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The Mistress

By: jewlia



I dressed in a long red dress, slit up the right thigh to the hip, plunging neck and back, revealing the top of my breasts and coming to just the crack of my bare bottom. My blonde hair was swept up onto my head with soft wisps framing my face. My eyes had copper shadow on the lids, making the blue irises the color of the sea. My full lips were painted red to match my dress. Two small diamonds adorned my ears and my 4" heels wrapped around my thin ankles and had a single red rose across the toe strap. My fingers and toenails were painted red and my perfume was "obsession", completing my look of seduction.

Master had instructed me to be outside by 10:00 sharp, there would be a taxi waiting to take me to my destination. The taxi dropped me off at an exclusive hotel and I entered the dimly lit bar. As I slip up onto a stool, my eyes adjust to the light and I see Him, sitting at a corner table, watching me close. The bartender is right there to take my order and I lean over so that he can see the swell of my breasts as I ask for a martini. He brings my drink and lingers, looking at my long, bare legs as my dress splits to my hip when I cross them. I glance over to the corner and He nods and smiles. I could see He was pleased with my choice of attire and I turn on my stool, spreading my thighs so He can see I am bare under the dress...He smiles.

I watch the door to see if I can pick out whom He has chosen for me and I see Her enter. She is a very beautiful woman, tall, red hair, impeccably dressed in a black leather skirt and a white see through blouse. I could see Her dark, erect nipples through Her shirt and felt the stir of arousal between my legs. She walked over to me and I sought my Master's eyes, He nodded His approval, and I looked at Her again. She leaned down and whispered my name and told me to come with Her...now. She moved very close to me, reached down my dress and pinched my right nipple hard. The bartender had stopped pretending to shine glasses and was staring open-mouthed at us; Master was so pleased at this!

I followed Her upstairs to a room with burning candles, a large king-size bed. Laid neatly on the bed were a crop, a paddle cuffs nipple clamps and a strap-on. She stood before me with Her hands on Her hips and told me to strip, She wanted to inspect Her slave. I let the dress drop to form a red cloud around my ankles and stepping from it. I stood naked before Her, legs spread wide, arms behind my arched back, head and eyes down as She slowly circled me. She moved in front of me and put Her hand on my sex, telling me I was beautiful, then plunged two fingers into my moist pussy, removing them and making me suck my essence off of them. Then She re-inserted them, working in and out and then tasted for Herself, telling me how sweet I was. She took the clamps off the bed, applying them tight to my nipples, causing me to cry out in pain, tears spilling onto my cheeks. She enjoyed this sight and pulled the chain between them, leading me to the bed. The heat traveled from my nipples to my pussy making me wetter and filled with desire to be used by this Domme. She reached for the cuffs and placed them on my outstretched wrists, smiling at my submission.She leaned close to me, opened Her shirt and told me to take Her breast in my mouth. I hesitated, never having done that before, and She grabbed my hair and pulled me into Her chest. I took a nipple between my teeth and sucked it into my hot mouth, enjoying the soft wonderful feel of it! I ran my tongue around it and then kissed my way over to the other one, tasting and licking and sucking...making Her moan with pleasure. As I sucked Her tits, She lowered Her hand to my swollen clit, pinching it between Her thumb and forefinger, sending me reeling to the edge of orgasm.

Abruptly, She pushed me away and pulled me face down over Her lap, reaching for the paddle. She told me I had a very spankable ass and, raising the paddle, brought it down hard across both cheeks. She smiled as my ass turned a nice shade of pink immediately and continued the spanking until it was red, swollen and throwing off a marvelous heat. I was writhing with pain and want, needing to cum so bad. Sensing my state, She turned me over on my back, got on Her knees and kissed my thighs, my shaved mound, my clit and finally burying Her tongue deep within my folds! I climaxed almost at once and she sucked all of me until the shudders stopped.

As I lay on the bed catching my breath, She picked up the crop and whipped me across my breasts making me scream. She told me that next time I would wait for permission to cum and She laid the crop across my nipples four more times. She moved down and whipped my clit and pussy lips another ten times making me weep with pain and more determined to please Her. She removed my cuffs and straddled my chest on the bed. Her pussy was trimmed to a small red patch of hair and I could see the shimmer of Her arousal between Her pink lips. She told me to service Her now and if I were a good girl, She would let me cum again. I was nervous and yet so excited as well, wanting,,no,,needing to taste her. She lowered Her hips toward me and I kissed Her clit and slid a finger into Her wet pussy. I pulled Her clit into my mouth, sucking and licking as my finger worked Her cunt. My other hand moved up Her crack and played with Her hole, pushing two fingers into Her tight ass. She moaned and bucked against my mouth and I plunged my tongue into Her sweet pussy, sucking Her essence into my mouth, feeling Her muscles contract around my probing tongue. She came in great shudders, calling my name, and I drank Her greedily, licking Her sweetness from my lips as She left me. She strapped the 9-inch dildo around Her waist, instructed me to get on my knees and took me from behind, hard and fast. She reached under me and pulled hard on the nipple clamps and told me to cum...now! I screamed and came in waves, not knowing where one orgasm stopped and another started, until I was spent and we lay sprawled together on the bed.

Mistress removed the clamps and massaged my nipples as the blood came back into them, took me in Her arms and kissed my lips, the softest kiss I had ever felt. She told me I had done so well and that my Master would be very pleased, then She kissed me again and left. I laid a long while, savoring my new experience until the door opened. Master gathered me up into His strong arms and rocked me back and forth, telling what a good girl I was. I fell asleep against His shoulder dreaming of angels and feeling very loved...

The Mistress



He poured the coffee from the cafe that he kept in the office. It was Sunday and he was alone in the office. It would be his third cup of the morning and it wasn't even 9 am yet. He had to cut down on the caffeine, high stress job, not enough exercise, and certainly not enough time to play. He downed the coffee and began to attack the pile of papers that was carpeting the desk. It couldn't have been 5 minutes later when he started to doze in his chair. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, maybe he didn't get enough sleep last night. Perhaps he was coming down with something, standing to get his coat and start home a round of dizziness overtook him, and he just made it to the couch in the lounge before passing out into a deep sleep.

It must have been hours later when he awoke, but he couldn't be sure. And how in the world...his body jerked fully awake with a start. He was in a bed, spread eagle and naked, legs tied to something, arms tied to something, and blindfolded. He struggled to free himself but he was tied fast, and pulling only seemed to make the bindings tighter around him. 

He felt gentle hands touching his face as a warm damp cloth washed the sleep away from his eyes. A glass of water was brought to his lips and he drank.

"Who are you...what am I doing here, untie me now" he demanded all in one breath. 

"The mistress has brought you here. Don't be afraid, she is a gentle mistress and would never hurt you. I'm here to ready you for her." a soft female voice answered. The voice was low, breathy, almost husky, as if someone was trying to cover up her identity, Then a second thought came to him, or perhaps a woman who is already taken away in the mist of passion.

"Do I know you?" he questioned.

"Shhh," her voice soothed, "nothing bad will happen to you, the mistress will make sure of that"

He knew that voice, it was right on the edge of his memory, but he couldn't place it. Then all thought left him as he felt the warm water and wash cloth began to cleanse his skin. God, her hands were soft, as she slowly moved the cloth across his body and over his chest. Her fingers ran themselves through the hair on his chest, entangling themselves for an instant. Her ministrations moved to his stomach and then lower. When she began to wash his cock and balls, she did away with the wash cloth and used only her fingers to soap him and rinse. He couldn't help it, his cock began to swell. As strange as it was he found that the sensations she was giving to him were not at all unpleasurable. At last a soft towel dried him, he could smell the fabric softener in the towel. It seemed like she had warmed it in the dryer before using it on his skin. She covered his nakedness with something soft and warm, some sort of quilt or comforter he guessed from the fabric that touched his body.

"Won't you at least take this blindfold off" he asked, "I'd certainly like to see the face of the lady who owns those soft hands. 

She laughed. "The mistress will be here soon" 

He heard the door close behind her. He had already resolved to himself that he was where he was going to be for the duration of whatever was happened to him. Struggling against the bindings did no good except to pull them tighter and inflict pain upon himself. There was no way he could remove the blindfold from his eyes with his hands tied. The only hope he had was to convince the mistress, whoever she was, to undo his ties and let him go. He laid there in the bed waiting for her. Time pasted. It could have been 5 mins or 5 hours, whatever drug he had ingested to make him sleep was still working on his body. 

The door opened. He smelled her perfume. It seemed as if the room filled with her scent of meadows and fresh flowers.

"Who's there?" he questioned, "Are you the mistress?"

He heard the tapping of her high heels as she crossed the floor to stand beside of him. Her fresh scent was closer to him now and he felt the cover being taking away from his body. He lay there naked, helpless as a newborn, while whoever this woman was, looked at him. He could almost feel her eyes travel from his face and down his body. He felt the blood begin to flow into his cock, he couldn't help himself as it seemed to him her eyes lingered at his growing organ. 

"Are you the mistress?" he asked again, softer this time, thinking maybe if he played along she would release his ties. 

He felt her fingernail on his stomach as she traced the letters Y-E-S onto his skin. 

"Won't you please untie me and let me go, I promise to keep the blindfold on until you are out of the room and I won't try to find out who you are. Just untie me and I promise I won't give you any trouble at all."

Again he felt her fingernail trace letters on his stomach. N-O.

Her fingers crossed his lips as if to tell him to be quiet. Her touch was a soft and gentle as the woman who had washed him had been. Her lips found his and her kiss was as sweet as honey. Her tongue parted his lips and probed into his mouth. He could feel her naked breasts brush across his skin. She must have short hair, he thought, as he couldn't feel hair traveling along his body as her lips left his mouth and moved downward to his neck and shoulders. 

Her fingers touched his face, outlined his lips, traveled over his skin like a summer breeze. Her kisses left his skin hot with raw passion and soon he found that he didn't care if he was bound and blindfolded. He only wanted what this woman was doing to him.

She had straddled him, her pussy against his cock. He could feel her stockinged legs on either side of his body. He thought they might be silk. He felt the moisture of her own arousal as she moved her sweet pussy over his cock. Her public hairs were soft, not coarse. She leaned over his body and began to kiss him again. First his neck, shoulders, stomach, her tongue darting in and out as she left her trail of kisses. Her breast lay against him sometimes as she left her path of fire behind. He could tell her body was full and round, her breasts were average size, but god when her hard nipples touched his body he could feel desire run all the way through him.

Her kisses continued to move downward, until he felt her tongue licking the base of his cock. Blood rushed to fill him and his erection seemed like it was huge and straining. He couldn't remember a time in his life that he had felt passion as sensual as this. Nothing mattered to him anymore, he was lost in the web of his mistress.

Her hands cupped his balls, stroked his cock, traced underneath it's head. Her fingers were everywhere at once and yet he didn't know where to expect the next touch. He wanted her mouth on his cock, he strained to push his body closer to hers. He couldn't be sure if this was heaven or hell, but he didn't want it to stop. He heard his own moans of pleasure and desire

She loosened the binding on his legs just a bit and then slid a pillow under his hips. He next thing he felt was her tongue licking at his asshole. He groaned as he felt the tip of her tongue enter him and her soft hands began to stoke his cock. Her tongue moved probing into parts of his body that no woman had ever touched before and his whole body fueled with a desire like none he had known. He felt like he was going to cum right then, he wasn't sure how he had held back this long, then she withdrew her tongue and hands. He heard her step across the room and felt a glass being brought to his lips. He smelled the sweetness of berry wine and drank from the glass.

She let him sip a couple of times and then took the glass away. He felt drops of cool liquid hitting his erect cock like tiny raindrops. She was dropping the wine on his cock. He heard her set the glass down, felt her breath between his legs, oh god yes, she had taken him in her mouth. Her tongue licked at the wine drops like a cat lapping at milk. Then she slid him inside her mouth. Sucking, her tongue moving all over him. Her hands under his balls, a finger slipping into his ass and then out of it again

"I'm going to cum, I can't help it" he whispered. And she stopped again. Agony, his cock strained, the built up cum in his balls needed release. He felt her straddle him again, only this time she slowly lowered her sweet pussy onto his cock. She began to ride him. Slowly at first then picking up speed. She bounced harder and harder. He felt the muscles in her pussy squeeze around his cock and just as she reached the peak of her orgasm he shot his hot cum inside of her. It seemed to flow like lava from him. His body floated, his mind relaxed, there was nothing for him in the world now except the feel of her pussy on his cock, the scent of her perfume mingled with their own smells of love making.

Later he felt her beside him on the bed. His arms and legs were still bound. The blindfold still in place.

"Who are you my witch of a mistress, to have me so under your spell?" he asked softly. He felt her move beside him. Heard her laughter ring out, and he knew right then at the sound of her soft gentle laugh. She removed the blindfold. His eyes focused slowly on her short red hair. Those deep blue eyes that held even more secrets than he would have ever been able to guess. She untied his legs, then his arms. His hands ran over her supple body. Her round stomach, her pert breasts and pink nipples, he pulled her into his arms as his kisses stopped the sound of her laughter.

Looking deeply into her smiling eyes he said "You are and always will be my Pretty Lady, Vicki."



The Mistress



The phone rang. "Good afternoon, Hillbrooke Financial Planning, Julia Brennan speaking." 

"Hi Julia, it's Phil," came the reply. 

"Why hello again Mr. Douglas. What can I do for you today?" asked Julia playfully. 

"I was just wondering if you were busy tonight?" he asked. 

"Not especially no, why?" 

Phil chuckled, "Well I was thinking of making some more investments. One fairly sizeable and a couple of smaller ones." 

"And I take it you've got a particular figure in mind?" Julia responded coyly" 

"Oh yes, Ms. Brennan, I have indeed," said Phil, "and a pretty good idea as to where I'd like to invest my deposits!" 

Julia laughed. "OK then. About seven o' clock?" 

"That would be ideal," replied Phil. "Seven o' clock at my place it is." 

"OK, see you then. Bye." 

"Bye" 

Smiling, Julia replaced the receiver on its cradle. She let her gaze wander idly around the office and reflected yet again how much her life had changed. She'd spent the last two years carving out a niche for herself as a successful financial planner. At 27 she could now say that she finally had the kind of life that she's aspired to all those years ago when she left home to start University. A good job that paid well and had good prospects, her own house in a nice area of town and Phil. There was a slight bittersweet flavour to her relationship with Phil. It wasn't that he was married and that she was merely his mistress. That didn't bother Julia, she wasn't looking for a full time relationship. It was the fact that he was a link to her past. Much as she enjoyed being with him, he would always be a reminder of the darkest period in her life when she, Julia, the rising career woman had been forced to sell her body as a common prostitute just to earn enough money to survive. 

Those had been the bad times. A mountain of debt coinciding with her graduating at a time when jobs were in poor supply had forced her to that existence but she had survived. Not just survived but had done well enough that by the time she'd finally managed to get a job she's not only cleared her debts but had already saved a large enough deposit to put down on her house and a large part of that money had come from Phil and men like him. 

Poor old Phil, she thought to herself. Phil the kind, generous and moderately wealthy man with a beautiful yet sexually inhibited wife. A wife for whom sex was simply a chore to be endured. It was his need for sexual satisfaction that had driven him to visit a prostitute and that was how they'd met. For almost three years Phil had visited her, paying Julia handsomely to perform the kind of sexual acts his wife found repugnant. Julia smiled when she considered that Karin found just about everything that didn't involve the missionary position with the lights off repugnant. When Julia had finally given up the streets two years ago she found that she couldn't bring herself to give up Phil and that had ultimately resulted in her becoming his mistress. They're relationship remained fundamentally the same only now, where once she received money, she now received gifts of lingerie, expensive bottles of perfume, nice meals in fancy restaurants and weekends away in country hotels. 

Julia arrived at Phil's just after seven. She was dressed in her "street" clothes, black fishnet stockings and high heeled, calf length boots, a short, tight black leather skirt and a tight denim jacket, a red plunge neck top and cleavage enhancing bra completed the look. Phil opened the door and smiled. Stepping across the threshold, Julia stood on tiptoe to kiss him. The kiss was passionate and lingering, his lips pressed firmly against hers. Julia felt his body stiffen in response and she let herself be led into the house. 

In the living room, Phil's hands were all over her. She tugged at his trousers as he lifted her top, pushing aside her bra to reveal her breasts. "And I suppose this was the figure you had in mind?" asked Julia as Phil's hands cupped and softly squeezed her breasts. Phil laughed then bent forward to flick his tongue over her nipples. 

Julia murmured contentedly as Phil explored her breasts with his mouth. She finally managed to release his flies and pushed his trousers and boxer shorts down over his hips. Phil gasped silently as Julia began stroking his dick with her long, delicate fingers and then he fastened his lips around a nipple and sucked it into his mouth. "Oh yes! Suck my tits!" Julia demanded urgently as her fingers slid up and down his shaft. Phil responded by sucking hard, drawing as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He squeezed the other with his hand, flicking his thumb roughly over the nipple, causing Julia to emit a startled "Oooh!" of pleasure. 

They half fell on to the sofa. Julia slipped off her jacket and pulled her top off over her head. She sat stride Phil and leaned forward, smothering his face with her breasts. Phil's tongue lapped over the soft fleshy globes as he tugged the straps of her bra down over her shoulders, giving him better access. Julia felt her desire mount. Her pussy was wet and crying out to be filled. Slowly she reached back. As Phil feasted on her breasts, she grabbed his cock and began to flick it back and forth along her slit. She moaned softly as its head brushed against her clit. "I want to feel this in my cunt," she whispered into Phil's ear as she positioned the tip at her entrance. 

"Oh Julia!" exclaimed Phil as she slowly pushed her hips back, taking his cock into the warm, wet confines of her cunt. 

"Mmmm," murmured Julia as she slowly impaled herself on his dick, feeling the walls of her cunt stretch to accommodate him as she slid down his shaft. 

As Julia began to move up and down, she reflected briefly on this one change in their relationship Despite having had sex with Phil regularly for almost five years it was only since she'd become his mistress that he'd let himself fuck her pussy. Before that, when she provided him with sex as a commodity, he'd only ever fucked her arse. He still did, and to be honest, now that she did it voluntarily instead of for money, Julia was forced to admit that she enjoyed it, but having him inside her cunt was special, it was the one bit of their relationship that wasn't rooted in her past. 

"God you feel good tonight," breathed Phil, bringing Julia out of her reverie. She thrust her hips up and down, contracting the walls of her cunt to grip him as she rode his thick cock. She moaned as he squeezed her nipples with his fingers. He sighed as she ground herself against his cock, her tight leather skirt hitched up around her waist. 

Up and down, over and over, her pussy worked its way along his shaft. Below her, Phil attempted to thrust, deepening the penetration of each movement of her hips. 

Phil's breathing deepened. "Yes," purred Julia encouragingly. "Cum for me baby. Pump your load into my cunt. I want to feel you explode inside me." She increased her pace, bouncing furiously up and down on his cock. 

"Julia! Oh Julia!" moaned Phil, "I can't hold on! I ca... ooohh!" Julia felt his cock begin to twitch inside her. Sinking down so that he was buried fully inside her, she felt his cock release its load of hot, sticky cum into her. She kissed him passionately, her tongue probing into his mouth as his cum pulsed out of his dick to flood her pussy. As Phil's climax subsided she smiled down at him with a dreamy look of contentment in her eyes. 

After a few moments Julia got up. She knelt down in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked hungrily as she cleaned his cum and her juices from his shaft. When she'd completed that task she pressed one hand to her cunt, catching his cum as it trickled out of her. She raised her fingers to her lips and sucked them suggestively into her mouth. "Mmm," she murmured contentedly, "that tastes good." 

"Glad to have been of service," replied Phil. 

"So where is Karin tonight?" asked Julia. 

Phil laughed, "Trust you to ask!" he said. "If you must know she's gone to Dublin for her sister's hen weekend, meaning little old me is stuck here on my own until Monday. Unless you can come up with any suggestions, of course." 

"I'm sure I could come up with something," she laughed, "but I do have to go into the office at some point tomorrow," she added. 

"I guess I can live with that," replied Phil pretending to be a little grumpy. 

"Good. Now I'd quite like to take a shower" 

"Be my guest," responded Phil, "and while you do that I'll fix us something to eat." 

Julia nodded and made her way through to the bathroom. Switching on the shower she removed her skirt, kicked off her boots and stepped out of her stockings before climbing under the hot spray. Her body tingled as the water gently massaged her skin. Once she'd washed she unhooked the shower head from the wall and aimed it at her pussy. As the hot jet of water sprayed against her clit she felt the walls of her cunt contract and seconds later she came, crying out as her clit responded to the water's caress. Julia's fingers rubbed at her clit as she strove to prolong the sensations. Reluctantly she forced herself to stop, too much now and she wouldn't be able to fully enjoy Phil's attentions. Julia stepped out of the shower and quickly dried herself. Then, wrapping the towel around her she walked through to the kitchen to rejoin Phil. 

She found him sat at the table, naked apart from an apron. "Dinner is served," he said with a smile. 

The meal was eaten quickly and for the most part silently. When she had finished Julia complimented Phil on his cooking. Then she adjusted the towel slightly and parted her legs. Stoking her labia she said suggestively, "And I suppose you expect me to provide dessert?" Phil simply nodded as he stood up, walked round to where Julia sat and knelt down between her legs. 

Phil ran his tongue up the inside of Julia's thighs, first one then the other. Each time he brought his mouth closer and closer without ever reaching his goal. Julia whimpered with anticipation each time Phil's mouth approached her pussy only to draw away again at the final moment. Julia let the towel slip away from her body. "Stop teasing and eat my fucking pussy!" she complained as Phil's tongue slipped away once more. 

Phil continued to tease, enduring Julia's increasingly vocal complaints as her frustration grew. "C'mon eat me," she begged, "fuck me with your tongue." Then, plaintively she added, "Please eat my pussy, ple...oooh!" A shiver ran up her spine as Phil pushed his tongue between her moist lower lips. 

"Mmm, you taste good," said Phil appreciatively before flicking his tongue over her clit. Julia gasped as Phil's tongue darted in and out of her cunt. Her hands fell to her breasts and she began to cup and squeeze them. She pinched her nipples as Phil's tongue lapped at her pussy with broad strokes. She began to murmur incoherently as the sensations in her clit spread to engulf her. Phil's mouth fastened on her clit, sucking it between his lips as his tongue flicked over its swollen tip. "Mmm yesss!" purred Julia as a warm glow began to suffuse through her body. 

