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Mistress Pat

By: Clausimotto



The story is about my first experience with D/s. It started back in 1996 after going through a divorce and having retired from the military. I had a lot of fetishes growing up but was unable to act upon them until now. I logged on to the computer one night scanning chat rooms. I found one that seemed to be in my local area. I entering the room and politely greeted everyone. I was given a warm response and I started a chat with a female who is a submissive. She was very well versed in this lifestyle and answered a lot of my questions and sent me links to read more about it. Pat told me about the Munch being held this upcoming Saturday and asked if I would be interested in going. I told her yes and I would meet her there.

I met her on Saturday outside the place where the munch was being held. She took me inside and we sat at a table. Pat made the experience very nice and I did not feel as uncomfortable as I otherwise would have been She asked about my kinks or desires and I told her. She smiled as I blurted them out. 

"Would you like to try this real time? My Mistress said it would be ok." She asked

"Yes I would." 

"Great then, here's my address. Be over at my place at 9PM sharp. I will have the front door unlocked and a blindfold will be in the hallway. You will call me Mistress Pat after you have stripped and put the blindfold on. I also want you to bring a gym bag and place in it material items relating to the kinks you told me about. "Any questions?"

I shook my head no and left after the munch was over. I stopped by a local K-Mart and an adult store and did some shopping. I got home and put all the items in the bag and then sat down. I could feel me pulse racing with the anticipated events that might happen later tonight. After taking a nice hot shower, I got dressed, grabbed the gym bag and headed for her place.

I placed a safe call to a friend and after about 30 minutes, I arrived at her house. The house was dimly lit and doubled checked the address. I put out my smoke, grabbed the bag and got out of the car.

I opened the door and hanging on a coat hook was the blindfold. I set the bag down and then took my clothes off. I folded them and put them on a chair beside the door. I put on the blindfold and called out "Mistress Pat."

After standing for what seemed an eternity, I heard the clicking of heels on the tile floor. She said nothing as she approached me. She stopped short of me and I could smell her. After inhaling her scent, I went from anxiety to an excited state of anticipation. She slowly dragged her nails across my skin, causing goose bumps everywhere. 

"Are you ready to experience your kinks that you described to me earlier?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Fine then. I'll take you into the kitchen so we may begin. Do you chosen a safe word?" 

"Yes, it is Sam."

"Perfect then." She replied as she took me into the kitchen. 

"I want you up on the table so I can shave your cock, balls and ass."

"Yes Mistress." I replied as I found the edge of the table, sat on the edge and lied back. She had put a few towns down the take the hardness out of the table and to collect the shavings. I could hear her filling a bowl at the sink and then walking to the table. Pat dipped a wash cloth in the warm water and then soaked my pubic hair to soften it up. I then felt the warm cream being applied to my genital area. 

"Spread your legs for me little boy."

"Yes Mistress." I said spreading my legs wider.

I felt the steel blade of the razor across my balls, momentarily causing them to shrink. A few drops of warm water released them. After about 10 minutes, my cock, balls and ass where void of any pubic hair. She rubbed some lotion over the shaved area and by now, my cock was erect.

Dragging her nails along my cock she said. "Let me get your bag and see what nasty and perverted things you brought."

I was still on the table and I heard her heels on the tile floor going and coming back from the front door. She put the bag down on a chair and I heard the zipper being opened.

"Looks likes someone had fun shopping today". Pat reached in a pulled out a pack on panties that had flowers on them in various colors. "My, what cute little panties you brought." The next item was a pack of thigh high hose with the spandex tops to keep them in place, followed by a pack of hose that where thigh highs but had a waist band and open crotch area. Pat then removed a small bag of panty shields, tampons and disposal enemas. She dug deeper into the bag and removed a 6 inch vibrator and a bag of disposable diapers. 

She looked at the items I had brought and commented. "I see you've come prepared little boy. You do want to be my little boy don't you? Have Mistress put you in panties while I flog you, drip wax on you, use my strap-on on your virgin slut hole, have you lick my cunt." "I guess I'll use the diapers for punishment little boy.

"Time for Mistress to inspect her little boy. I'll help you off the table and I want you to stand away from the table and learn forward holding on to the table with your hands. Your legs will be spread so I can have access to your slut hole."

"Yes Mistress." I replied as I felt a soft hand help me from the table. After a brief moment, I was where she wanted me. Over my shoulder I could hear the snap of a rubber glove and then felt a cool cream being applied over my slut hole.

Mistress Pat poked at my slut hole with her middle finger and slowly pushed it in. It did not take long before she had it all the way in. As soon as it was in, I peed on the floor.

"Oh my, did you just go tinkle on my floor/"

"Yes Mistress."

"Did I give you permission to pee on my floor like a little boy/"

"No Mistress."

"You know I'll have to punish you for that?

"Yes Mistress".

She began to move her finger in and out of my slut hole and then removed it.

"Oh no, seems someone forget to make sure Mistress's property is clean. Did my little boy forget to clean his slut hole before coming over?"

With a deep sigh I replied. "Yes Mistress."

"Stand up little boy. It's time for me to clean out your slut hole." She said as I felt her and take mine and she took me to her bathroom. She led me into a shower and told me to kneel down and to wait. As I was kneeling on the hard floor of the shower, I could hear her open a cabinet door, followed by her saying. "Mistress Pat is going to give you a special douche to clean out your slut hole. Moments later I could hear a soft sound and then realized she was peeing in something. 

"Turn around little boy. Time to clean me." I turn around on my knees and seconds later she had her cunt on my face. "Clean of my cunt little boy. Take a taste of my special douche."

I licked her folds and tasted the sweet fluid in which she was about to give me. "That's a good little boy. Now turn around and I want you to lay with your arms crossed, dead resting on them and your slut hole up for me."

As soon as I was in the position she wanted, I felt another glob of lubricant on my slut hole. I then felt a hard wide plastic tip. "I have my special douche nozzle for you. It's about 1/4 of an inch wide and 6 inches long. Now be a good little boy while I shove this you your slut hole."

I took a deep breath and then felt it slid in. She did not take time to put it in. Once it was in, she asked if I was Ok and I said her yes. A moment later, I felt a warm liquid rush into me. "Be a good little boy and take as much of this douche as you can." She said. She leaned over and then began to rub belly. My cock was rock hard and every once in awhile she would pull it down to watch it flip back up and make a smacking noise against my skin.

Soon it was all it and the bag as empty. "Mistress is going to put a plug up your slut hole to keep your douche in. I want you to tell me when you can't hold it any more."

"Yes Mistress."

I felt the nozzle being pulled out and just as quick she inserted a butt plug.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it/"

"No Mistress."

"Mistress has to punish you for going tinkle on my floor." She had my get on all fours as she took a seat on the toilet. "No put your head between my legs so Mistress can give you a spanking for being a naughty little boy."

"Yes Mistress." Soon my head was between her thighs and I could feel the coolness on the water in the toilet."

"I think twenty smacks should be enough don't you."

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. You will also count each one and if your loose track it starts all over again."

As soon as I answered I felt the sting of her hand on my ass. 

"One." I replied as the others followed in rapid succession. She did alternate between the left and the right but I could feel the hotness of my skin. When she was done, she dragged her nails across my tender skin that made the rest of my skin crawl. It was a sensation I had never felt before and one I would enjoy feeling again.

She pulled my head up from between her legs and told me, she was going to leave the room and for me to expel the douche, take a quick shower and to call her when I was done. When the door closed, I removed the blindfold and looked in the mirror. I turned around to see my red ass and some slight nail marks. I had finally been able to do something that for so long had been buried within me and I yearned to do more.

Mistress Patti



“Admit it. You want me.” 

I’d been using that line on her for over a year and, frankly, had no idea of her age, her marital status, her appearance nor anything else remotely connected with her personal life. It truly boiled down to harmless fun between two people who do long-distance business but have never met and who lighten things up with telephonic flirtation. But one day Patti surprised me. Instead of the usual “in your dreams” retort I’d come to expect, she confounded me with “You’re right. I do”. 

Ever quick with the repartee, I asked, “And how would you like me? Skewered, on a spit, sauteed or oven-broiled?”

She laughed and said, “Oh, I think on a spit is close to how I want to see you.”

“With an apple in my mouth and winking at you?” I laughingly asked.

“Not exactly,” she countered. “Forget the apple. I’d use a gag.”

Flustered, my best response was, “Really?”.

It was her turn to laugh. She said she’d been waiting for some time to give me a retort that equaled my wit and that it seemed she’d succeeded. I couldn’t help but agree. That’s exactly what she’d done; stopped me cold. But, going for what I thought was the kill, I recovered and said, “Okay, you want to gag me and tie me up. Does that about cover it?”

“Mmm... not quite,” she said. “I’d abuse you for all the teasing you’ve been giving me since we began talking.” 

I laughed and fed her back her usual line: “In your dreams.” It tickled her that somehow the tables had been turned. We ended the call on that note but, as best as I can remember, that was the conversation that changed both Patti’s and my phone relationship.

The next time I heard from her, Patti took care of our business quickly then – changing her tone of voice to a sultry femme fatale mode, asked, “Shouldn’t you be on your knees for me?” 

Patti, I thought, had no idea how close she was coming to my fantasy-of-fantasies. But something in the way my voice caught must have tipped her because there was no doubt her question had rocked me. I didn’t quip back, just mumbled a “gotta go” and hung up.

A few days later, I had to call her. The moment she answered, I said “Admit it. You want me.”

“Yes, I do,” she said. “I want you ass-naked and over my knee.”

“Patti! You’re starting to worry me. Any minute now I might start thinking that’s what you really want.”

“Alan,” she countered. “That IS what I really want. I want you at my mercy... and if we can’t meet so I can put you in your proper place then I’ll have to take control of you by phone and e-mail. Tell me,” she continued, “isn’t that really what you’ve been secretly dreaming of? Isn’t a woman who cares enough to dominate you exactly what you want and need?”

There were a few moments of silence because, frankly, I had no idea how to respond. All Patti heard was my stifled breathing. She couldn’t know that the heat in my fevered brain – never mind the physical reaction further on down – was playing havoc with my senses.

A few moments went by before I heard her ask, “Alan?”

“Yes, Mist... ah, Patti,” I fumbled.

“Alan, you almost had it right. I fully expect to become your Mistress. No, don’t say anything. Let’s just leave it for now but if what I’ve been saying has had any affect on you, tell me the next time we talk. Otherwise, I’ll drop it completely. Think long and hard, Alan, and remember, if you decide not to pursue this you won’t have the kind of relationship you’ve always wanted. Oh, and one more thing, did you think for one moment I wouldn’t recognize the writing style of a certain defiant_1 on Literotica? Bye for now.”

She hung up and I just sat there, flummoxed. How could she know that defiant_1 is the nick I use to post my FemDom stories and to chat on IRC? But there was no question, she absolutely did know. This obviously (and painfully) wasn’t a lucky guess on her part. And I thought I’d so carefully disguised myself; that I successfully hid behind my outrageous flirtatiousness. So much for those notions!

I sweated for a few days, alternating between deny-deny-deny or opening up to her. When it became evident that I absolutely had to call her to sort out a business situation, I still hadn’t decided which way to go.

“Uh, hi,” I said, and went into the business reason for my call. Patti took care of it in her usual competent manner and that, I thought, was that. 

It wasn’t. 

“What have you decided?” she asked.

With no hesitation, I said, “I think we have to talk about it.”

“Yes, Alan, we do. The sooner the better. I don’t know who may be in your office right now so I won’t push you. But there is one question you can answer with a simple yes or no. Are you prepared to become my pet?”

“Yes,” I responded, and we ended the call. The truth was that no one was in my office during that call but the delaying tactic helped me come more solidly to grips with the decision I’d made. Now that I’d given her an affirmative response, I felt better about having made the commitment.

The next day, she called. The first thing she said was, “Are you alone?”

“Yes, I am,” I said.

“Good. Now, before we get into specifics I want you to know just how much I’ve enjoyed your stories. ‘A Classified’ and ‘Snow’ both affected me deeply but there is one question I wanted to ask. In the classified story, you ended it with a phone call to the chosen one but you didn’t tell us who it was. Who was it?” (Note: If you haven’t read ‘A Classified’, it may be found in the BDSM section of Literotica.com.)

I laughed and told her that when I wrote the story I thought the Mistress I chose would be obvious to the readers. I also told her that she wasn’t the first to ask. After she pressed, I admitted that it was most definitely Stacey, the more sensual of the applicants.

“I thought so,” she said, “but I wanted you to confirm it. I liked her style, too. If you hadn’t actually made a decision, I was going to suggest it be her.” 

“Why?” I asked. “What made you like her so much?”

“She had all kinds of qualities I admire, not the least of which was her amazing control. What also impressed me was her self-confidence and, of course, the way she handled you.”

“Do you see yourself as a kind of Stacey?” I asked.

We both knew that this part of the conversation was meant to be ice-breaking; working our way into this territory in a manner lending itself more to walking than running. Patti held up her part of the unspoken bargain by replying, “Yes, I do. She genuinely impressed me as being competent, yet sensual, sexy yet assertive, and intelligently domineering. She didn’t go into bitch mode. Instead, she very convincingly seduced you despite the reason she was in your hotel room.”

I agreed, then became quiet.

“In all your stories,” she said, “you give away your turn-ons; foot worship, collaring and doggy training, bondage, discipline, humiliation and eating your own cum. But you don’t like butch Dominas. You like your BDSM sensual. I do, too, but I’ve got a few more things I’d like to add. Care to hear more, Allan?”

“Yes. Please,” I responded.

“Allan,” she softly said, “you almost addressed me as Mistress the other day. Today, you will begin honoring and obeying me by using it in every sentence.”

“Yes please, Mistress,” I corrected myself.

“Good. Are you sitting at your desk, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Push your chair back, then kneel on the floor, your knees spread wide.”

I moved quickly into the submissive position as Mistress Patti had instructed. Picking up the phone, I said: “Mistress, I am kneeling for you, legs spread wide.”

“Good boy,” she said. Strangely, her praise made me feel pride in my obedience and I told her as much. There was a moment of silence at Patti’s end of the line before I heard her say, “Slave, you will do everything in your power to obey, serve, honor and worship me. You will both earn my praise and you’ll earn discipline... but you will always be my boy. I want a slave I can be proud of.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Now,” she said, “there isn’t any doubt at all in my mind that you masturbate to thoughts of being dominated. The question is, how much do you wank? Monthly? Weekly? Daily? More? If you’ve got the libido I think you do, I’d say it’s at least once a day. Which is it, slave?”

“Daily, Mistress. On average. There are occasions when I won’t but that’s really a matter of time and opportunity... or those rare occasions when I’m not in the mood.”

She said my response made sense and thanked me for my honesty, then asked for my most predominant fantasy as I jerked off and, more importantly, how and where I did it.

