock tried desperately to spring to action at the sight of his wife giving a blow job literally right before his eyes. Adam's hips bucked, drawing a quick rebuke from Mistress. "Slave boy wouldn't want to lose his reward would he?" "No Ma'am." Adam replied into the gag. Mistress Kristen continued giving head to the rubber cock. Her eyes stared into him, then to the 6" black dildo. Adam watched her intently, imagining how those lips would feel on his cock-whenever Katie would let it out. Mistress Kristen rose to her knees, still eyeing the dildo. "God, this week has been so hard for me. I haven't been able to cum with a nice hard cock inside me." "At least you've cum every night." Adam silently thought. "Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress" were the words that got whispered into the gag. "I guess this will have to do, although this is much bigger." Kristen punctuated her complaint with a slap to the cage. She spun 180 degrees and lowered her dripping pussy onto Adam's mouth-cock. She lowered herself slowly, being accustomed to a larger cock. Adam stared wide-eyed at Mistress's beautiful shaved pussy, moving closer to his face. Her pussy lips wet the tip of Adam's nose at the bottom of every stroke. Mistress Kristen rocked her hips slowly up and down on the dildo. She lowered her face towards Adam's restrained cock and saw his head pressing through the gaps between the bars of the cage. Kristen gave Adam's swollen balls a soft slap. It didn't matter. Already sore from the five night's worth of teasing without release, she may as well have kicked them. Adam recoiled at the shock. "Not wanting this? I can slap harder." Mistress Kristen taunted her slave before proving she could. Adam mumbled "Thank you Mistress" as he tried not to pull away from her touch Mistress Kristen alternated sucking and slapping Adam's cock and balls as she gradually increased her tempo. Pain and pleasure tore alternating currents through Adam's body. Kristen grabbed Adam's balls and squeezed hard. His body tensed, spurring Kristen to ride faster. Her legs shook as she approached orgasm. Mistress Kristen cried out. Her juices ran down the rubber cock, past the leather stop and into Adam's mouth. Mistress Kristen gave three deep, powerful strokes as she shook atop her slave's face-cock. After her orgasm subsided, Mistress Kristen stood over her slave with a huge smile on her face. She picked up her riding crop and her phone. She stood at the foot of the bed absent-mindedly flicking Adam with the crop while she dialed Mistress Katie. "I think he's ready," she said into the phone. "You were right, he eventually started focusing solely on MY pleasure, the way he should be." "OK, see you then. Bye," she hung up. Adam's mind flooded with questions. Ready for what? When was she going to see Mistress Katie? Would she let his cock out. Mistress Kristen Ch. 07 "Ding!" A new email hit Adam's phone midway through the Friday morning status meeting. He furtively glanced down. "The Collective?" he thought to himself. "Who's that? Probably some more spam. DELETE." His attention turned back to the next office drone reporting on his go-dos. He had become grumpy and jaded. His cock had been locked in a steel cage for two weeks come tomorrow. "Adam!" The sharp call of the project leader's voice cut through the air and snapped his attention back to his work. Carol. Until the Mistresses Kristen and Katie came into his life, he swore she was the most evil bitch he had met. Adam updated the status of his tasks, slightly embarrassed at being caught without paying attention. He endured the rest of the meeting and started mentally running out the clock on the work week. His phone went off again, and again "The Collective" was demanding his attention. Skeptically, he opened it. "Adam, We don't like being ignored." "What the fuck?!" Adam came close to saying aloud. "You have been serving your wife well. She will be requiring your presence at an event of ours tonight. You will be there. You will be on time. You will represent your Mistress well. Who knows? Your cock may even get let out. And don't ever ignore our emails again. We don't like it." Adam stood up and glanced around the room over top of his cube. Was he being watched? He slammed his laptop shut, scurried out of the office and sped home.. He bolted up the stairs in time and saw his wife. He started to speak, but was cut off. "So you finally checked your email? Clothes off. Then you're helping me get ready. We've got a big night tonight." "What's go-?" Again he was cut off. "You'll see. And hurry up, you don't want to be late." As Adam quickly stripped down to his cage, his wife lay face down on the bed. "I need lotion," Mistress Kristen stated matter of factly. Adam correctly interpreted this as an order and knelt on the bed and massaged lotion into his wife's back. Once done, she flipped over and elegantly presented her right leg toward Her slave. Adam pressed her leg against to the side of his face. He loved Mistress legs. He took his time rubbing the lotion into her gorgeous legs. She purred as he loving and firmly stroked her foot. He repeated this labor of love on her other leg, enjoying her long, smooth, sexy legs. Once finished, he moved on to her stomach and her full, perky breasts. "Enough fun for now," Kristen quipped as she stood up. She walked toward the dresser as Adam noticed his cock filling his cage. Mistress Kristen opened her drawer, pulling out a black lace garter belt and accompanying stockings. She fastened the garter belt and handed Adam the stockings. She again raised her foot to him. Without needing a command, Adam encased one leg, then the other in a smooth nylon stocking. Kristen stood staring at him until he dropped to his knees and fastened the garters. Mistress Kristen donned a black lace bra, then commanded Adam to fetch her new dress from the closet. Adam retrieved red dress he had never seen on her. She stepped into it and he zipped it for her. She fetched his favorite 4" heels and allowed Adam to put them on her. Adam was blown away. The dress looked amazing on her. She showed ample cleavage and the skirt was about average length, but loose fitting. Very easy to pull up and show her stockings. She was ready to go, but he stood nearly naked. "What shall I wear Mistress?" "Your outfit is in your nightstand drawer." Adam skeptically opened the drawer to see just a ball gag, leather wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, and a collar. A question popped into his head, but his brain pulled it back before it left his lips. That brought a smile to Mistress's lips. Adam put on the cuffs and stood before Mistress Kristen. "OK, time to go." Mistress stated "Come on, we'll be late," as she strode out of the room. He blushed and hesitated before following her into the hall. Did she expect him to leave the house like this? He followed her into the garage where somehow a Lincoln Town Car with limo tints replaced his car. Kristen stared at the door expectantly. Adam's blushed that he was too slow to open the door for her. She got in the back seat, dragging him with her. As the unseen driver started off, Mistress Kristen began to silently tease Adam. Her right hand took a firm grip of Adam's balls. She trailed her nails over his chest, up his neck with the other. She leaned down and licked his cage. Adam strained against the cage and leaned back into the seat. She drew his swollen balls into her mouth. He breathed heavily into the gag as the car made its way across town. He barely noticed as the unknown driver had pulled into the garage of what he thought was Mistress Katie's house. Mistress Kristen attached a leash to Adam's collar and was led out of the car and into the house. The pair entered a formal dining room lit by candles. As he entered the door, Adam noticed a large sturdy table with a white linen table cloth. Beyond the table were two empty chairs and another occupied by a man wearing a blindfold plus the same collar, gag, and cuffs as Adam's. That slave also wore a chastity device, although his looked more comfortable than Adam's leather and steel contraption. Along the walls, there were more people than expected. Comfortable chairs lined the walls, and the seats were filled with many couples like them. Four women, like Mistress Kristen were impeccably dressed in elegant, but very sexy dresses. Adam recognized Mistress Katie as one of them. Seated next to the Mistresses were what Adam correctly assumed to be their slaves -3 males and one female. All of the slaves were dressed identically, except for Adam who was not blindfolded. Mistress Kristen latched Adam's wrists and ankles together and pulled him toward the table. All four Mistresses rose without speaking and roughly forced Adam onto the table. Ropes were quickly attached to his wrist cuffs and pulled tightly above his head. Likewise with his ankles. The Mistresses silently returned to their seats and Mistress Kristen took a seat near the head of the table. Adam craned his neck upward, trying to make eye contact with Kristen. Adam desperately searched for a glance of reassurance, but found none. After minutes of gut-wrenching silence, his mind wandered to the empty chair. There must be another Domme coming, the owner of the last slave, the driver. Then he heard a door close and the familiar click of heels on a hard floor. The sound rattled in his head and settled in his soul. So alluring. So erotic. Yet so threatening. Adam lifts his head to peek back towards the door. The last Mistress enters and nearly takes Adam's breath away. Carol, the ballbusting project manager from work, deliberately enters the room. He had never seen her like this. She was in her mid 40's, but had an excellent body for someone her age. She was in tremendous shape with a flat stomach and firm muscular legs. Carol was petite, about 5'3, although her heels gave her a few inches. Her blonde hair was neatly pulled up and she wore a black and blue evening gown flattered her figure greatly. Carol walked to the foot of the table, looking down at Adam. For the second time today, her voice cut through the air. "Adam," she began, "We've brought you here tonight to bring you and Mistress Kristen into The Collective. We are a group of Dominant Women who share our slaves with each other. We have been mentoring your wife, helping her explore and enjoy her dominance and further your subjugation. We have some rules, which we will go over shortly over dinner. But first we must speak to the finances." "The Collective is its own legal entity which owns this house. Upon joining, you and Kristen would buy your way into the partnership. Your lifetime membership would cost eight thousand dollars up front, and another thousand each year for five years. The