Phil savoured the taste of Julia's juices as his tongue explored every crevice of her pussy. He returned his attention to her clit. Julia moaned as he slowly inserted two fingers into her cunt. He felt the walls of her pussy contract to grip them as he twisted his fingers around inside her. He inserted a third and was rhythmically fucking her with his fingers as his tongue teased her clit. When his fingers were sufficiently lubricated he slipped them out of her cunt. "Ohhh!" Exclaimed Julia as she felt his index finger press against the resistance of her arsehole. He pushed one finger in then an other. Julia wriggled as Phil pumped his fingers in and out of her arse while, all the time, his tongue beat a steady rhythm on her clit. 

Julia knew her climax was approaching. She pinched and pulled her nipples as Phil fucked her arse with his fingers. She felt her womb begin to contract, sending spasms of pleasure coursing through her. "Yesss, Oh yesss!" she breathed exultantly as her climax took hold. She shook her head from side to side as Phil's tongue beat on her engorged clit. Her body began to shake uncontrollably. Phil removed his fingers from her arsehole and concentrated his attentions on her clit, sucking it into his mouth. Julia grabbed his head pressing his mouth harder against her. Every touch of his tongue sending another bolt of pleasure through her. She was moaning in response to his every touch, her orgasm possessed her utterly. 

At last, Julia could take no more. "Stop! she cried. "Stop! I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me." 

Phil removed his tongue. Forcing her body to respond, Julia stood up and leant against the table, bracing herself against it for support. Phil stood up and positioned himself behind her. Grabbing Julia's hips he thrust his cock deep into her cunt with a single thrust. Julia's hips moved back to meet his thrust. "Unh, mmm," she sighed as his cock began to piston in and out of her cunt. 

Resting her body on the table, Julia's hands caressed her breasts as Phil's cock pounded her cunt. Her body still trembled in the after glow of her recent orgasm as Phil's cock slid in and out. Her pussy flexed involuntarily against him as he drove his dick deep into her cunt with strong, powerful strokes. "Fuck me!" she cried, "Fill my cunt with your cock!" 

Phil's hands gripped Julia's hips tightly as he drove his cock into her. "Do you like my cock in your cunt?" he asked. 

"Yes!" came the reply. 

"Do you want my cock in your arse?" he asked. 

"Oh God yes!" replied Julia. "Stick your cock up my arse. Fuck me there please." 

"You want it up the arse?" 

"Yes! Fuck my arse! Please fuck my arse!!" 

Phil withdrew his cock from Julia's cunt. Slowly he began to press his well lubricated cock against her other entrance. Julia began to push her hips back. She felt the tip of his cock push past the resistance of her anus as it began to slip into her bowel. "Mmm, yes, fuck me, "she sighed, "fuck my arse and fuck it hard!" 

Phil jabbed his cock deep into Julia's arse. Her hips moved back to meet each thrust. Julia moaned as Phil's balls slapped against her enflamed labia. With one hand she rubbed her clit, occasionally dipping a finger into her pussy as Phil's cock stroked in and out of her back passage. She felt her knees weaken as another orgasm began to build within her. Her body shook, she thrust her hips back, taking Phil's cock deep into her rectum. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh Phil! Oooooh!" she cried as her climax engulfed her. 

Phil could feel the intensity of Julia's climax as he thrust his cock into her arse. he felt his scrotum begin to tighten as his own orgasm approached. Without warning, he pulled his cock out of her. "Turn round", he demanded, "I want to cum all over your tits!" Julia forced herself to obey and sank to her knees in front of Phil. Phil groaned as he furiously pumped his dick with his hand. "Oh shit, I'm cumming, hear it comes!" he roared as his cock began to erupt. 

The first jet struck Julia across the face. Phil altered his aim and sent the rest of his load spraying over her breasts. Julia massaged his cum into her skin, occasionally lifting her fingers to her mouth and licking them clean. Phil stepped forward and wiped the last drops of his cum in Julia's hair. He sat down beside her and she turned her cum streaked face to him and smiled. Phil kissed her tenderly on the lips. "What time do you have to be in tomorrow?" he asked. 

"No particular time, so long as I'm in before lunch, why?" she asked. 

"Well," replied Phil, "I was going to suggest you stayed the night but I thought you'd want to go home and get changed as I imagine you'd get a few funny looks if you turned up dressed as you were when you arrived here." 

Julia laughed. "You're very probably right," she said. "Would you mind dropping me off at my place in the morning?" she asked. 

"Not at all," replied Phil. 

"Well then," said Julia, "why don't we go and get ourselves cleaned up and then we can go to bed 



The Mistress



You enter the room, lit only by a dozen candles. Held in large freestanding gothic candelabras. In the glow you see her. Her back turned to you, she is looking out the window. You walk in farther, closing the door behind you. Walking toward her, you hear her breathing, the effect evident on you, your cock starts to rise. She doesn't turn, but tells you to undress. Her voice soft yet firm, you obey with urgency. Always wanting to please her. 

To you she is a goddess...Venus in the flesh...she is your Mistress. And you do what she says...when she says...without hesitation. She tells you she has a special night in store for you. You smile. You tell her any night...any time is special with her. 

She responds..."Good answer my dear one." She tells you to lie down on the bed. She binds each of your wrists to each of the posts. Then covers your eyes, with a black silk blindfold. She adds to the atmosphere with a bit of classical music. Soothing, yet sensual. Your cock throbs in anticipation. She leans in giving you a gentle kiss upon the lips. Her fingers dance across your chest. The tips of her fingers gently caressing and teasing your nipples, they grow sensitive, as you moan. Your arms pull against the bindings trying to reach out to her...you ache to feel her soft skin. She knows this, making the tease all that more effective. Eventually her fingers reach your cock. She slowly runs her fingers along the shaft. From the base to the tip, barely touching, you feel the heat emanating from her fingertips. As they stroke your hardened cock. Her tongue moves down your chest, reaching your cock, she passes it by. To take your balls into her mouth. Licking them, suckling them. You moan louder. 

Thanking your Mistress for the immense pleasure she is giving you. She asks if you deserve it. You say "Yes", and that you will do anything she wants to bring her even more pleasure. She smiles at you, telling you that you have been good to her. Tonight is your night she says. 

"Tonight I will pleasure you, and you will cum hard for your Mistress won't you." She says, slyly. 

You respond with a quick "Thank you", followed by more moaning as she finally runs her tongue along your cock. Your body jerks as she takes the head of your cock between her lips. She sucks on just the head deeply, moving her fingers to your balls...caressing. Gradually taking every inch of your cock into her mouth. Your balls hitting her chin. She begins to move up and down on your cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth. Nice and slow. Your hips start to move with her. She places her hands firmly on them, telling you not to thrust. She pulls away, when she feels you so close. She leaves the room...

You are unsure what's going on. Where did she go. She returns about five minutes later, but for you, in the state you are in, that feels like an eternity. Your cock throbbing, aching, so very hard. Wanting it in her mouth, in her pussy, wanting to release your cum deep in her. That would be the ultimate pleasure for you, at this point. Your mind becomes consumed, frenzied. She asks how you are doing. You dare not respond with any other comment than you are well. She asks if you are ready to cum. You say, "Yes Mistress...very much so." She says, "Then my dear one, my lover, you best start begging. Or I shall leave you like this, until I choose to release you." The prospect of that turns you on even more. But you are also aware of the practicality of it. You can not remain there...at her mercy forever. You open your mouth..."Mistress please, allow me to cum. Let me make love to you, pleasing us both Mistress. I will do anything and everything you ask Mistress. You know that. I will obey you, please give me this, please allow me to cum."

She is pleased with your words, she knows that you are hers. Only hers. She wants you to have the pleasure as well...the wondrous orgasmic release. She leans in again...kneeling between your legs. Taking the full length of your cock into her mouth, at once. You moan out loudly. Groaning. 

"Yessssss" She begins to quickly suck you...bobbing her head up and down fast. Licking, sucking, feeding on you. Bringing you closer and closer to that sweet orgasm. Your balls tightening, your cock growing thicker, stretching her mouth, filling her mouth. Your hips start to buck again. Her hands hold you down, she is stronger than you realised. You will cum when she allows it. Feeling you so very close, she pulls away again. You moan out..."Oh Mistress, please, I am so very close, I need to cum. Please, please, please let me." She moves up your body, straddling you. Sliding your cock into her wet pussy. You moan out. Loudly, loving how she feels, tight, hot, wet, around your cock. She starts to ride your cock. Up and down, up and down, faster. She's close too, she wants to cum as well. Your orgasm rising, from your balls. Aching to cum. She moves up and down, faster, sliding your cock in and out. It fills her so. She's moaning now, with you. As she nears an earth shattering climax. One more thrust up from your hips, deep into her, your cock explodes deep in her hot wetness. She screams out, as you fill her, and she coats your cock with her own cum. She collapses on your chest. Your cock still buried deep. Breathing hard. Resting her head on your shoulder. Her hands slide the blindfold off. She looks into your eyes, she smiles, and kisses you, tenderly. A deep love in that kiss. She rolls off of you, releases the bindings. You take her into your arms, holding her tight. As you both drift off to sleep...

Written by Brigihd © 2000, All Rights Reserved



The Mistress



Chris had been looking for a job for weeks. She was getting very frustrated at not being able to find one that would pay enough so that she could find an apartment and be on her own again. She had to get out of this relationship, she was no longer happy and each day she became more and more withdrawn because of it. Not on the outside, anyone around her would never know the loneliness and sadness she had inside of her. It ate at her more and more each day.

When she and Pat had first became involved Chris was extremely happy. She had been sharing an apartment with a coworker until she moved in with Pat six months after they started dating. The first year of their relationship was fantastic, Chris loved Pat and she hoped that one day they would marry. Into the second year of their relationship Pat introduced Chris to new areas of pleasure giving as he called it. At first she was hesitant to try anything new, but she had always been a sexually open woman and was willing to try most anything once. She figured if you didn't like it then don't do it again. Simple motto and she stood by it. 

She had met Pat three years after her divorce. She had been married to an abusive man for 18 years. Oh, not the physically abusive kind, but a very verbal abusive type which can be just as bad. He didn't become abusive to her until the last six years of their marriage. She finally left him when their daughter was out of high school and had moved out on her own. The only thing she was thankful for in their marriage is that their daughter had never seen her fathers abusive behavior towards her mother and for that she was thankful. 

Pat had finally got Chris to quit her job at the little food store she worked in eight months into their relationship. He told her he wanted her at home, and that he made enough money to support them both. Which he did, Pat was an executive director of his companies pharmaceutical plant. Chris could not complain that she was not taken care of because she was, she had nice clothes, a nice car to drive and was able to do just about anything she desired. 

Pat had gotten Chris to let him tie her to the bed. He had her spread eagled on their bed and teased her for hours, taking her to the brink then stopping to let her come down before he would start all over again. 

Pat loved to fuck her with toys, he told her he really got off watching her pussy as he slid a dildo in and out of her, then it was cucumbers, squash, bananas, anything he could find to give her pleasure.

Two weeks later he again tied her to the bed. Chris admitted she did like this, Pat would give her hours of pleasure and she loved him even more. 

He had her tied up and had been teasing her for about an hour when their bedroom door opened up. 

Chris started to scream but Pat put his hand over her mouth telling her it was OK, this was a friend of his who had come to help him pleasure her. 

She was shaking her head back and forth no, trying to get untied but Pat kept his hand over her mouth trying to calm her down. 

"My darling, shhhh...listen to me my pet. I very much want to watch my friend fuck you, it would give me the greatest pleasure watching him fuck you my love," he said softly.

Chris should have realized something was up, Pat had not taken her silk gown off of her, and he had made sure nothing but her snatch was bare and visible. Chris was extremely bashful about her body and Pat did respect that. She had told him that if God had wanted her to show her body off naked then he would have made her skinny, as he didn't, it meant that it was not to be shown. 

Chris didn't like her body at all, she was fat, had always been fat. Plump, chunky, it didn't matter what word you wanted to use, she was still fat. She had stretch marks from the birth of her daughter. 

Pat said one of the nicest things to her the first time she had cried over not wanting him to see her naked. 

"But honey, there is nothing wrong with that, it's a badge of honor you should wear proudly, you held, nurtured and gave life to someone. I'm not ashamed of them and nor should you be." 

Chris is positive that is when she fell in love with Pat.

She had calmed down a bit by now. Pat motioned for the man to come sit on the bed with them. He did so, then Pat reached for the top of her gown and cut the two straps holding the top up, he lowered the material just enough to expose her breasts. She loves them sucked, drives her crazy he was telling the other man. 

Then both men leaned down and took a nipple from each breast firmly in their mouths and began sucking and licking. 

Chris was done for, just suck a nipple and you could get her to agree to almost anything and Pat knew that and made use of that fact.

Chris was really turned on now, someone, or both she didn't know which had been fingering her pussy and clit. She was hot, without realizing she was doing it her pussy was reaching for that wandering finger. 

The stranger had stopped sucking her nipple and had moved down and behind Pat, then she felt his mouth at her snatch, he had a very hard tongue, he must do this often she was thinking as little moans of pleasure started to escape from her now. 

"That's right baby, just lay there and enjoy it my love," he mouthed the words into her mouth as he kissed her. 

The man ate her pussy for a good 20 minutes she guessed, having made her cum once already and she was near to another climax again. Her clit was rock hard and he kept his finger pressed on it rubbing it while he undid his pants with his other hand. 

Then he was inside her, fucking her and Pat was watching and stroking his hard cock as he watched this man fuck her. When the guy came he pulled out and shot his wad all over her stomach. Then he and Pat licked it up together. 

The man disappeared into the bathroom and when he came out he was dressed, he came to the side of the bed and leaned down to Chris telling her it had been a pleasure fucking her and out the door he went.

The following weekend, a tall black man and a white woman knocked on the door a little past nine. Chris and Pat were sitting on the couch watching TV when they arrived. When Pat invited them inside she knew something was up. 

He introduced the man as James and the woman as Paula. Then just as calmly he pulled her up from the couch and turned her to face the two of them. They are going to join us in a little pleasure this evening my love. 

Before Chris could move the woman had come forward and placed her hand at one of Chris's tits before clamping her mouth over hers. 

Chris had never touched or been touched by another woman let alone have one kiss her. After the shock of what was happening Chris actually enjoyed the kissing from the woman. 

Pat had eased her gown down her shoulders and lifted a breast out which the tall man James started sucking on.

Chris didn't remember being laid on the floor but somehow there she was the woman was eating her pussy, Pat was kissing her and alternately sucking on a nipple, While James was undressing. 

When his cock was exposed and Chris saw it she gasped out loud. He had a massive cock and there was just no way that man was going to fuck her if that is what Pat had in mind. He had to be all of 10 or more like 11 or 12 inches in length. 

Pat was smiling at her as he watched her reaction to the size of James cock. 

She was thinking to herself well he really fits what most women perceive black men to be. Well hung! 

"Don't worry baby, he will only give you what you can take." With that said James flipped her onto her knees and preceded to enter her slowly. 

My God he felt good inside she had to admit and she was wondering just how much of his cock he had in her. Chris pressed back against him and felt the pressure of the length of him inside her, it took her breath away but she pressed anyway. 

As soon as James came, Paula was between her legs eating his cum from her pussy. Then Pat was fucking her, he came fast, she could tell he was very excited and could hardly contain himself. 

James had been standing to the side of her stroking his cock while Paula ate her and then Pat fucked her. 

James slipped his cock back into her cum filled snatch and began fucking her again. My God this felt so good, she loved her pussy fucked and ate and this man, woman, and Pat had made sure she a lot of both.

The man and woman came back one more time a few months later and Chris enjoyed their visit. It was what had been going on between then and now that she didn't enjoy. 

Pat was getting out of hand, one night he brought home four men he had picked up in a skin flick house. Chris flat refused to let any of them touch her. Pat was pissed after sending the men along their way. They had a big fight that night and Chris slept in the spare bedroom for the next two nights. 

On the third night Pat asked her if he brought someone home tonight would she fuck him? 

Chris asked who it was and Pat wouldn't tell her. Then she told him if it was someone who he had earlier fuck her OK, if it was some fucking stranger he picked up off the street he could forget it! 

She told him he wasn't thinking of her safety anymore, he had always made sure before that anyone who had fucked her, had been no health risk to her, and he had wanted proof and more often then not he had paid for the tests before he would let anyone touch her. He hated anyone to wear a condom when fucking her so they had agreed in the very beginning that they had to be disease free if that were the case.

They hardly spoke for the next two weeks. Chris had no money, no job, and no way of leaving and she was afraid that any day now he would just tell her to get out. Her old room mate now had another room mate and there was no room for Chris if she wanted to bunk down there a couple of days.

That night when Pat came home it was with an arm full of flowers for her, he told her he was sorry and he wanted to make it up to her. He took her out to dinner and when they returned home he made love to her all night long. Yet in the back of her mind Chris felt something was not just right. 

For the next few weeks she would look for a job everyday while Pat was at work. What she could find was in the afternoon or evening and she couldn't do that because then Pat would know and put a stop to it. She had to work somewhere during the day if she were to be able to save enough money to get a place of her own.

She was sitting in a small cafe with her old roommate telling her about her not having any luck finding a job. "I just have to leave Callie, he has become a nut case about this," she was telling her friend. 

"Geez, Chris I would have never thought you would have went along with that kind of stuff," Callie said. 

"Oh come on Callie, I know your not that much of a fricking prude, people do it all the time, " she told her. "I'm not making any excuses Callie for being a part of it, I enjoyed it at first and I'm not going to deny that. But when he started bringing people he had picked up off the street or out of some porn house that was it for me. He always made sure whoever he had brought home was safe, not a health risk. Now he just doesn't care, he just needs the thrill of it, and he wants more and more men to do it."

A week later Callie called Chris to see if she had looked in today's help wanted section. "Chris I think this might be just what your looking for," she told her excitedly. "Hurry and check it out Chris, you don't want to lose out on this one," she told her. 

Chris hung up and went across the street to get a paper. She got home and started reading through the want ads till she found the one Callie was talking about. 

There it was in big bold letters. Hurry! Assistant Wanted! You must be able to be away from home for periods of two or more weeks at a time. Prefer someone single with no commitments. You will assist owner with paperwork, keep appointment schedules, make reservations for trips and meals with clients, etc. The job is simple, but does demand a great deal of time on the road. Excellent wages, health benefits, dental, vision and 401K plan all for the right person. Job must be filled by May 1st. Please call and leave your name and number with receptionist, she will ask you some simple questions and if your a possible candidate you will be notified on April 20th to come in for an interview.

Chris thought what the hell, they can only tell me no so she called the number. She was put on hold for almost five minutes before someone was able to take her information. They asked the usual questions, name, address, social security number, birth date, married, single, divorced etc. 

The lady asked her if she got air sick, or train sick, or car sick then told Chris she would get back to her on the 20th if she were to get an interview. Chris never expected to hear from them but at least she tried. 

She had forgotten about the job, until Tuesday morning on April 20th she got the call to come in for an interview. She was told her interview would be the last one that day and would be at 6 PM the following evening.

Chris arrived at Johnson Plastics 20 minutes early. She had told Pat that she would be with Callie at a friends baby shower and wouldn't be home till around 7:30. Callie was going to back her up if he questioned it. 

The receptionist led her into a large office and told her that Mr. Johnson would be with her in a few moments. 

She no sooner had closed the door when a deep voice from a room on the far side of the office told her to please have a seat and he would be with her shortly. 

She was looking around the room when he called to her again from what she was assuming was a bathroom. 

"Please forgive me MS Carlson, it has been a very long day screening all the applicants who applied for the job and I just need to wash up a bit," he called out to her. 

"That's perfectly all right sir," she replied.

Chris was looking out the side window of his office when he finally came out. He was standing right beside her with his hand out before she realized he was there. "How do you do MS Carlson." 

Chris reached for his hand as she began to look up. He had just clasped her hand in a firm handshake as her eyes finally saw him. "YOU! She cried out trying to take her hand from his. "Is this some sick joke you and Pat have come up with," she was yelling at him? 

She jerked her hand from his. " You might as well come out Pat the games over and I'm not having any part of it," she was still yelling. All the time she was yelling she was thinking in the back of her mind how the hell did he find out she was looking for a job, she had been so very careful. 

"Please calm down Chris, Pat is not here I swear to you." She just stood there looking at him. "I assure you Chris, Pat does not know your here. Your here for a job interview are you not? The job is for real Chris, this has nothing to do with Pat. Now please sit down and we can discuss this like adults. Chris didn't sit, she just sort of dropped back down into the chair.

What was going on she was thinking to herself? Was it just dumb luck that a job she had applied for happened to be with someone who her boyfriend had brought home to fuck her? Or was this really a sick joke cooked up by her boyfriend and this man? Had she been found out and this was his way of letting her know she wouldn't be going anywhere? 

Chris stood up and headed for the door, the man had got up from his desk and caught up to her before she could open the door. He put out his arm to press on the door, as if in holding it closed. He was right behind her, close, to close and she was nervous. 

"Chris please listen to me before you go running off," he was saying. "For the last time, the job is real Chris. "Pat does not know that your here. Now listen to me carefully as I'm being totally honest with you. I was sitting in that little cafe a couple of blocks down from here and I overheard you talking to your friend. I was right behind you Chris and you never recognized me."

"I had been thinking of replacing my former assistant for some time, hearing your conversation made me decide I should do it as soon as possible. Mary retired and at first I had no plans on replacing her, but I soon realized just how many things she had done for me that allowed me to carry on with my other more important business." 

"I was going to say hello to you that day then thought better of it, I did not want to embarrass you and I was sure that I would have. I was hoping that you would be one of the applicants who would apply for the job."

"Every night I would look over the names of the people who had applied hoping your name was among them. I didn't know your last name but I knew that the address would tell me if it was you or not. Do you have any idea how many people I've had to give an interview to just to make sure everyone in my office felt this was for real? Let me rephrase that...the job is real but it was meant for only one person and that person was you." 

Chris could only say "Why?"

"Let me ask you a couple of questions Chris and will you give me your word that you will be honest with your answers," he asked her. 

Chris was still facing the door but she nodded her head yes in response to his question. 

"Did you enjoy what transpired between us that night or was it just because it was something Pat wanted you to do," he asked her. 

"Both," she replied. 

"So you enjoyed me fucking you then, is that correct," he asked? 

"Yes," she answered. 

"Did you enjoy it just because you knew that it turned Pat on," he asked?" 

Chris hesitated for a second then answered, "no." 

"Now listen to me carefully Chris I want no misunderstanding between us. I'm married, my wife and I have a written contract to each go our separate ways in our marriage. Neither one of us can file for divorce with the claim of infidelity, or mental cruelty due to infidelity. If she walks away from the marriage then she does so without getting a cent from me, do you understand that Chris," he asked her. 