I took a deep breath, gathered my wits and my bravery, then laid my vulnerability at her feet: “Mistress, I do it right here at my desk. I bring up a .jpg image of my latest fantasy lady, then kneel and lower my pants and underwear and – often – will wear my cock and ball harness. I imagine her as being a seductress who has me wrapped around her little finger. Her natural dominant ability shines through when she puts me in a kneeling and submissive position by simply saying what she desires, much like a dog owner simply says “sit”. I’m overwhelmed by my desire for her and my intense feelings of sexuality.”

“And you have those feelings right now, don’t you?,” she said more than questioned. “My telling you to kneel for me and to spread your knees wide already has you in a doggie frame of mind. And I know your cock is hard for me, too.”

“Yes, Mistress, it is.”

“Good. Put the phone in your left hand, then use your right to stroke it for me. Slowly, pet, slowly. Think of me watching you, sitting on your desk top, my legs crossed, my high heels just inches from your face. Oh, I know you want to kiss and lick my feet. Shall I let you? Hmmm?

“Oh yes, Mistress. Please let me worship your high heels. Please.”

“Keep pulling that cock for me, slave. Tell me when you’re getting close.”

“I’m so excited right now, Mistress. It won’t be long.”

“Then slow down your strokes for me, slave. I don’t want you cumming too fast. And, I definitely do not want you cumming without my permission. Understand?

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Awww, is my boy all hot and bothered by Mistress? Just imagine I’m moving my leg, pet, aiming my shoe at your mouth. Do you see it coming? Do you see the black leather and my spike heel? Do you want to worship my shoe, slave? Keep stroking.”

“God, Mistress... YES! I can actually see it, Mistress. Please allow me to lick your shoe.”

“What a pretty sight you are, pet, kneeling there with your pants down and your hard cock in your hand. Faster, stroke faster. Good boy. I just wish I had my little cat’o’nine tails with me. I want to whip you, Alan. Now, go ahead. Close your eyes and lick my shoe. Adore it. Worship it. Make love to it.”

Entirely caught up in this theater-of-the-mind, I was as close to actually worshiping her shoes as I could be. Eyes closed, I extended my tongue and licked air but my mind told me it was her leather. At one point I moaned, entirely captivated by the fantasy of lips and tongue on her shoe and the reality of stroking my cock. And all the while, her voice through the phone encouraged my submission and obedience.

“Keep kissing, lick them, worship my shoes,” she demanded. “Stare at them and submit. My shoes control you. Kiss and lick them all over, and keep stroking. Stroke it quickly for me. Oh yes, you're such a good slave. It makes me wet to see you there, on your knees in front of me, stroking your cock and obeying, my feet controlling you.”

My imagination was aflame. I was entirely caught in the web of submission.

But Mistress Pattie wasn’t finished: “Now take my high heel into your mouth. Do it, slave. Like how my shoe slides in and out between your lips? I think you do. I think you love it when I fuck your mouth with my heel. Keep sucking. Stroke my cock while my high heel slides in and out of your mouth. Concentrate on my shoe. It controls you. You'll do anything for my me.”

“Keep licking. My shoes own you. You're going to cum for my shoes, aren't you? Beg for permission, slave. Beg me.”

I rasped into the phone, “Please, Mistress, please allow me to cum for you. Please.”

“Good boy,” she said. “Cum for my shoes now, slave. Cum for them. Give in. Make yourself my slave. Cum for me. Do it for me now. Do it for my shoes. Suck them, worship them, obey them. My shoes control you. Cum for my heels. Cum for me, slave. Cum on my shoes... Mmmmm.... Hurry. That’s it. Good boy.”

My moans told her I’d ejaculated wildly, but Mistress Pattie kept at it. “Go ahead, lick it all up for me. Swallow. Mmmm. Yes. Oh yes, very good, slave. Oh yes, you're all mine now. You belong to my spikes, and they control you now. You're addicted to them. Whenever you think of my feet, shoes, boots, and legs, you'll get hard. Whenever you suck my toes, you'll be ready to cum, and you will cum, won't you, over and over. Your cock is mine. I control it.”

What could I say but, “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”



Mistress Pearl



Approaching Kitty's always gives a bit of an adrenaline rush. The anticipation of what is to follow, wondering if I'll be seen entering by anyone I know, will they have any idea of what this place is, what excuse can I give?

There seems to be less plant life at the front door, I'm more exposed, I hope the door is answered quickly. I ring the bell and wait. Who will answer? How will they look at me? Will they remember (or recognise) me?

The door opens; it's a new face. I quickly get off the porch, out of street view. 

I'm taken to the first waiting room and asked to wait. That's OK; I enjoy looking in the glass cabinets, anticipating what mistress may have in store for me today.

As always, I'm hoping for something unexpected, a new twist but today I've also asked mistress to be particularly cruel. I try to control my erection; I don't want to wear myself out before mistress has her way.

The receptionist returns and after handing over my envelope she informs me that Mistress Pearl is running late but that I'm to follow her and get ready. She asks for my camera. I often have mistress take photos of her handiwork. My mind starts racing with what that could entail.

I follow her up the stairs to the main dungeon. The stairs are steep and I stay just enough steps behind her so that my face is at the level of her arse. I breathe deeply hoping to pick up a scent. If my mistress knew this I'd be punished for sure. Smell taste and sound are just as important as "touch" and sight to this slave.

I'm lead into the now familiar main dungeon and expect this is where I'll await mistress's arrival. Interestingly the room appears partially set up already.

"Mistress wants you to take off your clothes." 

I hesitate as she's still in the room. 

"Now." 

She's staying, obviously.

I start undressing, finding the situation slightly humiliating but also arousing.

The receptionist (I don't know her name) begins to take photos, from all angles, close ups as well as more panoramic views. I pause before removing my underpants.

"Mistress wants to see if you're having any bad thoughts, so take them off slowly while I get the evidence for her."

With a mixture of excitement and embarrassment at exposing myself to this essential stranger I lower my underpants while the flash continues to fire.

The inevitable happens and my erect cock bounces free. 

After a couple of shots she looks at me with a reproachful look.

"Mistress may not be pleased."

"Into the shower!" I'm ordered.

I head to the door and move to pick up a dressing gown.

"You won't need that."

I'm surprised. Usually there's so much caution at Salon Kitty's to ensure you are not seen by anyone else. I quickly dash down the hall. As I pass the stairs I hear a voice but don't look back. 

"Make sure you're very clean slave." 

That wasn't mistress's voice! 

There are a few chuckles. More than one. 

I pull the bathroom door closed behind me but the drag tells me there's someone holding the handle on the other side. It's the receptionist.

"Mistress wants me to make sure you clean yourself thoroughly slave. Every inch!"

I start the shower, waiting for it to warm up. The receptionist is peering at me, observing me as one might watch a caged animal. The room is light, there's no need for a flash, and I'm not sure how many photos she's taking. Being brightly lit I feel much more exposed. I turn my back to wash my genitals. 

"No slave."

I turn around. 

"Very clean slave." She states in a flat tone.

I'm both humiliated and excited (and it shows) by the exercise. I'm not sure if I feel more so when she's peering at my genitals or exaggerating eye contact while maintaining a stern, flat expression.

I soap my hand and put it behind my back to wash my arse only to be met with, "last chance slave."

I turn and wash my arse to the camera. Perhaps finishing a little quickly I'm ordered to do that last bit again. 

Stepping out of the shower I'm told to stand where I am.

"Mistress wants to see that you're clean before she will consider you worthy of her presence."

She takes a few close shots for mistress, getting me to lift my balls for a good view, then instructs me to turn around.

I'd asked for a degree of humiliation. I was getting it and I didn't think it was going to lighten up. It didn't!

"Bend over!"

I bend over and between my legs I can see the receptionist inspecting and photographing my arse from very close range.

"Spread them!"

I comply.

"Ok, you can head back to the dungeon."

The humiliation by the stranger being over I waited for her to leave, as I needed to pee. She wasn't moving. 

"I need to pee."

"Sure."

I wait. 

She clearly wasn't leaving. 

"Mistress would like to see that."

There are few thinks harder than trying to piss with anything more than a slight erection. The more I tried to distract myself the harder it became. Having someone peer at you and take photos from all angles wasn't helping.

Invoking Maggie Thatcher and leaning forward in a very awkward position I was able to get a piddling stream happening, much to the amusement of the ever-present photographer.

This time, dashing back to the dungeon, there were no watchers.

"Now, down on all fours in front of the wall."

I moved to the front of the padded wall and knelt down. Beside me were a range of dildos and butt plugs, and a tube of lube.

"Mistress would like to be impressed by seeing what is the largest plug you can insert. She said it will be easier on you later if you do well now."

What did that mean? Was she going to go easy on me or did I need to be well stretched already?

I fleetingly hoped that I would be left alone to perform this act but no, it seems I was to "be" the act. I glanced backwards to see her sitting comfortably behind me, camera at hand.

"Eyes front slave!"

I had a choice here: I could get it over and done with quickly and try for something large straight away or build up slowly but have the embarrassment (and photos) last longer. 

I choose to take it slowly. There's no denying that I was starting to warm to the exhibitionism/humiliation of this scenario. Having someone watch you manoeuvre something into your arse though is very confronting. 

I started very small. Putting a condom on a small dildo, then applying a lot of lube to both the dildo and my arse. The flash went off a few times but I was becoming use to the distraction. My cock had already started to drip and, as the dildo eased past my prostate, a long clear stringy thread of pre-come eased to the floor. Luckily I was on a padded mat covered with towels, my mess would hopefully go unnoticed. 

I moved on to a small butt plug. It's not an easy thing to insert from this position. I needed to put my head and shoulders on the ground (careful not to look around) and my arse high in the air. That clearly left me very intimately exposed. I could sense the photos were being taken from much closer.

Once it was in and filling me I stopped. The next size up looked way too big for me. 

"Is that it?"

"I think so." Was my reply.

There was an unimpressed "Humpf!"

"Put on the blindfold, put in the ear plugs, and stay exactly as you are, don't move a muscle, do not say or do anything until you are told to. They were very strict instructions from Mistress!"

I applied the blindfold that was lying next to the toys, put the earplugs loosely into my ear canals, and obediently moved back into position, not moving an inch.

I vaguely heard the door open and the receptionist leave and I was left in the quietness of the dungeon. I say "quietness" rather than silence, as there are often things to hear if you listen carefully. It may be the phone ringing or the front door opening. Sometimes there are other more sinister noises, particularly if someone's getting a thorough arse flogging. Today I could hear less than usual due to the earplugs. 

Often there's quite a delay before mistress returns in this situation. I wonder whether it's to build anticipation or she can't be bothered with me, and knows the waiting is good for me. After a few minutes my back starts to ache. I'm sure I'll be able to hear when she enters so I stretch up onto all fours.

"Whack!"

Something hits my buttocks, hard.

"Shit!" I yell. I wasn't expecting that.

"Whack." 

Another blow. This time I keep quiet, assuming the second blow was for opening my mouth.

"Whack."

A third blow, right on top of where the first one landed. That really stung.

I realise that I'm still up on all fours. Quickly I put my chest and head to the floor, holding my breath, wondering if that's enough to stop (or at least delay) another blow. All is quiet. I exhale.

Everything is quiet and I keep very still.

I feel a tugging on my arse and the butt plug is removed.

My arse feels relaxed. I wonder what Mistress has in store next.

Without a sound I feel something push up against my anus. Something enters, it's longer than the butt plug but it doesn't feel as wide. Through the edges of the blindfold I see the occasional flash. I realise that what I took as the receptionist leaving was only her quietly letting Mistress into the room. 

As it fills me up I can feel a body press against my buttocks. Mistress is obviously wearing a strap-on. She slowly increases her speed and force. She buries herself deeply, rocking her pelvis back and forth against my arse. She withdraws and teases my anus with a few short prods before plunging back in and fucking me furiously. She withdraws.

"Thwack!" something different hits my cheeks. With senses overloaded it's difficult to know what it is. Perhaps it's a leather strap but the sting felt more like rubber. After perhaps only a minute of this she withdraws.

"On you back slave!" 

The voice is not familiar. It wasn't the receptionists voice or my mistress's.

I obey however, and lie supine on the ground.

With no further words I feel a cord tied tightly around my cock and balls. There's a delay and I can sense movement around me. I jump as I feel a warm stream of piss hit my stomach and cock. It's directed up from my genitals and onto my chest. It splashes my face and I can smell that she's had strong coffee this morning. My mouth is splashed with droplets and licking my lips I can taste the saltiness.

I feel a presence directly above me.

"Clean me up, slave." Muffled slightly by my earplugs.

Immediately her salty lips smother me. Struggling for breath I start to lick. 

I'm trying to visualise what she looks like. Her labia are long and her thighs strong. Who else was on the roster today? 

I twist my head to grab a breath. She smothers me harder. 

"And here!" I hear as she tilts her pelvis and presents her arse. My tongue runs down her crack until it runs across the circle of wrinkles, the tip filling the crater in the middle. She thrusts up and down, fucking my tongue. The cord around my genitals tightens.

"Faster!"

My tongue works harder.

Mistress then lifts her pelvis off my face, though I can still sense her just above me. The pressure remains intense around my cock and balls. The softness of her vulva descends again, though less firm this time. My tongue comes out, a little cautiously. I begin my worship again. 

A trickle of urine ran onto my tongue and into my mouth. I turned my head away instinctively. No words were spoken but a sharp tug on my leash and pressure enough to rip my balls off drew my head back to the midline. I've always struggled to take piss directly in my mouth. I poked my tongue out between my pursed lips as the pressure on my balls eased and mistress released the last of her piss. I'm sure I could hear a laughing in the background, muffled by both the plugs and mistress's thighs.

Rising from her throne mistress tugged on my leash and ordered me to "Turn over!"

I immediately returned to my original position. The wetness of my blindfold was stinging my eyes but I dared not adjust it.

"Whack!"

What was that for I wondered!

I could hear the unmistakable clack of stilettos move away from me towards the door. I though I heard the door open, then all was quiet. Was there anyone left in the room? I hadn't noticed the flash go off in the last minute or so.

I contemplated my situation. Mistress knew of my interest in golden showers. I'd told her I didn't think I was ready to drink any piss and I hadn't really. Was this an instruction from my mistress or was this someone taking matters into her own hands (or my face)?

Once again I felt something push against my arse. 

Bigger this time!

I could feel the coolness of a lot of extra lube.

I felt my cock and balls drawn back, as the noose around them tightened, and the head of another strap-on eased beyond my sphincter. My scrotum was pulled up and backwards such that I could feel her cock separating my balls. Thankfully she went slowly, although the feeling of my cock and balls being strangulated may have distracted me. She then started up a rhythm, thrusting forward and pulling me back by the leash around my genitalia. 

She would often come right out of my ass, wait till my sphincter closed then thrust in again. Each time the resistance seemed less. As she'd thrust forward my balls would be squashed between us.