terms are non-negotiable, and your wife has already agreed to them. You may sell your membership back to the collective, but only with Kristen's permission. Nod if you agree to these terms." Adam quickly nodded. "Good," Mistress Carol smiled wickedly. "Now Mistress Katie would you bring in the food?" Adam admired Mistress Katie's figure as she stood and headed into the kitchen. Her full, round ass looked amazing in her silver dress. Her heels made it shake seductively as she left. Adam's gaze was broken by a sharp slap on the balls! He grunted into the gag as Mistress Carol scolded him. "Again, your mind is wandering slave." Mistress Katie returned with a cart of various fondue pots and ice. Katie began setting the pots of steaming hot cheese and chocolate on the table around Adam as Mistress Carol continued. "Now, I believe introductions are in order." The other Mistress rose and stood around the table, glancing down at their newest slave. Carol gestured towards the tall Mistress on Adam's right. "This is Mistress Amanda." Adam looked up at the towering blonde and muttered hello into his gag. "And this is our Italian Mistress Francesca." She pointed toward the fiery redhead Katie, "I believe you know Mistress Katie, but you may be better acquainted with her leather covered ass." This brought a chuckle from the Mistresses. "And finally, Mistress Stacy." "Now," Mistress Carol started, "let's talk about your cock being locked away in this poor little cage!" She lifted the cage and let the weight of the steel drop on Adam's tender, swollen balls. "You may have noticed that The Collective keeps all of its slaves locked in chastity. We do not believe that men can be trusted with their erections. But, we do have a way of rewarding well behaved slaves, and punishing bad ones." She again lifted the cage and let it drop onto his balls. "Our locks are different colors. Green locks are for rewarding slaves. Slaves with green locks may be unlocked, played with, and brought to orgasm by any of our Mistresses. Yellow locks may be removed by any Mistress, but slaves may not cum without the permission of THEIR Mistress. And finally red locks may only be removed by your Mistress. Finally, the color of a slave's lock may only be changed by their Mistress, so don't go kissing up to me. Understand?" Adam nodded. "Good!" Carol replied, "Now let's get started!" Mistress Katie brought out the key to his cage, unlocking it. The Mistresses quickly had his cage off, and thirteen days worth of repressed erections roared to life. The Mistress stood, examining their new cock. Hands groping and grabbing Adam's body made him arch up. One Mistress pinched his nipple and he tried to turn away. This only invited more pinches. Mistress Amanda lowered her mouth to his nipple and began sucking. Adam leaned into her, enjoying it. This was short lived, as a painful nibble on Adam's balls reminded him that he was now at the mercy of six Mistresses. Adam nearly jumped tried to jump out of his cuffs as Mistress Katie started drizzling molten chocolate up his leg. Mistress Francesca left a trail of white chocolate across his chest. He cried out, but it only made it as far as the gag. Mistress Stacy punished the outburst by pinching and twisting his nipple. Mistress Kristen, in an act of kindness began sucking the chocolate off Adam's thigh, working towards his rock hard member. Adam look relieved that his wife is trying to please him. She bit his thigh hard, making him wince again. Adam looked down to her, betrayed. She gave him a big-eyed innocent look. Mistress Carol then regained control of the proceedings. "Looks like he's ready. Who drew number one?" "That would be me," replied Mistress Stacy. Mistresses Katie and Francesca took her hands as Mistress Stacy climbed up on the table. She stood for a moment, looking down at the slaveboy. She lifted her skirt and lowered her pussy onto Adam's long overdue erection. "I'd be careful Stacy," quipped Amanda, "He's a loaded gun right now. Leave some for the rest of us." Mistress Katie added sarcastically, "Yeah, I'd hate to have to take my frustrations out on Adam. And your husband." Stacy moaned as her pussy stretched over Adam's cock. "Oh God! This is huge. Much bigger than mine!" As Mistress Stacy began fucking Adam, the rest of the Mistresses did what they could to torment him. Piping hot chocolate was dripped and licked off his chest and legs. Mistress Katie started fingering herself, then dangling the her dripping fingers over Adam's nose. Mistress Amanda leaned in and sucked the moist fingers. Adam tried to concentrate hard. He knew he wouldn't last long, and evidently, each Mistress wanted to ride his cock to orgasm. He closed his eyes and took deep, relaxing breaths. He was trying any trick he knew to stop thinking about the warm moist pussy bouncing up and down on his engorged member. The Mistresses seemed to notice because they started doing more and more to break Adam's concentration. He felt a hand tickling his balls. Then a stripe of pain across his thighs. Finally, Stacy gave a powerful thrust, impaling herself on his cock. She moaned and her pussy juices soaked Adam as she came. Two of the Mistresses assisted Stacy in dismounting Adam. Adam enjoyed his temporary reprieve, only to wonder who was next. Mistress Katie scooted up on the table. "Maybe you'd enjoy the view more if I faced away?" she teased. Like Stacy, Mistress Katie lifted her skirt and mounted the fucktoy. Like before, as a Mistress began riding Adam's cock, the other 5 played with the rest of his body. A barrage of kisses, burns, licks, strikes, tickles, and pinches invaded Adam's senses. Adam knew he was close to losing it when Mistress Katie's thighs started shaking. She rode him harder and he strained to keep his testicular dam from bursting. Katie came hard and collapsed forward toward Adam's feet. Adam savored the pause. He congratulated himself on satisfying another Mistress. The relief was short lived however, as he realized he wasn't even halfway done tonight. "Next!" his wife called out. Mistress Francesca climbed on next. She completely removed her dress and mounted Adam in just her lingerie. Adam fixated on one thing. Her stockings. He absolutely loved stockings. The way they looked. The way they felt against his thighs. "Mhhhh!" he grunted sharply as his nipples were simultaneously clamped. Mistress Francesca grabbed the chain between the clamps as if they were the reins of a thoroughbred. She galloped her slave at an incredible pace. The other Mistresses had abandoned giving Adam any pleasant sensations. He was feeling switches and floggers on his legs and feet. Burns on his chest. His thoughts ping-ponged back and forth between the sexy Italian woman riding his cock and the nerve endings firing throughout his body. Mistress Francesca tugged hard on the chain. Adam screamed in pain, then in pleasure as his balls drained. His cock exploded into Mistress Francesca, unexpectedly setting off her orgasm as well. The other four Mistresses may not have recognized it, but Adam's wife immediately knew. "You fucking came!" she accused. "Well," Carol scolded "I was supposed to be next. I guess that wraps it up for tonight. Like every welcome dinner, those who end the night unsatisfied get to keep the leftovers. You'll be in a red lock until you give your wife, Mistress Amanda, and myself our orgasms." Kristen added, "at the very least." Carol nodded. "Take good care of ours. We'll find something to do with yours." Adam was too mentally exhausted to understand what was happening. His cock was shrinking and the rest of the guests were gathering their things. Mistresses Katie, Francesca, and Stacy had taken their slaves and were out the door. Adam, still tied looked up and saw his wife leading Carol's husband and Amanda's girlfriend out towards the garage. Carol and Amanda looked down at the exhausted slave. Carol turned to Amanda "Get his cage ready, and I'll make up the beds for us." Mistress K's Experiment This story was entirely made possible with the guidance and infusion of ideas and help by Mistress Casey. The story can stand on its own but the characters were developed in the series entitled Spring Walk to a Mistress and Mistress Karinda's Directorial Debut. If you enjoy reading this story please vote or leave a comment. * The summer was coming to an end the children back in school, most holidays finished as Jace sat in his office thinking of the few times that Mistress had summoned him and taught him a few more of the finer points in serving. He had been so grateful that Mistress had so many things on the go during the summer and that the pager was seldom if ever used. Drifting into a lull of his own thoughts, remember the first time that he found out Denise the girl that sold him the pager was also Mistress's pet and how the two of them took him into a space that he never knew existed. Could it actually be, the vibrations in the holster that Mistress had given him for the pager was massaging the nerves along his hipbone. Nervously he pulled the electronic text receiver and stared at it in a stunned state. The message in black and white typed out in full, no pitman strokes or acronyms, flashed back and immediately took his mind into a sub state. "Make sure your body is completely washed and shaved. Arrive at My home at Seven PM sharp!" His mind reeling from the contact, and as he re-holstered the pager, it sat silently on his hip. What could this mean, Mistress had never made such a request before, mentally checking his supplies at home to make sure the razor blades, shaving lotion, and scissors were in an abundant surplus for he would not have a lot of time between work and the arrival time. Going over the message in his head making sure he understood it, completely washed and shaved, sinking in this meant his underarms, legs, chest and his pubic hair, what could this mean? The image he could conjure up was like that of a new born baby, soft cuddly and void of all blemishes, well he would not be like that for he knew no matter how close he shaved their were always tiny bumps or in a few hours stubble, hopefully Mistress would accept this imperfect male and his efforts to please. Rushing home he headed straight to the bathroom turning on the water to make sure it was nice and hot, standing naked he began with the scissors trimming all the longer hair in his pits, loins, and off his goatee. Grabbing the shaving cream can entered the shower first using the puff washed his body vigorously and then rinsed, applied the cream and began the task of shaving four blades later his fingertips could not feel any hair, a few rough spots and quite a few broken skin dripping droplets of blood. Exiting the steamy shower he applied an antiseptic cream to the