"Yes," she replied. 

"She likes my money, she likes the prestige of being my wife and all the things my money does for her, so she had no intentions of leaving me. She signed the contract 12 years ago, she has her lovers and I have had mine. The contract works for us and will continue to work for both our benefits." 

"I'm offering you a job Chris, it will pay you $900.00 a week with benefits, your room and board, as well as meals will be paid for by the company on the company credit card while we travel. You will travel first class with me, we will stay in 4 star hotels in adjoining suite's. Your are free to do whatever you wish, with whoever you wish, but I won't lie to you, at night I will expect you to sleep in my bed." 

"You want me to be your mistress is that it," she asked him? 

"Does that bother you Chris that I would want you to be my mistress? Or is it that you would be a black mans mistress? It was OK to be fucked by me because your boyfriend wanted it, but were it your choice you would not have done so, is that what your saying," he asked her? 

"No, that is not it at all," she said. 

"Then why your hesitation," he asked her? 

"I don't think I can be any mans mistress," she said. 

"You've got to be kidding Chris! Do you think just because you lived openly with Pat, went to dinner parties with him, met his friends that you were not his mistress? Was the car you drove yours? Who's money paid for the clothes you wear, or your trips to the beauty parlor? Do you have money in your purse right now or is it his credit card? Your a grown woman for Christ's sake, you've been his mistress since the day you moved in with him," he said. 

"The only differences between what you had with Pat and what I'm offering you is that #1 you'll have money in your pocket to spend as you like, when you like, on what you like. #2 You won't be spending any time at dinner parties or meeting my friends because this is an arrangement between just you and I. When we are not traveling your time is your time, to do what you like with who you like, and you can fuck whoever you like." 




The Mistress



"No one will ever know about the arrangement we have. I will protect both yours and my privacy. You would be free to walk away at any time Chris with no hard feelings on my part. I would cherish every moment we had had together for however long a period of time it might be," he said. 

Now he was pressing up against the back of her, she could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into her ass. 

"Since the very first time I fucked you Chris I wanted it to go on forever. Not many women can take a 10-inch cock and you took it all. When you first pressed back against me as if asking for more I thought I had died and gone to heaven. For weeks I waited for Pat to contact me to invite me back and when that day finally came I actually postponed a very important trip for one day just so I could fuck you again," he told her. 

Chris remembered that last time when James and Paula had come to the house for a night of pleasure giving at Pat always called it. She admitted she was looking forward to having his big cock in her again. That last time James fucked her five times during their visit that night. She remembered the look on his face when he had her legs pressed back into her belly while he rammed his huge cock in her. 

Paula and Pat were busy sucking on her nipples and taking turns kissing her while James fucked her long and hard. She knew, could tell just from the look on his face that he was enjoying it as much as she was.

James brought Chris back from her thinking when she felt his hand upon her breast. His cock was hard pressing into her backside, as he spoke softly in her ear. 

"Chris if I were to reach inside your slacks would I find you wet right now," he asked her. She couldn't answer but the truth was she was wet, and her clit was burning with desire thinking of him fucking her again. 

"Let me fuck you Chris, even if you decide not to take the job I'm offering, at least let me fuck you one last time. I want to taste you Chris, I was never given the opportunity to do so before and it is something that I have wanted to do since the first time. Let me know the taste of you, I want to have your juices all over me Chris, I want to feel them gliding across my lips, taste the musky scent of you and then feel them covering my hard cock as I bury myself deep within you," he asked her passionately.

Chris was hot, she was on fire and she wanted to feel James inside her again but she knew she couldn't. "I can't James, Pat is expecting me home by 7:30 and it is already 7. He thinks I'm at a baby shower with my friend Callie. 

"OK, Chris I understand. He backed up a bit and Chris turned around to look him in the eyes. "Will you take the job Chris," he asked her? 

Chris didn't hesitate when she answered yes. 

James grabbed her and kissed her hard and passionately. "We will be leaving in two days Chris. Do you want to leave Pat before we leave," he asked her? 

"Yes," she replied. 

"OK, then I am giving you the keys to my companies condo on the other side of town that I keep for visiting clients. Pack your things after Pat leaves for work in the morning I will have a cab waiting to pick you up at 9:00 am. Don't worry about the cab fare it will already be taken care of. I'll stop by around 10 and we can talk about what you will need to pick up before we leave. It will be at the companies expense so don't worry about that either. I'll see you in the morning Chris," he shook her hand and they said good-bye.

Pat was waiting for her when she got home, asked her how the shower went, then he ordered out Chinese. 

As soon as he left for work in the morning, Chris packed her personal things, but she left everything that Pat had paid for. She wrote him a rather long note telling him she was sorry for leaving like this but that she really had no choice. 

The cab arrived at 9:05, he told her that he already had the address where she was to be taken. Chris had been inside not knowing exactly what to do when James showed up 20 minutes later. He found her sitting at the kitchen table with her bag sitting on the floor next to her. 

"Come on Chris we have some shopping to do, we will be leaving for Oregon at 7:30 in the morning. Our flight is at 8:45 but we have to check in early." He led Chris out of the condo to a waiting limousine. 

He had the driver take them to O'Hara's, a classy shop on the far side of town that catered to the more fuller figured woman. He took Chris inside and introduced her to the clerk who would be helping her. He told Chris she knew what she would need and would help her find the right things. 

"When your done here Chris have the driver take you wherever you need to go to pick up any personal items you will need, like your shampoos, etc., then he will take you back to the condo and help you with your packages. I will call you around 7 to see if you got everything and to see how your doing."

James had told the clerk that she would need at least 10 outfits suitable for business wear and at least five suitable for travel wear. He also told her to make sure she had at least 7 sleeping gowns, a jacket, shoes to go with the outfits and at least two pairs of comfortable walking shoes. 

Four and half hours later Chris was finally leaving, the limo loaded with all her purchases. Chris knew that all the things she had, amounted to well over $5,000.00 and that made her a bit uncomfortable. The driver took her to a well known shop where Chris finished shopping buying all the toiletries she would need to travel.

When they got back to the condo the driver helped her carry all the packages inside and then left. 

When Chris went into the bedroom she found three large traveling cases sitting beside the bed, two suitcases, I hanging case for her outfits so they wouldn't get wrinkled, and on the bed were two smaller cases for her cosmetics and toiletries. 

James called right at 7:00 and told her a driver would pick her up at 7:00 to take her to the airport where he would be waiting for her. He told her to just wear slacks that they would not be doing any business that day. He said he would go over what her duties were on their flight.

Chris was packed and ready when the driver came the next morning. Their flight took off right on time. 

James had told Chris on the flight some of the things she would be doing and would explain in more detail when they arrived in Oregon. 

A limo picked them up at the airport and took them to a very classy hotel. They had a beautiful suite. They talked more on what her duties would be, then went to dinner in the Hotel's restaurant. When they got back to their suite James told her to go ahead and take her shower and then please come to his room when she was ready.

Chris was nervous, she knew what was going to happen next. She stood outside his closed door for long minutes. She was wearing a long silk red gown, spaghetti straps with a red lace wrap. The gown was nothing fancy but with her long blond hair, and fair skin, the red was sexy on her. 

Chris admitted to herself she was very much looking forward to this, she was not one who enjoyed going without sexual intimacy. She didn't think that the word "Nympho" really pertained to her, but she was a person who had a major craving for sex all the time. She just didn't go and look for it everyday. Besides that, not to many men were attracted to larger women so finding a sex partner everyday to quench that sexual thirst would be a little bit difficult for a large woman.

She knocked softly on the door. James opened the door and motioned her inside. He didn't give her much time to think as he pulled her tight to him and kissed her deeply. 

James was a very good kisser Chris thought, she loved the way his tongue mated with hers and any man who could kiss well could get her juices started. 

James slid a strap down her shoulder and let his hand slip inside the bodice of her gown to lift out a breast. One thing James had noticed the first time he had fucked Chris was that her nipples were inverted. They only came out when she was excited and they were being licked or sucked. That had excited James watching Paula keep her nipple out and erect when she was sucking on them as he fucked her. He hadn't noticed when he was sucking them because they were out already. 

He lifted her breast to his mouth and gave her nipple a long teasing lick, then he sucked her nipple feeling it get harder the more he sucked. 

Chris moaned in pleasure and her body trembled. The longer James sucked her nipple the more she would press his mouth into her breast. 

James loved to suck on nipples, it turned him on. He bet if Chris had her nipples sucked on long enough she would even cum. He was sure with some prolonged nipple sucking and maybe a little finger fucking at the same time she would cum. He would put that theory to the test later, but right now he had the much long awaited desire to eat her pussy on his mind. 

James led Chris to the bed where he lay down beside her. He kissed her again, as his fingers gently rolled a nipple between them. His mouth took the place of his fingers and James had Chris moaning and groaning in her pleasure. 

He moved slowly down her body and fit himself between her legs. He inserted his middle finger into her pussy and watched as he teased her pussy, finger fucking her slowly. He couldn't wait any longer he had to lick and suck that pussy before he went nuts. 

James knew that a lot of his male black friends didn't eat pussy, they wanted no part of that yet every one of them wanted their women to suck their cocks. They all felt that was their right, and that fucking the woman should be enough for them. 

He also thought that was what Pat had assumed as well, because every time over the years when he had invited James to fuck a woman he had also arranged for Paula to be there as well. Paula was a lesbian and loved eating pussy, but she also loved to eat a pussy that had just been cum in by a man.

This was not the case with James. He loved eating pussy, he could eat pussy for hours if the lady would let him. He loved to eat her pussy in-between the time it would take him to come fully hard again so he could fuck her some more. James loved pleasure and when he was being sexually intimate with a woman it always lasted well into the late hours of the night.

Chris had a nice size clit, it was easy to latch onto and suck. She was moving, moaning and groaning as James sucked and licked her clit. 

James also had a nice long tongue. A Gene Simmons tongue he would say, and it could dip deep inside her pussy driving her crazy. James had made Chris cum three times eating her, he found out that she liked her clit sucked fairly hard. 

James was ready to fuck Chris, but she had other plans, he had pulled her up to get her to get on her hands and knees so he could fuck her doggy style but she pushed him back down onto the bed and began sucking his cock. 

James wasn't prepared for that, most women would give his cock a little suck attention but that was it, because he was so large. 

Not Chris, she was taking a long time sucking his cock, giving him as much pleasure as he had given her. She would take as much of him as she could in her mouth and make sure he was enjoying it. 

She was good, very good and James knew this arrangement was going to be good for the both of them.

James was getting close to having a climax and he wanted to be fucking Chris when he did, he wanted his cum filling her pussy when he began another oral assault on her after fucking her. He tried to pull Chris away, she stopped sucking his cock long enough to tell him no. 

"Cum for me James. Fill my mouth with your cum," she said. 

"I want to fuck you Chris, I will do that for you later," he told her. 

"You can fuck me later but right now I want you to cum for me, I want to taste you." Before he could say another word Chris had her mouth wrapped firmly around his cock, sucking him gently then firmly. Her hand was cupping his balls squeezing them gently and James lost it, he filled her mouth with his hot thick cum. 

He made love to Chris for the rest of the night. 

Over the next few months James had learned a lot about Chris and her sexual appetite. Her hunger for sex was a deep as his. They were all business during the day, but at night behind closed doors they filled each others sexual appetites over and over. 


James had also put his theory to the test later that first week, he could make Chris cum just from sucking her nipples and a little finger fucking. Chris's nipples were a very sensitive part of her sexual pleasure zone. James being a nipple lover was thrilled by that.

They were in St. Louis on business visiting one of the companies James bought his plastic pellets from. In bed that night he told Chris that he had a very good friend here in town that he would like Chris to meet. 

Chris was a little confused and told him so, she told him that he had said she would never be introduced to friends of his. 

"Chris I would like to film me fucking you, I would like that very much, but will understand and respect your wishes if you say no. You can even keep the tape in your possession if it will make you feel better. I will also promise you that there would be no facial shots of either of us," he told her. 

"You mean you want to video tape us? How are you going to manage that without it showing our faces,"she asked him. 

James hesitated a moment before telling her that the friend he wanted her to meet would be the one doing the filming. That he wanted close ups showing his cock in her pussy as he fucked her and of him eating her pussy. He told her the man was a close friend, very discrete and had done this before.

Chris at first was going to say no, then she thought of how well James had treated her as an employer, a friend, and a lover so she agreed.

Paul came by that night around 8, James introduced him to Chris and then they sat down and talked a bit over a couple of drinks. 

Paul was of medium height, on the chunky side as herself, he was light skinned and James later told her that his mother was black and his father white. He had been married for 26 years to a wonderful woman who was also aware of what he would be doing that night.

At first Chris was very nervous and shy about the filming. Within minutes James had her to a point where she no longer cared that there was a stranger in the room with them, filming them fucking. 

Paul had hooked up equipment that showed exactly what he was filming on the big screen TV in the room, Chris could see it all. She got really turned on when she glanced at the TV and saw the close up of James cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She aslo noticed that Paul had a massive hard on while filming them. His cock was just sticking damn near out of his pants. 

James leaned down to Chris and whispered that poor Paul was pretty worked up. "How about if you let him find a more suitable place for that thing? Let me film him fucking you," he asked her. 

Chris said sure, she had had other men fuck her before because her lover had wanted it, she would do the same for James. 

"Hey Paul, my lady would love to help you get rid of that big bulge in your pants," James told him. 

"You don't have to ask me twice," he said. 

He slipped his slacks off and Chris saw that his cock was not as large as James, but it was thick. 

"Wait till I tell Millie about this. She will be bummed she wasn't here to enjoy," he said. 

Paul was finishing undressing and James explained to her that his wife enjoyed watching him with other women and like Paula she enjoyed eating a pussy. Then he winked at her and said to her, "especially white pussy." 

Chris surprised them both by telling them that they should have called and invited her to join the party. 

Paul had dipped his finger into Chris's wet snatch and started rubbing her clit. Chris loved her clit rubbed and James would always get her off a couple of times a day that way. Then he leaned down and began eating her pussy. 

Chris was so into Paul eating her pussy she didn't notice James on the phone. Fifteen minutes later Paul's wife arrived, Paul was still eating Chris out. James had taken some time out from filming to suck her nipples and kiss her. 

Millie was a big woman, larger than Chris. "Oooo honey are you enjoying that sweet pussy," she asked her husband? 

"Yes baby I am, you want to try a little taste of it baby,"he asked her. 

She leaned down and he kissed her," ummm lovely, she said. "Fuck her baby, fill that sweet pussy with your cum for mama," she told him. 

Paul lifted Chris's legs and entered her, God he was thick and he felt good inside her. James was filming and had gotten behind Paul to get a close up of his cock inside her. 

Millie had taken her clothes off and was now on her knees beside the bed. She leaned over to Chris and took a breast in her mouth and began sucking her nipple. Chris moaned and Millie knew that she enjoyed them white titties sucked. She sucked her nipples for some time, then she moved down closer to Chris's pussy, she got her finger on Chris's clit while her husband was fucking her and began rubbing it. 

Chris was going to cum, she couldn't hold back. She covered Paul's cock with her juices. 

Her clit was so very sensitive now, hard and protruding but Millie would not let up rubbing it, that's right baby you can cum on my man's cock again, he's gonna fill that pussy of yours with his hot cum. 

Just then Paul groaned and stiffened up as he climaxed, filling Chris's pussy with his cum. As soon as he moved away from Chris, Millie was right there with her face in her pussy, lapping up her husbands cum. She latched onto Chris's clit and sucked it hard as hell, damn this was wonderful. Chris was sexually charged and her body had a will of it's own. 

Millie reached over to James and pulled his cock towards her mouth as she began fingering Chris's pussy. 

Paul had gotten behind his wife and was now fucking her from behind. Chris found all this so fucking erotic. 

Now it was James turn to fuck Chris again. 

Millie was sucking on a nipple again, and Paul was filming. "Oooo god girl, your pussy just eats up that big ole cock of his don't it," she said to Chris. She again got her finger on Chris's clit and rubbed it hard. "That's right baby you cum for Millie again, I want to eat some more of your cum filled pussy." 

James came a few minutes later, and as soon as he moved away Millie was right back lapping at her pussy.

Every time they are in St. Louis Paul and Millie spend the night with James and Chris. 

James knows that Chris likes to be fucked and ate. He also knows that she enjoys it when he has her tied up and drives her crazy just eating and fucking her. Soon he will tell Chris that he has one more thing he desires to have done to her. 

He and Paul have five other friends who love to fuck, one of the guys has a wife who also joins in as does Millie. He wants the five men plus he and Paul to fuck Chris non stop till she can't take no more. He wants both her tits being sucked on constantly as each man fucks her, the women will take turns sucking the men keeping them hard while the other takes her turn at eating her pussy. 

James knows that Chris will agree in time, to the fuck fest and till that time the desire will just burn deeper within him. 



The Mistress



He lay in the dark, waiting patiently. He knew she would come to him; it was an unspoken agreement between them. They had played out the fantasy many times before, and then she had casually mentioned she was going to be in his city tonight.

The moon was full, and cast a silvery glow through the window, and across the crisp white sheet that lay over his hard young body. 

As he waited patiently, he gently stroked his fingers over his hard cock. Tingling with anticipation. He heard footsteps outside his door. It was unlocked. He heard a gentle tap, and then the door was opened.

He could see her silhouette as she moved towards the bed. Her aroma reached his nostrils, musky and warm, and he grew even harder.

She removed her long coat and laid it over the back of the chair, and then he felt the bed dip as she sat beside where he lay.

"Are you naked, as I instructed?" Her voice was quiet but stern.

"Yes Mistress." He replied meekly.

"Good." He heard her reach into a bag and the clink of metal, as she retrieved some handcuffs. "Get on your knees."

He did as he was told and knelt facing the head of his bed, as she fastened his wrists to the bedposts with the cuffs. Then she attached some kind of metal bar between his ankles, which spread his legs wide and left him vulnerable to her.

The sheet had fallen off him as he had got to his knees, now the cool night air touched his body making his nipples even harder.

She was holding a riding crop, and she began to stroke the end of it over his body. Occasionally giving him a light whack on his rump.

Then she noticed his erection pointing into his stomach.

"Did you start without me?"

"No, Mistress." He felt a sharp sting and she brought the crop down harder on his rump. He gasped.

"Are you quite sure, you haven't been touching yourself?"

He was shamefaced, and he wondered if she could see his expression in the moonlight.

"I couldn't help myself Mistress." He whispered.

"Then you must be punished." She said, as she once more reached into her bag, and retrieved something.

He winced as she attached nipple clamps to both his nipples. A thin silver chain attached them. Taking hold of the chain, she pulled, first gently then harder, until she heard him whimper.

"I'm sorry"

WHACK the riding crop once more stung his rump.

"Silence."

"But Mistr..."

"I said silence!" She leaned her face close to his, her breath hot against his skin. He watched her lips move as she spoke, her lipstick deep, dark red, like blood.

"I see you have a lot to learn from me, young man."

To ensure his silence, she got out a gag and tied it tightly round his mouth. It felt uncomfortably tight and he wanted to protest, but he knew, by now, that she meant business. Then suddenly he felt a hood being pulled over his head. Now he could see nothing. Although the room had been dark, he had been able to see her in the moonlight. Now it was pitch black, and he could only hear her as she moved about the room.

He flinched as she brought the crop down on his rump once again. He could hear her slowly circle the bed, the sound of her high heels softened by the carpet. Without his sight, he didn't know when or where to expect the next stroke of the crop.

She seemed to enjoy leaving long gaps, then whack, she hit him again, and it wasn't a gentle tap, he was sure it was leaving marks on his skin.

His breathing became heavy, partially through fear, and partially from desire, the material of the hood was pulled against his nostrils as he sucked air into his lungs. It was getting uncomfortably warm under the hood. He could feel the sweat begin to trickle down his forehead and sting his eyes.

He was unbearably excited, his manhood throbbed hard against his stomach, and the reality of the situation was so much more exciting than anything in his fantasies. His fear was real; she had not spoken one friendly word to him since she arrived. They had never really discussed just how far the fantasy would go, how much punishment he could take.

His backside was stinging, as were his back and shoulders; his nipples were sore from her constant tugging on the chain between the nipple clamps.

He moaned around the gag in his mouth.

"Had enough?" She enquired.

He dare not answer, he could barely breath inside the hood now, and he was getting very uncomfortable.

"Shall I take off the hood?"

He nodded slowly. Did she mean it or was she taunting him? He felt the hood being pulled off of his head, and was relieved to feel cool air on his sweat soaked skin.

She undid the gag, and pulled it out of his mouth. Next she removed the cuffs from his wrists and ordered him to get on his back.

With the bar still between his ankles it was not easy, but he sat with his legs outstretched and his back leaning against the headboard.

She climbed up on the bed and stood one leg on either side of his thighs. Now he could get a good look at what she was wearing. She was wearing a black leather bustier, which pushed her large breasts up. It was cut low showing plenty of cleavage. A short leather skirt revealed the stockings beneath, and a brief glimpse of naked flesh at her thigh.

Then his eyes came to rest on the red high-heeled shoes, one of which had been raised to his mouth. He looked questioningly up at her.

"You may worship my feet." She smiled down at him, as he began to lick her shoes. She leaned against the wall to hold her balance, as he kissed and licked her foot. He slipped off the shoe and continued to worship her, through the silky material of her stockings.

Placing her foot on the bed, she offered him the other shoe, and he gave it the same treatment he had given the first.

He couldn't resist sliding his hand up her stocking clad leg, and he waited for her to punish him, but she did not. He felt the soft flesh of her thigh, and heard her gasp as his fingers touched her soft shaven lips.

Her knees buckled under her and she knelt either side of his thighs. He took a chance and looked directly into her face. Her eyes were half shut; she was biting her lip, as his long fingers delved between her moist lips. Sliding over her wet clit and making her squirm in pleasure.

With his free hand he unlaced the front of her bustier, and her breasts tumbled out before his eyes. They were incredible, her nipples were hard and tight and he buried his face in her breasts and began licking her nipples alternately.

Her juices were running down his arm as she cried out her pleasure. She roughly took hold of his head and brought her lips down hard on his full lips, mouths open tongues entangled, and they kissed deeply. He felt her hand close around his cock.

"Oh you are so hard...I need you inside me now..."

She raised herself higher on her knees, and moved her body over him. She looked deep into his eyes as she slowly lowered herself on to him. Impaling herself on his rigid manhood.

Once he was all the way inside her, she sat for a moment, her arms around him, her lips hungrily devouring his. Lost in her kisses it took a few moments before he realised that her pussy muscles were contracting along his cock, clenching and releasing him.