Finally it stopped, she withdrew and the cord went slack. My ass was high in the air; I dared not relax my position.

Eventually the leash was drawn even tighter between my legs such that my semi-erect cock and balls were pulled back and up towards my abused arse hole. A warm stream of piss started flowing down my crack, stinging my arse hole before running all over my genitals. The stream stopped, the cord went slack and I was left alone.

But not for long!

I wasn't sure whether the door opened or closed but I suddenly felt fingers exploring my ass, probing, stretching, assessing. They withdrew and I felt a large portion of lube added into and around my arse. 

Something much larger than the previous two pushed against my arse. The initial response was to resist. A firm slap on my arse made me see that resistance was only going to complicate matters. My cock and balls appeared to be receiving a rest as mistress concentrated on the task at hand. Push, relax, push relax. The burning sensation was intense. The intensity peaked then my muscles rolled over the maximum diameter and I was left with a huge sense of release along with a deep fullness in my rectum.

Mistress leaned forward, moving deeper into me and placing her weight against my back. She plucked the earplugs out of my ears.

"Good slave. Now stay very quiet and this won't go on for too long. Any complaints and you'll suffer later." My mistress's voice, at last! Mistress Pearl.

She began thrusting slowly, back and forth. It felt that my whole pelvis was filled but the pain was tolerable. Once she had some rhythm she would thrust against me so that her pelvis would smack against my buttocks. To pause she would lean her body on top of mine and reach around to squeeze the head of my cock and crush my balls while I could feel her phallus wiggling inside me. Next she drew back, letting the bulbous end stretch my sphincter until I let out a gasp of pain as it popped out.

"Quiet slave!" was followed by a whack on my arse.

"Roll over!"

I did as I was ordered, lying on my back. Still blindfolded I felt my cock and balls being released, fresh blood rushing in, a mixture of pain and intense relief. A fire quickly fanned, rather than quenched, by another stream of piss. I exhaled but was surprised as my mouth was filled with a squirt of salty piss, a second stream. Immediately a pussy descended onto my mouth g, smothering me and giving me no option but to swallow. I managed to get a breath of air through my nose but as soon as I swallowed mistress let forth with a massive stream of urine (thankfully dilute) covering my face in her nectar 

The stream on my cock and balls slowed to a dribble, but mistress's stream seamed endless. Finally it stopped. Somewhat abruptly!

"Not thirsty today slave?"

"Now open up and maybe you'll get a small reward."

Hesitantly I opened my mouth.

"Wider slave. My aim isn't that good."

I did as I was told and, not unexpectedly, felt a small dribble of urine on my tongue. 

I swallowed.

"Well done slave." 

"You may pleasure me if you wish."

I could smell her just above me. I stuck out my tongue and ran it along her slit, searching for her clitoris. I moved backwards towards her vaginal opening probing to enter.

"Not so fast slave, you weren't that good," lifting herself just out of range. I knew better than to try and lift my head to follow.

"Now open again."

Once again I received a small squirt of piss. I swallowed and awaited my reward. Nothing happened.

"Open again, slave." She clearly had her own set of rules. 

Another squirt, maybe a little larger this time.

"Good slave, now have your reward." 

She removed my blindfold. I could now watch her releasing small jets of piss at her will, strategically timed to hit my mouth and tongue. Whomever had been pissing on my genitals had left the room.

She sat back down on my face, rubbing herself back and forth so that I cleaned her from front to back. Forcing her arse onto my mouth, resting there as she let the last of her urine, a long steady stream, run down, over my face, and as she moved, my mouth, tongue and chin. The camera continued to fire.

Mistress rose and ordered me to move the padded rack into the middle of the room. She manhandled me onto the table, positioning me so that my cock and balls fell through the hole in the middle of the table, making them feel exposed and vulnerable. I had asked for an intense session with constant stimulation and what I was getting was relentless. She secured my wrists and ankles in shackles, then, to ensure I could barely move a muscle, placed straps around my chest and thighs.

"Very good slave. Prepare to have your arse abused to within an inch of its life. 

I have a young new mistress to train today. She's likely to make a few mistakes. She's particularly vicious this one, and gets carried away with her work at times."

Mistress moved to the intercom. I heard the "beep" as she pushed the button and said; "Send up mistress Valkyrie in 5 minutes."

Her stilettos returned, I could see their tips through the face hole in the table.

"I'm going to warm your arse slave. That way mistress Valkyrie's mistakes may not hurt so much. Aren't I a thoughtful mistress slave?"

A small pause was followed by a fierce whack on my arse.

"Answer me when I ask you a question slave! Particularly when I'm trying to be nice to you!"

"Yes, mistress. Thankyou mistress."

Good slave, but your indiscretion will cost you an extra 6 blows with the heavy cane."

"Yes, mistress. I apologise mistress."

She began beating my buttocks with what felt like her hand. A few blows on one buttock then a few on the other, rapidly increasing the intensity. There was a brief pause as she moved away from the table. When she returned it was evident that she had picked up some kind of paddle. She returned to her work. 

I'm always very quiet in these sessions and have only once asked for mercy. Part of the experience is to see just how much pain I can tolerate.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

"Ah, Mistress Valkyrie, how are you this morning?"

"Good morning mistress. Not very happy I'm afraid. A slave didn't turn up to a session!"

This didn't sound good for me! 

"Ah, I see you have a nicely warmed up arse for us."

"Yes mistress, something to take your frustrations out on."

"Now, I thought we could each take one cheek and see what sort of art we can create. Slave doesn't mind marks. Are you left or right handed?"




Mistress Pearl



"Left."

"Well, why don't you take the right cheek, you can probably get a better swing that way."

"Certainly. What are we using to start with?"

"What ever takes your fancy, mistress. See his arse as a blank canvas awaiting your inspiration. We'll work up to a good caning so start with some rubber or leather, don't you think?"

"There's a cock under there to torment if you need a break."

I saw movement in my limited field of vision as mistress Valkyrie inspected under the table.

"Oh, mistress, it's unrestrained!"

"Don't worry, it won't be for long."

"It's also making a mess, mistress. Dripping all over the floor!"

"I've warned you about that before slave. Make him clean it up."

I felt a hand milk my cock Squeezing till it felt the head would split.

"I think that's all, let me check."

By balls were viciously squeezed the shaft milked again. Next I felt fingers being forced into my mouth and tasted the unmistakable sweetness of pre-cum. 

"That's what we do for messy slaves. Let it be a warning."

Completely unprepared I felt the whack of a hand across the head of my cock. I flinched but was completely restrained. My only noticeable response was a pained grunt.

"I think Mistress Valkyrie, that we should take some before and after photos. That way we can let the others decide who is the more artistic of the two of us."

I heard and saw the flash go off a few times.

"Now mistress Valkyrie, I find -- WHACK -it useful - WHACK, WHACK- to build up slowly- WHACK, WHACK, WHACK- establish a rhythm and increase the force slowly. You'll find that slave will tolerate that much better. If you break the skin too early it can ruin your masterpiece."

The blows continued at an increasing rate, generally in the same area but occasionally on my upper thighs. There was a pause followed by blows to my left buttock. These were less regular, less accurate and varied in force more than Mistress Pearl's. Perhaps this reflected experience. The mistresses alternated series of blows till my cheeks had a glowing, puffy feel to them. 

"Ok mistress, now try this."

There was a brief pause followed by a solid belt to my right buttock and an intense sting on my left cheek. A few seconds delay and another. I tensed for the next blow.

"Relax slave, there's a long way to go, conserve your strength."

As I relaxed, and before I could do so completely I felt another blow to the right. I tensed, contracting my buttocks. 

"I said relax slave!"

"We're going to keep doing this until you can follow a few simple instructions!"

I took a deep breath, exhaled and took my mind elsewhere.

Three strong blows followed. I stayed relaxed.

"Good. Now it's your turn mistress. I'm going to check his cock."

The blows started on my right cheek. I wasn't sure what they were using but it had a tail that would flick the opposite cheek if the blow landed correctly.

"Oh, mistress, he's gone soft! Aren't you enjoying this slave? Hit him harder, that may help."

The blows became stronger but more erratic. When they fell on the same tracks as previous blows they hurt far more. While this was happening I felt my cock being stroked to erection under the table. That was followed by a nauseating blow to my balls. 

"Sorry slave, does this feel better?"

The head of my cock was now being gently massaged.

"Yes mistress," I replied.

"Good, then keep the blows coming mistress, he obviously enjoys them."

"Don't you dare come on my hand slave or I'll feed it all to you and make you lick the floor clean!

The massaging of my cock intensified and to avoid coming I concentrated on the blows reigning down on my arse.

The hand eventually left my cock, but was immediately followed by one last slap of the head.

"Mistress, you have done well! I think my side has fallen behind in the artistic merit category. Let's get started with the canes, they're my favourite! We'll start with the light ones and move up to the heavy ones. Slave, this will hurt, particularly as your arse already looks quite bruised and there are a few welts, but if you complain we will only go harder and there will be no rewards. OK?"

"Yes mistress," was all I could muster.

I could hear the mistresses practicing their swings. The "whoosh" through the air was distinctive. I could only wait until the first one struck. As I expected it was to my left cheek. It felt like a thin cane, more of an intense sting than deep pain. Anticipating the blow I was able to remain relaxed.

"Very good slave." 

A complement from my mistress, I felt pleased.

A further blow to the same cheek, harder this time. I flinched. Which cheek next? 

The right. Very hard! 

"Oh, that broke the skin already Mistress Valkyrie. Not to worry, I'll try to make one match on this side. Try a little higher next time, the skin seems a little less damaged there."

Whack. Lower! Was that deliberate so I wouldn't prepare for it or just bad aim.

"My turn."

Whack. Whack. Whack.

"How about some music mistress."

"That would be lovely."

"Anything in particular take your fancy?"

"You mean other than destroying the slaves arse? No, whatever you think suits the occasion."

"OK, you keep working."

I heard footsteps move to the corner of the room and immediately the blows resumed.

At some point the volume came up. Tom Waits, "Bad as Me."

"Keep going mistress, I'm just going to choose our next canes."

I could hear more swishes, some followed by pain on my arse and others from further away, Mistress Pearl practicing her swing with the next weapons.

"Here, try this. Oh, I think I really do have some catching up to do. Would you mind helping mistress?"

"Certainly, after you."

This was followed by a series of blows to my left buttock, firstly from my left, then the right, in time with the music. Occasionally mistress Valkyrie would beat her own side, my right buttock. 

There was a pause and I felt a hand gently caressing my cheeks, moving down between my legs, over my balls and cock.

"Are you enjoying this slave?"

"Yes, mistress," I assumed was the correct answer.

"Good, slave. Your arse is looking a treat and we haven't even started with the heavy canes yet."

I cringed.

"Do you like me playing with my cock and balls?"

"Yes mistress.

That was true.

"They are my cock and balls you know, don't you."

A statement, not a question.

"Yes, mistress," I affirmed.

She gave my balls a very hard squeeze."

"And don't you forget it!"

I heard her stride across the room. I could hear what I thought was her sorting through the basket of canes, choosing their next implements.

Mistress Valkyrie appeared under the table, her face right in front of mine. I saw her hand, still holding a medium sized cane move down towards my exposed genitals. 

"I'm looking forward to getting to work on the other side," she said, with a sadistic smirk. "I wonder how much damage mistress will let me inflict." I felt the cane knock the head of my semi-erect cock. Knocking back and forth as she let out a giggle, staring straight into my eyes as she did so.

"I'm only a beginner you know. It would be a shame if I made a mistake and damaged you a little more than I should." She gave my cock a few harder knocks as she was saying this.

"Wouldn't it slave?" A fierce blow glanced across the very tip of my cock. I recoiled as much as I could and grunted between clenched teeth, "Yes mistress."

She moved away and stood up.

"Here's your cane Mistress. Now, if you're not use to using such a heavy cane start lightly and build up slowly. We have plenty of time, there's no rush. It's good to learn what force is needed to cause bruising, what will cause welts and how much force you'll need to break the skin but ideally leave no permanent damage. It makes it more difficult next time if there's permanent damage. 

The light touch of a cane on my left buttock made me flinch. A few taps made me realise she was taking aim.

The first blow fell. I winced. It hurt, a lot, but part of my buttock was essentially numb now anyway. Another blow on the same cheek only harder this time. A third. Lower down this time on a less warmed section of flesh. It really hurt. I grunted as I exhaled and relaxed, determined not to cry out nor ask for mercy.

"Lovely work,Mistress Pearl, three stripes all aligned beautifully!"

"Thankyou, have a try yourself."

Again I felt the flicker of aim being taken on my right cheek. The cane drew back, I tensed, but nothing happened. I exhaled and relaxed.

"Whack," was followed by a maniacal giggle. That was followed by two more rapid strikes, not accurately places as by her more experienced partner and the pain was not as deep.

"Nice theatre mistress but more control for the next series please. "

The "next" series I thought!

"This will be somewhat harder slave, but if you're very good we may have a reward for you. How many blows do you think we should give mistress?"

"How about another six?" Mistress Valkyrie replied.

"Each?"

"Wonderful idea!" There was a touch of glee in that response, she obviously meant three each.

"OK, I'll start. We'll use the whole buttock this time." I felt the cane rest across the middle of my buttocks.

I jerked my buttocks back as I felt a whack to the underside of my cock. Mistress Valkyrie had put her cane under the table to hit me. The blow was not too painful but took me by complete surprise.

"Stay still slave! " ordered Mistress Pearl. "Any more behaviour like that once we get started and we'll be forced to start again."

A tapping started up on my cock. It wasn't painful but terribly distracting, particularly when one was harder than the rest or applied to the head of my cock.

"Whack."

"I think you should count slave, we wouldn't want you to miss out and not get your monies worth."

"One."

"Whack."

"Two."

By this stage my mind was complete mess. I didn't know where to concentrate.

"Three."

I was distracted by the continual tapping on my cock, worrying me as to what might happen there. Could I protect myself if there was a strong blow? No. Dealing with the pain of the increasing severity of the blows, I was wondering what my arse would look like at the end of this session, but also had to focus on counting.

"Four." Only 2 more to go. Oh, no. That was only half I realised. Perhaps the more junior mistress would be less confident to hit me so hard. 

"Ok, slave. These last two are going to hurt."

A couple of taps told me she was taking careful aim. The first took my breath away. I spluttered. Mistress Valkyrie chuckled. I caught my breath.

"Five."

"Very good, slave."

She moved the cane across my arse like the bow on a violin, occasionally twitching to make me flinch. Mistress Valkyrie was holding the cane tightly against the underside of my cock, pressing it against my body as though stabilising me so that I couldn't get away. Small chance of that!

The cane left my cheek. There was a "swoosh" but no contact. Two different voices chuckled. The cane touched my skin and immediately was raised, another "swoosh" and it came down hard on my raw flesh. 