nicks making sure no infection took hold. Proud of the way he looked he powdered himself and sprayed on a generous dose of body spray and the deodorant stung his bare pits. Enduring the stinging because it was for Mistress he put on his best dress shirt, a well-pressed pair of black dress slacks over top his black briefs, slipping on his clogs at the front door off he was to this new adventure. Arriving at the door he could not help glance at the bay window, which had started this whole adventure. Empty now but not the vision and the series of events that had all started when the naked lady of his dreams had motioned him from the public sidewalk into her chamber of diverse kink. The thoughts were bringing a stirring in his loins, but her firm training was preventing his member from standing at attention and tenting his trousers. Knocking lightly as the door slowly opened to reveal Mistress standing there with the sweetest of smiles, but eyes that penetrated and told nothing of what was to follow. "What are you waiting for, get in out of the night air." said Mistress with laughter in her voice. Stepping inside the door as Mistress shut it and looked at him no words exchanged his routine began undoing the buttons on his shirt, sliding it off his arms folding it and starting a pile, unclasping his belt, then pants button, sliding down the zipper, all under the watchful eye of the Lady whom had turned him into a fantasy of hers and a dream come true of his, sliding his thumbs pulling them over his hips dropping them to the ground stepping out and picking them up and folding the trousers. Next bending over taking off his socks Mistress slowly ran just the fingertips all over his back and around feeling for hairs but none could be found. The briefs were last and as he slowly displayed himself to her the broad smile crossing her face was enough of a reward that he had pleased her with his body shave. Reaching for his member she led him into the kitchen instead of down the stairs to the dungeon. Motioning for him to sit in a chair at the table, she rummaged through a cupboard until she found some extra virgin olive oil. Turning to her naked man on a chair she approached with the bottle of extra virgin olive oil and slowly seductively unscrewed the lid. Pouring a few drops on her palm began to massage the virgin olive oil onto his testicles and shaft. Seeing the gleaming residue she fastened onto his sac a ring and then very carefully and undercarriage and then the top and within seconds his shaft was encased in a clear plastic chastity device. Producing a plastic lock she secured and locked the CB3000 onto him and deposited the key into one of the pockets on her outfit. Gasping not knowing what has happened just before his eyes all he could do was read the instructions that she handed him. As he read she spoke, "Now when ever your eyes wonder the pain will remind you, who owns this little thing you call your manhood!" "Mistress, but why?" he asked as his eyes pleaded with her for an explanation. "Just because I wanted too and it will add to your devotion of Me." was her reply. Sitting in silence now, completed befuddled, he had done everything as she had asked, stayed away when told too, arrived when commanded, done chores such as her landscaping, washing her vehicle, looking after her needs, asking nothing in return but to be close to her. This time she had him changed from the manly him into a clean shaven baby type body, something never dreamed of oh shit the thought just ran through his head what were his Friday beer league hockey teammates going to say not only about his smooth hairless body but this contraption on his manhood. Still locked in thought and now the fear of his humiliation running like a rampaging elephant through out his body, the language and decibel of his unwanted capture evident to the searing eyes of Mistress Karinda. She slowly formed opinions of his behavior and like any good analytical mind fed the data into the proper channels so that her manipulation of this pet man would not only produce the desired results for her satisfaction but the yielding of another step in his growth and lasting servitude. In her corset she slipped up onto the table unfastening her leather chap piece covering her womanhood. Slinging her legs over his shoulders the first test of the chastity device began. The aroma of her excitement filled the passageway, between the slowly invading pussy, and his lips as his nostrils flared and his lungs filled with her aroused scent. The soft swollen lips glistening with the first drops of her dew, eyes now cemented by the actions of her knees and calves pulling him closer and closer to her center of lust. "Lick Me and bring the ecstasy that I have felt from your tongue!" she commanded of him. Watching as his tongue slowly washed up one lip and softly breathed upon the button as it hid inside its hood, and then down the other lip, parting them as his tongue curled and feathered up the center sucking and licking the first drops of honey into his mouth. Reaching the top and flicking like a serpent hissing at an enemy his tongue rattled the button coaxing it from the protective hood so that his lips could snare it and slowly seductively suck it past the cool air into the warm damp cavern of his sensual mouth. The tip of his tongue dangling and licking along and around the pulsating epic-center of her sexual existence causing her hips to grind and mesh with his mouth and tongue letting the rippling effect of the waves of satisfaction flood outwards and fill him with a honey that smoothly slid down his throat and spilt over onto his chin. The pain inside the contraption that surrounded his cock was enormous. His head felt it was going to explode and the top of his brains would shoot out at rates faster than erupting lava from Mount St Helen. His nerve right-of-way transmitting the pain of the open valves inside his manhood the restriction of the blood not letting his growth transfer making the shooting torture to multiply quicker and with greater force than a paralyzing tazer shot sending the bolts of electricity through out numbing his central nervous system. Watching with interest Mistress K decided it was time to try and teach him some control. The control was ultimately his own for mentally he would have to regulate the flow of blood into his cock or the naturally swelling or growth would push against the confines of the CB3000 and the resulting pain would be unbearable even for Mistress. "My little demonstration brought about intense pain didn't pet?" she soothingly said into his ear. "Yes, Mistress, the pain was very intense and full of discomfort" was his sheepish reply. "Now, pet that you are fitted properly, I want you to practice controlling your urges," Mistress instructed him. "You are excused, remember to always have your pager near your side at all times!" his mind reeling from these last statements directed squarely at him. Walking home his mind was completely confused; the contraption between his thighs felt odd and was a constant reminder of the control he had given to this lady. Reaching home he quickly went to his bathroom stripped and hopped into the shower, the way the water and the lather trickled into the device at least he knew that cleanliness was not an issue well chastised. Ready for bed his pager went off. The text message slowly appearing before his eyes, the screen lighting up as if a conduit into his mind, what could Mistress desire now? In capital letters the text read, "Pet thank you for being so understanding and accepting My gift this evening. Remember that if you dream naughty dreams you will wake up in pain!" The training was in full force, what was he going to do? A sigh of relief when getting dressed it was not really noticeable underneath his briefs and suit pants. The device would not disturb his workday and after sleeping with it on all night the novelty of it was not too much of a distraction actually his mind hardly recognized that his manhood was caged like an animal. "Your mind, body and soul belong to Me" flickered on his pager just as he was heading out to lunch. His mind working overtime that one statement started a flush of blood rushing towards his balls and the edges of his cock pushing out against the restraints, the first flash of pain like a hot poker searing his frontal lobes. Closing his eyes trying to get control to stop the arousal and alleviate the pain, for him, his thought was give me a migraine anytime. Surviving the day glad that it was a busy one, his mind not having time to worry about the slip at lunch, and the mixed feeling of not getting more messages from mistress, outweighing getting words that would bring about the pain. Cooking him-self dinner, the vibrations of the pager sending the pulses directly to his groin, thoughts of worry and wonderment flooding his very soul. "Do you feel Me possess you, feel how you are pleasing Me, know that you are My pet, My submissive, My lover, My possession!" Mistress hoping that these words would sink in and that he would be able to control his raging horniness and not let the blood flow but the mind completely understand what she was molding him into. Oh how he hated this process but this time his mind relaxed and let the words flow over him like the beads of water from the showerhead. Yes, he knew that she possessed him, that he was her submissive, but the thoughts of being her lover and pet brought a deep soothing feeling and wide grin on his face. Thinking like this helped him not feel the shooting pain from his manhood, was he getting the handle of this control? These kind of messages appeared over the next few days at lunch and dinner times when she knew that he would have time to practice his mental control over the normal male urges to get hard and stroke unconsciously. His mind was accepting her sweet sting of ecstasy, embracing the passion of her fulfillment, the wearing of her chastity belt of obedience; he was being allowed to worship and adore his beloved Mistress by example. Wearing it for over a week and with daily messages teasing him, Mistress decided to give her pet some relief if he behaved properly. Asking him over to her house for an early evening meet. He following the set pattern stripped at the door, and as she perused his body and facial expressions to access his state of acceptance. Pleased at what was being presented to her she broke out in a wide grin easing his transformation from simple part time submissive into the folds of her harmony circle of extended family. Leading him into the dungeon his reward was about to take him into a space that both craved and needed. She was going to use his body to awaken his sex, to train the opening of his inner most pleasure, to possess