Slowly she began to move up and down, feeling his hardness slide in and out of her, he felt so hard and so deep inside her. They held eye contact as long as they could, breathing heavily, until they were swept away by their feelings. Gripping his shoulders she began to move faster on him, grinding down against him.

She couldn't stay quiet, her moans got louder and louder.

"Oh God you feel so good, but I need more." She got up and he protested as she did so. "Get on the floor." She instructed.

He struggled with the bar between his feet so she removed it for him.

"Now take me from behind, over the bed, hard! Now!"

She was already kneeling beside the bed, her rump raised invitingly in front of him. He needed no second bidding, and he thrust himself once more inside her. He was so much deeper now, and he was in control. He set up a deep hard rhythm, holding onto her hips, her stocking tops caressing his thighs as he did so.

"Oh yes, harder... come on fuck me harder!" She begged.

He thrust into her as hard as he could, he knew he couldn't last much longer, her moans got louder and her hands clutched at the sheets, and with a final "Oh God." She came hard, as he spilled his seed inside her.

They crawled back onto the bed and lay in an exhausted heap, panting and gasping. When finally their breathing had returned to normal. 

"Was it as you expected?" She asked him.

"Even better, Mistress." He replied. "Thankyou." 



The Mistress



It makes me laugh to think that the majority of people who see me think that I'm a librarian. I suppose that, outside of work, my dress is more than a little plain. I tend to favour knee-length skirts or trousers with sensible shirts and regular underwear. I love the fact that people who see me in the supermarket or walking along the street think that I'm a regular woman, maybe a little frigid, who probably lives with her 2.4 cats instead of children. I wear minimal makeup when I'm off duty. I observe people and smile to myself. If only they knew. 

Of course, there are some that know all too well what I'm capable of. Librarian I am not... I love what I do. It's not a job; it's a way of life. I make a great deal of money in humiliation, bondage, wax play, forced cross-dressing to name but I few. I have a particular personal penchant for slavery and fear. I love it when they cry. 

My clients vary. They come in all shapes and sizes and you can take that statement however you choose. 

My schedule is pretty busy. I must admit, when I first started out, I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into. I was pretty naïve I suppose but you have to start somewhere, don't you? I couldn't believe how quickly business took off. My so-called Dungeon was less than adequate and I had only placed one piddly little ad in the local rag. But, like I said, business boomed and I found out that people not only pay you handsomely to shower them in degradation; they give you gifts when you do a good job. 

Jimmy was my first client. He was a 40 year-old lawyer, happily married with a couple of kids. He and his wife had a perfectly vanilla love life. She was happy to be on her back oooh-ing and aaah-ing in the appropriate places, she rarely came through penetration but was happy with her vibrator. Jimmy wasn't satisfied. He saw my ad and called me up. 

We arranged an appointment and he has been coming to, and on, me ever since. In fact, he was so impressed with the services I provided that he paid for a real Dungeon. I don't know what he spent but I'd guess it was close to 100k. 

Of course, not all gifts are as extravagant but I am thankful for them all; even the stranger ones. Someone sent me a shit in a box once but she was a coprophiliac so it figures. 

Tonight, I have my favourite client. I know it's probably bad practice to favour one client over others but I think it's impossible not to become at least a bit attached to your regulars. 

His name is Phil. He's in his 40s, most of my male clients are. My female clientele tend to be in their late twenties to mid thirties but I don't discriminate. Not unless they ask me to. 

Anyway, Phil. He's to put it lightly, horny as fuck. When he first called me, he said to treat him like a blank canvas and just do whatever I wanted. I was in paradise! He arrived, and I must have stared or something. He grinned at me and as the door shut, I slapped him hard and grabbed a handful of his hair. 

'What the fuck do you think you're grinning at?'

'Nothing, Mistress,' he replied through gritted teeth. I could feel myself getting wet as I dragged him to the crucifix that stood in the room. I kicked his ass with my hooker-style heels and he stumbled into the cross. He raised his eyes up and saw the manacles that adorned each wooden arm. He stood up and I clamped his arms in place. I tore open his shirt and bit his nipples making him cry out. I could feel him hardening against me. That and the feel of his skin made my clit throb under my red rubber dress. 

I picked up a mask from the enormous banqueting table which was adorned with various items; whips, chains, masks, weaponry, strap-on dildos...Anything you can imagine to aid the perverse is probably on that table in one form or another. I'm very proud of my tools. 

I took the porcine mask and placed it over Phil's head. 

'You're a pig,' I spat as I aligned his eyes and the eyeholes. 'Pigs get taken to the slaughter, don't they?' I demanded, clawing my nails down his toned torso. 

'Yes, Mistress,' he replied. I could hear a shake in his voice and knew that he was more than a little apprehensive. Good. 

I walked back to the table and picked up a blood stained apron. I put it on and made sure that he could see. He was sweating now and he was scared, I could smell it. His breathing was rapid and uneven.

I turned my back to Phil and uncovered my secret weapon. As I pulled the starter cord I turned to Phil, manacled and helpless on the crucifix, as the chainsaw roared into life. Even over the bellowing of the motor, I could hear him sobbing and I had to stop myself pressing the plastic covering of the motor against myself. I stepped towards him and as I did, he pissed his pants. I love it when they cry.

I shut off the chainsaw and put it back. 'You pussy. Pigs're too good for you.' I took a bullwhip from the table and removed the pig mask, tossing it aside carelessly. I unleashed the whip upon his flesh and he screamed, a red gash glaring out across his chest. His cock was solid under his piss soaked trousers. I lashed him again and again until he begged me to stop. 

I let him down from the cross and commanded that he take off his trousers. I wasn't surprised to see he had no shorts on. His erection was the most impressive and gorgeous I've seen. Even the thought of being sliced with a chainsaw hadn't abated it. 

'Kneel down,' I growled, pushing my shoe into his face. 'Lick it.' He did. I pushed him onto his back on the cold stone floor and stood over him, one shoe pressed into a whip gash. Phil hissed and his cock twitched. I reached down and grabbed his hair once again. I dragged him across the floor and hoisted him to his feet. 

'Ever been fucked?' 

'N-no, Mistress,' he stammered as I unzipped my dress, revealing my naked body. He reached out to me and I so badly wanted him to take control and fuck me but that wasn't what we were about...Not then, anyway. I pushed his hand away and slapped him around the face again. 

'Did I tell you to touch me?'

'No, Mistress,' he whispered, looking ashamed but I saw the twinkle in his eyes and to be honest, it threw me a little. I led him to the cage. I handcuffed him to the bars and got the biggest strap-on in my possession at the time. I stepped into it and stood in front of Phil. I roughly turned him around and pressed against him, making him groan. I nibbled on his ear, unable to help myself. 

'Spread 'em and take it!' I yelled, slathering his ass with lube and jamming the dildo into him roughly. I thrust into him, hard and deep my breasts slapping against his back. He reached down to his cock and I bent his arm behind his back, thrusting faster into him, feeling my own orgasm building, his sweat running down his skin in rivulets. I couldn't let myself climax. I grabbed his penis and pumped it, sending him over the edge, his hot juices trickling over my hand as he cried out. I slowly stopped fucking him and withdrew the strap-on. I undid his cuffs and, stepping out of the harness, ordered him to go clean up. 

He emerged from the shower sometime later looking truly fuckable. 

'Get out.' 

'Yes, Mistress,' he replied. He dropped a bundle of notes on the floor as he left which I ignored. As soon as the door was closed, I shoved my fingers into my pussy, rubbing my clit furiously until I came, screaming and pinching my nipples. 

Phil became a regular client. To be honest, I wasn't sure he was going to come back but I was happy when he did. That was our first encounter and I like the challenge of trying to give him something new every time. The element of surprise. 

Tonight, I'll be forcing him into women's clothes -- underwear, stockings, short skirt, blouse and heels. I'll flog him with the cat o' nine tails that I made myself and then I think I'll try some suspension. I'll blow him while he swings. 

And he will love it. 



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 01



Copyright 2008 - All rights reserved.

This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site

without the expressed written consent of the author.

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Judge Reynolds looked down from his seat on the high rostrum and sighed almost inaudibly as the defense lawyer droned on about how his drug dealing client's rights were violated and therefore should be set free. The arguments were old, well worn and thoroughly discredited but he went on nonetheless, fulfilling his "duty" to his client to defend her "zealously." John Maynard Reynolds, or more formally, "Mr. Justice Reynolds" since his elevation to the Court of Appeals the previous year, was still called "Judge Reynolds" by most who knew him, the title a holdover from his sixteen years as a trial judge. He was better known as "Maximum John" to the criminal defense bar, a nickname acquired over his years on the trial bench by almost always awarding the maximum sentence allowed by law to the miscreant unlucky enough to stand before him. A prosecuting attorney for twelve years before his appointment to a judgeship, he had little patience for cute defense arguments about the legalities of a search or an arrest. If he did the crime, he'll do the time . . . all of it; every last day he can award.

Judge Reynolds suppressed a yawn, glanced down at his watch and drifted off a bit as he often did when the oral arguments were tedious. Three forty - Jesus this numb nut is going to use every minute of his allotted time on this useless argument, he thought to himself. Well, as soon as it's four o'clock, this guy gets the hook and we adjourn for the weekend. I'll hit the driving range for an hour, grab some dinner and then climb on the computer - today is the day I do it.

Mercifully, four o'clock finally arrived and just as he had promised himself, he cut the defense lawyer off in mid-sentence and adjourned. John shook hands with the other four Justices on the court, exchanged a few pleasantries and was off quickly to his chamber to change and head out. In ten minutes he was in his silver Mercedes heading for the driving range at his club, thinking about the evening to come. He had laid awake most of the previous night thinking about it and decided that he was going to finally take the plunge - he was going to take the first step in contacting that incredibly exciting lady.

The driving range was a waste of time. He was so excited and anxious about his decision that he shanked half of his shots and sliced the other half. After one bucket he'd had enough and drove home. In less than ten minutes he was there. Fortunately traffic was light this far out of the city because he daydreamed the whole way, rehearsing over and over in his mind what he would say in his first note. He tossed his keys into the dish on the foyer table, slid a frozen dinner in the microwave and headed for his plush, book lined office. He turned on his computer and monitor and sat back in his thick, comfortable, black leather chair. He checked his e-mail and read the few messages waiting there from his colleagues. He heard the beeper from his microwave signaling dinner was ready (such as it was), rose and returned to the kitchen.

He wolfed down the frozen lasagna in record time, almost without noticing it as he watched the news and daydreamed more about this evening. What if she doesn't answer me? What if she finds out who I am? What if somebody else finds out about my little "hobby." This is crazy - I'll be crucified if anybody finds out. The papers would have a field day. But, I can't take it any more. The urge is so strong, it's like a tidal wave sweeping everything else away. I have to do it - whatever the danger . . . the hell with the danger.

Shortly after eight o'clock he went into his bedroom, stripped off his clothes and put on his silk robe and soft leather slippers. He went back to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of chilled Chardonnay and padded back to his office with it, returning to his leather chair. He set the glass down on the coaster beside his monitor and logged into one of his "blue" Internet accounts - one of the accounts he acquired with an alias and which he used to surf the net for his favorite topic, Bondage and Domination. He particularly liked Female Domination and, although he liked pictures, he was turned on most by good, hot, short stories.

For five years, he had been spending more and more of his evenings just like this. Oh, he dated occasionally but the dates became less and less frequent as he spent more and more time in front of the computer. At the age of fifty two, slightly under five foot seven, with a thick paunch that hung over his belt, thin, flabby arms, sunken chest, rounded shoulders and pronounced double chin, he knew he wasn't attractive to women, until, that is, they learned about his money, and then most became very interested. It hardly seemed worth the trouble though. Straight sex just didn't compare to his fantasy world of haughty, cruel dominas, leather, ropes and domination.

Judge Reynolds had even been married once, but he just got bored with her. She blew through four hundred thousand of his eight million inherited trust fund in about six months on her fancy clothes, jewelry and cars before he'd had enough and threw her out. She didn't want to play any kind of sexual games and was a lousy lay to boot. She looked great but once you got inside the wrapping, there was nothing there. He slapped her a few times before physically tossing her out but she deserved it. Fortunately, none of the slaps made a mark on her. Her abuse charge was ignored by police who very much wanted to keep "Maximum John" on the job and happy with them. The pre-nup held up and she got nothing, nadda, not a cent.

The Judge slid back in his chair, his silk robe cool on his back and sipped his wine. With a few key strokes he transported himself to her site, "The Kat's Kradle," home of Mistress Katrina, the most exciting woman he had ever seen. He had found her site six months ago almost by accident, following a series of links in his usual search for femdom erotica. Her home page caught his attention immediately. It was a large picture of herself in full, menacing, black leather regalia. She had a large mane of tightly curled red hair and emerald green eyes that shone with a glow all their own..

They were cold eyes, cruel and penetrating. To the right of her picture was a column of text in which she described herself as a "lifestyle dominatrix" who was into sensual, sexually oriented bondage and domination. Mistress Katrina was not a pro. She neither requested nor accepted money, which allowed her to choose her partners purely for her own pleasure and also allowed her to openly state the sexual nature of the relationship without fear of running afoul of any prostitution laws. At five foot ten in her stockinged feet and a taut one hundred and forty pounds, she appeared powerful enough to hold her own with any man. John felt a little light headed from the wine and the effect of her powerful cyber presence.

He wasn't quite sure how he got started with BDSM and femdom stuff, but it touched a powerful chord within him. He had spent his entire adult life projecting an image of power, confidence and control over all around him. In court, he was the face of the establishment, the face of stern judicial retribution to all who strayed from the straight and narrow. In private, he yearned to completely let go, to release control of everything to an all powerful other person. Both this burning need to submit and his suppressed sexual urges somehow merged to form a mind highly receptive to female domination, at least the fantasy about female domination. He didn't know about the reality of it having never been actually dominated.

For many years he had fought off the urge to give reality to his fantasies by seeking out a professional dom and having a session. The thought of being caught, ridiculed and ruined suppressed the urge. Instead, he took regular trips to San Francisco to load up on femdom porn for safe, private sessions with himself. This continued until the Internet made such trips unnecessary. It was now all available free, from the privacy, safety and security of his own home.

He thought he had resolved this inner tension between his urge to live out the fantasy and his fear of being caught until he came across Mistress Katrina's website. In addition to her powerful, compelling looks, she was also a superb writer of femdom stories. She had more than fifty stories listed on the site and he had read every one of them over the last six months, some of them several times over.

Each one was a gem. Although they covered a wide spectrum of bondage and domination relationships and activities, each had at its core a culminating sexual scene between Mistress Katrina and her sub in which the Mistress bound and exposed her sub and then took her sexual pleasure with him after some very creative sexual teasing and torture. As she often said in her stories and in her commentary, her favorite thing was to bind a man into a helpless, sexually exposed position, force him to do extended pussy worship, tightly tie and tug on his genitals and then fuck him with one of her many strap-ons.

As it happened, those activities that Mistress Katrina so loved and did with such creative variety in her stories were at the very core of John's fantasies. In his masturbatory fantasies he always imagined himself helplessly tied down, perhaps tied over a bench or chair, forced to lick pussy by a powerful, demanding bitch, had his dick and balls tightly bound with cord and then was fucked in the ass by the domme (or in some variations, a female friend) with a strap-on.

He had never been ass-fucked before but for some reason, just the thought of it set him aroused him like nothing else. He had tried it with his own finger and a small dildo but somehow, since he was doing it himself instead of it being forcibly done to him by somebody else, it just wasn't the same.

Besides craving nearly identical or complimentary sexual activity, one more thing added enormous pressure to the urge to actually contact her and set up a meeting, Mistress Katrina lived nearby in Temecula, a suburb of San Diego where the judge lived and worked. The fact that she was local took the thought of meeting her out of the realm unreachable fantasy and made the possibility a real possibility.

Just the thought of a possible meeting with her set him afire with a sexual craving that quickened his pulse and breathing and caused a thin sheen of perspiration to cover his entire body. Moreover, Mistress Katrina had a link in her home page for sending her e-mail to comment on her stories or anything else for that matter. She promised to answer all "serious" messages. It was all there, laid out in front of him. He had only to act. He had resisted the urge for as long as he could. Tonight was the night. 

John started to click onto the "contact me" link when he stopped and decided that he could not write anything half way coherent until he released his sexual tension. He moved the little hand icon to "stories" and selected his favorite, "Bear Market." It never failed to get him off powerfully as the story led him down the path to the culminating scene. It was even more exciting in that the "sub" in the story was an "admirer" of Mistress Katrina's writings and contacted her through e-mail with a message that touched her enough to contact him and eventually set up a meeting. It was his very fantasy.

The climactic scene in "Bear Market" took place in Katrina's private dungeon, a converted bomb shelter built during the harrowing fifties when small children everywhere had the horror of nuclear war driven deeply into their psyche each week by "duck and cover" drills in school, and adults built private bomb shelters to survive the coming nuclear holocaust.

This shelter was very different than the usual backyard underground cubicle in that it had been sponsored and built by three farm families, with room and facilities for twenty-five people. Built of eighteen inch steel reinforced concrete slabs installed thirty feet underground, it was outfitted with everything necessary to sustain life. Katrina was intrigued by the potential of such a place when the realtor showed it to her and she immediately bought the forty acre horse farm.

In a year she had completely refurbished the space for her intended use, converting a shabby, broken down, multi-roomed anachronism into a large, open, wood paneled dungeon with a great variety of devices and toys for her "hobby." Outfitted with sophisticated video and audio equipment and lighting, no expense was spared in building the ultimate in private playrooms. She even built a small guest cottage over the bunker entrance, concealing it below a secret floor panel in a walk-in bedroom closet.

John read the first few paragraphs of the now familiar story, speed reading and then skimming the middle to get to the finale. The final scene has the other protagonist, Harold, a short, portly, middle aged stockbroker, blindfolded and led by Mistress Katrina to a set of wooden stocks. Outwardly appearing like those used by the Puritans to display and publicly humiliate "sinners," these had some special features designed by Katrina for her special purposes. Positioning his feet widely apart and moving them into the open, semi-circular holes, she closed and secured the hinged foot stocks board with its matching semi-circles around his ankles, locking his legs into their widely spread position. Whispering salaciously in his ear to bend over at the waist, Katrina described how she positioned his head in the open stocks by his hair, unlocked his wrists from behind his waist belt, placed his hands in the open stocks and closed the hinged matching board, closing and locking the hasp.

Harold's widely spread legs and bent posture thrust his ass up into the air and opened it for whatever Katrina wanted to do with it. His cock and balls hung down, swaying slightly as he quivered with excitement and fear. Katrina slid over in front of the blindfolded Harold and stepped back to admire her work. Licking her lips slowly, she undid her leather mini-skirt and halter, tossing them behind her, stepped out of her four inch heels, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her black silk panty's waistband and slowly lowered it over her fleshy hips, letting go at mid-thigh and stepping out of it as it hit the ground. The sheer black nylon stockings and black garter belt framed her naturally orange-red, tightly curled pubic hair. Her pussy's outer lips were already engorged, puffy and deep vermillion in color; they were slick and shiny with her juices.

She stepped closer to Harold, lifted his head by his thick, bushy black hair and tilted her hips forward, pushing her aroused and aromatic pussy against his lips. "You know what to do Harold," she whispered. Judge Reynold's opened his robe and lightly stroked his engorged member as he read on. In his mind's eye he was in Harold's place with the pussy of that incredibly beautiful Amazon thrust into his face and he helpless to do anything but lick, suck and obey. He imagined himself locked into those stocks, widely spread, open, helpless, at her mercy, her fist gripping his hair and pressing his face against her dripping wet gash.

The Judge slowed his strokes. He didn't want to come yet. The best part was yet to come. He took another sip of wine, letting the cool, golden liquid slide down his throat. He took a tissue from the dispenser on his desk, carefully folded it twice and placed it beside his monitor. He read on as Katrina described how she ground her cunt into Harold's face, capturing his tongue between her fingers and pressing it hard against her swollen clit until she came in wave after wave of wet, orgasmic pleasure.

When the spasms diminished, she looked down at Harold, cheeks and lips shiny from her juices and ordered him to clean her out. He eagerly went to work, probing deeply into her juicy hole and drawing out her pussy juice, licking and slurping it up, cleaning up her outer lips with long swipes of his flattened tongue.

With a final shudder of pleasure, Katrina released Harold's hair, took his blindfold off and stepped back a half step. Harold blinked, at first blinded by the light after being in the dark for so long, then looked up at the tall red headed domme, taking in the full length of her sleek, well proportioned body topped by her long, tightly curled red hair.

He looked down slowly at her proud 38D breasts, flat abdomen, generous hips and especially long, muscular, black sheathed legs; her wet, blood engorged labia was clearly visible through her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Their eyes met and she smiled, knowing she was not through with him yet.

Katrina reached down to a small side table and picked up her harness - a custom made black leather belt with a long leather strap dangling from the center and two shorter, thinner straps dangling near the ends. She cinched the belt on snugly around her waist, adjusting it so the bottom edge rested on her flared hips. She reached down between her legs and brought the long, center strap up between them.

Harold noticed a small, flesh colored, curved dildo protruding from the inside of the belt. She put the tip of the dildo against her wet hole and slowly pushed it in, exhaling with an audible "ahhh" as it seated itself deeply in her slick hole, the curved end pressed tightly against her "g-spot" on the roof of her tunnel. She inserted the metal end of the center strap into its waiting receptacle and received a satisfactory audible "click." She took one of the thinner straps and pulled it over her upper thigh, cinching it tightly to the main belt and then took the other thin strap and did the same around her other thigh.

Katrina was not quite done with the harness. The business end was still to be attached. Sticking out from her crotch was only a small metal post, about the size of a bullet. She bent down to the same side table and picked up an attache case. Opening the lid, she turned it and showed it to Harold who gasped at what he saw. In the case was a dozen dildos of every shape and size, lined up by size, each in its appointed holder.

The smallest dildo was on the left and was about the size and shape of a finger. The largest, on the far right, was an eleven inch long, three inch diameter, black monster. She smiled at Harold as she slowly ran her finger along the latex members from left to right. As she passed the middle dildo, Harold's eyes grew wider and wider. Katrina laughed at the reaction and returned to the left side, selecting the third dildo, a six inch by one and half inch "normal" sized dick, designed to give her sub pleasure, not pain.

She took the selected dildo and slid it over the metal post until she felt a click as it locked into place. The metal post locked into the dildo was also linked to the inner dildo pressed against her g-spot. Pushing and pulling on the ersatz cock moved her inner dildo in and out, up and down, pressing and rubbing her g-spot. She put her hands on her hips and posed imperiously with her jutting cock, looked down at Harold and smiled. The real fun was about to begin.