I was now in that zone where this is a surreal experience. The searing pain is there but it's almost an out of body experience. I was conscious of the cane on my cock sandwiching my penis, and of the pain in the flesh of my arse. I wondered what it looked like. It felt wet but whether it was bleeding I had no idea. It was singing in a high-pitched tone. The cane on my cock flicked back against my balls, I let out a guttural groan. I may just have well have had plugs in my ears; the tinnitus of the pain was overwhelming. Endorphins had kicked in and as the next series of blows commenced, I mumbled out "seven to twelve" as mistress Valkyrie administered her punishment. 

Time seemed to pause. For how long I wasn't sure. I'd asked for a relentless session so I assume it was only a short period of time. I felt almost tender caresses on my arse then through the fog I heard my mistress.

"Well done slave, but I just remembered, we had to give you 6 more canes for you earlier indiscretions."

I felt I was in some clichéd horror movie and just as I was free the monster returns.

"Mistress Valkyrie, he has been a good slave. Why don't you give him his reward as we discussed."

"But mistress, I wanted him to perform for us."

"Oh, he will. Don't worry. If he can't he'll be very sorry, trust me."

Mistress Valkyrie moved under the table, came up close to my face and in little more than a whisper told me, "By the time I've finished with that cock the last thing you'll be wanting to do with it is play with it!"

She gave my cock and balls one vicious slap before taking it in her hand and starting to masturbate me.

"You had better not come before I've finished here slave," warned Mistress Pearl as the first blow came down.

Mistress Valkyrie started working furiously on the head of my cock, obviously trying to force me to displease my mistress.

"If you get one drop of this on me slave I swear I'll force it back up your cock. I want it all in this bowl." She lifted what looked like a salad bowl to my face. At least it was wide.

Two more blows, but I knew I was close to coming. 

"I don't think I can hold back, mistress."

"What was that," asked Mistress Valkyrie?

She knew full well what I'd said and started working even harder on my cock.

My mistress at the same time lined up and let fly with a particularly vicious blow across both cheeks.

I was past the point of control and grunted "I'm coming," just in time for mistress Valkyrie to raise the bowl to my cock. I couldn't see if any had spilled, as my field of view was limited.

"Oh, dear. He's been a very naughty slave mistress."

Mistress Pearl bent down looked in the bowl, then to me. 

"I'm very disappointed slave, is that all you could produce after all my attentions."

"Let me see if there's any more there mistress," suggested Mistress Valkyrie.

She started milking my cock, squeezing it so hard I could feel the head swell well before her hand reached that end. 

"Give me some more slave!"

Next she started masturbating me again. The sensation was intense. Too intense! I jerked and flinched against my restraints. I felt the cane on my buttocks again, followed by a quick whack.

Mistress Valkyrie concentrated her efforts on the head of my cock. What would usually be a pleasurable sensation pre-ejaculation was now unbearably intense pain. The only distraction was the regular whacking of my arse. I fought and strained against my bonds, the mistresses laughed.

"Stay still, slave, you're ruining my aim!"

I can't!" was all I could get out in between grunts and groans, the restraints having loosened just slightly with all my spasms. I was determined not to ask for mercy but I wasn't sure how much longer I could continue. It felt like my cock was being sandpapered and lemon juice used to moisten it.

"Slave, we're going to keep doing this until we can have some peace and quiet here. So, some decency and respect!"

I held my breath, straining until I thought I would explode, trying to ignore the intensity of the pain. I was quivering with the strain, mentally counting the blows to my buttocks, one, two three, mentally trying to disconnect from my penis.

It all stopped. I exhaled and sucked in a huge gasp of air. My eyes were watering and my nose running. I drew massive breaths in and out. Gradually the pain in my cock eased but that made me more aware of my stinging arse. 

"Time to turn him over and pay a bit more attention to the other side don't you think mistress Valkyrie?"

"But what are we going to do about this?" She waved the bowl with my now liquefied come in it under my face. 

"What would you like to do?'

"I think we should make him eat it," suggested Mistress Valkyrie.

I"I have an even better idea, bring it here."

The mistresses moved to the corner of the room. I had no idea what they were up to. A minute or so later they returned. I could see the flash going off a few times. 

"What a work of art you've made mistress."

"Thankyou, you did contribute though."

I felt a finger enter my arse then be withdrawn. Immediately following that, something of a similar size but stiffer was inserted. I felt an odd sensation in my bowels and I realised mistress had injected my own semen into my rectum.

"Now hold onto that slave for the rest of the session or maybe we will make you eat it."

My shackles were released and I was ordered to turn over and place my arms by my side. 

Turning over was itself an effort. All my muscles were aching from the involuntary fight against my restraints. It was like I had spent a couple of hours doing boot camp. Plastic wrap was then placed around me from my chest to my feet. At least 3 layers were applied. This again completely restrained me. I could wiggle my toes and my fingers, though they were within the plastic. The only other thing I could move was my head.

Mistress Pearl now came at me with a large pair of scissors. 

"Now slave, stay very still, though I don't think that will be too hard will it."

Mistress Valkyrie blocked what little view I had by exposing her left breast and putting her nipple to my mouth. I could feel mistress run the blades of the scissors across my genitals, teasing me, trying to worry me that she may cut them. I had to twist my head to the side to grab a breath of air. Mistress Valkyrie forced her breast back into my mouth as I felt the touch of cold steel on my groin. 

I could feel my cock and balls freed from the confines of the plastic wrap. My balls were roughly dragged up from between my thighs to allow complete access. 

I could visualise my genetalia looking exposed and lonely on a sea of plastic. I was unable to move except to push my head into mistress Valkyrie's cleavage when both cock and balls where slapped and squeezed. My bondage was far more restrictive than when I was lying prone. 

"Are you thirsty slave," asked mistress Valkyrie?

"A little mistress." I was wary of what she might be planning to give me.

She moved away and shortly after I heard the tap running. Meanwhile Mistress Pearl was preparing some items on a trolley. I couldn't see what they were but as I tried to look she picked up a crop and whacked the shaft of my cock.

"You'll feel this when I'm ready, slave. I didn't say you could look!"

"Mistress Valkyrie, slave likes to have his senses tested. Let's see how well he can learn our tastes when you've finished watering him."

"I would give you a glass of my special nectar but there's just not much there.....yet," Mistress Valkyrie smirked.

She took a few sips from her cup (nothing bad I assumed) then ordered me to open my mouth. She took another sip then allowed water to trickle from her mouth into mine. She smiled an evil grin, took another sip and repeated the process. Eventually the cup was empty.

"Oh, and I bet slave is still thirsty. You've been such a good slave as well. Let mistress help you. Open wide."

She closed her lips, her cheeks worked back and forth, and then she let out a long string of saliva into my mouth.

I swallowed. What else could I do?

"Well." A slap on my cock followed.

"Thankyou mistress." 

"That's better, slave. Now open again."

The process was repeated twice more. While that was happening I could feel my cock and balls being bound with rope. I could feel my cock becoming erect again.

"That's good slave, something to aim at." It was Mistress Pearl.

I could feel my balls being stretched and assumed multiple loops of rope were being wound around the scrotum. I tensed; it was all I could do, as mistress flicked my balls.

Meanwhile mistress Valkyrie had positioned her armpit over my face.




Mistress Pearl



"I'm a bit sweaty from all my efforts to please you, slave. Lick it, and remember the taste!"

I slavishly licked mistress' armpit. I tasted the saltiness of her sweat mixed with her body odour and the texture of slight stubble. Something was being applied to my cock. It involved wires. Meanwhile mistress Valkyrie had jumped up onto the table and was presenting her right foot to me. I took her toes into my mouth. Thankfully they didn't taste too bad. The smell of old leather was obvious. I assume she had been wearing stockings rather than socks. I was pleasantly surprised to look up and see that she wasn't wearing any panties. 

"If you want some of this," pointing to her pussy, "you'll have to worship this as well," indicating her arse.

She removed her toes from my mouth and lowered her pussy to my face.

"Make it good slave."

I began to lick, suck and blow and as I did I felt waves of intense tingling in the shaft of my cock. A TENS machine I figured. The sensation was quite pleasant and I moaned slightly. 

"I think he liked that mistress, and it made him give me a nice hum," suggested Mistress Valkyrie.

"Good mistress, this should be even better then."

This time the intensity was much more severe. I groaned more than moaned. Mistress Valkyrie laughed and ground her vulva onto my face. The TENS was administered in waves, a rhythm of up and down, cycling every few seconds. Mistress Valkyrie lifted herself off me, turned herself around, spread her cheeks and placed her arsehole directly onto my mouth. It was obvious what was expected. I wordlessly obeyed. I struggled constantly to get a breath as she enclosed me with her buttocks.

"Deeper slave!"

She spread her cheeks further and as my tongue probed her anus, she started bobbing up and down. Holding on by my nipples to steady herself allowed her to inflict more pain in an as yet untraumatised area. The waves of stimulation to my cock continued.

"Your turn to make our cock dance Mistress Valkyrie."

"One last gift for slave, mistress. Open up."

I opened my mouth, predicting what was about to happen. Small jets of mistress' piss shot into my mouth.

She got up and I was quickly presented with Mistress Pearl's nipple. This was distinctly different from mistress Valkyrie's, being smaller and firmer. Little did I know that recognising that difference was going to be important later.

Mistress repeated the steps that mistress Valkyrie had gone through, armpits, toes, pussy and arse. At the end she also released a trickle of urine. Meanwhile mistress Valkyrie had her own style with the TENS machine. She would also combine it with brutally squeezing my balls and asking mistress "How's that?" as she squeezed and I responded with groans and moans muffled by Mistress Pearl's vulva.

Eventually they stopped. "Get the blindfold mistress, I'll disconnect him."

The blindfold was applied, and checked to see that I couldn't see out the sides or through the bottom.

"Ok, let's see how much slave has learned. Which implement would you like to use mistress?" enquired Mistress Pearl.

"I'm spoilt for choice mistress!"

"Well, try a few and see what you prefer. You don't mind, do you slave."

A statement, not a question!

Again I heard a few "swoosh's" through the air then suddenly I felt the unmistakable sting of a thin cane on the shaft of my cock.

"Hmm. I'm not sure."

Whack, another blow.

"No I don't think so."

Next I could hear something with a much broader sound then searing pain not only on my shaft but also on my balls (still tied and probably purple by now) and on the very tip of my glans. Obviously it was a flogger of some sort.

A gleeful, "Perfect," followed.

"And what about you mistress, what will you choose?"

"Ah. I have this, my favourite."

I felt something hit the skin on my groin. That was instantly followed by an intense burning on my cock, as though it had been touched with a red-hot poker.

Some whip, possibly rubber I thought.

Both mistresses laughed as I cried out and spasmed within my restraints.

"You didn't seem to like that slave. Now listen carefully."

I tried to control my feverish breathing so as I could hear the instructions.

"We're now going to see just how good you senses of smell and taste really are. You'll be presented with a treat from one of your mistresses. If you correctly guess who it is then you'll be rewarded. If you get it wrong, well, I think you know what will happen then. Let's get started."

I was still smarting from the last blow but cleared my mind in order to concentrate and hopefully avoid further torture.

I felt someone climb onto the table and lower herself down onto my face. It was a pussy. I was excited. Not only did I recognise the taste and smell but also the shape and size of the labia. I'll get this one right!

She rose from me.

"Mistress Pearl!" I blurted out as soon as my mouth was in the clear.

I was hit hard by the flogger. One of the straps caught the corona of the head of my penis. I was sure I had been right. I was filled with uncertainty.

"Speak only when spoken to, slave! How many times have I had to tell you that in the past."

I stayed quiet, not sure whether I should respond or not. It wasn't a question. Or was it? The uncertainty made me tense in anticipation of another blow.

It didn't come.

"So who's pussy was that?' asked my mistress.

"It was yours Mistress Pearl."

Whack.

I was hit again by my Mistress' whip.

But why I thought! Surely I was correct. The answer was simple and explained by Mistress.

"Very good slave. So every time you get a correct answer you'll only be hit once, by that mistress' device. Otherwise how could you possibly have affirmation that you were correct? We often can't be bothered telling you and this way is so much more fun! Now, from now on give your answer when we poke you in your ribs."

"Tongue out slave!"

I lay there with my tongue pointing up, parrot-like as one of the mistresses climbed onto the table. She lowered her arse onto me. As she was doing so I tried to smell her aroma but her arse was quickly upon me. I searched with my tongue, trying to recognise the feel, the taste even the pressure of the thighs against my head. I felt a poke in my ribs. I really didn't know whose arse I was licking but guessed that they would have swapped. Then again that would be too simple. Without clear thought I blurted out, "Mistress Pearl."

There was a pause followed by three blows from the flogger, vertically down my body. My screams were muffled by the fact that she had sat back down on my face, smothering me.

Next I was confronted with an armpit. I put out my tongue knowing the texture would be a big clue. I was denied. I could use smell only. This was relatively easy. "Mistress Pearl," I responded to my poke in the ribs.

I braced and was pleased when I only received a single blow.

"The next question has two parts. Who and Where. You need to get both right to avoid extra punishment."

I felt a finger part my lips. There was a musky smell. But who was it? I partially guessed and braced myself.

"Mistress' Valkyrie, arse."

I waited. One blow with the flogger followed. That meant it was Mistress Valkyrie. I relaxed. Whack! A second blow. I was confused. If I was wrong it should have been the whip.

"Very good, slave. Correct, on both counts," came Mistress Valkyrie's reply.

"One last test, slave. An easy one." I wasn't particularly reassured by my mistress' assessment.

I felt a syringe at my lips. I parted them, understanding what was coming. A thankfully small volume of urine began trickling into my mouth.

"Savour it slave." 

That was Mistress Pearl, close by, but that was no guarantee that it was her piss. I had no option but to swallow before I could answer the poke in my ribs. 

This was slightly salty, not as strong as Mistress Valkyrie's had been but stronger than Mistress Pearl's. Then again it could easily have changed. I hadn't answered and I felt the whip rest against my cock along with the flogger brushing my balls, requesting an answer.

"Mistress Pearl," I answered, reasoning that without much to drink during the session urine would become stronger rather than dilute.

Both devices lifted but the flogger came down. One, two, three. A slight pause and I received another poke in the ribs.

"Mistress Valkyrie," I sighed and braced, for one more flogging.

One, two, three blows with the whip.

This made no sense.

I was panicking now as I received another poke.

"Think, slave!"

Then it dawned on me.

"Mistress Valkyrie AND Mistress Pearl."

It was a mixture.

"Very good, slave."

I braced and received a congratulatory blow from each of the mistresses.

To be continued...



Mistress Penny's First Day



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This Untold Story takes place prior to the events of Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog.

You may have heard rumors of a faraway place where your dreams of bondage and domination can be made into reality. Those rumors are true.

Just be careful what you wish for.

At Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission, professional mistresses and their slaves are waiting to help you.