his balls, mouth, lips and tongue and bring them as instruments of her pleasure for today and every day after as she saw fit. Inserting the key to unlock the device, slowly taking it off, releasing the serpent to the rush of cool dungeon air. Mistress K took some ice and gently began to massage his freed member the cold soothing the rushing blood and at the same time slowly kept his erection from reaching full potential. Placing him onto the St. Andrews Cross where she knelt before him and began to engulf her freed cock. Her lips first gently touching the tip of his penis, like a hummingbird to a flower. Her tongue licking along the underside pressing against and tracing the veins as they began to pulse along the length of hardness. "Yes, My pet you may get hard now and enjoy all that I am going to do." Mistress cooed in her most seductive voice. "Just remember do not cum until I grant permission!" With instructions out of the way in earnest she began to suck and lick him like if he were a Baskin Robbins 31 favored ice cream cone. Knowing that he had over a weeks worth of frustration built up she did not prolong the torture too long and as she brought him to the brink of orgasm her mind turned from lover to Mistress and attached a cock ring at the base of his manhood and one at the tip just below the mushroom head. The blue throbbing veins was a sight that made her pussy drip and run down her inner thighs, the aroma filling the air around them. Releasing the bonds on his wrists and ankles lowering him from the cross, she pushed him onto his back. Straddling his hips she lowered her velvet tunnel down and began to ride him like the stallion she vision him to be. Rocking up and down the thrusting of his hips up to impale her the harder she rode the fiercer he gave until with a gasp for air. "She screamed cum for me slut cum for me NOW!" as Mistress strained her voice in the throes of her orgasm. They both rocketed into the spaces of their own minds paralleled in unison swept together in the waves of orgasmic release. Her inner strength knowing that she still controlled his erections and his mind with whatever method transmitted from her will to action. Knowing that she had him totally captured that her penis attached to the body of a willing pet could be corralled and controlled by chastity devices, or simple commands from her mouth, the total control now could be taken to different levels the limits were now endless. Mistress Laura "Dress me in my garb," she told me. It was a fantasy her and I lived out every time we got together. Her name was Laura, she was a heavyset fortysomething year old housewife. She had been very unhappy in her marriage for years and needed something to live out the frustration her overbearing husband put into her. "I told you to dress me, slave," she demanded in a stern voice. I got out the box that I kept her clothes in. These were clothes that made her into Mistress Laura. I first began with her stockings, putting them on slowly so they would fit snugly on her huge thighs. When I was done, I kissed her thighs and she demanded that I continue. Next came the black garter belt that I fastened the straps to. I made especially sure they were fastened. The last time they came undone and she whipped me with her riding crop. I then got off my knee and rose to her. "You get excited to easily, slave. Do you want me to whip you cock again like the last time?" she asked. "No mistress," I replied. "Then continue or punishment will be severe." I continued like as told and then put her elbow length evening gloves on her. She slapped me for taking too long. I knew my mistress deserved better than my tardiness. I then preceded to put a bow tie around her neck. Women who wore bow ties always turned me on, and she knew it. I preceded to place her cape around her neck as well. I made sure her cape didn’t ruffle up. I then placed a gentlemen’s top hat on her head. She then demanded the final thing that competed her transformation into Mistress Laura. I took out a Punch Presidente, a cigar that was long and thick. It stayed unlit always, and Mistress knew it turned me on. I placed it in her slightly raised hand. Her transformation was complete. She then brought a toy of her own, a chastity belt with a butt plug. "Now, undress and let me put this on. If there is only one person in this room that is going to get pleasure, it will be me," she said in a stern voice. I got undressed and she then put the cigar in her mouth as she fitted me for the belt. I felt so deprived as my cock was under lock and key. She made sure the butt plug was in tight inside my ass. Mistress didn’t lube me because she likes the pleasure and pain that came as it went in. "Now get on the exercise bike and ride it," she commanded. I did as I was told as she sat in the chair and crossed her legs like a lady should. I started pedaling slowly. I could feel the plug moving around as I pedaled. "Faster, dammit," she said. I pedaled faster and then I began to feel the pain. "Move your ass back and forth," she commanded. I did what I was told and the plug started a sensation in me. I hurt getting hard because the belt was restraining me from doing so. Still, I kept on and mistress loved me writhing in pain. She decided to add more pain to the mix and came over to my backside with her crop. She told me my best wasn’t good enough for her and started whipping me with her crop. I went faster and wiggled more. The pain was begging to subside and the pleasure set in. It began to feel good with the plug in me and Mistress whipping me. I then began to let out a moan of joy. I stopped and dropped from the bike. "Now you are learning that pleasure comes in many ways, slave," she told me as I laid there breathing hard. She instructed me to get on my knees and I did so. "I want you to meet two friends of mine," she said and brought in two other women. Both were older and heavy as well. "This is Dorothy and Jayne. They are both unhappy housewives as well. I told them you would give them the pleasure they choose. I forced them to do so as I have them under my will. Undress, bitches," she barked. They were both timid in undressing and Mistress smacked her crop on a table to get them to move along. They sat on the couch naked. "Tell my slave what you want from him, Dorothy," she said. "I want to suck him off while he thrusts his cock back and forth in my mouth," Dorothy replied. Mistress put the cigar back into her mouth as she unlocked my belt. Finally, free at last!!! I got off my knees and she popped my ass with the crop as I walked over to Dorothy. She looked shy and didn’t know how do deal with my fine piece of meat. I then rubbed my meat against her face and she began to lick it. Her tongue felt so nice and felt confident enough to start the blow job. I grabbed wadfuls of her hair and started slowly thrusting. I could tell Dorothy loved my cock. She sucked it hard and ticked the tip with her tongue. I thrusted harder into her and she sucked harder. She loved the pain I made as I had her hair in a my hands. I then began to feel a sensation in my loins which meant I was close to cumming. I began to moan and it jizzed out all in her mouth. She never tasted cum before and loved the saltiness of it. "Get back on your knees," Mistress Laura instructed. My cock was so worn out from thrusting that into that bitch’s mouth. She continued licking it up around her mouth as Mistress asked what Jayne wanted from me. "I want to be fucked in the ass so hard I bleed," she said. Unlike Dorothy, Jayne knew what she wanted. She was ready for a huge piece of meat inside her big ass. She got on all fours as I got behind her. I lubed her ass good and proceeded inserting it in. She didn’t squeal in pain like I did unlubed with the butt plug. I began starting slowly and worked the tempo up bit by bit. She kept telling me go faster as it wasn’t painful. I thrusted hard into her as I wanted to break this anal virgin’s cherry. She then let out more moaning as she was finally coming close. Then with a hard thrust, it popped and I exited out of her ass. "Get dressed, bitches," Mistress told the two. I was instructed back on my knees as they dressed. When they were done, Mistress told them to get out. And she signified that the role playing was over. I got off my knees and came over to kiss her. "Did you have fun?" I asked since it was my idea. "Yes, but I like it more when you control me," she smiled. We made our way to her posh bedroom that was usually occupied by her and her husband. We got into the satin sheeted bed, and cuddled. We laughed as how her friends never knew that we planned this out all along. I put the picture of her husband down from the dresser since I knew she hated him. He was gone for a week on business. We never thought of a relationship as we just liked to fling. It kept our options open. I turned on a CD of a rainfall and we both drifted off to sleep dreaming what we could do next. So much fun, so little time. :-) Mistress' Letter I would like to share with you a letter that resulted from an online affair that went too far. -------------------- Greetings, my pet. Don’t be so surprised to hear from me. You thought that you had escaped me. You were wrong. I know everything about you now - where you live, where you work, your parents, and of course, your cute little wife. Sadly, she’s such a prude. That is why you looked me up in the first place. Yes? Don’t worry. This is not blackmail, although I can really mess things up for you. You should consider yourself lucky that I picked you over the thousands that begged to meet me in person. I knew immediately from the very first e-mail you’ve sent that you can be the perfect submissive that I have been searching for all this time. I understand that you are not into the hardcore bondage and humiliation stuff. No worries. I have plenty of men in my stable that can fill that role. I just want you because you show such strong love and devotion. Your eyes reveal the sincere honesty in your character. Too bad, you have been pussy-whipped by your wife. How often does she give it up anyway – once a week, a month? With me, we could be fucking everyday. I understand that you feel that you have an obligation to her. I am not asking you to leave her. I just require you to be with me from time to time. You already had cheated. With me - no less. There is no need to stop now. It has been a week now since we’ve met. So what have you been doing? I am sure that you have been jacking off at least once a day. You don’t fool me. I know your type. So who was dancing in your head while you tug at your pathetic meat? I can guarantee that that it was neither your wife nor some supermodel. You see my dear, I already captured your heart. You’re just not ready to