Katrina stepped up to Harold, pressed her hard, latex member against his cheek and rubbed it against his lips, smiling and laughing as she went. As Harold focused on the flesh colored member, Katrina leaned over the top of the stocks and released a catch on both sides of the stocks where it met and was supported by metal posts. She pushed down on the top of the stocks and it dropped about six inches with a loud "click." Before Harold knew what was going on, she released the catches and pushed down again, dropping it another six inches.

"What the heck . . .," Harold blurted.




The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 01



"Must be a bear market Harold, 'stocks' are going down fast," Katrina laughed as she released the catches one more time and dropped the wooden stocks another six inches. By now, Harold's head and hand stocks were about two feet above the ground and his widely spread ass was way up in the air as each drop in the stocks thrust it up further. With his ankles tightly held by the foot stocks, he could not even drop to his knees. His back was under strain but slowly adjusted to the incredibly exposed and obscene position.

Harold's cock was rock hard and his balls dangled low, swaying as he shifted his weight to reduce the strain. Katrina stepped back to enjoy the sight. She was aroused by his helpless, exposed position and she heightened her arousal by slowly pumping her jutting dick in and out, moving her inner dildo in and out in unison, rubbing her wonderfully sensitive g-spot. A couple of more pumps and she would cream - not yet, not yet. I want his cherry ass, Katrina thought.

As the judge reached this familiar part of the story, he reached inside his desk drawer and pulled out what looked like a shoelace. It was actually an elastic, bungee cord type shoestring with a loop and slip knot already tied. As he continued to read, he looped the cord over his nuts, slid the knot home and tightly wound them with a half dozen turns, leaving a short "tail" for him to hold.

As the story continued, Katrina picked up a coil of leather cord from the table and walked around behind Harold as he shook with anticipation. She ran her hands over his flanks, kneading the flesh between her thumbs and forefingers, running her thumbs down the inside of his widely stretched crack, brushing the edges of his pinkish red anus. She reached down and slid her hands lightly over his cock and balls as they dangled and swayed with her touch.

"I have to do something about this Harold. Can't have that evil thing hanging free. I want to keep your cock nice and hard. I have plans for it."

With that last comment, she stepped back and tied a small loop and slip knot in one end of the leather cord. She tested the knot, moving it up and down, opening and closing the loop. Satisfied, she knelt down behind Harold's spread legs and slipped the loop over his cock and balls. She pulled steadily, closing the loop, until the front of the loop pressed against the front base of his engorged dick and the back of the loop and slip knot pressed against the bottom of his scrotum where it met the perineum.

Holding the cord straight in one hand, she pushed down hard on the slip knot with her other hand, tightening the noose, digging the cord painfully into the base of his cock and scrotum, pressing down on his prostate gland. Along with the pain, Harold felt a tingle of pleasure from the pressure on his genitals and the mental picture of what she was about to do to him.

With the loop tightly around his cock and balls, she ran another complete loop around them before grasping his balls with one hand and pulling them down. She took a tight turn with the leather cord around the top of his scrotum, squeezing his balls down. She took another tight turn above the first and then another and then successively up, laying one turn alongside the previous one until she had just enough cord to tie it off with half hitches through the original loop.

The result was striking. At the bottom of his scrotal sack, his balls bulged out tightly against the sack, turning first red, then purplish in color. His bulging balls looked like a single, juicy plum. Above them were the thin cords of black leather, placed so closely together that it looked like one wide solid leather strap squeezing the scrotum above his balls to the thickness of a fountain pen. His dick was red and so hard that its veins were bulging out along the shaft and it quivered with his rapid pulse as it protruded straight out.

She ran her fingertips lightly over his tightly squeezed balls causing an involuntary shudder of pleasure to ripple through Harold's groin. Katrina stood up slowly, drawing her fingertips lightly up his perineum and deeply in the crack of his stretched ass cheeks, circling the rim of his puckered anus with her middle finger. She picked up a warmed, plastic squeeze bottle of mineral oil, cupped her right hand under his ass crack and squeezed a generation portion into her upturned fingers.

She brought the pooled oil up and smeared it deeply in his crack, pushing some into his anus with her middle finger. Harold shuddered again at the first feel of the warm oil sliding along his crack, trembling with arousal at the sensuous feel of the hot, slippery, viscous liquid.

Judge Reynolds slid his left hand over his hardened shaft and tugged slightly on the tail end of the cord wound tightly around his nut sack. He paced himself, building the tension within him as he read about Harold's anal invasion; in his mind's eye, putting himself in Harold's place, helplessly exposed in those stocks and violated by the Amazonian Mistress Katrina. He could feel the tingling deep in his groin, a warning signal that he was about to come. He slowed and lightened his strokes and read on.

Mistress Katrina took another cupped hand full of the oil and coated her jutting member with it, sliding her hand up and down, turning and twisting her palm to evenly cover the entire shaft. She cupped her hand under his anus and squeezed more oil onto her finger tips, sliding her thoroughly coated middle finger into his anal hole, pushing steadily against the resistence.

Her finger slipped in up to the first knuckle accompanied by a groan of pleasure from Harold as the very first object passed through his virgin asshole in the "wrong" direction. Katrina waited until Harold's sphincter relaxed a bit to accommodate the strange invader before she pushed her finger in deeper, stopping at the second knuckle. Harold's ass pushed back to meet the invading finger as his urge to be fucked nearly overwhelmed him. Katrina smiled in knowing appreciation of his need - she had seen it many times before.

The judge's heart rate and breathing increased as he read of the penetration. He could feel the heat radiating from his face as he flushed with sexual tension. Precum oozed from his cock, coating the sensitive head with clear, slippery fluid. Harold was gone from the picture now. In his imagined fantasy, he, John Reynolds, was there, head and hands in stocks, legs widely spread, held in place, being greased and penetrated by the tall, impossibly sexy, red-haired beauty. His belly heaved and flabby chest jiggled as the pace of his strokes quickened.

Katrina finished the penetration with her middle finger, pressing it all of the way in until her palm was pressed flat against the inner walls of his crack, last knuckle pressed hard against his anus. Harold's legs trembled. Sweat poured from his face and ran in thin rivulets down his fleshy cheeks and jowls, pooling on the wooden floor below.

Harold pushed back to meet the invading finger as Katrina started to rhythmically circle and stroke her finger in his stretched rectum, the light slap of her oil coated palm against his ass cheeks audible with each downward stroke. She continued the circular finger reaming of his ass until his rectal walls were completely coated and slick with the oil.

She then slowly added her ring finger to the penetrating middle digit, sliding it alongside and pressing it in and through the gripping sphincter. Harold groaned loudly in response, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure as his asshole stretched to accommodate the new finger.

Katrina felt Harold's warm, slick, rectal walls hug and squeeze her fingers as she plunged them in, his anal sphincter gripping her fingertips tightly on each outward stroke, not letting them out. She plunged her fingers in and out in a steady, piston-like fashion, spreading her two penetrating fingers slightly to stretch him out further.

She rotated her fingers a quarter turn, in corkscrew motion, with each downward stroke, to stretch his tight hole equally. Harold dick was rock hard, his ass pushed back to meet each downward stroke in frenzied glee. Katrina knew even the slightest touch of Harolds's dick would cause him to explode in orgasm. She stayed clear of his member until the moment was right.

She slowed her pumping motion and gradually withdrew her fingers on the last outward stroke, pulling her fingertips out through his tightly gripping sphincter until they broke free of the hole and exited with an audible, wet sounding "plop."

She edged a bit closer to him and then brought her stiff, latex member up to his crack, holding the base with her left hand and using her right to guide the tip to his oil oozing asshole. She steadily pressed her hips forward, pushing the head of her "dick" into his anus, past his already stretched sphincter muscle. It slid in easily as Harold relaxed his asshole to meet and accept it. He even pushed back to meet it, greedily sucking it in, filling himself, satisfying his overwhelming need at this moment to be thoroughly fucked.

Judge Reynolds could almost feel Katrina's thick member plunging into his own entrails as his vivid imagination filled in the details of sight, sound, smell and feel. In almost every respect, he was there, bent over, being taken up the ass by the magnificent Mistress Katrina. He could feel the small contractions deep in his prostrate gland as he reached the point of no return. He was going to come and nothing could stop it at this point. He read on.

Mistress Katrina continued her slow, steady penetration of Harold's ass as her slick member slid in easily along his oiled rectal walls. Harold was trembling all over, quivering as he hovered on the precipice of a massive, orgasmic explosion. She continued in until the leather flap of her harness was pressing against the inner walls of his widely stretched crack. She was in him, to the hilt. She pressed her smooth, stockinged legs against the backs of his thighs and leaned over until her hard, pointed nipples pressed into his back.

She reached around with both hands and gripped his nipples hard with her thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and twisting them as she pushed him to an ever higher sexual peak. She pulled her hips back slightly, withdrawing about two inches of penetrating shaft from his rectum and quickly slid it home again. She repeated this motion as she continued to tweak his nipples.

Harold was completely incoherent as he groaned and grunted with each thrust by Katrina, his rational mind completely gone, overcome, overwhelmed by the complete submission of his body and a degree of sexual arousal that no words could describe. His eyes were rolled back, only a sliver of brown pupil visible below his upper eyelid on his bulging, white orbs.

His entire self was reduced to the maddening, throbbing, trembles, shakes and shivers that ran through him, creating a total white out of sensory overload in his brain. With each plunge into his ass, he felt himself being pushed to the edge of sexual ecstasy.

Mistress Katrina quickened her pace, plunging her dick in and out of his stretched asshole, increasing the length of each stroke until she was pulling it nearly all of the way out before ramming it home. Katrina herself was right on the edge of orgasmic explosion as her inner dildo rubbed, pushed and slid alongside of her g-spot, raising her to the top of her own mountain.

As aroused as she was, Katrina still stayed in complete control of the scene, deciding upon the exact moment when each of them would come. That moment had arrived. Keeping her right hand gripping his nipple, she brought her left hand down to her own groin, found the small, flat switch on her harness flap and flicked it on, starting a powerful vibrator positioned directly on her incredibly swollen clit. Just before the first massive convulsion of orgasmic explosion hit, she slid her left hand down under their merged legs, gripped his over-swollen dick and stroked it once, sliding her oil slicked hand down his shaft. It was all he needed to send him over the edge.

They both screamed in simultaneous orgasmic ecstacy, she plunging her dick as deeply into him as she could go, thereby plunging her own inner dildo home, tripping some sort of pleasure switch that convulsed her mind along with her body. Pussy juice oozed out of the sides of her harness flap as she ejaculated a thin, oily liquid in spurts in response to massive spasms deep within her. Harold screamed in what could be mistaken for incredible e agony if not for the spurts of thick jism shooting from his spasming dick as each contraction deep in his groin swelled his shaft against Katrina's gripping hand.

Judge Reynolds exploded along with them in anonymous obedience to Mistress Katrina's signal for all to come together in one massive orgasm. He tugged hard on his tightly bound ball sack as powerful orgasmic contractions shot strands of thick, white sperm up onto his heaving belly. His whole body was frozen for an instant in a kind of sexual rigamortis with only his gripping hand moving in a pistoning blur around his throbbing dick. It always happened that way when John read this story. That's why it was his favorite. It was so real, so exciting, he felt almost as if he were there, having his fantasy fulfilled. The idea of it being done by Mistress Katrina made it especially compelling.

As his breathing returned to normal and as he mopped up his cum with the neatly folded tissue, he knew what he had to do. As much as he enjoyed the stories and obtained sexual pleasure vicariously through her exploits, he knew, deep down, that it just wasn't enough. Each time he read Katrina's stories, he was brought one step closer to the precipice of actual contact. He knew that he had now fallen over that edge. It was now a biological need, like breathing. He had to meet her. He had to submit to her. She had to take him in the way they both loved. He had to feel those warm pointed nipples of hers pressed into his own back as she drove him to unknown heights - places he had never been, even in his imagination.

He took several sips of wine, more gulps than his usual sips really, clicked on the "contact" menu choice on Mistress Katrina's home page and wrote a long letter to her describing his admiration for her, as a person and as a writer, the effect her writings have had on him and his own sexual fantasies, in great detail.

He named "Bear Market" as his favorite story and explained why it was so. He expressed his deeply held feeling that because their sexual turn-ons were so closely aligned, that he would be a perfect sub for her and she a perfect domme for him. Together, he wrote, they could scale sexual heights beyond even the fantastic peaks she had reached with Harold, who, unfortunately as she noted at the end of her story, was no longer available to her.

He described his own education and background, carefully avoiding any detail that would identify him and expressed his opinion that she also must be similarly well educated to have written so many great stories so well. He implored her to please contact him to at least see if she might feel the same way and explained that although he knew she wasn't a pro and didn't want to insult her with an offer of money, he was well off and would be happy to cover any "cost" associated with their meeting.

He read over his letter several times, editing, correcting, perfecting. As an experienced attorney and long time judge who wrote numerous case opinions and prided himself on his writing, Judge Reynolds wrote extremely well, expressing himself clearly and powerfully. At last he was satisfied with this most important message, took a deep breath and clicked the "send" icon. The message was away. He had crossed the Rubicon. Somehow, he knew his life would never be the same again. He was right, but he could not have guessed how different that life change was going to be.

End of Part 1



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 02



Copyright 2008. All rights reserved.

This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author.

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The e-mail message was there waiting for him on Wednesday evening. A single line of white text on a cool blue background.

"Call me tonight at exactly 11 P.M.. Kat"

It hit him with the force of a punch in the solar plexis. Judge Reynolds was stunned, breathless and light headed. He could feel the perspiration rolling down his armpits and along the side of his ribs. His face was hot, flushed with blood. His hair was suddenly damp with sweat. He stared at the single white line, not quite believing what he saw.

It's her! She really answered me. It's not a dream or a fantasy. Her fingers typed those letters after reading my message. She wants to meet me! Oh God, what do I do? What do I say to her when I call?

The judge continued to stare at his screen, lost in thought. In his mind's eye he imagined her, sitting in front of her computer, reading his message, glowing green eyes moving back and forth across the text, a slight smile spreading across her lips. She was dressed in full black leather regalia, mounds of tightly curled red hair resting on her shoulders. Her neatly manicured blood red tipped fingers resting on the keyboard, then stroking the keys to send her message. A click of the mouse and her words, her words, were sent directly to him.

His mind raced: She said "exactly 11 P.M." I better get ready. It's after nine o'clock already. What will her voice sound like? C'mon, get control of yourself. Take a deep breath.

Judge Reynolds glanced down at his gold Rolex. He was an absolute stickler for time in his court and kept his watch accurate to the second. He was sure his watch was right but he checked his radio signal controlled clock in his bedroom to make sure. His watch was exactly right. It was nine oh six. He had almost two hours to kill before the appointed time. He took another sip of wine, set the glass down and opened his silk robe up to let in some air. He flapped the ends a few times to push a breeze across his sweat covered torso. It felt cool as it rushed by, in contrast to the heat still radiating from his face and neck.

He went immediately to Katrina's website. Her striking image suddenly filled the screen causing the tense jurist to gasp. He was breathing heavily again as he slowly looked her over from the top of her curly red mane to the tips of her shiny black boots.

He stared at her red tipped fingers, again imagining them on a keyboard typing those words to him and then the mental image instantly shifted to those same fingers looping a black leather cord around his cock and balls and slowly strangling them.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't seem to quite catch his breath, sucking in great quantities of air as his round belly and sunken chest rose and fell in rapid succession. His lips were cracked and dry as the rushing air snatched away all moisture.

He took a few more sips of wine to steady his nerves and wet his lips as he continued to stare at her image. The judge slowly worked his way through her website, exploring sections that he had barely noted before in his single minded quest for hot stories.

Her biography was brief - A runaway from Minnesota at fifteen, she worked a variety of odd jobs for a few years while getting her equivalency degree. She was introduced to B&D by a boyfriend in her late teens and then attended college and grad school. Now, at the age of twenty-nine, she was a business executive with a very special "hobby." She liked dominating older men and was especially turned on when the man was himself well educated and powerful in his public life.

He read through some of her non-fiction pieces - mainly thoughts and opinions about various aspects of the scene. He especially liked her piece on "anal play." She got off on penetrating her sub with slow, deep thrusts and liked controlling every part of the action.

She liked her men open, wide open, for her pleasure and rendered helpless not only by her bondage but by their own sexual cravings. Unlike many dommes, she was not into orgasm denial. She liked to tease and arouse but she thought the power transfer and domination was more complete when she controlled every aspect of the sub's arousal including the exact time and method by which he came.

In fact, she loved the howl of pleasure and powerful muscular contractions that she created with her own nimble fingers and a few "toys." More than that, she enjoyed that brief, exquisite moment when she had driven her charge to the very edge of sexual insanity; that wonderful, pregnant pause, just before she tripped the release that sent them him off zooming into the stratosphere. It was at this brief moment, as the sub hung on the precipice, that she believed absolute power was hers.

It was now ten thirty - just a half hour more to go. The judge pulled out a yellow legal pad and started making notes on what he would say. He knew that everything depended on just a brief few words of conversation. He wanted to make sure that he got it right. John sensed he would not get a second chance.

Fourteen minutes remained before the appointed hour. Judge Reynolds went over his notes. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. There was a rushing sound in his ears, a kind of buzz as the pulse of his carotid artery flicked at the side of his throat like a forefinger poking him to get his attention. Despite the open robe, he was soaked.

Perspiration ran off the curves of his jiggly chest, down the sides of the roll of fat around his expansive middle and collected in a pool in the crack where his fleshy thighs met his groin. He pulled a few tissues from the dispenser on his desk and wiped away the sweat on his brow and eyelids. He took a few more deep breaths, trying to regain a normal rate of respiration. He took another sip of wine, then stopped himself before gulping the rest of it down.

Need to be clear headed. Can't be slurring my words, sounding like some low life drunk. I can drink all of the wine I want to later, but for now, lay off.

With five minutes left to go, he went to the bathroom to relieve himself. He was so nervous, he could only coax a slight trickle out of his shrunken member, despite the annoying feeling of a full bladder. After he had flicked off the last few drops of urine, he closed his robe, washed his hands and then downed a cup of water. He refilled the cup and brought it back with him to his desk to ensure his throat and lips stayed moist. A minute and twelve seconds remained.

He brought up her home page photo again, looked into those green eyes and locked onto them, reached for his telephone receiver, picked it up from its cradle and began dialing. He punched in the number slowly, carefully, to avoid a mistake and to use up the last twenty seconds remaining. With exactly three seconds remaining, he punched in the last digit, put the phone to his ear, adjusted his yellow pad and waited for the first ring.

The first two rings seemed to take an eternity. His heart started to sink, thinking the message to him was a joke, when he heard the slight "click" in the middle of the third ring.

The clear, female voice, "hello," startled him. There was a moment of silence as the lady receiving the call waited for a response and John fought to get control over his mouth and tongue so he could utter his planned response.

"Hehh . . . hehhl . . . hello," John finally blurted out with tightened throat and dry lips.

"This is John. I am calling for Mistress Katrina," John read out his prepared opening sentence, carefully enunciating each syllable.

"You have reached her. Hello John."

"Hello Mistress Katrina," John was careful to use her full title to avoid offending her.

"Thank you for responding to my letter; . . . and asking me to call. You don't know what this means to me," John blurted out nervously, departing from his prepared lines.

"I didn't ask you to do anything John. I never ask. I told you to call and you did so - and promptly I might add. I like that." Tell me John, do you really think that you can take what I give?"

"Oh yes Mistress," I know I can, I mean . . . I would love to serve you." I will do anything . . . anything to be with you," John gushed as he ignored his prepared text, forgotten in the excitement of talking to her.

"I don't just use a finger John. You know that don't you? And you are a virgin back there. At least you claim to be." What makes you think you can take it?

"Oh Mistress Katrina, I know I can. I have dreamed about it, fantasized about it for so long . . . especially from you, . . . I know I can and I know that it will be the greatest experience ever."

John stopped himself, realizing he was talking about his own pleasure, and quickly added, " And I know I will be a perfect slave for you and give you the greatest pleasure. I can be like Harold for you but I will never leave you."

"You know that I don't use 'safe words', don't you John."

"Yes Mistress, I do."

"And you will willingly submit to whatever I want to do to you?"

"Oh yes Mistress, anything, anything."

"You'll take my giant dick up your ass and won't complain?"

"Oh yes Mistress, It would be an honor to serve you."

"You are quite a slut, aren't you John."

"Oh yes Mistress, I am."

"Say it John, say it . . . 'I Am A Slut."

"I am a Slut."

There was a long silence. For a terrible moment John thought he had been disconnected.

"Say it again John. This time with feeling."

"I Am a Slut!"

There was another long pause. The Judge could picture her holding the telephone; red tipped fingers curled around the receiver.

"And what do you want me to do to you John?"

"I . . . I waa . . . I want you to, . . . you know, take me, . . . uhh, you know, from behind.

John heard a muffled laugh and his already flushed and sweating face burned in shame.

"You mean Fuck You, don't you John?"

"Ye . . . Yes Mistress Katrina."

"And where do you want me to Fuck You, John? Where? Do you want my cock up your ass?"

"Ye . . . Ye . . .Yes Mistress Katrina."

"Say it John. Say it! Tell me exactly what you want."

"I waa . . .I want you to fuck me in the ass," he murmured in a half whisper.

"What's that John? I can't hear you. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, and this time do it with feeling!"

"I want you to Fuck Me in the Ass!" John carefully enunciated each syllable with emphasis on the important verb and objects.

There was another long pause.

"Why thank you for asking John. It would be my pleasure."

John felt a flutter of excitement in his belly. He was still slightly in shock and could barely understand the words in his ear as she continued.

" You will receive instructions by e-mail. Follow them exactly. Any deviation from my instructions and you will be holding your hot little dick in your own hand because you will never see me. Do you understand me, John?!" she said slowly, enunciating each syllable for emphasis.

"Yes Mistress Katrina, I understand you completely. I will obey your instructions to the letter. And . . . and . . . Thank you Mistress for this opportunity.

Judge Reynolds heard the "click" of the call being disconnected. There was silence for a few moments, and then just the dial tone. It was as though he was waking from an incredibly realistic dream. He wasn't really sure it had all happened. Did he really talk to her? Did she really accept him to serve her and say she would contact him with instructions?

He shook his head slowly from side to side, trying to clear the cobwebs. He reached over for his glass of wine and took a deep gulp, letting the cool, tart liquid coat his throat. He felt the impact of the alcohol almost immediately as it hit his stomach with a warm, almost burning feeling in his gut. He glanced down at his watch. It was eleven oh six. The entire conversation took only six minutes, even less than that since he hung up a while ago.