As you might imagine, slaves are harder to recruit than mistresses, but Mistress Kathy has overcome this problem. She says the secret to recruiting a slave is to recruit his mistress first. After all, if you offer her the right incentives, she'll be happy to share her toys.

"Please try to understand," explained Penny, finishing her eye liner as she peered into the mirror. "This is how it's going to be from now on."

Isaac sat on the edge of the bed. Watching was all he could do since his collar was still tethered to the bedpost. "I thought this was going to be like the last time," he said, trying not to sound freaked out. "You said we were coming back to the island for the advanced course in bondage and domination."

"But this is advanced. This is way advanced."

"You said it would only be for two weeks."

"I already explained that," she said, pursing her lips in the mirror to see if her lipstick would smudge. "I was lying. I needed a premise to bring you here. Otherwise you would never have agreed to come back. Now that you have, your consent isn't needed. Our slave contract is binding here."

Isaac glanced at the framed document hanging on the wall of their new bedroom. The document competed for attention with the scenic paintings and photographs hanging around it, but the contract occupied the most prominent position in case he needed reminding of who was going to be in charge.

Penny was 22, but looked younger. She worried she might look too young. She wanted her coworkers at the office to take her seriously, but that would be hard if she looked like a teenager in a grown-up costume. She pulled her hair back into a hasty bun to make herself look older.

"Do you like me with my hair up?" She put on her smart-girl glasses and stared at Isaac. "It's not too pretentious?"

"Not if you're going for the librarian look." He tried to sound nonchalant about it, but her sexy "office girl" look combined with her unblinkingly judgmental stare gave him an erection his costume did little to conceal. He turned away in what he hoped was a casual way.

"You're right, it's too much," she said, turning toward the mirror. She pulled her bun apart and let her dark hair flow over her snug black office dress.

He crossed his legs. Inside his little outfit, his swelling shaft had little room to expand, so it was forced to bend at an impossible angle. His leather mittens prevented him from correcting it, and he wondered if other slaves had this problem.

"Do all your co-workers bring their slaves to work with them?" he asked, again trying to be casual.

"Not usually, but this is my first day." She disappeared into the bathroom to fuss with her hair some more. "I'm the newbie. It'll be a couple of weeks before I'm allowed to leave you unattended, so you'll have to stick close to me for a while. Then you'll be assigned duties of your own."

"And will I have to be tied up to do those duties?" He looked down at the leather mittens on his hands. With his elbows fastened behind him, he couldn't even bring his hands together—except behind his back.

"That depends on you. If they like you, they can be lenient. If they don't, they can be strict. But if they REALLY like you—it can go either way. The trick is—you want them to like you, but not too much."

"Your advice isn't helping."

"Don't pretend you didn't want to come back," she said from the other room. "I know you better than that."

Did she really? She knew how to turn him on; that was for sure. But aside from that, he began to wonder if they really knew each other at all.

"Remember our first visit?" she reminisced. "You let me do things to you that we would never do at home. You must have enjoyed it, or you wouldn't have agreed to come back."

"But that was role-playing. I didn't agree to this." He fumbled with the clasp on his leash with his useless hands, but it would not open for him.

"You agreed that I know what's best for both of us." She knew he couldn't argue that fact because it had been put in writing. "We were getting nowhere at our old jobs. Here at least I have a reasonable chance of promotion."

He knew it was a risk to provoke her, but he couldn't help himself. She had gone too far. "You didn't have to lie to me. You didn't have the right to decide for both of us."

She stepped out of the bathroom. "I had every right."

"Yeah? Who made you God?"

She straightened the framed contract. "You did, sweetie." She stepped back and admired it as though it were the prettiest thing about the room. "Just admit that you're enjoying it. I totally saw your boner."

She approached him and unfastened his leash from the bedpost.

He stood up. She wrapped her hands around his new shiny black brief. The garment that barely contained him was fastened with snap-ties on either side which had yet to be field tested.

Her busy hands found his folded shaft—and straightened it for his comfort. He relaxed a bit, and her hands made their way to his backside where they lingered and squeezed.

He felt obliged to hug her back—or to try—but his bound elbows wouldn't let him.

They heard a jingling sound outside.

"They're here." Penny picked up her purse. "They said they'd send a coach to pick us up."

The "coach" was actually a sulky drawn by a pair of topless pony girls. Their high boots had been designed to resemble hooves. Bit gags and blinders adorned their faces, and armbinders held back their arms. Both ponies gazed downward, avoiding eye contact with anyone, including each other.

Tiny bells had been fiendishly attached to their nipples. They jingled no matter what they did.

The driver wore riding gear including a cap, gloves and those peculiar puffy pants that only equestrian riders wear. Aside from the puffs, the suit hugged her curves in ways he couldn't ignore.

"Good morning, Mistress Penny," she said brightly, stepping out of the sulky. "I hope you slept well." She smiled at Isaac. "Or at least enough."

"I did, thanks for asking," Penny replied, handing Isaac's leash to the driver before stepping into the sulky.

To Isaac's disappointment, the sulky had no room for him to ride inside. The driver clasped the end of Isaac's leash to the back end of the sulky. "Will he be needing a gag? I have an extra one under the seat."

"Not today, I think," replied Mistress Penny. "He knows his place."

"Suit yourself," said the driver, whose expression showed she thought it a bad idea.

The driver spanked him once—just for the fun of it. Penny did nothing to object. The dominant women who lived within the Citadel rarely carried money, so allowing a driver to cop a feel from a slave was one of the customary ways of tipping for service.

The driver sat next to Penny and urged the sulky forward. Isaac was forced to trot along behind them as the ponies jingled into motion.

"Thanks for picking us up," said Penny.

"No thanks are necessary," said the driver. "Navigating the avenues of the Citadel can be confusing at first, so we always send out a driver to make sure you're not late for your first day."

The driver set a brisk pace. Isaac felt sorry for the pony girls who had to pull the weight of the sulky. Even though all he had to do was follow, it was an awkward run with his elbows bound, and his bare feet were sore and tender by the time they reached their destination.

It was a large building with a long marble staircase in front. Penny and the driver both stepped out. Penny took a moment to admire the sweating ponies.

"They look so athletic," she said. "May I touch them?"

"Of course," said the driver.

Penny cupped both breasts of the nearest pony, who looked away out of shame. "They're so big, but they feel natural!"

"We don't use silicone," boasted the driver. "We have a secret blend of vitamins and hormones that provokes an awesome growth response. When we put it in their food, it makes their tits nice and perky."

"Really? I'm jealous."

"It's still in development. Once we know it's safe for mistresses, you can have some to sample." The driver undid the clasp on Isaac's tether. "May I?" asked the driver.

"Of course," said Penny. "Your service was very helpful."

The driver grabbed Isaac with both hands and kissed him on the lips. He felt he shouldn't allow her to be so familiar with him while his mistress was watching, so he tried to protest, but the driver simply thrust her tongue inside when he opened his mouth.

Penny finally tapped the driver's shoulder. "That's enough, I think."

The driver reluctantly let him go and handed the leash to Penny. "You will find Mistress Margo, your supervisor, in the second floor office. She's expecting you."

The sulky pulled away, leaving Penny alone with her slave. She raised a warning finger. "Remember what I told you. You don't want them to like you too much." She pointed downward. "Speaking of perky."

The top of his shaft was protruding guiltily over the top of his waistband.

Penny glared in judgment at him before discreetly tucking him back inside. "Behave yourself," she said before leading him by the leash up the marble stairs. "Don't embarrass me on my first day."

They climbed many stairs and walked through confusing, winding corridors on their way to the office. They encountered a number of mistresses, some dressed in vinyl, some in office wear, and some in almost nothing.

There were no masters to be seen, only mistresses—but they accompanied slaves of both sexes (according to their owners' appetites). The slaves said nothing as they passed. Their keepers silently stared at Isaac with lusty approval.

They found the office. Half a dozen women working at their computers suddenly stopped what they were doing to gawk at him.

Although Isaac would have described their clothing as "office attire," he'd have to admit the term meant something different here than in other offices. Necklines were lower, skirts shorter, boots higher, fabrics stretchier, and midriffs much more exposed here than in any other workplace he'd seen. The reasons were obvious. Each woman flattered her outfit as if it were her job to model it.

"You must be the new girl," said a cheery brunette at the nearest desk. "I'm Tonya." She wore a very short black skirt and a loose-fitting leopard-print blouse that was sheer enough for Isaac to see every detail of her lacy bra. He looked her in the eye, fearing her judgment if he looked anywhere else.

"Hello, I'm Penny," said his mistress. "This is my slave, Isaac."

"Hello, Isaac," said every woman in the office.

The effect of this attention was unnerving. He glanced down to be sure his dick was still covered.

"He's very handsome," said Tonya. "His little outfit suits him. He has just the right ass for it." She slid her hand around him to assess its firmness. "I must say it's bold of you to let him walk around without a gag."

"Really?" asked Penny. "Is that uncommon?"

"Some mistresses allow it—not that I ever would. Your slave must be very well-behaved for you to have such confidence in him."

"Some slaves need their mouths," said Penny. Isaac wished she hadn't made it sound dirty.

"Yes, some do," agreed Tonya, "but not all the time. And he doesn't have any official duties yet."

"We could give him a job as a greeter," said a smiling blonde who was suddenly at his side. "Imagine someone like him hanging from the ceiling in the lobby. He could announce visitors and make them feel at home."

"You and your suspension fetish, Liza!" teased a curly-haired brunette who joined them. "We don't get that many visitors here. A slave like him could be put to better use licking envelopes for me where I send out our mailers. I can make room for him at my desk."

"Laura, we remember the last time you had an envelope licker," said a dark-haired girl who appeared behind Isaac. "You kept him chained under your desk, and we all know what he was licking. We should keep him in the lunch room where any of us can enjoy him."

"Shouldn't you all be at your desks?" said a stern blonde in a tight-fitting corset, "You know, where your work is done?"

"Mistress Margo," said Tonya in surprise. "This is the new girl—Mistress Penny and her slave, Isaac. I was just about to bring them to your office."

"Yes, I'm sure you were," said Margo, noticing the crowd that had gathered around Isaac. She turned toward his mistress and extended her hand. "Hello, Penny. I hope you live up to your resume."

"I'll do my best."

"Your referrals were very impressive. We could use more talent like you here." Margo glared at the other women who were fawning over Isaac. "If only your slave weren't so disruptive to the workplace. Why haven't you gagged him yet?"

"But I—" said Isaac, and then stopped. He guessed that nothing good could come from protesting. "I'm sorry for being disruptive, Mistress."

"See? He's far too chatty," concluded Mistress Margo. "Keep that in check. Right now I need to introduce you to some of the managers in our other departments."

The other women stepped aside to allow Margo to walk completely around Isaac as she appraised the new slave.

"Leave your slave here," she told Penny at last. "We don't want him to disrupt the other offices the way he has this one. I'm sure Tonya won't mind looking after him for a bit?"

"Not at all. There's a lot I can show him." Tonya carelessly tugged the neckline of her blouse and smiled.

Before he realized it, Penny had gone with Mistress Margo, and he was suddenly in the care of half a dozen strangers he had only just met.

"He's much more bashful than the last one," said Liza. "The last one was so angry all the time, we couldn't loosen his chains for a minute—not even for a quick fuck break."

"I liked the angry one," said Laura. "He gave me the cutest looks when I bit him. What happened to him anyway?"

"He was reassigned to a student."

"The tourists always get the good ones!"

"I like this one better. Doesn't he look bigger?"

"I don't know about bigger, but he certainly has stamina. He's been stiff since he got here."

"He's definitely hornier—but bigger too."

"Nuh-uh, the costume just makes him look bigger."

"Oh, for heaven's sake," said Tonya, losing her patience with the other girls. "Margo put us in charge of him, so let's just look." With a quick tug, his tiny outfit was suddenly dangling from her left hand, and his shaft was gripped firmly in her right.

"Ooooooo, he is bigger!" said Liza as others pushed their way in front of her, forcing her to peer between the others.

"And freshly shaved," confirmed Tonya. "Bare as a peeled banana and twice a smooth."

Isaac didn't know if it was safe for him to speak, but he remembered what his mistress had told him about letting these women like him too much. "Ladies," he said apologetically as he watched his little outfit changing hands among the women, "I'm going to need that back."

"Need what?" asked Tonya.

"You don't need anything. Today's casual Friday."

"And this is a good look for you."

"It's Tuesday," muttered Isaac, not that anything he said mattered.

"Ladies, I'm sure he appreciates your attention, but as usual, you're scaring the shit out of the new guy," reminded Tonya. "I actually do have things I need to show him around the office, but let's leave his little slave suit over here for now."

As Tonya suggested, Liza hung his little garment carefully on the hook underneath the big office clock.

Tonya continued, "When I'm done introducing him to the other slaves, I'll chain him in the lunch room for your convenience."

The other women dispersed only reluctantly, and only after each had been allowed an introductory grope of some part of him—to which he was in no position to object. Laura (the one who liked to bite) pinched his scrotum to make him jump.

Tonya led Isaac down the hall. He thought he was going to receive instructions in some office activity, but when Tonya reached a passage where no one seemed to be looking, she suddenly opened a supply closet door and pushed him inside.

"These are our office supplies," said Tonya quickly, closing the door. "No one will look for us here."

Isaac knew this diversion could only end one way. "But my mistress," he said. "She'll find us. Penny will come looking for me."

"No, she won't," said Tonya as she recklessly pushed reams of paper off of the table. "Your mistress is an idiot." Ignoring the mess of paper on the floor, she smiled and patted her hand on the now-cleared table where she intended for him to sit.  

Was this a test? Of his loyalty to his mistress? Or of his obedience to the office? Both choices were dangerous.

Isaac felt he had to obey. He sat where he was told.

For the first time, he had a good look at the contents of the room. There were filing cabinets and stacks of paper, toner and envelopes—but these items were dwarfed by the chains, ropes, straps and shackles hanging from the walls. The room wasn't just used for storage. It was a miniature dungeon.

"These are your office supplies?" he asked incredulously.

"Office supplies can mean so many things," said Tonya, reaching for a long chain that hung from a pulley on the ceiling. "Pencil sharpeners. Staplers." She attached the chain to his collar. "You."

She pulled the other end of the chain until it was tight, but she didn't stop pulling. The chain tugged him from the table by the collar, and he was forced to stand.

As she fastened the chain, she added, "Your mistress is a bit thick, isn't she?"

"Don't say that," said Isaac before realizing he probably shouldn't.

Tonya gave him a sudden scowl and pulled the chain tighter. "Toes," she said. "Stand on your toes."

He did, and what little slack appeared in the chain was quickly pulled upward. "Good," she complemented before securing the chain again. "You'll be less apt to try to kick this way."

"What I meant to ask is," he said, trying to take back what he had said even as he struggled to regain his footing, "why did you say that about my mistress?"