accept the truth. So tell me. Was it as satisfying as when I ordered you to do it in front of me in my hotel room? It will never be. You have to understand that your pleasure is only mine to give. I already own your body and I want you to give up your soul. You have a very nice cock my pet and you stroke it so enthusiastically. I wished that it is a little bit plumper, though. Don’t you remember? You were naked on the floor of the hotel room while I was sitting on the bed. I was wearing a short frilly skirt and no panties. You drooled upon seeing my wet hairless snatch. You were so adorable. I asked you to take your cock in your hand and kneed your meat for me. I enjoy watching men masturbate. You guys stroke your tools like showing us a prized trophy. However as soon the tingling sensations in your balls starts, your entire macho image disappears. The tough look on your faces immediate turns into helpless longing. Such a naughty boy you were. I told you to masturbate, but I didn’t say that you can cum. Not yet anyway. I slapped your hand away using the riding crop that I had on my hand. It stung. Didn’t it? You have to understand that I have to reinforce the rules. However, I was glad that you kept your head down and didn’t question me. I ran the tip of the riding crop gently along the skin of your thighs staring from your hip to your knees. Then, up again along your inner thigh and up your scrotum. I heard a soft gasp escaped from your lips as it grazed on the skin of your throbbing penis. The pre-cum was flowing freely out of the opening of your cock head. I used the tip of the crop to spread the clear and sticky fluid all around the taunt skin of your penis. If you had looked up, you would have seen me licking my lips hoping to taste your juicy essence. However, you were not granted that privilege yet. Sensing that your urge to orgasm had died down, I instructed you to resume masturbating. Hmmmm. It felt so delicious to be so much in control. You probably didn’t notice but I was getting very aroused myself. I started tweaking my nipples through my sheer blouse. I asked you to slow down your rhythm so that you would prolong you masturbation before feeling the desire to cum again. I was getting so hot watching you abuse your meat. I pinched a little harder on my nipples and squeeze my breast with a little more pressure. Observing your cock head sliding in and out of your fist was getting me so wet. I placed my index finger of my free hand and stick it into my mouth. I licked and sucked on it pretending that it was your cock. You started moaning and, instinctively, you slowed down your pace a little bit more. I did appreciate your effort of following my instructions of not cumming. However, I was afraid that any tiny mistake would have sent your semen flying into the bedspread. I instructed you to stop and you hesitantly but immediately complied. I heard your heavy breathing. You have to admit that following my orders was more pleasurable than having your orgasm. I never anticipated getting this horny so quickly. I instructed you to turn around and face the wall. Staring at the wallpaper and hearing me hustling about probably got you very anxious. I bet the buzzing sound of my vibrator made your heart skip a beat. I knew because I heard you gasp. Silly boy. You should know that I would never “de-virginize” you on our first date. However, I bet my intentions became crystal clear to you when the buzzing sound got muffled and a moan escaped from my lips? You were right. Watching you stroke your cock got my pussy sopping wet. You may not be getting your orgasm, but it doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t get mine. I apologize for the cursing and swearing, but that is just how I am when I am in heat and approaching orgasm. You were probably wishing that it was your cock going in and out of my slippery tunnel. I bet it would have felt real good when my clutching vagina grab hold of that thick meat of yours. Were the sounds I am making driving you crazy? How hard did you fight the urge to just turn around and plunge that cock of yours into my waiting cunt? You can’t do it, can you? You knew that I won’t tolerate disobedience. You would rather suffer stretching pain of your over-engorged cock than potentially losing me forever. So what has changed? Were your wits trying to hinder the desire of your heart? You should know that you are just prolonging the agony, my pet. The love you have for me will overwhelm you sooner or later. I just hope, by the time you realize it, I am still willing to accept you. I saw you struggled with yourself already. I didn’t last long, did it? You came to me, nervous and anxious. Standing outside the door and offering me the bouquet of flowers, I couldn’t have missed your trembling hands. I had a slight smile on me when I asked you to step inside the room. You had been staring at my cleavage ever since I opened the door. They are natural, if you were wondering. I know that it was your first time with another woman despite what you have claimed. I can tell. I closed the door as silently as possible as I watched you nervously walked across the room, looked out the window and took in the lights of the city below. I sensed the chaos running through your head. You knew that you should not be doing this. I approached you from behind. You felt my hands run over your shoulders and muscular arms. I leaned forward pressing my breast upon your back and whispered hotly in your ear. I offered to take your jacket off. I almost giggled when you refused and told me that you would like to talk first. You thought that having your jacket on gave you the capability to bolt from my hotel room. You were wrong. You have to remember that I am the predator. I already have trapped in my web. I just have to wear down your defenses. My fingers slid down your sleeves and caressed the back of your hand. You felt the electricity jump from my fingers into yours. I tickled your palm with my fingernail. After which, I let go. You turned around as soon as the contact of my skin left yours. I knew you would. As you turned around, I am sure that you licked your lips as you gazed upon my tight butt. I can feel your burning stare upon my soft silky legs and curvaceous ass as I strutted to the bar to fix ourselves something to drink. You told me about your high heel and nylon fetish during our previous conversation. Would you blame me if I used that information to bring you to your ultimate downfall? I handed you a drink to calm your nerves. I sneered as I observe you gulp the whole thing down in one motion. I understand how difficult it must have been for you. We have been exchanging e-mails and pictures. I am sure that you had fantasized about me a lot before that day. But I was surprised when you requested that we move our relationship to another level. Ensnaring you was easy. No man can resist my charm. However, I was thrilled that you found the courage to go through with it. You thought that I would not notice that you have been avoiding my gaze ever since you arrived. Were you afraid that looking into my deep green eyes would pulverize your fleeting sense of self-control? You were right. That was my very intention. I made myself up lustfully specially for you – dark eye shadow, extra application of mascara, shiny crimson lips and my soft blond hair pulled back. I knew I was irresistible. I ran my fingers through your hair and allowed you to absorb my image. Slack-jawed, you silently watched my lips move seductively as I speak, you probably didn’t even listen to a word I’ve said. I don’t hold it against for not being attentive; I know the effect I have on men. As I played with you ear, our close proximity also exposed you to the sweet embrace of my beguiling scent, which definitely blocked any light that might flicker in your already clouded mind. Noticing that you had become an unmoving statue, I took the glass away from your hand and rested it on a side table. I held your hand and guided you to sit on the bed beside me. I didn’t sense the tension on your shoulders anymore as I placed one of my hands on it and another on your face. I moved in closer with my lips parted. I paused just about when our lips were almost touching. I wanted to savor the moment of your conquest. As I wrapped my lips around yours, your fate was sealed. It didn’t take long before the rest of your resistance crumbled. Your tender kisses became torrid – filled with desire. My cunt lips were throbbing; calling out for a thick hard cock to pounce on it. I apologize but I had to end it before I lose control myself. I pushed you off and asked you to take off every piece of fiber in your body. I leaned back on my hands and crossed my legs as I watched you undress in front of me. I secretly rubbed the pussy lips together to soothe the itching. At that time, I knew that you were mine. And you still are. Do you really think that the sanctuary of your home can keep your lust for me in check? I can easily drive to where you live and show up at your doorstep. I am sure that one look upon my divine image will immediately fill your heart with intense emotion. You will follow me back to my lair even if you are only wearing your underwear. Or maybe, I should drop by your office and have you kiss my feet in front of your secretary. Yes, you love me feet, don’t you? I bet that was the most mind-blowing orgasm you had for awhile. I’m sure it was. You were still lying on the floor when I left you. So what made you blow your load? Was it the friction and pressure of my nylon covered toes on your penis? Or was it the sensation of my heels poking the opening of your ass? We can do that again, you know? It is up to you now. You know how to get in touch with me. All I need from you is the token of your ultimate devotion. I want that wedding band on your finger for my collection. You can tell that wife of yours that you lost it. As I have mentioned to you earlier, wifey doesn’t have to know. I am now in the process of finding a replacement for you. So don’t take too long. Mistress C. Disclaimer: This is fiction and didn't really happen. I hope you enjoyed this short reading material. Thank you for spending the time. I would love to hear from you. Lastly, don't forget to vote. Mistress Lily Of Ottawa Playing with taboo requires a lot of trust and hardiness, and a lot of us are turned on by the very thing that we loathe and fear. Many of us are sexually aroused by that which we feel repelled by. Consider the case of Stephen Valentin, a big and tall, burly Black man who is quite outspoken in his criticism of police, racial profiling, and North America’s changing demographics and culture. This self-styled ‘racial defender’ has a secret fetish that would surprise most people who knew