Somehow, John knew his life had changed, as though he was now on the other side of a great divide that separated his prior life from this new one. He would get up in the morning, dress, commute, take his appointed place on the bench and listen to the lawyers drone on.

He would look the same to the world on the outside. But he knew that inside he had fundamentally changed. A long suppressed creature had burst out of its confines. It was spreading its wings and he felt positively giddy about it. It had taken so much energy to keep it locked up all of these years. He felt free, or at least freer than he could ever remember feeling before.

Six minutes, . . . six minutes and his life had changed. He knew it would never be the same again. He did not know what that meant.

End of Part 2 



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 03



Copyright 2008 All rights reserved.

This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author.

*

It had been an entire week since the "conversation," and he had heard nothing since. As he drove home that next Wednesday evening, he again replayed the conversation in his mind. Was it all just a hoax, a cruel joke, a dream or some kind of self-hypnotic delusion. With each passing day, his heart sunk lower and lower as each day, he logged onto his e-mail and found only the usual junk. Nothing from her. No instructions, . . . no commands, . . . nothing. He almost didn't want to even check this time. The despair built with each disappointment.

He followed his usual routine - dinner, change, silk robe, glass of wine, and finally, settled into the thick, comfortable, black leather chair in his office. He turned on his computer, logged onto his "blue" account, clicked on the mail icon, entered his password and, after a slight pause, three items came up. The first two were the usual triple x spam come-ons, the last was from "KatsKradle.."

Ohmygoddd, its her, its really her. The instructions, the instructions, this must be it.

He double-clicked on the item and immediately his screen was filled with white text on a light blue background. It was three pages of incredibly detailed instructions. He read through it slowly, occasionally gasping as the full impact of her instructions hit him. It included not only instructions for him to follow but a detailed description of what he could expect at each point in the process of meeting her, and it was an involved process. The instructions are silent however on what will happen after they meet.

He has three days to get ready. Sunday morning at ten o'clock, the fantasy starts to become a reality. The first step begins.

He read through the three page missive a second time, and then a third, occasionally drifting off into his favorite fantasy with Katrina. He printed it out, returned to the kitchen to refill his glass, came back, pulled the sheets from the printer and settled back down in his chair, sipping as he read the remarkable document a fourth time. He read it twice more before retiring for the night, exhausted but exhilarated. It was really going to happen.

Sunday finally arrived. He rose earlier than usual that morning, cleaned himself thoroughly according to the Instructions, dressed as instructed in a loose fitting running suit with no undergarments, and tennis shoes with no socks.

He carefully shaved, trimmed and filed his nails, removed his ever present wrist watch, made one final trip to the commode to relieve himself of a few drops of nervous urine, took a last look at himself in the mirror, grabbed his car keys and wallet and walked out into a bright, sunny day. He slipped into his silver Mercedes, started the engine, put it in gear, backed slowly out of his driveway, shifted gear and then smoothly accelerated.

He had the strange sense that he was actually in a dream. Every once in a while, he touched his hand to his pant leg and rubbed it as if to convince himself that this was real. He was incredibly nervous. Perspiration collected under his armpits despite the heavy dose of deodorant.

He drove very deliberately, carefully staying five miles under the speed limit, stopping completely at stop signs and signaling for every turn. He had a half hour to get to the rendezvous which was no more than ten minutes away. He had plenty of time. John took a few deep breaths to try to calm himself and popped a small mint in his mouth, hoping this didn't violate the "no solid foods in the last twenty four hours" instruction.

The judge turned into the shopping mall parking lot and headed for the designated section. More than an hour before the mall was due to open, the lot was nearly deserted with only the few cars of early arriving employees present. He slid the large Mercedes into the spot nearest the "Section G-3" sign on the light pole, turned off the engine, removed the key from the ignition and waited.

He watched the second hand on his old style car clock sweep through its cycle, the thin, needle-like hand moving at what seemed an excruciatingly slow pace. He thought through his instructions again. He knew them by heart now after so many readings. If nothing else, Judge Reynolds was always prepared. At first, he didn't hear the sound of the white van pulling into the spot three parking spots over. Instead, he saw a brief flash of white in his peripheral vision moving to his left. He turned to look at it and then heard its engine. It was five minutes to ten.

He waited two minutes and then, at exactly three minutes to the hour, got out of his car, locked it with his remote control, and walked on shaky legs the few steps necessary to stand at the light pole, facing the van.

The judge was breathing heavily now, heart pounding in his chest as he tried to steady himself on the pole and look nonchalant. He saw movement on the van's driver's side as the driver's door opened. He jumped slightly as the door slammed shut.

In a moment, he saw the girl. The instructions said she would be short and sleight of build but he had not expected her to be so small. She looked like a child, perhaps four foot eight or nine, maybe eighty pounds soaking wet. The simple short, bowl shaped cut of her black hair gave her the look of a junior high school student but for the shapely figure and confident walk. She was obviously Asian, not Chinese, more Southeast Asian in look, but he could not narrow down the nationality any further than that. 

He knew she had to be Mistress Katrina's assistant, Marisa, but he suppressed the nervous urge to make eye contact and greet her, instead following his instructions and remaining silent.

"Hey mister, do you have the time," she said quietly as she approached him.

"I always have the time for Mistress Katrina," the judge replied in accordance with his instructions.

Without saying a further word, she gestured in the direction of her van with her right hand and gave a short nod of the head. John understood the gesture completely and walked towards the rear doors of the van.

As he got closer to the vehicle he saw it was an ordinary looking, white panel van with no windows in the cargo compartment. He stopped in front of the rear doors and waited for Marisa who was right behind him. He moved aside to allow her to open the rear doors which she did without delay. Per the instructions, he stepped up into the cargo area without further prompting, taking two steps in and then lowering himself to his knees facing away from the rear doors. Marisa stepped in right behind and closed the rear doors.

It was completely black when she closed the doors. A heavy black curtain separated the driver's cab from the cargo bay, allowing no light to penetrate. Marisa turned on a small cabin light in the overhead. The judge continued to stare straight ahead, obeying his instructions to look neither left nor right. He felt Marisa standing behind him reach down and around his front and unzip his running suit jacket. The sound of the zipper echoed off the metal walls of the van.

She removed the jacket, pulling it straight off his back, turning the sleeves inside out. He then felt her buckle a leather belt around his mid-section, above his prominent belly. She cinched it tightly but not tight enough to interfere with his breathing.

She firmly pulled his right arm behind his back and cuffed it with a standard stainless steel handcuff, ratcheting the ring tightly around his wrist. In what seemed a single, swift movement, she pulled his other arm behind him and cuffed it. She then clipped the short chain connecting the metal cuffs to a d-ring in the back of the leather belt cinched around his middle.

She stopped, stood up and took several deep breaths. John continued to cooperate completely in this procedure, knowing and anticipating every step from his instructions.

Okay, I've crossed the point of no return. She has me and will deliver me to Mistress Katrina. Even if I wanted to back out, it's too late now. Not that I want to back out. It feels so good to surrender myself completely and the best is yet to come.

Marisa slipped a small rubber ball gag in his mouth and buckled its strap tightly behind his head. It had a small hole through it to allow him to breath if his nose became clogged. With light pressure under his armpit, she motioned for him to stand up. John rose on shaky legs, nearly losing his balance with his arms pinioned behind him.

Marisa helped to support him until he was steady and then she reached down beside her and opened the lid of a long container running along the left side of the cargo area. Heavily padded on the inside, it was about seven feet long and shaped like a coffin.

Without hesitating, John stepped into the box, sank to his knees, maneuvered his legs in the tight space to seat himself on his butt, lay down completely in the box and then rolled over on his side. Marisa quickly attached leg irons to his ankles, two metal ankle cuffs separated by a short steel bar. She stuffed foam rubber pads around his legs and torso, isolating his body from the sides of the box and closed the lid, sliding the locking bolt shut.

It was completely black inside the box. Between the bonds and the padding, he was completely unable to move. Although he could breath alright, he did not know how long that would continue to be true. Despite his foreknowledge that he would be placed in this position, the reality of it was different from the words on paper. The judge was scared and starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing.

Good God, what have I done. Am I crazy or something. What the hell do I really know about these people. Maybe they're murderers who lure their victims with the internet. They could bury me alive in this thing and I couldn't lift a finger to save myself. I can't believe I did this for a sexual thrill. I sure hope this is on the level, because if it's not, I'm dead.

He could faintly hear the rear doors slam shut as Marisa exited the cargo area, walked forward to the truck's cab, opened the driver's door, stepped up and dropped herself in the seat. She started the engine, put the transmission in gear and smoothly pulled away across the nearly empty parking lot. She made a series of turns, left, left again, right, left, right, right again, around the parking lot to make it impossible for her passenger to determine the direction she took when she finally left the mall lot.

She drove carefully through the light Sunday street traffic for fifteen minutes, again making seemingly random turns to confuse her passenger's sense of direction. When she was satisfied that nobody locked in a box could keep track of the many direction changes, she turned onto the highway and smoothly accelerated up to speed. She pulled her cell phone out from the console storage compartment, opened the lid and punched in the phone number.

"I have him Kat. Everything went smoothly. He didn't make a peep or any fuss, even when I lowered the lid. Oh, by the way, you were right, it is him. I didn't recognize him at first in that goofy running suit, but it was him. A little grayer and heavier but there is no mistaking that face. I should be there in about thirty minutes. I'm creaming my pants just thinking about what you have planned for him. See you soon love. Ciao."

The sweat pored off Judge Reynolds, burning his eyes. With his arms pinioned behind him, he could not even wipe the sweat away with his shoulder. He had to just endure it. His left arm was numb from lying on it as he wiggled and fidgeted to get his weight off of his arm and onto some other part of his body.

He turned over a little to bear some of the weight on his shoulder but this forced his face down into the padding making breathing through the ball gag more difficult. He decided a numb, dead arm was better than a numb, dead body so he turned back to his original position on his left side.

He fought the almost overwhelming urge to panic and tested the bondage slowly, moving arms and legs slightly but quickly was convinced that he could not escape. He knew that in his present position he could not break out or even make much noise, particularly with the thick padding isolating him from the sides of the box. He concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths, one after the other, and tried to focus on the image of Mistress Katrina that was burned into his mind.

The van made good time on the open highway, exiting after a steady twenty minute ride. Two right turns later it was headed up a mountain pass that, after several more turns, took them to the entrance to Katrina's private road. There was no sign or other indication that a road existed there as the single lane entrance was hidden by thick vines and brush that entirely covered the electric gate guarding it. An innocent passerby would have no idea that the road existed.

The compound itself was not visible from the public road, its low slung building lying more than a half mile away, up a short rise and down around the other side of the small hill. Marisa punched the numerical code into her remote control and the thick wall of vines and bushes parted to reveal a well maintained dirt road. She turned the van sharply up and to the right fifty yards down from the entrance and then disappeared, no longer visible from the public road. The gates closed automatically.

Marisa put the van in low gear and gunned the engine. The video camera and motion sensor noted the van's passage and alerted the Mistress of the horse farm with several short, sharp beeps.

Mistress Katrina checked the closed circuit monitor when she heard the announcing beeps and saw the van climb through the dust up the dry, dirt road. She checked her appearance in the full length, three sided mirror, turning to see every angle. She liked what she saw.

The soft black leather stood out in stark contrast to her creamy white skin. The shiny halter top accentuated her firm, all natural, 38D breasts. The mini skirt barely covered the elastic straps of her garter belt as it hugged every curve of her shapely thighs and hips. The custom made extra sheer, black nylon stockings clung to every little turn and hollow of her incredibly muscular legs. She had the legs of a dancer; sleek, powerful, yet gracefully curved, her taut muscles were accentuated further by the four inch heels of her open toed sandels.

The mounds of her tightly curled, flaming orange-red hair and glowing green eyes stood out in marked contrast to the black and white tableau of outfit and skin. The entire look was finished by blood red lipstick with matching nail polish on fingers and toes. She looked like a man's worst nightmare, or most fantastically sexy wet dream, depending upon his sexual predilections.

The van roared up the hill and back down, Marisa could barely contain her own excitement. She swung past the main house and continued down a small service road about fifty yards to the small guest cottage. She turned off the service road and swung around behind the cottage, stopping about ten yards short of a paved driveway that led to an attached single car garage.

She picked up her remote and punched in the access code. Instead of the garage door rolling up as one would normally expect, the paved driveway slowly lowered like a ramp to a large underground storage area adjacent to the converted bomb shelter. Originally designed to be used by forklifts loading large amounts of palletized survival supplies, it was now used as a hidden garage reception area for Mistress Katrina's very special guests.

The van slowly rolled down the ramp and came to a stop in front of a painted white line. Marisa turned the engine off and took a couple of deep breaths before exiting the cab. Everything had gone perfectly according to plan. Katrina sure had this down to a science, Marisa thought as she stepped down from the driver's seat to the concrete floor.

The Judge felt every turn and bump in the road, recognized the change from the smooth asphalt of the public road to the uneven contours of the private dirt road. He was completely drenched in sweat. His running suit trousers clung to him like Saran Wrap. His hair was wet and matted. He keep his eyes closed to protect them as best he could from his own salty sweat.

His left arm and leg were numb from lack of blood circulation caused by his own weight on vascular pressure points. The numbness was something of a blessing since he could not feel the pain from the raw, deep red welt on his left wrist caused by the metal cuff. He had finally managed to get his panic and breathing under control, simply surrendering himself to the situation. He felt a door closing on his prior life and just hoped that another door would be opening; that this was not the end of everything.

He heard the engine click off and was gripped by the sudden stillness. It was absolutely quiet, except for the sound of his heart pounding against his chest and the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. Whatever was going to happen to him, was going to happen shortly. He would soon know his fate.

He rolled over a bit to reduce the weight on his left arm and tried to move it some to get some blood circulating through it. With the truck still, he was able to strike a balance between nearly suffocating in the padding and getting some circulation back in his arm. He knew that if this went bad and it was a set up for murder, he would need the use of both arms and legs if he was going to have any chance at all of escaping. He just started to feel a slight warmth in his left arm when he heard the driver's door slam shut followed a few moments later by the sound of the rear doors opening.

His mind raced: "Okay, okay, stay calm, stay calm . . . stay alert, watch for your chance if it looks like anything really dangerous . Arm is killing me . . . feels like a thousand needles being stuck in me. Can't breath much like this . . . Open the box . . . Please Open the Motherfucking Box! Get me outta here! Please! . . . Oh God, Please! Get me Outta Here!"

End of Pt. 3



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 04



Copyright 2008. All rights reserved.

This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. 

*

The rear cargo doors squeaked as they swung open. He felt the van bounce slightly as Marisa stepped up into the cargo bay. He listened carefully but heard nothing for several seconds. His heart was in his throat as he waited for the next sound. Would he even hear another sound or was he going to be shot right through the box and tossed into some ravine for the coyotes to eat.

He nearly jumped out of his skin at the loud "Crack" of the lid's locking bolt being thrown. Suddenly, the lid was open and he felt the rush of fresh air hit him. He felt a shiver go through him as suddenly he was cold, the blast of fresh air hitting his sweat soaked torso.

Although his eyes were still closed, he sensed light. He tried to open his eyes but his blink reflex would not allow it with pools of sweat still sitting in his eye sockets. He moaned through the ball gag, the sharp stabs in his left arm killing him as feeling in it continued to return. He shook his head to clear the sweat from his eyes and started to turn to get himself face up.

"Just lay still John, listen carefully and obey immediately. You will be out of the box shortly. You know what to expect next. Follow the routine to the letter or there will be terrible punishment. Now, pull your knees back so I can get to your leg irons."

Marisa was all business as she unlocked and removed his leg irons, replacing them with thick, leather ankle cuffs separated by an eighteen inch chain. She grabbed him under the armpits and told him to sit up, helping his weak effort by leaning back, pulling him up with surprising strength. She quickly fitted a black rubber blindfold over his eyes, tightening it in back with straps through a buckle like swimming goggles.

"Okay John, now the fun part - getting you out of the box. You are going to lean your head and upper chest out of the box, get your feet under you as best you can, fall forward out of the box and roll over. I have a pad down on the floor of the cab and will help guide you out. Now, Move It!"

Judge Reynolds obeyed immediately, wanting like hell to get out of that coffin-like box just as quickly as he could before she changed her mind. He leaned over, scrambled to get his legs under him, thrust himself up and over the edge of the box and then ducked his head to absorb the force of the fall with his shoulder. As she had said, there was a thick pad on the floor to absorb most of the force. He was out and sprawled on the pad in a moment.

"Okay John, we are half way home. Now, to get yourself out of the van, lift yourself up off the pad while on your back, use your hands to lift yourself and crab walk yourself towards the exit with your feet. I'll guide you."

The Judge pushed down hard with his bound hands and managed to get his ass up off the pad. His left arm was still weak and tingling but he wanted out of the van so badly that he compensated sufficiently with his right hand to accomplish the task. Slowly, with short, crab-like steps, he moved towards the open rear doors. He collapsed a few times, but after each failure, got himself back up and went a little further. He managed to get his legs, up to mid calf, dangling out of the rear opening.

"C'mon you fat slug, inch yourself the rest of the way out or I'll have to take matters into my own hands," Marisa said.

The Judge took a few labored breaths and inched his legs out, balanced himself momentarily on the edge with his butt and then slid his feet to the ground, lifting his torso out and standing up on very shaky legs. He leaned heavily against the back of the van for balance and support as he tried to orient himself in the total darkness of his blindfolded eyes.

"Okay John, now use your feet to slip off your tennis shoes. You won't need them anymore."

He slipped one shoe off, nearly falling over even though he was leaning heavily on the van. He caught and righted himself before using his bare foot to slip the other one off. The ground was cool and damp under his feet. It felt like rough concrete or cinder blocks.

"John, I'm going to take your elbow and guide you. Follow along and remember you have a short chain between your ankles so take small steps."

Despite the warning, John almost fell over with the first step, his leg being unexpectedly stopped short by the chain. He stumbled but with Marisa's help, righted himself. He took short, shuffling little steps, almost hopping a bit to stay with Marisa. He felt the texture of the floor change from rough cinder block to something cool and smooth like polished stone or tile.

"Stop right here and turn around."

John obeyed instantly, making his half turn carefully with the small chain connecting his ankles. He felt Marisa grasp his wrists, pull them out a little and then undo the the clip holding the manacles to his mid section leather belt. She smoothly clipped them to something else behind him. He leaned back and felt a metal ring and then felt the smooth sides of the wall in which the ring was embedded. She must have also slipped off her shoes because he did not hear her recede, only realizing she had taken several steps away when he heard a metallic scrapping sound. Again, he did not hear her steps, jumping a little when he felt her touch on his arm.

"We're going to get rid of these trousers now and see what you've got."

Before he had a chance to respond to that news, he felt something cool and metallic slide along his left leg under the pant leg. He felt Marisa tug on the trouser leg, pulling it taut. He then heard the sound of shears cutting through the material all the way up to his waist band. In a moment, he felt the shears cutting through the material on his right pant leg. With the last snip, the trousers were snatched off him in one quick movement, leaving his pale, shaky body fully exposed.

He felt a chill as a breeze from an overhead cooling vent blew across his sweaty back and chest. He shivered slightly and suddenly his legs felt so weak and rubbery he thought he was going to faint. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself.

Marisa stepped around in front of him and raised the shears to his chest. She cut the air once with a slow, menacing audible stroke and then brought the tip of the closed shears to his sternum, making a small dent in the skin.

The Judge flinched at the first touch of cold, hard steel against his chest, sharply sucking in his breath. His rising chest caused the tip of the shears to press harder into his chest. She brought the tip to his right nipple which had grown hard under the cool breeze. She circled the tip around it, watching him flinch again in response. She repeated the motion with his left nipple, getting less of a reaction until she opened the shears with a distinct "Shhhhtkk" and ran the razor sharp intersection of the blades lightly around his pebble hard nipple, causing him to jerk back. He was now visibly shaking.

Marisa paused with the opened shears around his left nipple, watched the sweat roll down the side of is face. Impulsively, she stuck out her tongue and caught a few drops, lightly licking the point of his jaw. She closed the jaws of the shears just slightly, pinching his nipple and just breaking the rough skin of his hard nub.

"Flinch again and you lose it little man. I'll make you a titless freak."

John stopped breathing and tried to get hold of himself to stop the shaking but with the cool air blowing on him he just couldn't stop the involuntary shivers. A single bead of dark red blood grew from his pinched nipple and rolled half way down his rib cage before pink as it mixed with his sweat.

Marisa smiled very broadly, removed the open shears from his nipple, brought her mouth down to his hardened nub and licked it with the tip of her tongue before sliding her "O" shaped lips around it and sucking hard, tasting the salty, metallic fluid. John shifted his weight trying to draw back from the hard suction but she held him in place clamping her teeth down on the nipple and sucking hard. She released him and straightened back up.

Marisa opened and closed the shears slowly and deliberately once, then twice, each time with a distinctive "Shhhhhtk," before moving them back to his chest, blades widely opened, with the blunt outside of the bottom blade resting on his chest, tips pointed down.

Again, he flinched at the first touch of cool metal on his sweat covered chest but caught himself. She drew them down slowly, lower blade riding over his slick sternum and round belly down to his belly. She paused briefly and then continued to run the blade downward, closing the blades with a loud "Shhhhhhhhhtk," just as the cold blades ran alongside his shriveled scrotum cutting only a few stray hairs but getting a loud gasp from the judge as though she had actually cut his flesh. Marisa couldn't contain her laughter as she watched the judge jump and quiver.

Marisa grew quiet again, very quiet. There was a long pause and then she took the pink, mushroom shaped head of his dick between her thumb and forefinger and firmly rolled it around a bit, getting the feel of him and letting him know in no uncertain terms who was in charge.

Without warning she suddenly gripped down hard on it and stretched it out, instantly doubling the length of his flaccid member as she ran the blunt side of the open lower shear over the middle of it and slammed the shears shut with a loud "SHHHHHTKK."

The Judge nearly jumped out of his skin thinking she had just cut his dick off. It took a moment before it registered that he felt no pain and that the shears closed above not on his manhood. He suddenly lost all equilibrium, felt his knees turn to jelly and collapsed knees first on the hard, smooth floor. The collapse was stopped short by his cuffed wrists attached to the metal ring in the wall so the fall went no further than his knees.

He could hear Marisa laughing uncontrollably as he fought to clear his head and get strength back into his legs. He felt his arms jerked nearly out of their sockets by the ring holding his wrists fast to the wall behind him. He fought to regain his balance and get his weight back on his knees to relieve the awful, twisting pain in his shoulders. He managed to get his balance back and leaned back towards his heels to relieve the pressure on his shoulders.