Tonya stood closer and placed her arms around his tense form. Her hands began a long exploration of the dimples and crevices on the back of his body. "She doesn't know she's being played," she confided in him. "She really thinks she was hired for her secretarial skills."

"She wasn't?"

"Of course not." Tonya had removed none of her own clothing, but didn't hesitate to press her covered body against his naked flesh.

Isaac reacted with a deep intake of breath. He made a meaningless effort to resist with his mittened hands, but he soon gave up, realizing he was only encouraging her to hold him tighter.

"But she's good at her job," continued Isaac. He knew he should let this topic go, but it seemed important.

"I'm sure she's adequate. She wouldn't be here if she didn't have at least minimal clerical skill. But secretaries are so easy to find." She turned away from him, showing no empathy or awareness of the discomfort he suffered from standing on his toes.

She selected a length of chain that had been carefully coiled on the floor. She held half the coil in each hand and threw the left half of the chain at his feet. The other half she started looping around his quivering ankles, tightening it with each pass, forcing his ankles tightly against each other. Then she started wrapping the chain upward—around his calves, knees and thighs.




Mistress Penny's First Day



Isaac continued to ask questions. "If she wasn't hired for her job skills, then why did they choose her?"

"You silly boy! I thought I explained that! Secretaries are easy to find—but slaves? We always need more. Penny's qualification for employment is you."

Tonya continued coiling chain around his legs until the metal links hugged the bottom of his ass. "It was the same for me," she continued. "I remember the slave I had when I first started here. I think his name was Brad. He caught the eye of Mistress Margo, so eventually I had to give him up. That's how it usually goes."

"My mistress won't give me up so easily."

"Oh, really? I don't think you'll have much say in the matter, do you? Hold this." She took what was left of the chain, put it in his mouth, and pushed up on his chin to indicate she wanted him to hold it without dropping it.

"As a slave, you have to make so many choices about whose commands to obey—even when those commands contradict all your other commands—just to avoid punishment. But every decision you make will be wrong. Mistress Margo will make sure of that."

She picked up the other end of the chain and repeated the process, coiling around his legs in the opposite direction so that the links crossed each other in front and in back in a snug lacework pattern of metal.

"Our benevolent boss will continue to praise your mistress, complementing her every mundane accomplishment as though it were extraordinary, but each complement will be accompanied by a caveat. 'If only your slave were better trained,' she'll say. 'If only he didn't reflect so badly on you, you'd be promoted more quickly.'

"By tomorrow, Margo will drop the first hint that your mistress should let you go, trade you in for someone easier to manage—someone who won't hold her back. Your Penny will begin to think of you as a liability, and before you know it—you're an office supply."

Tonya took the end of the chain from his mouth, joined it with the other end which held him in an identical but opposite binding spiral, and attached both ends tightly to the front of his collar, keeping the entire chain as snug as possible. By now his legs had been double-wrapped, but his attentive genitalia had been left entirely exposed for Tonya's convenience.

He felt like a metal-wrapped mummy. His elbows were still bound behind him, so his forearms could only flail uselessly while his toes struggled to keep the weight of his body off his choking leash.

"I can't wait to see it happen," Tonya continued. "When your mistress gives up on you, you'll be up for grabs. I have the most seniority, so I have the right of first refusal. Not that I would refuse you. You're yummy!" She walked behind him to admire her work.

He turned—carefully—to face her. "My mistress won't be fooled so easily."

"No, of course she won't! You'll warn her, won't you?" Her mocking tone made no secret of her disdain. "'My darling mistress,' you'll say. "You're being tricked. The Academy thinks you're stupid, and they only hired you because they think I'm yummy.'" She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "You should tell her today—when I can see her reaction."

Tonya stepped back, her mocking face mimicking the confusion and despair on his own.

He made no reply.

She allowed herself to relax, reclining on the tabletop in a pose of utter indifference. She glared at him playfully and pulled one of her knees to her chest—revealing that her panties matched her lacy bra.

His ankles quivered. Tonya seemed delighted that he could see her without being able to touch her.

"Face the facts, slave." She rolled onto her side, stretching her body to its full magnificent length. "You're on this island to be punished—not because you deserve punishment, but because you gave us permission to punish you."

She slid to the edge of the table and set her feet on the floor, pulling his body against hers and licking him on his chest and shoulders. Then she rose to her toes to reach his face, and she allowed his dick under her skirt where it met with her warm panties—the only barrier between them.

He had no more questions left to ask. If she wished it, he must satisfy her.

Her hand found her panties and tugged them a little to one side.

He wanted to satisfy her. She was beautiful, after all, and he was at her mercy. What else could he do?

Down the hall, an approaching voice said, "I think you'll be surprised, Penny, by our unusual selection of office supplies."

"Shit! They're coming!" said Tonya. She quickly undid the padlock that attached the chain to his collar. With the tension gone, the chain abruptly dropped to the floor around Isaac's ankles.

Mistress Margo opened the door with Isaac's mistress by her side.

They saw Isaac naked and standing on his toes in the middle of a pile of chain. Tonya stood by his side trying to undo the leash that tethered his collar to the ceiling. Red chain marks all over Isaac's body left no doubt what had happened.

Tonya played her role as if she'd rehearsed it. "See what I have to put up with? I told him he should keep his clothes on, but he insisted on being naked and chained! You should have heard the shameful suggestions he made to the girls! I had to bring him in here to keep him quiet!"

"Just as I warned you, Penny," said Mistress Margo. "Horny new slaves often get carried away when they're immersed in their new—admittedly more stimulating—environment."

"That's not true," protested Isaac. "Penny, you saw how they were acting."

Penny's tone was full of disappointment. "I saw them introduce themselves according to the local customs of the island. But what happened after I left, I wonder?"

Tonya blurted, "He became an animal."

Isaac looked between Tonya and his mistress with shock in his eyes, but he was certain his mistress knew him better than that.

Penny stepped to within a foot of Isaac. This time, her sexy smart-girl glasses framed a scowl of disapproval that devastated him. "Isaac, where is the outfit I gave you?"

"Yes," said Tonya accusingly. "Tell us where you've hidden it. I've looked everywhere."

Isaac glared at Tonya in disbelief. "She made me leave it in the office."

Penny led him by the leash into the office, and again every woman stopped to watch. It was a scenario they had seen before, and they always enjoyed this part.

The hook where his little costume had been hanging was empty.

"It was here," said Isaac. "Someone took it."

Mistress Margo offered Penny her sympathy. "It's a terrible shame when a slave reveals how perverse he really is, but it sometimes happens. Even shy ones can lose their self-control and give in to promiscuity and lies."

"I'm telling the truth!" he protested.

"That's enough, Isaac!" shouted Penny. "You know I can't allow you to contradict another mistress! How do you think that makes me look?"

Mistress Margo offed Penny a ball gag which she dutifully took.

"You know what I have to do," said Penny, maintaining her awful stare. She unfurled the straps of the gag and held it in front of his mouth. "Any last words?"

"Yes, Isaac," provoked Tonya whose smile betrayed her anticipation. "Tell her what you want to say. This could be your last chance—for a long, long time."

Isaac looked at his mistress whom he had trusted with everything and realized that something Tonya had said earlier was likely true.

His mistress was an idiot. He had been a fool to trust her.

"No, mistress. I have nothing to say."

Penny put the gag in his mouth and secured it tightly. "You will have to wear this from now on every time we go out," said Penny, "so that you can never embarrass me like this again."

"It's for his own good," said her supervisor, "and yours. If I were you, I'd leave him gagged overnight so he has time to think about what he's done. Letting him talk will only encourage him to make outrageous excuses."

"I guess I should find him some other clothes," said Penny.

"Make him go without to teach him a lesson. If he can't hang on to the only thing you've entrusted to him, you can't protect him from the attention he gets."

"What about the dress code?"

"There's only one rule in our dress code. No exposed pubic hair." Margo stroked Isaac's smooth cock in approval. "He's fine."

Isaac had learned a lesson, but it was one he could never share.

Penny led her silenced slave from the room. Mistress Margo followed by his side, sliding an exploratory hand down his ass as they walked. "I understand how disappointed you must feel, Penny. It's always upsetting to find out your slave's a perv."  

"It is embarrassing," agreed Penny, tugging on Isaac's leash. "I really thought I knew him better."



Mistress Plays Her Way



As I gazed into the sea of faces and watched the expressions change on many of their faces as I spoke, one face captured my attention and I repeatedly returned to it, to see how my words affected him. I could tell that my words had had a profound effect upon him. Many in the room listening to me had been affected, but somehow I felt a connection to this man and found that his attention to all I said was stimulating to me. I loved effecting change and in fact, my speeches were for that purpose, but something about this particular man reached me on a more personal level.

I wasn't surprised that after all the speakers were finished and it was a time for refreshments and meeting one another that this man sought me out. I was actually looking forward to meeting him and had intended to seek him out if he wasn't bold enough to approach me. He waited until the group around me had thinned out a bit, but I had kept my eye on him, being sure he didn't leave thinking he couldn't get close to me. Somehow I knew that I was supposed to meet him and our meeting wasn't all about the topic we had all joined together for.

I typically went with my gut instincts with people and in life in general. If I felt something strongly, I went with it and I always went with my first impression as it was always my best indicator of most things. I found that when I went against my first impression, I was sorry.

He smiled confidently, but his movements seemed to be hesitant until I smiled directly at him. Letting him know I welcomed his approach at that time seemed to free him and he readily returned my broad smile and advanced. When he stood next to me, I focused on him as if the others around me had faded into the background and their voices dimmed. I didn't mean to be rude, but I did intend to give him the attention that my first instincts indicated I needed to give him. 

He introduced himself and thanked me for the information I had provided in my speech and the conversation flowed from there. There was no ebb in words or emotions as we spoke to one another and all other's moved away from us, knowing we were discussing something in-depth. He had waited to approach until I had had enough time to deal with business, but not long enough to have missed me had I had to rush off. I was appreciative of that fact and thought that was what he was doing as I watched him wait for the crowd around me to thin out. He had planned his approach well and had considered more than his motivations and had taken into account the importance of what we were all doing at this meeting.

Within moments I saw him as submissive. He was a professional man, in charge of many people and important business, confident in his position and place in the big scheme of things and yet I could see that he was submissive on a personal level. Or was it that he was submissive in regards to me? I couldn't tell if he was aware of his submissiveness or how far it went, but it was clear to me that he was submissive. 

Knowing he was a submissive man, I wondered if he was also kinky! The two didn't always go hand in hand. There were those that were submissive and kinky. Yet, I often found submissive people who were not interested in kink, and then there were those who were only interested in the kink because it was the only way they could find a dominant. To be dominated they accepted the kink of the dominant. 

Determined to find out more, I asked him to go for a light meal at a local diner where I knew we could talk without too much interruption. He made a condition of paying for the dinner and I smiled and arched an eyebrow in curiosity and to see what effect it had upon him. He added to his condition of paying for the meal an 'if it is okay with you of course' and I smiled as my eyes lit up and he could tell that his backtracking had been acceptable terms for me. I think we both knew at that moment that we were creating some terms in which our relationship, business or otherwise, would be based on.

I don't believe that we ever touched our dinner, as our conversation was more important than feeding ourselves. We were feeding off one another and didn't need substance for our stomachs. By the end of the evening when we both knew we had to close things out and go our own ways, we had exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and had agreed to meet later in the week.

Two months later and after numerous evenings spent talking by phone, online and often in-person, I allowed him to meet me in my home. My home was my solace, my safety zone and very private and I rarely brought anyone into my sanctuary. My professional life was filled to capacity and my personal time was limited. When I did date or meet with friends, it was typically in a public setting and few got into my inner circle of friends and confidants who were welcome in my home.

Derek had impressed me immensely with his confidence, intelligence and humor. He was a compassionate man who was interested in social change and helping other's, which was my business. I worked in homelessness, women and children's issues and promoting awareness and legal reform of social issues. He had proven himself in a business sense, but also had proven to me that on a personal level, he was someone I wanted to know much better!

I planned our evening in my home to include any sexual possibility we might agree upon. We had discussed a great deal personally and sexually and I knew that we were evenly matched and could possibly become far more to one another than just friends or playmates. We both knew that there was a sexual attraction between us and knew that our particular kinks were similar and without a doubt, our roles of dominant and submissive were obvious to one another. It all just seemed to flow naturally and our conversations had been very open and detailed.

When we had finished dinner and I went to the kitchen to bring out desert of cherry pie and vanilla ice cream I was presenting on a silver tray, I added a set of hand cuffs to the tray. I watched his face as I set the tray down to the right of him and smiled when he tilted his head in my direction, with eyes large and curious and smiled at me. I had his agreement in that smile and knew that my plans had been accepted, even though he didn't totally know what I had planned. He trusted me and was willing to accept my dominance.

I took his hair and wound it within my hand and pulled his head fully back and held him firmly there so that I could examine him completely. Blue eyes met brown and curiosity turned to emotional and physical need, expressed clearly in the meeting of our eyes. I bent to kiss his warm and soft lips with a hunger and dominance that only a mistress could project and his whimper told me well, that I had him right where I wanted him to be. As I kissed him and enjoyed the moment, watching him as I delved into his warm and wet mouth, I could see him closing his eyes when he could no longer bear the intensity of my eye's peering into his own and the emotions my kiss and dominance evoked in him. 

I held his head firmly and reached with my other hand to set his desert in front of him. The ice cream was melting over the warm cherry pie and smelt wonderful. Our heightened senses took everything in at once, blending without our being conscious of it all individually, creating a powerful exchange between us. I let loose of his hair and his head lowered a bit, but his eyes followed my every move. I slowly reached for the handcuffs, making sure I soundlessly moved them into my hand. Carefully, I moved closer to him, holding his gaze and nodded at his arms as I moved behind him. He moved his arms behind his back, moving forward in his chair so that I could cuff him. And cuff him I did!

I carried my desert to my place at the table and sat down, Derek watching my every move silently and expectantly.

"Eat!" I ordered as a smile he could not contain or hide from me lit his face. Desert was delicious that evening and I am not talking about the wonderful homemade cherry pie with melted vanilla ice cream! I found great joy in watching this handsome and strong man eat what I had prepared him and upon my orders, without hands or utensils, using only his teeth, lips and tongue. 

I enjoyed more that he was submissively doing what pleased me and I determined to see just how submissive he would be with me. I knew that he was getting something out of the exchange of power, but I did wish to set the stage for our power exchange. I, of course, would consider his wants and needs, but I first needed to establish that my wants and needs came first.

When he had finished his desert and had licked his plate clean upon my orders, I knew that he hadn't wanted to finish the desert as his mind seemed to spin visibly to me, but he did it because I expected him to. Knowing this pleased me a great deal and I smiled at his efforts to make me happy.

"Good job Derek, thank you." I moved to his side and stood there with him looking up into my face. I knew he was about to speak and put my finger to his sticky lips. "Shhh. No speaking Derek."