him. Simply put, the brother is fascinated by White female dominance of the sexual kind. Stephen Valentin is a strong Black man who appears to be a very dominant personality at home and at work, but in the bedroom, he is quite the opposite. Well, it has been said that no one is exactly what they appear. Stephen Valentin is a graduate student at Carleton University, and if one were to judge by his Facebook activity, the brother in question is trying hard to be the next Malcolm X. In his criminology classes, Stephen often speaks about racial profiling, the need for police reform and civilian oversight into judicial matters. From his hero-worship of Black female celebrities like tennis star Serena Williams, singer Alicia Keys and First Lady of the U.S. Michelle Obama, Stephen definitely seems like the type of brother who is looking for his Black queen. Things are never what they seem, and most of Stephen’s friends would be surprised if they knew what he looked at on the Internet. A frequent viewer of the infamous BDSM website known as Kink, Stephen seems to gravitate toward a certain type of sexual activity. Videos featuring dominant White women and Black male submissive types totally tickled his fancy. For a strong Black man who condemns White racism and is quite vocal about speaking up for his rights, to be turned on by such things is the ultimate taboo. Stephen is definitely not what most people would expect, that’s for sure. When he’s not working at his security guard job, he’s in the campus library, writing fiction or browsing the web for the kind of porn he craves. Fortunately for him, the world of femdom ( female domination ) was expanding and becoming more racially diverse. The website Kink featured lots of scenes of White women and dark-skinned male submissive types. Stephen’s kink was becoming more mainstream. Stephen was overjoyed about that. One of the earliest was when short, slender and fair-skinned blonde porn star Aiden Starr dominated the hell out of muscular, dark-skinned African American stud Jack Hammer. Stephen must have jerked off a thousand times to that scene alone. Lots of White female porn stars didn’t like doing scenes with Black men, although that was slowly changing. The world of interracial porn was slowly becoming more mainstream, thanks to sites like Blacks On Blondes, for example. Lots of Black guys loved the website Blacks On Blondes, and its affiliate Spring Thomas, which featured a beautiful young White woman with a Southern accent, who went around picking up Black guys and hooking up with them. Stephen was definitely no exception, and he did enjoy watching Spring Thomas get fucked by tall, lean and athletic, well-endowed Black porn legend Wesley Snipes. Yeah, the porn he loved was slowly becoming more mainstream, but Stephen still wasn’t satisfied. For a time, Stephen Valentin explored the BDSM scene in Ottawa. The few mistresses Stephen dealt with were okay, and he was particularly fond of Mistress Tina, a lovely, forty-something Asian lady whom he had occasional encounters with. Still, Mistress Tina traveled a lot and Stephen only saw her every few months or so, and the brother was left frustrated. Stephen tried hollering at the pretty ladies he saw on his campus, but most of them were NOT into what he liked. These young women were vanilla for the most part. Stephen saw absolutely no future there. They were too normal for him. Too conventional. Stephen was a most unconventional man, that’s for damn sure. Stephen had to navigate these uncertain waters carefully because the Carleton community was small, and he didn’t want people talking about him. In fact, it wasn’t long before Stephen gave up on finding romance on campus altogether. For a time, Stephen Valentin dated a young Black woman named Annie Andrade, and their relationship was fulfilling at first because Annie seemed to understand his needs. They were both from Afro-Caribbean culture, and seemed to relate to each other. Stephen was a church-going, hard-working young man with a serious interest in all things related to Kink and BDSM. Annie Andrade was a sex freak hiding behind the façade of a prim and proper, hard-working college student. They were made for each other. When Stephen Valentin wrote the kind of kinky, salacious erotica that few could stomach for their wickedness and wanton lust, Annie Andrade was the first person to read them. Much to Stephen’s delight, Annie was turned on by his erotic fiction and seemed to embrace most of his kinks. His lust for White women was temporarily abated due to the fact that he had a wonderful, kinky young Black woman in his life. Stephen Valentin was one happy camper, and he thanked his lucky stars that he had Annie Andrade in his life. Around the time that Stephen Valentin was dating Caribbean beauty Annie Andrade, he met a seemingly innocuous but ultimately remarkable woman. Lilith Allston, a petite, blonde-haired and blue-eyed beauty of a certain age living and working in the suburbs of Kanata, Ontario. As luck would have it, Stephen Valentin and Lilith Allston became fast friends, even though they couldn’t be more different. Opposites most definitely do attract, and Stephen Valentin and Lilith Allston are living proof of that. They forged an unlikely friendship. The two confided in each other about their respective problems. Stephen told Lilith about his problems with Annie, his mercurial Caribbean goddess, and Lilith confided in Stephen about her marital problems. Over the years, they kept in touch and enjoyed a beautiful friendship. Fast forward a couple of years, and Lilith Allston is divorced from her passive-aggressive, abusive husband Troy, and Stephen Valentin is single again, jaded after the demise of his long-time romance with Annie Andrade. Stephen has become a recluse, burying himself in his class work and his security gig, and longing for the days when he had a good woman in his life. A sad state of the affairs for these two friends. Loneliness haunted both Lilith and Stephen, until the day Lilith revealed her newfound interest in BDSM to her long-time friend. Stephen was thrilled by Lilith’s curiosity about BDSM, and set out to educate her about this wicked, fascinating new realm. Hell, when Lilith told him she was curious about exploring her dominant side, Stephen even volunteered his, ahem, services as a submissive. For months Stephen waited for Lilith to move back to Ottawa from Thunder Bay, Ontario, where she was doing contract work for some company. When Lilith came back, with her “Mistress Lily” persona in tow, Stephen Valentin gave her one hell of a welcome home party. Mistress Lily lay in bed, clad in a Black bra and matching panties, and smiled to herself as her submissive, Stephen, gently sucked on her toes. The big and tall, ruggedly handsome young Black man sucked her toes, and then worked his way up. Sliding her panties down gently, Stephen buried his face between her legs. A sharp cry escaped Mistress Lily’s lips as he licked her sweet pussy. Good negro, Mistress Lily whispered and Stephen looked up at her and smiled, then continued licking her pussy. When Stephen told Lilith what he was into, she felt conflicted. For Lilith Allston is a very moral person who definitely believed certain boundaries weren’t meant to be crossed. Nevertheless, the more Stephen told her about the controversial practice of race play, the more turned on Lilith became. Stephen assuaged her feelings of guilt, and now the two of them were free to play. Stephen licked Lilith’s pussy with gusto, and soon had her squealing in delight. Afterwards, Lilith laid Stephen on the bed and went to work on him. Taking his dick in her hands, Lilith stroked it and then gently began sucking it. Stephen sighed happily as Lilith sucked his dick, and in no time he was hard as a rock. Grinning, Mistress Lily looked at Stephen, grabbed his face and told her favorite negro to fuck her hard. Stephen smiled wickedly and pulled her on top of him. Rolling a condom on his dick, Stephen was finally ready. With a swift thrust, Stephen penetrated Mistress Lily’s pussy. Mistress Lily licked her lips and wrapped her arms tightly around Stephen’s torso as he slammed his dick into her. Hard and fast they went at it, and rocked together for the better part of an hour. Much later, Stephen rolled the used off of his dick, and tossed it aside. Mistress Lily looked at him and smiled, for the innocuous-looking but tempting she-devil had much more in store for her favorite submissive. Mistress Lily smiled at Stephen as he got on all fours, and she fastened the strap-on dildo about her waist. The day before they’d gone to the adult video store near Rideau Street, Pleasures N Treasures, and bought it. Mistress Lily lubricated the strap-on dildo with Aloe cream as Stephen assumed the position. With a wicked grin, Mistress Lily grabbed Stephen’s hips and worked the dildo up the sexy negro’s ass. Stephen gasped as Mistress Lily penetrated him with the strap-on dildo. Spanking Stephen’s cute brown butt, Mistress Lily grabbed his hips and fucked him with gusto, sinking the dildo deep into his ass. While fucking Stephen, Mistress Lily really went to town on him. At first, she was hesitant but now, with his permission, Mistress Lily really let Stephen have it. As she pegged him with the dildo, Mistress Lily called Stephen a punk, a sissy and most of all, a negro slave. Stephen squealed in delight as she fucked his ass and humiliated him, and begged his mistress for more. Mistress Lily fucked Stephen’s ass and berated him until he begged for mercy. Much later, the two lovebirds lay side by side, happy as can be. Stephen Valentin cradled Lilith Allston/Mistress Lily in his arms, beyond thankful for the sensual experience of a lifetime. Race play is definitely the most taboo of experiences within the realm of BDSM, and not one to be undertaken likely. At last, Stephen found someone to explore his most forbidden fantasies with, and he was a happy camper. Out there in the world, Stephen was tall, dark and outspoken, ready to take on any comers. In the bedroom, he was Mistress Lily’s devoted submissive. All is right with his kinky and twisted world. Mistress Lindsey Braden looked at Linsey pleadingly. He tried to keep his aristocratic face calm—after all, they were dining at DeSoto's—but couldn't she listen? Couldn't she take a bit of pity on him? Braden's cock was locked in the Penitentiary tube, and it was surging to get out. But Lin would have to make the call...it was her cock to deal with! Two nights before, Linsey had tied Braden naked to the hassock after having raised welts on his ass with her trusty scourge, a short whip with six thongs with little metal sharp points interspersed in the thongs. She'd unlocked Braden's Penitentiary Tube, and