"What's the matter John? Thought I cut off your little weeny? Haaaa Ha Ha! Not yet little man . . . not yet. We want you intact . . . at least for now. Now Get Up! On Your Feet!"

The Judge struggled to obey, leaning back further, curling his toes up to get the balls of his feet on the ground and then pulling himself back by his arms until his feet were nearly flat on the floor. Squatting now on his haunches, he shifted his feet a little for balance and then rose, straining at first to get his bulk started up. As he locked his knees to stiffen his legs, Marisa grabbed his balls and gave them a slight squeeze just to let him know that the "fun" was just beginning.

The Judge winced at the squeeze and continued breathing heavily, struggling to get enough air into his nostrils to sustain himself. His beach ball shaped belly rose and fell with his rapid respiration. He spread his legs to improve his balance but was stopped short by the hobble chain between his leather ankle cuffs. He thought back to the instructions and tried to remember what was next. It just occurred to him when the first blast of cold water hit his chest.

Wash down . . . the next step is a thorough wash down to get the sweat off of me and present a clean body to the Mistress. God, I didn't realize the water would be so cold. It's freezing. They could have at least warmed the water a little.

He felt the stiff brush rake across his chest and the squirt of liquid soap as Marisa washed him down with a garden hose and shower brush. She moved it quickly under his arms, lathering him up, then swiftly worked down his arms and sides, across his ample belly and down to his crotch.

She scrubbed his pubic area, holding his cock and balls with her other hand, working the brush over the top, around the sides and under his genitals. Marisa went around behind him, scrubbed his neck, back and sides, then spread his ass cheeks widely with one hand as she ran the brush deeply into his crack with the other.

She finished with his legs and feet and then stepped back around to his front and rinsed him clean with strong, stinging blasts of cold water from the hose. Suddenly, the stinging stopped and he heard only the sound of water dripping from his drenched body to the tile floor and drain below.

He strained to hear something. She moved very quietly on bare feet so he couldn't tell where she was at any given time until she initiated contact, which was just want she wanted. She liked to see him jump. And jump he did when he felt her hand close around his cock and balls and yank them straight out from his groin.

She held him like that for a few moments, letting him wonder what was going to happen next. When she had milked the moment for all it was worth, she slipped the open jaws of a slim metal ring around the base of his genitals and closed it, one half of the semi-circle fitting inside the other like a handcuff.

He heard the soft, metallic clicks as the ring was ratcheted tighter and tighter, squeezing the base of his dick at its root. He hopped a little as she squeezed it, not knowing when she would stop. Finally, he heard one more click and then it stopped. He felt his cock stiffen and stand up as the trapped blood had no where else to go.

"Well, you do have a dick after all. You just needed a little help to inflate it. Looks kind of cute now - kinda small but with a nice shape."

He felt a little tickling sensation as she reached under his balls with one hand and clipped a leash to the cock ring. She passed the leash under his crotch and stepped around behind him, tugging his genitals behind him.

"Step back a bit little man, I want to unhook your wrists from the wall."

He shuffled a couple of small steps back. She lifted his hands up a bit and unhooked the handcuff chain from the wall ring, quickly reattaching it to the rear "d" ring in his mid-section belt. She yanked down hard on the leash.

"On Your Knees!"

It felt like his dick was nearly ripped off by the sudden jerk and he responded immediately, dropping down heavily on his knees to relieve the strain. He felt a brush running through his hair as she slicked back his wet, unruly, gray mop. With his hair tightly brushed back, he felt the straps of his blindfold being loosened and then pulled off. The sudden burst of light blinded him. In an instant, he felt something being pulled down over his head.

It was a leather hood cut full in the sides and back, running down to his neck, but only covering half of his face, like a "Batman" mask. He heard and felt the zipper moving down the side, closing the hood. Before he could get his eyes open and adjusted to the light, he felt the blindfold being refitted over the eye holes of the mask and pulled tightly with straps behind his head. He was again in utter darkness.

Okay, this is where the instructions ended. Now what?! What are they going to do with me??! When will I meet Mistress Katrina? Stay calm. Do what she says. Don't resist. Don't resist. Just let go. Let go, he thought to himself..

He felt a sudden upward jerk on his leash and immediately rose without verbal instruction.

"Good. You're learning John. Now just follow your dick and you'll be okay."

She yanked on the leash again pulling his dick straight out. He stepped forward, again stumbling a bit as he forgot about the hobble chain, but he caught himself. He continued to walk in small, half steps as she kept pressure on the leash. He felt the pressure from the leash shift to the right, tugging his dick in that direction so he pivoted and stepped off in that direction.

"Good. I think you might be trainable John."

Mistress Katrina watched the show from the fifty inch projection monitor in her dungeon below and couldn't help smiling. It had gone perfectly. Exactly as planned. No complications; no screw ups. And she had him. She had dreamed of this moment for so long . . . so long. First she'd have some fun with him. After all, she was entitled. He'll think it's just a session, like the one with Harold, but better, more erotic. I'll take him just to the edge, and then . . . .

She watched the video as her dear Marisa marched the judge along by his dick, heeling like a dog and moving in step with her every silent tug of the leash. Katrina was dripping wet as her warm, oily cunt juices soaked her panties. She was incredibly aroused by the sight of the Judge shambling along behind Marisa, stiff dick held out straight from his body. She watched his fleshy tits and ass jiggle as he struggled to keep up with her striding assistant.

Oh, I have plans for you Judge Reynolds, such plans. You are mine now . . . for this afternoon . . . for this evening . . . forever. I have you and I'm going to enjoy every sweet moment of your torment. Measure for measure - payment is due . . . long overdue.

She checked her video console and bank of monitors to make sure all of the angles she wanted covered were working properly. She squeezed her thighs together and got that zing of pleasure she wanted from her swollen clit. She hadn't felt like this in a long time - almost out of control with lust, she wanted to jump his flabby body now and do it to him.

She wanted that delicious pressure deep in her cunt as she spread him wide and fucked him with impossibly deep, powerful strokes. She wanted to ram it into him to the hilt as she came all over him. She took a few deep breaths to keep control of herself. She watched as Marisa led him into the elevator and closed the door.

They'll be here in a few moments. Get yourself ready honey. It's Showtime!

She heard the elevator door open and saw Marisa come out first, followed by the Judge, hands bound behind his back, walking in short, hopping little steps to keep pace with her; the short hobble chain bouncing and jangling lightly as he went. Marisa slowed and then stopped by a white marker on the floor. She yanked down hard on the leash. John immediately dropped to his knees. She tugged forward lightly on the leash.

"Stay on your knees and move up about a foot."

The judge crept forward on his knees until they touched a white line on the floor unseen by his blindfolded eyes.

"Stop!"

She knelt down and unhooked his hobble chain from both ankle cuffs, tossing it aside.

"Spread Your Knees! Wide!"

He obeyed instantly sliding his knees apart on the smooth concrete floor. As soon as his right leg got far enough out, she grabbed his ankle and attached his ankle cuff to a metal ring embedded in the floor. She stood up and put her bare right foot against the inside of his left knee and kicked it outward.

"I Said Spread 'Em"

John slid his left knee out as far as he could. She grabbed his left ankle and attached its leather cuff to a floor ring. He heard nothing for a few moments and then a scraping sound as Marisa brought over a low standing, narrow, leather covered bench and pushed one end of it against his lower back.

"Lean back. Lie down on the bench."

With his knees still on the floor and his legs held wide apart, John tentatively leaned back, feeling the bench end against his lower back. He lowered himself, slowly at first and then with a "plop" as his underdeveloped stomach muscles gave up and let go. He felt a leather strap being pulled up between his right arm and body, pulled tightly across his chest and cinched down on the other side. Ominously, he then felt a cold, metal band being slipped around his throat and pulled down tightly across his throat just above his Adam's Apple. It was not tight enough to cut off his air, but it was snug and he knew it would not take much more tightening to strangle him.




The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 04



Then silence.

End of Part 4



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 05



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*

Katrina quietly watched Marisa insert the throat band into its receptacle in the bench, lock it in, straighten up and stretch. She felt a little flutter of desire when she saw Marisa arching her back, pressing her small firm breasts against the thin, white material of her simple blouse.

Marisa finished the stretch, turned and silently padded over to Katrina, tiny bare feet moving lightly and gracefully on the concrete floor. Katrina was proud of how cool and composed she looked. Her white blouse was still neatly tucked into her skin tight black jeans; not a hair was out of place or a bead of sweat evident anywhere on her. Her black laquer finger and toe nail polish were still immaculate; not so much as a chip was evident.

Marisa slowed as she drew nearer and then stopped in front of her. Katrina reached out to her with both hands and gently put them on her sleight shoulders, thumbs resting on her collarbones. Marisa looked up at Katrina's green eyes and smiled a little. Wordlessly, Katrina cupped her hands under Marisa's chin, thumbs gently touching and stroking her cheeks, bent down and kissed her.

Marisa, who only came up to the bottom of Katrina's shoulders, stood up on her toes as she always did to meet her half way. Their lips pressed together as Marisa brought her arms around Katrina and hugged her tightly. They tasted each other, tongues intertwined, dancing and playing along the roof of each other's mouths. Katrina tongued Marisa's dark red lips, licking and tasting before pressing her lips back tightly on hers and plunging her tongue deeply into her. With one more playful lick, Katrina slowly broke the kiss and then whispered quietly in her ear:

"You did a magnificent job, Marisa. I'm so proud of you. Now go change. I'll wait for you. I don't want you to miss any of this."

Katrina patted her rear as she moved off to change into something a little more appropriate for the activities planned. Katrina walked over to where the Judge was bound, ankles to the floor, back bent over his legs and bound to a low, leather covered bench by his chest and throat. The ball gag was still tightly in place. Her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she approached him and she did nothing to quiet the sounds.

Click . . . click . . . click . . . click . . . click . . . click . . .click. "Who is it?" John wondered. "It's not Marisa. Even if she had shoes on, she walked much more lightly than that." Click . . . click . . . click. "She's moving closer. Could it be Mistress Katrina?! Will I finally meet her after all? Is this all real and not a cruel hoax? Will she use me as I've dreamed so many times? Lay quiet, very, very quiet. Don't move. Give yourself over to her completely," he thought to himself.

Katrina looked down at the Judge, leashed cock and balls standing at attention, white belly heaving up and down as he struggled to breath through his nose. Marisa was right. He hadn't changed much. Grayer and heavier yes, but his facial features were unchanged except for the extra lines around his eyes and thicker jowls. She looked closer at his stiff penis, saw the small, pink scar on it just behind its head and smiled to herself. Her thoughts drifted back to the frigid trailer park in Duluth, fourteen years ago, where the chain of events started that brought her to this exact moment in time.

"It was so cold that winter. So cold. She just couldn't get warm in that trailer. The wind blew through those walls as though they weren't even there. It was always so dark. It was never more than twilight even during the daytime in winter when thick, dark clouds always hung heavily in the sky. Couldn't escape the noise. Couldn't escape the smell. No place to hide. No place. Had to get out. Had to. Had to get warm - go where it was sunny and bright. What a joke . . . sunny and bright. Yep, I sure found sunny and bright and that sonuvabitch helped me find it. Well, I'm no longer a little teenager Judge John Maynard Reynolds. I've grown up while you've grown old. I think it's time I helped you to find some"sunny and bright," she thought to herself.

Katrina's quiet reverie was broken by the touch of Marisa's hand on hers. Lost in thought, Katrina had not heard her light footed, graceful partner come up behind her. She turned to look at her and smiled broadly at what she saw.

Marisa stood before her clad only in sheer, white silk, thong cut bikini panties and matching bra top. Her dark, hard nipples were clearly visible through the gauzy bra material. She had never looked sexier. Katrina thought about taking Marisa upstairs and ravishing her, letting the Judge wait but thought better of it. She had waited long enough to have Judge Reynolds in this exact position. She would satisfy her powerful sexual appetite with him and save Marisa for dessert.

She motioned to Marisa to bring over the serving cart which contained all of the delightful little implements and devices she would need for this first phase. Marisa slowly rolled the small stainless steel cart over besides the prostrate judge. There was a low rumble and barely audible metallic clinking as she moved it across the smooth, concrete floor. Marisa removed the items she would need herself and then took up her usual position on this apparatus, sitting at the victim's bent knees, within easy reach of his genitals.

Katrina headed over to her tightly bound subject, the staccato sound of her heels reverberating in the large chamber. Stopping at the bench, she took a close look at his body, checking the security of his bonds. She move up to where his head was pinioned to the bench by the throat band and slowly raised her right leg bringing it over and past his face, straddling his upturned visage.

She was so incredibly turned on by what she saw and the thoughts of what she planned to do, that her inner thighs were shiny from the pussy juice that leaked out of the sides of her panties' after they had saturated the thin crotch pad. She felt the coolness as it evaporated, leaving a slightly sticky residue. The smell of her sex was strong even to her.

"She's coming over . . . she's coming over. Oh god, is it her? Is it her? Lie still. Don't move unless she tells you to. I can smell her! Leather and . . . something else . . . strong . . . not perfume . . . thick, heavy, musky . . . Oh god, it must be . . . must be . . . Jesus, she's as hot as I am," his reverberated in his mind.

"Welcome to my dungeon John. I've been looking forward to our meeting. I expect you have also. I can see from your flagpole that you're happy to be here and don't feel mistreated. Good. I always like to make my lovers happy."

With her last line, Katrina looked over her shoulder at Marisa and winked. She turned back to the Judge and continued.

"I was really touched by your letter and, after talking with you, spent a lot of time thinking about our activities today. It is going to be a day you will always remember John. I am going to give you more than you ever thought possible, even in your wildest fantasies."

Katrina watched the Judge's reaction and saw from his increased rate of respiration and the saliva dripping out of the corners of his mouth around the ball gag, that her little speech was having its desired effect. She glanced back at his fiercely erect member, caught Marisa's eye, smiled and continued.

"I think we can dispense with the gag now. This chamber is completely sound proofed so scream to your heart's content - I kind of like to hear my lover's expressing themselves anyway. It turns me on even more. Besides, I have a better use for that mouth of yours."

Katrina lowered herself by flexing her knees, bringing her aromatic pussy closer to John's upturned nose, moved her fingers in behind his head, loosened the strap holding his ball gag in place and pulled it free. The Judge sucked a huge slug of air in through his now unobstructed mouth and exhaled heavily, bringing with it a good deal of saliva that had pooled behind the gag. He moved his jaw up and down, sideways and then in circles to work the pain and stiffness out of his jaw joints. He breathed heavily through his mouth several more times, licked his lips continuously with his now freed tongue, before finding his voice.

"Thank you Mistress Katrina. And . . . and thank you for letting me come here. I will not disappoint you."

"You're quite welcome John - and I know you won't."

Katrina could barely keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She wanted to play the Judge along for a while. Make him think this afternoon will be about fulfilling his fantasies - pleasuring him. It will make the distance he falls even greater when he learns the truth of what awaits him. Besides, she was enjoying the cat and mouse game. Especially since the mouse didn't know he was the mouse yet.

She lowered herself further, bringing the hem of her micro mini skirt down to his face, brushing his nose with it. As his nose passed under the hem, the musky scent trapped under it assaulted his him, nearly overwhelming him. He took a deep breath in through his nose to gather all of it. Katrina smiled down knowingly.

"Nothing like the smell of hot cunt to get a man aroused, focused and compliant," she thought.

She gyrated her hips above him in small, slow circles to give him the full effect. His tongue came out and reached for her, catching only the hem of her micro. Blindfolded, he didn't know what he had but he licked away nonetheless.

"Men are so stupid. So predictable. A whiff of cunt and they become licking, drooling imbeciles. This is going to be soooo sweet," she mused.

"That's a nice tongue you've got their John, but I like to have complete access to my slave's mouth before I let them lick me. I want you to open that mouth just as wide as you can. I have a couple of things I want to put in there that will do that for me. The sooner we get that done, the sooner that tongue of yours can slip into my hot, wet, little box. It's waiting for you John . . . Now Open Wide."

John obeyed immediately, stretching his mouth open just as wide as it would go. Katrina didn't hesitate. She slipped her fingers in his mouth, pulling his cheek out widely with her thumb while she fitted a dental apparatus on his back molars. The apparatus was simple - just two opposing metal brackets separated by a short, stainless steel bar. Once it was in, it was impossible for the "patient" to close his mouth even the slightest bit. It was legitimately used for oral surgery when a general anaesthetic would otherwise cause the mouth to go slack and close. Katrina used it to accomplish the same result but for an altogether different purpose.

She took the other dental apparatus and slipped it in over the molars on the other side. She used the small thumb screws on them to tighten them to their respective teeth. When she was done, she straightened up and saw that marvelous sight she loved. A man's mouth immovably stretched wide open - as wide as it would go without dislocating the jaw. She especially liked seeing the Judge's mouth that way. The irony was almost too sweet.

"Jesus . . . when she says open, she means Open! My jaw is about to break. My lips are going numb. I hope this is only temporary. Can't take it for too long and with my mouth like this and I can't tell her what I want or when I've had enough," he worried. 

She lowered her hips again, tenting his face with her leather mini skirt. She knew his tongue would come darting out so she kept her distance. Her sopping crotch was just inches from his flailing tongue but it might just as well have been a mile away.

He strained upward against his bonds to reach her. He could feel her heat. The pungent smell was overpowering. He knew she was close but the metal band around his throat held his head tightly to the bench. Try as he might, he just couldn't quite reach it. Katrina pulled up the front hem of her mini to take a peek at his straining tongue and smiled as she saw it flailing wildly.

"My, you do have a nice, long tongue John and I'm just dying to feel it burrowing its way into me, but I do have a few more little things to take care of first. It won't take long. I'm sure you'll understand."

Katrina turned and nodded to Marisa kneeling in front of his erect member. The judge felt an incredibly intense sensation on his cock and balls. At first he couldn't identify what it was. His first reaction was that it was pain because that was what he expected. He jumped in response to the intense feeling. An instant later, he screamed, sensing intense heat. His first thought was that his cock and balls were being burned, plunged into boiling hot water. It was only after a few moments that he realized that the sensation was one of cold, incredibly intense cold. Marisa had plunged his hot, throbbing, erect member into a small bucket of ice water, actually an ice and water slush.

The Judge stopped screaming and waited in total darkness for what would happen next. The wait seemed interminable as the freezing liquid assaulted his genitals. After the longest minute of his life, Marisa pulled his cock and balls out of the bucket. The frozen liquid had had its desired effect. His once proud, erect shaft of manhood was now a small, flaccid, wormy lump of flesh.

Working quickly but unhurriedly, Marisa took the head of his flaccid prick in one hand and stretched it out, thinning it as well as lengthening it. With the other hand, she slipped a hinged, stainless steel tube around it, closing the clam shell like tube around his elongated member. One end of the tube fitted just below the glans of his dick head and the other end pressed against the base of his shaft.

About three inches long and three quarters of an inch at the inside diameter, the tube was a snug fit just closed as it was. In fact, some of the loose skin from his droopy stub still pressed out from seam of the tube, pinching the skin slightly.

Marisa immediately went to work tightening things up. With two small thumb screws at either end of the tube on one side and receiving sockets for them on the opposing side, she began tightening them. First she tightened the screw nearest the cock head until the seam at the top was nearly gone. Next, she tightened the other screw, crushing his flaccid member, forcing it to conform to the three quarter inch diameter. Finally, she tightened down the top screw completely, applying a powerful, painful squeeze on his rubbery shaft.

With the tube completely closed, the only evidence of a seem was the short ridge of loose skin that pressed through it and ran along its length.

His dick head was swollen and dark red as a result of the tight squeeze from the steel "chastity" tube. Marisa knew that in about twenty minutes the swollen head would start to turn purplish in color as the oxygen was depleted from the blood trapped in the head. It would eventually become darl purple in color and swell even more, finally resembling a small, ripe plum.

One thing was sure, while that device was on him, he could not erect again and any attempt to do so would cause excruciating pain to his trapped penis.

"We want to make sure you don't come too soon," Katrina explained. "We want you to taste the full flavor of the session and, as a newbie, we doubt you have developed the sort of control you would need to resist coming too soon. We are just giving you a little help."

The Judge accepted the explanation but knew this was going to be difficult and painful. She had an unbelievably powerful erotic effect on him. Her scent drove him crazy with lust. But he knew that any surrender to the lust would start to erect his member and there would be a terrible price to pay. He pulled his tongue back into his widely stretched mouth and lay still to try to get control over himself.

Katrina enjoyed his painful dilemma and used the difficulty he was having getting his dick under control to justify her next action. She reached over to the serving cart and picked up a chunk of ice, rolled it in her palm and then applied it directly to his left nipple. Again, he reacted with a short scream of surprise as though injured and then realized it was just more ice and relaxed.

"This is to help you get control of yourself John."

His left nipple was cold, very cold as she held the ice chunk on it. The little nipple erected in response and started to grow numb from the cold. Just as he thought he was losing all feeling in the frozen nipple, he was surprised by a sharp sting at the base of the hard nub. He winced in response.

She removed the ice chunk from that nipple and applied it to the other one. As the first nipple warmed back up, the stinging increased to a sharp, throbbing pain. His other nipple grew numb and then the same, sharp sting occurred. She removed the ice from that one as well. The pain in his nipples had diverted his attention from her aromatic, luscious cunt dangling over his mouth, cooling his sexual fever and reducing the press of the chastity tube on his dick.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it John. In case you haven't guessed it yet, I've just pierced your nipples and they look positively lovely with needles sticking through them. In a moment, I will fit you with my own monogrammed nipple rings. They will mark you as my property."

She took the first stainless steel nipple ring, swabbed it in alcohol and slipped the open end into the piercing behind the needle as she slipped the needle out. Pushing the ring all the way through the tender flesh, she closed and secured the open end of it. She followed suit with the other ring. The alcohol burned the fresh wounds mightily, adding to the stinging, throbbing sensations.

"I think you're ready now John," she said as she reached over behind his trapped head to loosen the blindfold over his leather mask.

"God that hurts - my nipples are killing me. That wasn't what I asked for. What other surprises does she have in store for me? . . . At last, she's loosening the blindfold. She's going to remove it. At last I'll see her and know it is really he," John thought excitedly.

End of Part 5



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 06



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This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author.

*

Katrina slowly slid the blindfold off of him and stood back up, straight and tall, hands on hips and peered down at him. The Judge struggled to open his eyes but the light was too bright. He couldn't keep them open. He managed to squint with one eye and saw something dark hovering over him.