He nodded as I lowered myself to possess his lips, licking the sticky residue of pie and ice cream from his mouth and ending with a deep and delicious kiss. I took his arm and guided him upward to stand tall beside me and looked up into his face as I moved us both away from the table and chair.

"Kneel!"

Derek knelt before me, head and eyes lowered. I loved the look of him kneeling there before me and was tempted by many things that ran through my mind, but we had important business to attend to before we could go further. It wasn't that I felt it actually necessary, for it was more a formality in my opinion, but I needed to get his verbal consent to go further.

"Do you wish to serve me Derek?" He started to speak and I bent and held the back of his head by his hair. "I have not given you permission to speak yet Derek." I knew I was confusing him, but my motivations in using this confusion were honorable and beneficial to the advancement of our relationship as dominant and submissive.

I could see him gulp and his facial expression became serious. I smiled. "You may speak now Derek. Answer my question honestly and from your heart. Do you, Derek, wish to serve me tonight?"

"Yes mistress!" His words came out in a rush of excitement and emotion. "Yes I do wish to serve you tonight and any other night you choose mistress."

Again I smiled and eased my hold upon his head. Standing tall and peering into his wonderful eyes, I stroked the top of his head. "Good answer Derek, you please me well and I am sure you will please me further on this night." I bent to whisper into his ear, his head moving toward my lips in an involuntary and impulsive need to be close to me. "You may follow me to my room. Stand now and walk behind me. When we enter my bedroom, you will walk to my bed and kneel and wait for me to come to you. Do not speak until you are told to."

As Derek stood to follow me, I could hear his breathing accelerate and I knew his heart must be thumping hard within his large chest and I knew that something else was surely hard and thumping as well.                          

As Derek knelt at the side of my bed, watching me and waiting for what might come next, I smiled and moved to leave the room, closing the door behind me. I left him there for a number of reasons and didn't say a word, also for a number of reasons. He was handcuffed and kneeling, thinking whatever he thought and expecting something for sure and it was all of this that I was addressing. How patient was this submissive man I wanted so much more with?

I went to the other bedroom next to the one he was in and through a special mirror I had installed, I watched him as I changed my clothes from the form fitting, black sweater dress I wore, to something far more interesting. I took my time, watching Derek all the while.

He remained in the position I had left him in. After a bit of time, he looked around the room without moving anything but his head. As I attached my stockings, I could tell that his curiosity was turning to concern because I hadn't returned. There was no instant gratification and I was sure he was wondering what I might be doing. I was also sure he was impatient for me to return.

I had finished dressing and was looking over my cart of sexual instruments and basically wasting time and letting time work on Derek's mind. I closed the doors on the cart and started to wheel it to the next room where he waited, confused and hungry. I knew he would hear the cart being placed near the closed door and would think I was ready to enter again, but I left the cart there and returned to the mirror. 

I sat on a chair and watched my handsome submissive for quite some time, enjoying his confusion. After a while, I lit a cigarette and smiled thinking he was being very patient. Finally I stood to put my cigarette out and slowly return to the cart. Derek had remained just where I had left him and I had made him wait almost an hour!

He heard me moving the cart and as I opened the door, he watched as I slowing moved the cart into the room. The expression on his face was priceless, for he had no idea what was in the cart or what it actually was, but deep down, I am sure he was a bit afraid of what it was and what it might mean to him. He wasn't fearful of me, that I knew, but still there was an edge to the unknown and I wanted him to question many things in an attempt to bring him emotionally to a certain place and teach him a few things. I smiled thinking that at least I had allowed him to see everything and hadn't blindfolded him!

As I moved around the cart, he could see that I was in full dominant mistress apparel and he was extremely pleased with what he saw! From the tips of my boots to the straps of leather over my shoulders, his eyes took me in and I could see his cock thickening and growing under his slacks. I could tell that he wanted to speak as I moved around the room and went to a chair across from him, sat and lit a cigarette, crossed my legs and sat watching him through the fog of smoke from my lips. He held back whatever it was he wanted to say, making me even more proud of him, passing my little tests so well.

I sat in silence, while he knelt in silence and took a few more hits off my cigarette. His eyes taking me in, waiting and anticipating, but trying to contain whatever it was within him that wanted to push on and move on to more and better things and wondering why I wasn't doing anything more. I had to force myself not to smile.

I broke the silence with whispered words he could not hear. Not having permission to speak yet, he wasn't able to ask me what I had said and he struggled to figure it out. I smiled as the confusion on his face told me much. Again I repeated what I had said, only this time he was able to hear me and the relief he felt was written all over his face. He quickly responded and started moving on his knees towards me.

When he was in front of me, I spread my legs apart and eased myself slowly back into the chair, taking a hit off my cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray on the table next to the chair. Everything I did was done slowly and without taking my eyes from his. I could see his hunger and it thrilled me!

"Come close and smell my pussy Derek!" He moved his upper body forward and put his face and nose next to my pussy and took a deep whiff. His eyes closed as he took in the subtle perfume and my feminine scent blended. I could tell it excited him by his breathing acceleration. I shoved his face into me and rubbed against his face. "You want that don't you Derek?"

All he could do was nod, for he wasn't allowed to speak yet. I pulled him with both hands, hard against me and grinded against his face and then shoved his head away from me. "Kiss my boots!"

Derek tried to move back enough to bend to kiss my boots, one and then the other, as I lifted one leg and rested it on his bent back and as I pulled him with my leg towards me, I lifted his body with my other leg so that he rose as he came forward. "Mouth my pussy Derek!"

Through the thin silk of skimpy panties, Derek used his mouth to caress and excite me. He wanted so much to please me. He worked fast with his own excitement and I slapped at his shoulder and told him to go slow. He slowed his pace and started to use his tongue against the silk, trying to slip it against my clit. Again I slapped at his shoulder and told him that I hadn't told him to do that. Derek paused not knowing what to do and a bit stunned and I slapped at his shoulder again and told him I hadn't told him to stop. He quickly continued to mouth my pussy through the silk.

I could feel myself growing wet and I wanted so much to move ahead, to go faster and reach a climax I had anticipated for months, but I had to hold myself back because there was a lot more that was important than a climax. "Slip your tongue into my panties Derek! You may act freely, using only your mouth and tongue, but you may enter my panties now."

Watching him turn and twist and struggle to get beneath the silk and to my flesh made me smile. He was trying so hard and I was quite pleased with what he was actually able to accomplish, because my panties were rather tight. His tongue moved between silk and skin trying to force it through and around so that he could get to my pussy. Trying to keep the silk separated so that his tongue could do more than just get there was a challenge and I knew he was having a difficult time, but he wanted so to do what I ordered and please me, that he was determined and excited.

When his tongue finally lashed against my pussy lips and entered to lick at my clit, I let him lick for a couple of moments, personally wanting him to continue, but not being able to let it continue. I stood with him falling back with a look of surprise and concern over his performance. His expression, vulnerable and unsure tugged at my heart, but I continued.

I took the key to the handcuffs from a strap on my boot and un-cuffed him. I then pushed him onto the carpeted floor, face up and stood, slipping my panties down and off, slowly. Derek lay below me, so handsome. I straddled him and stood there looking at him intensely and gave him a small and slight smile as I lowered myself and moved upward to straddle his face. I rested my pussy on him and moved my hands over my breast and started to gently move against his mouth. Derek hadn't been told to do anything and laid there as I moved against him, eyes wide with excitement. He watched as I touched myself and took in my every expression, breathing harder against me with his hot breath.

"You may speak freely now Derek." I smiled because my pussy wouldn't allow free speech.

He mumbled something against my pussy, giving a vibration feeling for me and surely, frustrating and exciting him at the same time. Who ever said pleasing a mistress was going to be easy? I laughed inwardly. I pushed myself hard against him and backed off a bit as I ordered him to 'do it'!

He half groaned and whimpered at the same time and I smiled as he used his lips and tongue to work magic on his mistress's pussy. His excitement grew when I made my own sounds of pleasure and he quickened his pace and now sucked against my clit. I had waited so long for this and yet I couldn't let it be so simple or so quick!

Derek brought me close to a climax and as my head fell back, I pushed myself away from his mouth as he tried to grab my hips and keep me close and reached with his mouth to continue. He so wanted to please me and continue! I laughed as well as one can when all they want to do is cum and threw his hands off me. As I moved away I lifted his shirt to touch the flesh of his stomach. I then, sat on his stomach, grinding my wet pussy all over him and smiling at him.




Mistress, Please Whip Me!!



God, that felt good. Hot water streamed down his body, relieving the stress of the day.

He'd had a very early start - 5 a.m., followed by a 2 hour drive to a customer's golf fun day that had lasted 12 hours. It had been a lot of fun but the business talks had worn him out.

Now he stood in the shower, water running all over his tired body, as he slowly lathered himself up, loving the heat of the water cascading over him. The heady aroma of his shower gel cleared his head as he felt the stress of the day slowly leave his body.

Over the roar of the power shower he heard a noise, or at least thought he did. He listened intently but heard nothing, maybe it was the wind. A thunderstorm had been threatening all day. Just then the whole bathroom lit up with a crash - Yes only a storm he told himself.

He carried on letting the water knead the knots from his shoulders as he rubbed the soapy suds all over his body. As he touched his cock it leapt in his hands begging for some attention. It had been so bloody long since it had seen any action even from him.

Slowly he moved the bubbly flannel up and down his shaft, feeling it harden and lengthen in his hand. It felt good; he gripped it tighter and continued with his ministrations. His other hand touching his nipples, his stomach and his balls in soft feathery touches.

This wasn't going to take long, he thought, as he felt his balls start to tighten. Then the lights went out leaving him in the pitch black. The sudden loss of light left him reeling - what the fuck!!! Must be the storm knocked out the electric he thought. He stumbled from the shower, groping his way into his bedroom, looking for the candles on his dressing table.

He felt a movement to his right and froze in terror. Then a blade was held against his throat and a deep but definitely female voice told him not to move otherwise he'd "get it".

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice faltering. "I've nothing of any value in the house, my wallet is downstairs take it and leave me alone."

"Shut up and do exactly as you are told and you won't be hurt." was the reply.

"What do you want if you don't want money?" He asked.

The blade dug into his throat, not enough to break the skin but enough to let him know to shut up.

He was shoved over to his chair in front of his desk and forced into it. His arms were pulled behind his back and tied together with something, felt like twine of some sorts. It dug into his skin, chaffing and leaving them feeling a little raw, so he stopped struggling.

"Please..." SMACK a hand stung his right cheek. "Don't talk!"

Twine was tied around his legs, one to each leg of the chair, leaving him feeling open and exposed.

He was scared, what the hell did this woman want. He was a nice bloke, never hurt anyone in his life, just got on and enjoyed life as best he could. OK he didn't have much in the way of fun, but that hurt no one but himself. What on earth was going to happen?

He came out of his reverie to hear rustling - what was that? It sounded like she was taking her clothes off. What? What kind of weirdo was this? Breaking into his house, tying him up and slapping him around and now getting undressed.

Then he felt her to his left and could just make out the sheen of her skin as lightening lit up the sky once more. Huge breasts silhouetted against the window. She was about 5'6" he guessed. Who was this maniac?

Then a blindfold was slipped over his eyes.

Matches were being light - candles he thought. She obviously needs to be able to see to do whatever she is here for.

He felt something cold on his chest, cold and liquid, like oil. Then gentle, soft hands moved across his chest, fleeting movements, unsure. Then more pressure as the hands swirled across his chest and lower on to his abdomen, scratching slightly. He felt her kneel before him as she reached up and continued to rhythmically move her hands up and down his torso, flicking over his now erect nipples, kneading his skin. Then more oil but this time over his thighs and yes his cock.

The hands were now all over his legs, rubbing in small playful circles, light rubs, hard pressure with her fingers, moving everywhere but never once touching his cock which was now starting to move of its own volition, getting harder as he was trying, unsuccessfully, to talk it down.

Suddenly nails dug into his thighs, scratching all the way down his upper legs. He moaned. She knew what he liked.

The hand connected with his cheek in a ringing slap - "You dirty boy - getting worked up by a stranger and liking me hurting you." 

Slap, another flat hand across his other cheek. His cock jumped as he felt a vice like grip around it.

Something cold was placed around the base of his by now very hard cock and snapped into place. It was very tight, some kind of metal cock ring he thought. 

"Now listen carefully my little slut - you will do exactly as you are told, no questions, exactly as you are told otherwise you will regret it."

She straddled his lap and sat down with his erect cock nuzzling against the front of her pussy, a hand placed behind his head pulled his face down to her enormous chest. "Lick my nipples, nibble and bite until I tell you to stop."

How could he resist - he had always loved huge tits but rarely been able to get his hands or mouth on a pair like this.

His head bent forward as far as it could and his tongue darted out trying to locate a nipple in his darkened world. His lips brushed against warm skin and he worked his mouth all around until he felt the huge nub of her nipple and quickly darted his tongue all over it, sucking it in lightly and grazing his teeth over it.

She moaned slightly and squirmed in his lap causing his cock to move against her pussy. He felt the warmth and the moisture against him and his cock pulsated. His head moved over to her other nipple and again he lavished it with licks, nibbles, soft bites and sucks. She was now writhing in his lap, her wetness seeping from her over his cock and thighs. His cock was so hard; he was losing himself in the great feelings.

"STOP!" she ordered as she pulled his head up sharply with a painful yank of his hair.

"I'm going to untie your legs and move you to the bed, do not try to escape or I will be forced to use that knife." She whispered close to his ear, her breath against his lobe soft and wispy.

He stood shakily from the chair and she pushed him in the direction of the bed. 

"Stop" she ordered. "Your body is in great shape, the running must be doing you good. Wonderful tone to your legs and great buns."

SMACK a hard slap rang against his left buttock.

"Ow that hurt!" 

Slap another, then another. She pushed his upper body over, kicking the back of his knees until he was lying with his torso on the edge of the bed with his ass in the air.

"Whoosh" a sharp sting bit into his buttocks as what he thought could only be a whip of some description came crashing down on him. Three times she stroked that whip across his ass, each time a little more violently than the last.

"Please no more it hurts." he begged. 

"Shut up and do what I say." she replied as another one rang down on his raw buttocks. It hurt so much but he couldn't deny the pleasure that was sweeping through his body and causing him to pant in short breathes as his cock pulsated and dripped precum.


He liked this, he had always wanted it but never been fortunate to find a woman who could sense what he needed let alone give it to him. He thrust his ass in the air hoping she would notice and whip him again. 

Swish, swish, swish...three more strokes, hard and merciless. 

"Dirty boy likes it doesn't he? Wonder what else this raw assed boy would like? I know beg me to whip you. Beg me to lay my leather across your skin. Beg me to caress you with hard brutal lashes. BEG ME, NOW!!!" She bellowed.