washed his dick, and of course it had sprouted in her fingers. "God it's such a tiny little thing, Braden" Linsey had said merrily, as she'd lubed it up, and rubbed more than a little lotion into the quite over-filled scrotum. "You have such a tiny penis, under that sexless pot-belly of yours. I should fuck your sexy son instead, Braden Junior, or what do you call him, Brady?" Lin had leaned over and kissed the tip of Braden's glans, and then she tickled his frenulum, the sensitive area under his shaft. As she had bent over, he could see her cleavage in the powder blue bustier, and he almost lost his mind! "I know young Brady is a fuckup, he smokes crack and vandalizes stores, and skateboards on Main Street , but he really is a sexy little bastard, Braden." Linsey then began pumping Braden's cock faster and faster as she'd gone on discussing his son's sexual attributes. Disgusted as he was hearing her go on about his no-good son, now cooling his heels in a court-ordered wilderness training program, Braden tried to focus on how good his cock felt, and realized that the semen was slowly reaching the tip of his penis. Braden's thighs started trembling and he tried not to bite his lip. She would stop if she knew he was on the way to cumming. She would give him a vicious thrashing for squirting his nasty seed on her fingers, but he was desperate here. "And I just know he's not a wimpy little fag like Daddy either." Linsey had stopped rubbing Braden's cock abruptly, sensing that he was close to orgasm. She held her hand away for a excruciating twenty minutes. Then, instead of rubbing Braden's cock with her fingers, Linsey began rubbing her palm, and then the heel of her hand lightly against the tip of his bulging shaft. Braden bit his lip, and tried not to lose his mind. He struggled for a moment against his bonds, but Linsey, a former Girl Scout, had tied and knotted the clothesline tightly. "See, Brady wouldn't let some chick tie him up like this, would he? He impregnated two waitresses and his probation officer before being kicked out of high school, right? You think he'd be such a pussy as you are, Braden?" Braden had thought about it, and had begun crying silently, the tears rolling down his fat cheeks. No, Brady was like his mother in that way, healthy ego, no weird issues. When Melva and six year old Brady had moved out, she'd told Braden that he was a freak for his weird ideas and BDSM websites, and the "sick" things he'd wanted her to do... And he had a need, a terrible need to be teased and locked into chastity...and TORTURED by an evil young woman! What the hell was that about? Lin had taken her thumb and forefinger and begun rubbing the tip of Braden's cock, working her digits rhythmically down his shaft as if she were rolling a joint. Braden, who hadn't cum in 93 days, was barely breathing through his nose, and he was holding his legs quite still, hoping she would forget herself, and he could have an accident. "Think of what a pathetic creature you are, Braden." Lin said acerbically, as she had jutted her breasts forward in the pale blue bustier. "Wouldn't you like to suck my tits? I see you looking at them all the time, you buy me sexy tops, and all that...you'd love it if I took my top off now and let you have a big red nipple to suck." Lin had then pulled one of her breasts out of the bustier and pointed a beautiful, rose colored areola at poor Braden. Would she let him kiss it? He'd kissed them once, just once in the nine months he and Linsey had been together. They were smooth and the breasts were so round and delectable...would he have another chance? Linsey had then moved closer, and put the nipple right in Braden's face, but as he leaned forward, hunching up on his elbows on the hassock to kiss it, Linsey lost her sweet face and slapped Braden hard across the jaw. "Forget it, you pathetic little crybaby." Linsey's face went into cruel amused contempt. "I'd sooner let the homeless guy on the corner of 16th and Vine kiss my tit as a scummy little pervert like you." Linsey had shoved her boob back into her bustier, and Braden had burst into tears. Linsey had laughed in his face, and continued the slow masturbation. Braden had tried desperately to hold his thighs together, hoping she would now let him orgasm as some sort of reward...but she was too smart for that! . He didn't want to irritate Linsey, he'd thought to himself. And she was running her long red nails of her thumb and forefinger up and down his cock, and then she added her middle "fuck you" finger to the mix, and rubbed just a little bit slower. It really had been quite an adventure for Braden, who was nearly out of his mind with lust...and then, just as Braden had been very, very close to cumming, Linsey had taken an ice cube out of her Cosmo and rubbed it slowly up and down Braden's cock, and grinned as it wilted slowly. Braden had burst into tears again. It wasn't fair! First, he hadn't cum, and secondly, she'd only worked on his cock for about twenty minutes...usually she would tease him for HOURS unless it was "her turn." When it was Linsey's "turn" Braden would remain locked up, and he would have the exciting but quite frustrating privilege of massaging her exquisite body, running his nasty little hands all over her breasts and buttocks, and then following up with his tongue, until Lin was sitting on Braden's face, forcing and grinding her vagina into his mouth. After Lin had orgasmed a number of times she would climb off, but sometimes she'd be a bit temperamental, and she'd whip his back, chest and ass because he'd licked her insufficiently. At times like these, Lin would sometimes lock Braden in her cellar and take on a lover for the evening, and have him shivering in there, naked and his cock locked up but harder than ever, as she was fucked to "proper" orgasms. Now, Braden was sitting at dinner with Linsey. They hadn't brought up the previous date, but he was wondering now if she was feeling a little grateful. He'd gotten her to scream in pleasure after she'd locked him back up, doing a real number on her vagina with his tongue, pretending he didn't care that she'd only spent fifteen or twenty lousy minutes teasing him. Braden had surprised Lin with a tennis bracelet, and he had taken her to the hottest Italian restaurant in town. But what could he do to impress her? His dick was beginning to feel seriously neglected. It had been three months since she'd allowed an orgasm, and sometimes she wouldn't see Braden for weeks. "Why don't you firm up a little bit." That would be her helpful hint as to why she wasn't seeing him. And he'd run off to the gym, and hire sadistic trainers to put him through workout regimens to tone him up. And of course Braden would see Linsey in the street, being escorted around by a young man, who just sprouted muscles for fun...it, was no work! And he'd give Linsey a pleading look, sending her flowers and begging her forgiveness. Would she see him? Because of course without her, his dick was locked up for weeks at a time...it didn't get bathed, though the shower shot water through the little holes in the metal tube. When Braden finally did see Lin, she'd tie him down and wash his cock very, very carefully, making him clean as a whistle, and arousing him beyond belief! Linsey also would shave his balls so he was like an infant, telling him that he really didn't need to pretend he was a hirsute man down there...sometimes she painted his toenails and made him wear panties when he left her apartment! But what could Braden do? How could he please this woman? It was wonderful, that after all these half-ass dominatrixes, he'd found a real woman he could have a real relationship with, who was a genuine sadist...but was she pleased with him? Who knew? Linsey Annicchiarico smiled as she watched the anxious face of her dinner companion. Braden Liebster was a powerful man, his own auto agency, on the City Council, all that happy horseshit, but lock him in a chastity tube, and you just had a whiny little bitch. "I really want to be a cuckold in chastity" Braden had told her nine months ago, when they'd met at the Leather Impulse Society. Where do men get those little phrases? Linsey wondered. It was all about the fantasy. Of course Linsey was meeting guys like this right and left. She was auburn haired, curvy and had pouty lips, and she was really bitchy, like the Mila Kunis chick in "That Seventies Show". Not all the time, of course, but guys like Braden seemed to bring it out in her. On their second date, Linsey had taken Braden to a metalworker buddy of hers, who had outfitted him with a nice metal tube. Braden, who had told Lin on their FIRST date that he wanted to turn his life and will over to her, was a little nervous. "But I don't know you that well yet..." How annoying. First he wants to be my eternal slave, and now we don't live in the same zip code, so he's freakin' nervous. Mistress Lively Blake Lively looked over at her middle aged boyfriend, Leonardo Dicaprio as he stuffed his face with his double cheese burger. Sure he's a movie star that makes millions of dollars per film and he's considering marrying the twenty-three year old blonde but he disgusted her. He's fat, hairy, old, and drinks like a fish. She hated it when they fucked on Wednesday nights (the only time she bothered to fuck him) so she made sure they only did it doggy-style so she didn't have to see him. The reason why the beautiful, successful actress is still with him? Publicity. There's rumors her show 'Gossip Girl' is getting canceled and her movie 'The Green Lantern' got horrible reviews. Leonardo on the other hand is Hollywood Gold. Everything he touches gets press, and Blake thinks she might need it. The actress took a final bite of her salad and said "Sweetheart. I have to go I totally forgot I have a salon appointment. I got to stay beautiful for you." Her voice was filled with fake sweetness and the love-blinded older man fell for it. "Okay sweetie. I got the bill." He said with his mouthful. Blake got up kissed him on the forehead and took her purse. She walked out of the restaurant and into the New York streets. She walked two blocks to the hairdresser where she got her hair and nails done then went to the back to get waxed. After her waxing Blake got a cab to her New York apartment where she took a shower and went through her phonebook and decided to call a young starlet for a little fun. -------------------------------------------------- Selena Gomez sat in Blake's living room waiting for the woman she loved. Blake had a secret fetish for woman, she loved dominating them actually. A few years back she dominated former costars from 'The sisterhood of traveling pants' she made those girls her bitches for a good three years then she dropped them all like a bad habit leaving them heartbroken. Her current slaves were Selena Gomez because she was young and innocent. Her costar Leighton Meester who is currently in Morocco singing her little heart out trying to be a singer (Leighton was just easy. She had a dark past and Blake became the one person she could pour out her feelings about it until Leighton fell in love with Blake making her a loyal slave). Also Minka Kelly who is in L.A finishing up her press tour for 'Charlie's Angels', Minka was chosen because she was beautiful and Blake hated baseball so fucking a baseball player's girlfriend gave her a little vindictive thrill. Blake walked into the living room to find her slave. Blake was naked her slender yet curvy body was a beautiful sight. "Strip bitch." Blake said in a gruff tone. Selena took off her clothes and got on her knees. Blake inspected the girl and pulled Selena up by her hair. "Bedroom." Blake said. Selena crawled to Blake's bedroom like the good little whore she was. She stood on her knees as Blake walked in the room put a collar on, Selena. "Stand then bend over. I want that small ass of your up in the air." Blake says in a curt tone. Selena obeys and Blake caresses the young Latina's ass. Blake got a butt plug two inches long and three inches in diameter and put the dry metal object in the young whore's ass. Blake seduced the young Latina a few months ago and she now owns her. She even makes Selena stay with her pop sensation boyfriend, even though Selena has realized that she's a lesbian who hates cock. Blake slapped the younger girl's ass hard and smiles as she yelps in pain. "Poor baby. You love me?" Blake asks spanking Selena. "Yes my beautiful blonde white Mistress." Selena says as Blake rotates the huge ass stretching butt plug in Selena's rectum causing pain. Blake slips a finger into Selena's dripping pussy and smiles. "You don't have any self respect anymore. You're so wet from the pain I cause you. Do you have even an inch of self respect?" Blake asks. "No my Mistress. You have my everything." Selena says. "Good. Now on your knees you no tit having bitch." Blake says. Selena gets on her knees bowing her head in shame. Blake grabs a handful of Selena's hair and moves the younger girl's face between her thighs. Selena starts licking on Blake's clit and sucking until her mistress came hard. "Very good slave." Blake said. "On the bed." Blake said and Selena obeyed. Blake handcuffed Selena to the bed and put a gag ball in the young former Disney Queen's mouth. Blake went into her closet and got a flogger. She licked her lips and hit Selena's almost non-existent tits with a flogger. Making her cry into the gag ball. Blake hit Selena's breast once more, her abdomen, thighs, and her soaking pussy lastly. Blake went into her drawer and got two nipple clamps. She put them on Selena's rock hard nipples and stuck her finger into the younger girl's tight body. Blake finger fucked the young pop star until she was close to an orgasm but stopped. Blake went back into her drawer and got a ten inch strap on that was two inches in diameter. Blake put on the rubber cock and put lube on it. She crawled on the bed and entered Selena hard and rough. Selena moaned as she felt her hole being stretched and with the butt plug still in her she felt pleasure and pain. Blake smiled as she watched her slave make faces of ecstasy and pain. She drilled the young girl with the rubber phallus and she herself cam leaving Selena in heat. Blake pulled out and took the cuffs off of Selena. "Listen bitch we need to talk." Blake said as she took the gag ball out of Selena's mouth. "About what Mistress?" Selena asked fearing she would be dumped by Blake. "I saw you in that French interview pretending that you wanted to Fuck Katy Perry." Blake said angered. She made damn sure her slaves only wanted to be fucked by her. Sure the interview was old but she wanted to make sure Selena wasn't going to leave her for a new mistress. Especially that big tit bitch who used her plastic assets make her famous. "Mistress that was an old video. Before you claimed me. That video was a month before we met." Selena says. Blake slaps Selena causing Selena to hit the pillows and clutch her cheek. Usually Selena enjoyed being abused by her mistress but having this be out of pure anger and jealousy caused fear in Selena. Blake tackled the young Latina and ripped out the butt plug causing Selena to scream in pain. Blake reached in her drawer and got two alligator teeth pussy clamps. She put them on Selena causing her to scream in pain as Blake watch smugly. "You are an ugly, stupid, whorish, no talent having piece of shit. I should beat the shit out of you but I wont. I have a much worse punishment." Blake said taking off her strap on. Blake bent over the bed and said "Lick my asshole." Selena crawled off the bed and got on her knees. She licked Blake's puckered asshole and stuck her tongue inside. She tongue fucked her mistress ass for a good hour before Blake told her to stop. "Time for your punishment." Blake said. Selena looked in confusion as Blake left the room and came back moments later with Ed Westwick the British heartthrob who plays her sexual deviant step-brother on 'Gossip Girl'. Ed was in Blake's guest room listening in on Selena being drilled. "Bitch this is Ed. For the next two hours he'll be your master." Blake says smiling. Blake turns to Ed and continues "Now Ed, this little dyke hates cock so make sure you fuck her in every hole. Make her cum. I want this bitch humiliated and degraded." Blake kisses and walks to the bathroom to have a hot bubble bath and watch on her monitor Selena's punishment. Ed locks the door and takes off his shirt. He walks over to Selena grabs her by her hair forcing her to stand up. He gets on his knees and inspects her asshole to see if it's tight by sticking his middle finger up Selena's ass. Then her pussy that is on fire because of the clamps. Ed stands up and takes all of his clothes off. "Suck my dick." Ed says sitting down on Blake's bed. Selena gets on her knees and licks the head of the Brit's cock. Once he starts moaning she takes the long length into her mouth and starts sucking. Her head bobs up and down on the shaft of the cock until she stops and goes to his balls. She takes one ball into her mouth and starts sucking making the Brit grab onto her hair as she puts a second ball into her mouth. Right before he cums she stops sucking on his balls and sucks on his cock causing the Brit to cum hard into her mouth. The pop star grudgingly swallows the thick semen and looks up at the man who owns her for as of now an hour and a half. "Get on the bed. Doggy style." Ed says. Selena's eyes widen in horror. She gets on the bed in doggy style position. The self proclaimed lesbian flinches as the older man caresses her breast and pinches her nipples hard causing her to force out a moan. He removes the pussy clamps and kisses and sucks on her pussy lips soothing them. He stands on his knees and grabs her hips and thrusts hard into Selena's pussy. The Latina uses everything in her power to prevent herself from having an orgasm. Ed fucks her harder than she's ever been fucked before and starts to rub her swollen clitoris. After a few minutes Selena screams in ecstasy and collapses from both shame and a strong orgasm. Ed pulls out and inserts his middle and index finger into Selena's ass. Selena moans as Ed fingers her roughly. With each thrust of his fingers her ass meets him in great rhythm. Then Ed suddenly stops and moves his fingers out of Selena. She whimpers mournfully and sighs. Ed reached on top of Blake's nightstand and got her handcuffs. He handcuffed Selena hands behind her back and kisses her behind. He smiles as the young singer squirms trying to get out of the bind. He slaps her behind that's still red from Blake's punishment spanking and rises on his knees. He thrusts hard into her ass and Selena screams in pain and pleasure. Selena had been taken in the ass before by Nick Jonas because of his purity pledge they couldn't fuck the regular way so anal sex was the only way they could. Of course it hurt her like hell. Then Blake came along she had her ass fucked with a strap-on and she learned to love anal sex. Ed fucks Selena's ass quick and easy. His cock screwing her intensely until they both came. Ed kisses Selena deeply then got dressed and took the cuffs off of Selena. Then he left her laying on the bed so confuse about her sexuality. Just how Blake wanted. Selena was either going to be raped or mind fucked. Blake would have been find either way but being mind fucked worked well for her. Blake walked in the room to see Selena whose dazed, confused, and her ass leaking semen. Blake smiles and helps her slave to the bathroom and have the girl bathe then send her off in a cab to her hotel. Selena's limp will raise questions everyone will be asking what happened but that's her problem. Blake calls cleaning service to clean her apartment and gets a call from Leo. "Hello, Darling." Leo says sweetly. "Hello sweetheart." Blake says with fake happiness but truthfully he's the last person she wants to talk to. "Listen are you home? There's this gala tonight for solar panels. Can you come with me?" Leo says. "Sure I'll come." Blake says as she lets the cleaning lady in who looks like she's eighteen. "Great I'll pick you up in a three hours." Leo says. "Okay love you." Blake lies. "Love you too." he says and hangs up. Blake rolls her eyes and looks at the clock she has three hours. She sighs and gets ready for the gala. --------------------------------------------------At the gala Blake looked stunning in a black evening gown and matching pumps. With Leo with her they looked like royalty. The gala bored Blake, and it annoyed her that he was still on this save the world thing. In her mind she thought donating money to organizations was enough. Blake sat at the table and drinking vodka when she looked over and saw Selena her little slave holding hands and with her boyfriend the Canadian pop sensation. Selena felt a gaze on her and looked over to see Blake glaring at her. Selena let go of her boyfriend's hand and went to the bathroom. Blake mouthed to Leo that she was going to the bathroom and darted to the ladies room. There she saw Selena. She checked to make sure the room was empty then locked the door. "Take off your panties." Blake says. Selena obediently takes her panties off and hands them to Blake. Blake throws them in the garbage and says "Come to my apartment tomorrow. Ed needs to fuck your dyke ass some more." Blake then leaves and Selena walks back to her boyfriend blushing bright red. Blake kisses Leo passionately to make Selena jealous which works and spends the rest of the evening being Leo's trophy girlfriend.