"Please Mistress whip me again, whip me hard. Make me feel the sting of leather on my ass." 

Smack, another then another rained down until he thought she must be drawing blood. She sure was drawing precum out of his hard throbbing cock.

Then he felt light small touches on his ass, small feathery touches almost like licks of a tongue. She was - she was licking his ass cheeks, rubbing her hands all over where her tongue had just been, blowing cold air over his hot, throbbing painful ass cheeks. Kneading them, scratching lightly, pulling them apart and then her tongue was on his ass hole, flicking softly. Fuck - how did she know? Again something he always wanted but never had.

She continued to knead and pull his cheeks apart, tonguing his hole over and over again, his cock now hurting wanting release. He moaned deep and low, 

"Please Mistress let me cum, let me cum all over your beautiful breasts."

Her wonderful tongue was quickly withdrawn from his ass leaving him feeling empty and wanting more. 

"Please don't, please come back it was so nice"

A hand slapped his ass causing his cock to jump and leak even more. Oil was poured all over his ass, into his crack and all over his hole. Hands were once again kneading his painful cheeks, pulling them apart, and pushing them together, fingers everywhere. Then he felt her fingers against his hole, pressing against it, pressing harder until it slipped past his first line of resistance.  

It hurt; nothing had ever been in there before. He had played with himself before during masturbation because it felt good but he had never ventured to insert anything.

Slowly the finger twisted and pressed, causing him to catch his breath. It continued to press in further, twisting as it went, in and out she moved it - now it didn't hurt it just felt so good. So fucking good.

Her hand was a blur now as she finger fucked his asshole, he was bucking back against her, wanting more. She slapped his ass with her spare hand.

He grunted as he continued to move his ass back and forward on her fingers, feeling himself moving closer and closer to cumming but knowing he couldn't because of that fucking cock ring. He wanted to cum, his cock had never felt this kind of pressure before, it hurt but at the same time he wanted this to never stop.

He felt another finger moving alongside the first one, opening up his ass, causing him to shudder with delight. He had never felt anything like this. Then the fingers were again being pistoned in and out of his ass and her spare hand came around and gripped his cock and moved in time with her fingers buried deep in him.

His world faded in and out, he was gasping for breath, his cock pulsating and aching for release.

"Please Mistress I need to come." 

The fingers were snatched from his hole, she moved in front of him and replaced the hand on his cock with her hot moist mouth, sucking hard, bobbing her head up and down fast.

He felt her arm snake between his legs and a finger once more in his ass, moving in time with her hot, wet sucking mouth. Her finger bent forward, stroking his prostate gland as she unsnapped the cock ring and took his cock deep into her throat sucking hard.

His whole body convulsed as stream after stream of his thick ropey spunk spewed from his throbbing cock. He felt her throat constrict around him as she endeavoured to swallow all he was giving her, never losing a drop.

He swayed on his knees, his head swimming as his jism slowed to a dribble. She gently licked the last few drops from his cock.

"Thank you." he whispered and passed out.



Mistress Pushes My Boundaries



Mistress sat on the bed, completely naked before me and ordered me to strip. The look in her eyes told me she had something big in mind for me. I did as commanded, both excited and a little scared. Mistress loves me, and because of this, she insists on pushing my boundaries.

I trust her. She may push, but doesn't go too far. She dances right on the line between discomfort and abuse of power, but she would never hurt me, so I take deep breaths to calm my heart rate while I obey her command to strip. 

Once done, I stood before her, ready for her commands. I loved to obey her. The rewards always far outweighed the fear and discomfort. She smiled at me, and put her hand over my heart. I closed my eyes and sighed. She's touching me. My heart calmed, but my cock twitched. 

She's touching me...

Her hand roamed across my chest, her fingers brushing against my skin, causing me to tremble with pleasure. Her fingernails dug into my skin as she raked them down, catching my nipple and shooting hot pleasure straight to my cock. I wasn't just twitching at this point, I was fully hard. 

Mistress' hand went down to my cock, her hand once again soft and teasing. Her finger circled the head of my cock, barely touching it, but causing me to moan loudly. Her finger ran down my shaft as her eyes locked with mine. Her hand gripped my shaft and squeezed. My eyes began to close from the pleasure, but the sting of her crop that I never saw in her other hand made me open my eyes again. 

"Don't close your eyes. Look at me." She doesn't yell, she doesn't have to. Her voice commands my attention at any volume. 

"Yes, Mistress." I say between breaths. My eyes are open, looking into hers and waiting for her commands. I enjoyed several more minutes of her sweet torture, and then I felt her mood shift. It was time to get serious. 

"Yes, Mistress?" I asked, excitement and trepidation both warring with each other, vying to be the dominant emotion. She leaned in and kissed my lips, and then kissed her way to my ear, and then she whispered her instructions:

"I am going to lie back onto the bed, you are going to kneel between my legs, and you are going to pleasure yourself. I will be watching the entire time. The lights stay on. You may use the iPad for inspiration and distraction if you need to."

I swallowed hard. So there it is. Her command is not totally unexpected. This is something we have been working on slowly for quite some time. Before my Mistress came into my life, I was always made to feel ashamed and embarrassed whenever I did this and was found out. The guilt and the feelings of selfishness have always been overwhelming, and getting used to having someone rejoice in my own pleasure is something wonderful, but hard to get used to. 

We have worked on this, but always in the dark, and always with her pretending not to see, even though I know she was looking. The last time was several weeks ago, and ended wonderfully with her gleefully hopping in at the last moment to swallow my cum. But now the lights are on, and she will be staring directly at me. 

Mistress loves me, and she will not make me feel ashamed. I repeat this in my head several times as I take deep breaths. My Mistress assumes her position and patiently waits for me to obey. I look into her eyes once more, and I know there's no backing out of this. 

I climb onto the bed and kneel between her legs. I look around for the iPad and see that she had already set it up on the headboard in the perfect position for me to see it. There's even a cup of cool water sitting beside the iPad. She thinks of everything. 

I turn the iPad on and surf the web to my porn of choice. I queue the video, but lean in to give my Mistress a kiss before starting. Her lips are reassuring and full of love. I am as ready as I can possibly be. 

One more deep breath, and then I hit the play button to start my video. I watch the bodies before me, doing those things that make me hard again. I reach down and grab my cock in my hand, but avoid looking at my Mistress. 

I begin stroking myself, slowly at first, as my confidence is still not quite there. But soon, I become less aware of my surroundings, and more aware of the video and how my body feels. Mistress remains quiet so as not to break the spell I've worked around myself. 

I stroke harder, faster. My knees begin to ache a bit and I become aware of needing more support. So I lean forward just enough to use my other hand to brace myself on the headboard. I felt the head of my cock brush up against something soft, and heard the tiniest gasp come from Mistress. 

I look down to see her face, flushed and happy. She is entirely turned on by watching me, and the soft thing my cock was brushing up against was the opening to her sweet pussy. 

Now I understand why she wanted me between her knees. She knew this would happen, and she loves it. Watching me has turned her on, and just the slightest touch from me has caused her to have a small orgasm. 

I am thrilled beyond belief. To see with my own eyes that she not only will not shame me for pleasuring myself, but takes such ultimate pleasure in watching me that she has become so thoroughly aroused, has finally broken through the mental and emotional barriers that I've been fighting with for so long. 

I was so grateful to Mistress for this lesson, that I wasn't about to let her down. I scooted even further forward on the bed and slid my cock so slightly between her pussy lips and continued my stroking. Alternated between teasing her clit and her tight hole. Her scent filled my nostrils and excited me even more. I wasn't going to last long. 

I stroked harder and faster, watching her face as she, too, came closer to orgasm. My cock was barely between her hot pussy lips, but it became slippery with her juices. The added sensation put me over the edge and, without warning, I shot my load all over her hot cunt. 

I nearly collapsed on top of her from the orgasm's intensity leaving me utterly weak. But she push me back up with her hand, and very seriously told me "You are not done yet. You've made a mess, now clean it up."

I may have been tired, but I was not about to disappoint my Mistress now. I quickly repositioned myself so that my face was between her thighs, and began licking her pussy clean. Every drop I spilled on her, I lapped up eagerly, listening for her moans as I went along. 

I've always loved eating her pussy, but tonight it tasted more like pure heaven than ever before. She was so close to orgasm that she was constantly gushing. I could feel my face becoming wetter than ever. 

I brought my hand up between her thighs and teased her hole while I sucked her clit. She thrust her hips into my face in encouragement. I stuck one, then a second finger inside her. 

I knew what she loved, and I didn't hesitate to give it to her. I turned my fingers up, shoved them in deep, and began a slow "come here" motion. I didn't need much movement, as she was so tight and responded better to the feeling of being filled than being pounded. My fingers and tongue worked in unison to bring her to orgasm. 

And then finally, there it was. She gushed in my mouth. Eagerly, I sucked as much of it down as I possibly could before she had had too much and pushed my face away, her breathing ragged and her body glowing. I couldn't love her more than I did at that moment. 

I gently extracted myself from between her legs, took a drink from the cup of water she so thoughtfully provided, and then offered it to her. She drank as I laid down beside her. 

"Thank you, Mistress." I whispered. 

"No, thank you!" she replied. 

We cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms. I slept more peacefully than I have in a long time that night. Mistress loves to push my boundaries, but she does so in a way that awakens my gratitude.



Mistress Puts Me on a Leash



Mistress walked into my room with a plain brown bag in her hand. When I saw her I got off of my pink chair that I was sitting in while putting my makeup on and fell to the ground and properly greeted her. 

"Good Morning Mistress Emily," I said and kissed her feet. "How may I serve you?" I asked before kissing her feet one more time. The second time I kissed her feet was not required, I did it just to show my obedience and loyalty. 

"Slave it is time for you to become our pet," She said as she reached into the bag and pulled out a bright pink collar and leash. 

She wrapped the collar around my neck and buckled the collar around me, it was snug but not too tight. There was a little tag that dangled from the collar and Mistress nodded as I looked up. I strained my head to read the little tag,

"Property of Mistress Janet and Mistress Emily, if found please call us and spank this naught puppy until we are able to retrieve her"

I smiled and my tiny cock grew in my panties. I had not been able to finish getting dressed and was only kneeling in my purple bra, matching panties, charcoal stockings and a purple garter. 

"Now slave if you get lost someone will be able to let us know. Also this is not a normal dog collar, it is designed for slave puppies like yourself." She told me as she leaned over and clamped a lock in place so I would not be able to get the collar off, not that I would want too, but now I cant. 

After she put the lock in place she clipped the leash onto the loop on the collar and told me to heel. 

I started to get up and go to her side but she smacked me on the back of my head.

"No slave, you must walk on all fours. Puppies do not walk on two feet."

"Yes Miss..." I started to say before I was cut off.

"Puppies don't talk either, now heel!" She said louder as I crawled to her side and waited for my next command. 

"Good girl, now we are going for a walk."

I looked up at her giving her a are you serious look, I was not dressed and she had always made me get dressed before sending me outside, even to just get the mail.

"Lets go slave," She said as she tugged the leash. 

I stumbled along on my hands and knees trying to keep up while still trying to figure out how to stay covered when I am dressed like this. The whole time my tiny cock was still throbbing in my panties. 

We entered the living room and Mistress Janet was waiting there, I crawled over and kissed her feet knowing I could not say anything else to greet her. 

"Ew, the dog licked my feet, that is disgusting." She said as she pushed me away with her feet. 

I looked up at her with sad eyes and just stared.

"Looks like puppy has to go," Mistress Janet said. "She has already got a wet spot on her panties, we should take her out."

"I agree," Mistress Emily told her and tugged on the leash. 

She opened the door and I realized this is how I was going to go outside today, I had never been this vulnerable when going out and it was scary and exciting at the same time. 

I crawled awkwardly down the steps as Mistress Emily kept tugging on the leash. When I reached the ground I found I was getting better at this and was able to keep up. Mistress Emily led me down the driveway while Mistress Janet stayed a few steps back and started taking pictures of me being walked; that made me even more excited as I felt the pre-cum drip out of me and get soaked up by the front of my satin panties. 

I was in plain site of anyone that would walk by, and sure enough a couple came jogging down the street and could not take their eyes off of me. They eventually came to a stop and started laughing and pointing. I was completely humiliated and felt degraded as they pointed and laughed, the guy took out his phone and took a couple pictures of me too while Mistress Janet and Emily laughed along with them. 

"She has been a bad puppy," Mistress Emily told the couple. "She keeps making a mess in the house, so now we have to bring her out here all of the time."

"Have you been a bad girl," the girl jogger said in that voice you use to talk to animals and babies. Then she ruffled my hair and giggled some more. 

I looked down in embarrassment as she asked me that, trying to hide my face and my throbbing cock. I do not think it worked because she pointed it out. 

"I guess you have, it looks like you like to be a bad girl, don't you little puppy. I mean little too.' She and my Mistresses both laughed at the last part. The runners and Mistress Janet exchanged numbers and said they wanted to plan on the two coming over one night for dinner and then they parted ways. 

I was walked up and down the street and a few more people saw me and laughed. One older couple was disgusted and made an angry face as I crawled by them. 

"We can not go in until you go pee," Mistress Emily told me. 

I quickly looked up at her in shock.

"You heard me," She said. As we walked past our driveway she turned in, thinking she may have been joking. 

"This way no one will see you, now go slave." She told me as she rounded to our backyard. "I don't have all day."

I did have to go but was holding it in, I reached up and started to pull my panties down and I felt a crack on my butt. 

"Puppies can't pull their panties down, now go so we can go back in."

As I sat there on all fours I felt the warm rush of pee exit me and push out into my panties, the warm stream flowed down my leg and I could hear the camera in Mistress Janet's hands click away as I wet my panties. 

The feeling was nice but degrading, luckily we were in our own yard so no one had to witness this. When the stream was over and my panties were soaking wet I looked up at Mistress Emily and she looked back down at me. 

"Good girl, but we can't have you inside when you are all wet. We are going to have to tie you up out here."

I kept looking at her and she started to lead me over to one of the pillars attached to our porch. I watched as she wrapped the leash around the pillar and locked that into place too. 

"When you dry off slave then you can come back in, you are a dirty girl. We may have to get you a cage for outside so we can keep you out here when we are gone."

She told me as her and Mistress Janet giggled and headed for the door. 

"Oh, one more thing slave, if you start to get horny like you always do, feel free to hump that pole and cum in your wet panties." They both giggled again as they saw my tiny cock start to get hard again in the soaking wet panties. 

When I heard the door close I looked at the pole and crawled over to it, it was awkward to grasp but I was able to get it so it rubbed against my tiny cock and I started humping it very fast. After a few minutes I could feel my orgasm build up in me and finally push out of my body. The warm load filled my panties and a little started to run down my leg and a couple of squirts got on the pillar. 

After I was done, I sat down and waited for my panties to dry so I could go back in and serve my Mistresses.