His vision started to clear as his one open eye adjusted to the light. He saw first the tops of her thighs and hem of her mini skirt above him. He got his other eye open and together, squinting, they gazed up, eyes rolling back in their sockets, taking in the magnificent sight. From his worm's eye view he saw Mistress Katrina towering above him, larger than life.

Black leather and creamy white skin filled his entire field of vision. As his gaze moved up, he saw the mounds of curly, orange-red hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She looked down at him and smiled. He saw those cruel, blood red lips set off her large, gleaming white teeth. He was in awe.

"Welcome John, do you like what you see? Heh, Heh. . . . Somehow I think you do."

John continued to stare up at her, tongue absently licking his lips. He took a full, deep breath through his nose to get the full impact of her aroma. As he did so, Katrina slowly rubbed the sides of his face with the smooth, inner sides of her stockinged thighs.

She reached around behind her skirt's waistband, undid the hook, lowered the zipper all of the way and removed it, flipping it off to the side. The Judge now had a clear view of her black garter belt and sopping wet black silk panties. Katrina ran her middle finger down the center of her wet crotch then back up, circled a bit at the top of her Mons, then back down the wet silk covering her leaking slit. Slowly and deliberately, she lowered her wet middle finger to his mouth, inserting it into the gaping opening and swabbed it on his tongue.

"Taste Good? I bet you liked that, didn't you John. There is more, much more where that came from. If you're a good little boy, I'll give it to you," she cooed.

She lowered her crotch so that it was inches from his nose and rotated her hips slowly in small circles, hugging the sides of his head with her smooth inner thighs and occasionally brushing his upturned nose with her soaked panties.

The Judge shuddered at each brush of his nose as he strained to reach her tantalizingly close cunt with his tongue. His own hips started to move in small, thrusting motions, his trapped dick straining to get out. The pain in his squeezed penis was horrendous as the steel tube dug into the sensitive flesh that was trying to expand. The now purple head pulsed as he involuntarily flexed his keegle muscles which not only controlled his sphincters but also swelled the head with each contraction.

She lowered her crotch a little further so the tip of his tongue just touched the wet silk. He strained to reach her, to taste her, to give her pleasure and prove his worth. She lowered herself a little more and he got a little more tongue on her, swiping away in long, vertical strokes. She dropped down just a little more and he was able to get the flat of his tongue hard against the moist material.

He loved the taste. He couldn't get enough, even with his trapped dick squeezed in the iron grip of the chastity tube. He could feel her swollen labia lips through the sheer, soaked cloth. He felt them part as he ran his tongue up her slit to the top. He searched for the hard nub and found it, licking it furiously through the silk. His eyes rolled up to look at her and saw she had her eyes closed and brow furrowed in deep concentration.

She was driving her crotch down now against his tongue, pressing it against his widely spread lips, trapping his tongue inside of his mouth and forcing it to push hard to get out. She wound the fingers of both hands in his hair and gripped him hard, jamming herself against him, moaning in pleasure as his tongue found the sensitive spot just below her erect clit and pushed hard while licking in tight circles all around it. Her juices were flowing freely now, streaming down the sides of the thin strip of soaked panty cloth.

She took one hand off of his head and roughly pulled the thin strip aside with two fingers, exposing her naked cunt to his lips and tongue. Her outer labia lips were dripping with her oily juices, swollen full, red and parted. Her inner lips were similarly puffy and deep vermilion in color.

The Judge saw his opportunity and momentarily left her hard nub to plunge his tongue deeply into her dripping hole. Again she moaned loudly, this time pressing herself hard on his upper lip and teeth, to replace the missing pressure on her clit. He swirled his tongue around her hole, pulled it out and then plunged it in again in a fucking motion.

She continued to press her clit against his lips and teeth, grinding away in small, circular motions with her hips. She felt those telltale small contractions deep in her vagina and that hot, melting feeling which told her she was about to come.

"Get That Tongue In There Deep!" she barked as she drove herself over the top, tickling that delicious spot below her clit with his teeth and then right on the tip.

"AaHhhhh, . . . Ahhhhhhh . . . Oh God! Yesssssssssssss! AAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Her orgasm ripped through her convulsing every muscle and organ in her womb. She felt her insides ripple and then felt that enormous release of hot pressure as pleasure sparks radiated out and sped down the nerve endings to her lower spine and then fanned out in every direction curling and contracting everything before it.

Her thighs squeezed down on the sides of his face in a death grip of incredible power. The Judge thought she was going to crack his skull like an eggshell. She dropped down completely, putting all of her weight on her cunt as she pressed against his mouth, jamming his stiffened tongue into her gaping, leaking cavern.

Slowly, she regained her composure and put a little of her weight on her feet, relieving the suffocating pressure on his mouth. She stood back up, dripping juices from her pussy as she went, thin, slick rivulets ran down the sides of his lips.

The Judge licked his lips furiously to catch all of her juices. He couldn't get enough of it. He had momentarily blocked out the crushing pain in his dick as irresistible force of his erection met immovable object of the metal collar with the result that the chastity tube bit deeply into his shaft, nipping it at the top like a Victorian corset, causing the engorged head to blossom out like a big, purple mushroom.

"Nice tongue action John, but I think I need a little something bigger to satisfy me," she said rubbing her thighs against his face.

She lifted her leg to step over him and went over to the serving cart. Opening the lid of a large box, she pulled out a leather harness with a large, realistic looking dildo already attached. Actually, their were two dicks.

One, a stubby little three incher on one side of the leather harness flap that was used as a gag, the other, a majestic eight by two inch member, slightly curved, with a bulbous head and fine dark lines simulating veins.

She rested the harness on his quivering belly as she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and slid them down in one graceful movement. She slowly stepped out of them and turned to face the Judge. He saw immediately that she was a natural red head, her pubic hair being a slightly darker shade of orange-red than her curly mane, and that she was still incredibly aroused. Her cunt juices still leaked from her engorged gash creating thin streams of whitish fluid which ran down her slit to her inner thighs before disappearing at top of her hose.

Katrina picked up the harness and returned to her straddling position, dripping cunt directly over his widely stretched mouth. She flexed her knees to lower herself, crotch just inches from his lips, before sliding the harness' stubby dildo into his mouth.

She took the straps of the harness and brought them down under the bench and cinched them tightly, pulling every bit of slack out of them. The result was the magnificent sight of the large, thick dildo seemingly growing from his mouth and arching gracefully up so that the bulbous head hung directly over his nose. The tightly cinched harness straps also held his head fast to the bench which, together with the metal throat band, froze him in place.

Katrina smiled her broadest smile yet at the scene in front of her. The judge was a prick after all and now he looked the part. What's more, she was going to get a chance to fuck his face, get her rocks off and make him watch it all very closely without being able to move.

She felt a slight quiver at the entrance to her love hole as she conjured up the image of her ramming herself wildly on that magnificent dick. She lowered herself to where the head of the dildo was just touching her outer nether lips. She gripped the base of it with her right hand and guided it to the juicy opening. She lowered herself slightly, allowing the head to spread open her inner lips. A little more and the tip entered her hole, which easily expanded to accommodate its girth. A little more and the head was fully in, stretching her slit and pressing on that deliciously sensitive juncture at the top.

She let herself fully absorb that exquisite feeling of hot, hard, fullness filling her, sliding into her, pressing and stretching those wonderfully sensitive organs. She controlled the pace, the angle, the pressure to maximize her pleasure. The judge was just a dick and nothing but a dick.

"Ohhhh Yesssssss . . . That is sooooooo goooooooood."

She worked the head around the inside of her hole, lubricating it and then lowered herself a little more, sliding two inches of the shaft into her. The penetration triggered something within her because her juices were oozing out all around the shaft, rolling down the pink, fleshy member and gathering in a pool around the judge's stretched lips.

Judge Reynolds had an incredible worm's eye view of the thick shaft separating, parting those swollen red pussy lips and sliding in. As she slid up and down in small strokes to grease the shaft with her juices, he watched the resulting white foam develop into a circle around the shaft and move down closer to him as she went. Her musky scent was intense, overwhelming as her swollen gash approached his nose and lips.

She gyrated her hips in a slow circle, coating the shaft more with her slick ooze and then lowered herself again, taking another two inches up her tight quim. The Judge's eyes were wide open, bulging as he took in the view, looking first at her stretched cunt hole and dripping lips and then moving upwards with his eyes to take in her full heaving breasts and lust contorted face. She was ready to take the rest of it.

With a loud sigh, she lowered herself again, this time not stopping until she had sucked up the rest of the thick shaft into her hungry cavity. She rested for a few moments, thick, wet, rubbery cunt lips pressing down on his upturned mouth, before raising herself back up, surrendering that wonderful pole, creating a vacuum in her juicy love tunnel. Nature abhors a vacuum so just before the head broke free, she dropped down on it, taking all of it in one stroke, pounding her cunt against his widely stretched lips and nose.

"Ahhhhhhhh! So Goood! Soooooooooo Gooooooooood!"

He felt her full weight on his face as she balanced herself on her groin alone to jam every millimeter of the thick pole into her. Again, she rose and fell in a quick cycle moaning loudly on each downstroke as the tip of the bulbous head hit her cervix, banging away at her core. With the dick all of the way in her and her feet now off the floor, she ground down on his face, rotating her hips in slow circles, pressing her hard, swollen clit against his upturned nose, nearly cutting off his air. She put her feet back down on the floor and launched herself back up and then slammed herself back down.

The thick pole was now completely greased with her juices and so slick that it rammed itself home with no friction on the sides to slow it. Katrina became a blur of motion as she rapidly rose and fell, impaling herself on the thick member, pounding his mouth and nose with her groin on each downstroke. The Judge had a close-up view of the thick piston as her slick cylinder rammed itself onto it. His face was now covered in her juices as she neared explosion.

The Judge lost count of the cycles as her furry patch rammed itself down and thrust itself up in dizzying succession, juices flying, loud "squelching" sounds emanating from her wet box. He could feel her heat, literally, as her steamy hot nether lips pressed down on his mouth. Her gaping slit filled his field of vision as it rammed itself down, thighs crushing the side of his head as she rode him like a jockey. Her body was slick with sweat. The salty fluid dripped from her bouncing breasts and dropped down onto his face, mixing thoroughly with her cunt juices. The Judge groaned from the pain inflicted on his constricted dick as it hopelessly tried to expand against unyielding steel.

She felt the little spasms deep in her womb, building, expanding, radiating. The small spasms spread to her love tunnel as the small, involuntary contractions squeezed against the thick invading pole. They spread to her swollen, blood engorged labia which started to quiver and buzz within. She was close, so close to orgasmic explosion.

She rammed herself down and held her hot, dripping cunt against his lips and then just touched the tip of her middle finger to the tip of her swollen, incredibly sensitive clit. That last light touch provided the necessary spark as her entire womb contracted hard shooting bolts of pure pleasure out from deep within her. She screamed in animalistic pleasure.

"Aaaaaeeeeeee! Aaaaaeeeeeeeeeiiiii!"

And then louder, scaring the bejesus out of the Judge.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! . . . AAAAAAAAHHHHH! . . . AAAAAAAAAAHH!

She had her legs bent up off the floor, thighs squeezed hard against his face, feet and toes curled reflexively. She rode him, jockey fashion, squeezing every last orgasmic vibration out of her quivering cunt. Her clit was pressed hard against his nose as she crunched herself down on his face.

He couldn't breath and, after realizing that, started to flail about. With only his hips not tightly secured, he was left to wildly thrusting his pelvis to signal his distress. She continued to ride him hard, oblivious to his dire straits. His eyes bulged out and tiny capillaries within his eyeballs started to rupture as the first physical result of his asphyxiation began. He was thrusting madly, fighting for air against her suffocating wet gash. Suddenly, almost imperceptibly, he felt the pressure of her crushing thighs and crotch lessen. He still couldn't breath and his peripheral vision was now gone, completely black; the result of oxygen deprivation as the little oxygenated blood remaining was diverted to the center of his retina.

Oblivious, or unconcerned about his distress, Katrina was marching to the sound of her own drummer. Satiated for the moment, with her spasms lessening and the warm flow of her cum flowing down the edges of her cherry red labia onto his pale cheeks, she shifted her hips back slightly to release the pressure on her now painfully sensitive clit. It was all the movement he needed as his airway was suddenly clear. He sucked in a lung full of air through his open nostrils, taking the full impact of her powerfully musky smell, happy to be alive.

"Oh God, Air!!!! Sweet Jesus I can Breath! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You God! . . . Did she know that she almost suffocated me?! Aw, she must have known how far she could take me. She must have. . . ," he reassured himself.

End of Part 6



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 07



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This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author.

*

The Judge's belly continued to rapidly rise and fall as he struggled to catch his breath. Katrina also took a few deep breaths after the physical exertion of her wild face ride. Slowly, she brought her feet back down on the floor and rose, sliding the impaling member out of her greased tunnel. As it popped free, a small flood of her juices that were trapped behind it splashed out of her gaping hole and onto his face. She stood up completely and he followed the rising form with his eyes, rolling them far back to look up at her. Her expression was blank, cool, detached. He looked back down her body, following every curve until he got to her dripping gash which he eyed in lustful fascination.

She lifted her leg up and swung it over his face, "dismounting" from her straddling position. She took a few steps back and knelt down beside Marisa who was looking up at her lovingly. Marisa reached out for her and stroked her hair, running her fingers through Katrina's thick curls. Katrina's entire body was slick with perspiration. The heavy, musky smell of sex emanated from her. Marisa continued to gently run her hands down Katrina's shoulders and arms and then jumped them to her waist. Katrina moved closer to her and embraced her, balancing on her knees as she put her arms around her. Marisa ran her delicate fingers lightly up the sensitive insides of Katrina's upper thighs, collecting her juices as she went. She put her hand to her mouth and tasted the juices, licking it from her fingers before returning for more. She ran her entire palm up through Katrina's swollen gash, rubbing inside her lips in a slow circular motion. Katrina moaned and then firmly took Marisa head in both hand and kissed her deeply, tasting her own juices as she licked the inside of her mouth.

"I love you my little one," Katrina whispered into her ear. "Let's put him in the man-spreader and then its your turn. When you're done, I will lick you clean."

Marisa quivered in lustful anticipation. They both rose together, facing each other, fingers entwined. Katrina looked down at the Judge's trapped penis, with only the swollen, purple head visible. She paused for a few seconds to watch it throb.

"Looks like the chastity tube is doing its job. While you're working on him, I'll put the finishing touches on that wonderful little device. This is going to be so sweet . . . so sweet," Katrina whispered to Marisa.

Katrina went around to the front of the bench and undid the penis gag, neck band and chest strap. Marisa undid the leather straps holding his ankles to the floor. Together they raised his upper body from the bench until it was upright and in a kneeling position. They paused for a few moments while the Judge got his balance.

"Okay John, up on your feet. We've only just begun. I think you're going to love part two of our little session. It's right up your alley, so to speak. Ha Hahh!"

John tried to get his feet under him but with his arms pinned behind his back, he was still off balance. He teetered left, then right, almost falling over. Katrina and Marisa held him firmly under his armpits to prevent his toppling and pulled up to help him rise. Slowly, he got to his feet, but his legs were shaking so badly that he almost collapsed. Bent as they were, they felt rubbery, seemed to have no strength in them.

"C'mon John, get a hold of yourself. Don't blow your big chance."

The Judge struggled to regain his composure and to get strength back in his legs. He straightened his legs to lock his knees and then leaned back a bit, pulling his shoulders back. He took a few more deep breaths through his widely stretched mouth, exhaling though his nose.

"Okay John, this way. . . . this way to paradise," Katrina said.

Katrina and Marisa turned him a bit and then started a slow walk, holding the inside of each arm, guiding him forward. John followed their lead, taking small steps on still shaky legs. He looked up and for the first time looked around the room. It was brightest directly over him; his form illuminated by an overhead spotlight that seemed to follow them as they walked. Beyond the circle of light around him, it was very dim. The light around him diminished quickly with little more than his immediate surroundings visible. He could not see any of the walls, the room simply fading to dark at the edges in every direction.

He was amazed at what little he could see. Even in the dim light he could make out an astonishing number of bondage devices and implements as passed by them. He recognized a few from his years of reading about BDSM. He saw a St. Andrews cross, a bondage table, a whipping post, wooden horse, various stocks and suspension frames. There were also some that he didn't recognize. He could tell that he was headed right for one of those unknown devices. As he approached it, it was suddenly illuminated by a bright, overhead spotlight.

He looked at it closely and it appeared simple but he still couldn't figure out how it was used. There was a raised rectangular wooden platform, roughly eight feet long and four feet wide with two metal posts embedded in the concrete floor rising up along the left and right edges of the platform opposite each other about midway along its length. About two feet forward of where the two posts were set and running width wise across the platform was a wooden rectangle about two feet wide and eighteen inches high with a semi-circular hole cut in it. The rectangle is angled back about forty five degrees with the top corners supported by iron rods embedded in the platform. There seemed to be a variety of ropes and cables running from several small hand winches and numerous pad-eyes, rings, pulleys and fair-leads to control the rigging.

He still hadn't figured it out when they reached the foot of the platform. Katrina looked at him and seeing the look of puzzlement on his face, smiled and nodded to Marisa who smiled back. The three of them stepped up onto the wooden platform which was raised just a few inches up from the concrete floor and took a few steps until they reached the mid-point, between the two metal posts. The Judge looked down and saw a two inch diameter round hole was cut in the platform and extended down through and into the concrete.

"Get on your knees John!" Katrina ordered, startling him. The Judge lowered himself immediately to his knees.

Katrina squatted down behind him, unlocked his right wrist and stood up, holding the wrist in both hands and twisting it up and out. She brought it over to the right post and secured it to a leather cuff attached to the top of the three foot post. Marisa unlocked his left wrist and followed suit, securing his wrist to the top of the left post. As Marisa was affixing his left wrist, Katrina was buckling on a leather thigh cuff just above his right knee. She locked it on with a small padlock and then buckled another one on his left thigh.

"Okay lover-boy, spread those legs nice and wide," Katrina barked into his ear as she hooked a rope with a snap ring into the d-ring on the outside of his right thigh cuff and took a round turn around the base of the right post.

The Judge responded immediately, spreading his knees apart on the wooden platform. Marisa snapped a line onto his left thigh cuff and similarly took a round turn around the base of the other post.

"I don't think you heard me sweety, I Said Spread'Em," Katrina said loudly.

As the Judge shifted his knees to spread them further, Katrina and Marisa each pulled back on their respective lines, using the metal posts for leverage. The Judge's knees jerked outward, spreading him widely apart, knees only a few inches from the posts. Katrina and Marisa took one last tug and then secured the ends of each line to cleats welded on the outside of each post. They each clipped another line to his ankle cuffs and pulled them far apart, securing the ends of the ropes to cleats embedded in the concrete floor beside the platform.

The Judge was spread wide, very wide. His arms were swept up, out and back , almost like the back swing of a racing dive. His little anus winked at them as he nervously contracted it. His pinkish gray ball sack hung low and swayed like a double pendulum, right ball hanging lower than the left.

"You've got a nice ass John, . . . real niiice," Katrina cooed as she lifted her foot up to toe the back side of his scrotum and then up his sweaty crack, then to his puckering asshole. The Judge flinched at the first touch of her foot to his tender balls and he braced himself for the blow that never came.

"Just one more little thing to take care before I turn Marisa loose on you."

She walked around beside him, firmly grabbed his hair with her right hand and jerked his head down, pushing down hard with her other hand between his shoulder blades to lower his head and neck to the angled wooden rectangle with the semi-circular hole. She swung her leg over his back and, still pushing his head down by his hair, sat down heavily between his shoulder blades forcing his neck into the opening. She let go of his hair and Marisa rapidly closedthe matching top to the stock over his neck. She pressed the tightly fitted hasp over the ring and locked a padlock onto it.

The forcing of his head down into the stock thrust his ass out even more, spreading him almost impossibly wide. He started to shake in both fear and lust as he knew what was coming next. Katrina dismounted from his back, walked over to a side table and picked up a thin birch rod. She flexed it a few times and walked over in front of him. He looked up and saw her flexing the rod, looking cruelly down at him, smirking as she looked him over. Still in her four inch heel sandels, she towered over him. The sound of her heels on the concrete floor "clicked" loudly and then changed tone as she passed from concrete, to the wooden platform and then back to concrete as she circled him.

Marisa had also stepped over to the side table and picked up a leather harness. It was already pre-fitted with a curved, four inch "g-spot" dildo on the inside of the center strap and an opposing six by one and a half inch dildo on the other side of the strap. She padded over to the Judge, still in her filmy white silk panties and bra top, and stopped directly in front of his trapped head. She tilted his head up by his hair so he was looking straight ahead at her thighs, lowered herself a bit and then jammed his widely stretched mouth against her wet, panty covered crotch.

"While you're warming her up, I think I'll warm you up," Katrina said, her voice coming from somewhere behind him.

"Crack," the first blow of the birch rod fell on his fleshy white ass cheek, immediately marking him with a red stripe. His grunting cry of pain was muffled as his face was pressed tightly against Marisa's crotch. He furiously licked at her crotch in the hope that if he serviced her well, Katrina would go easy on him. Of course, he was wrong.

"Crack," Katrina laid a second stripe on his jiggling ass, crossing the first, as he grunted loudly in pain. Marisa undid her top as she ground her wet, panty covered crotch into his face.

"Eat me motherfucker, . . . eat me good and I might go easy on you when I fuck you," she whispered in a hoarse voice.

She moaned as the Judge hit a good spot with his flicking tongue.

"Yes, . . . Yes! Dig that tongue in there. Lick it! Lick It!"

"Crack," Katrina marked his other cheek. "Crack," she laid another one right beside it. "Crack," . . . "Crack," . . . "Crack," she laid on three more in quick succession. The Judge reacted to each blow by licking harder, faster, thrusting his tongue against her slit, trying to poke a hole through the thin material. Marisa took a step back, out of his reach, hooked her thumbs inside the waist band of her panties and jerked them down. Stepping out of them, the Judge saw that her pubic area was completely shaved. It was as bare as an eight year old's but with a woman's fully developed anatomy. Clasping both of her hands behind his head, she jerked his open mouth hard into her slit and pressed it in, nose against her swollen clit.

"Crack," . . . "Crack," . . . "Crack," . . . "Crack," . . . "Crack," like a metronome, Katrina sliced up his rear end, drawing blood as her new blows crossed old ones. His butt was bright red as she laid the blows on. "Crack," . . . "Crack," . . . "Crack," . . .. She was perspiring heavily from the exertion as she hit him, letting a little of the rage she felt come out. He grunted loudly with each blow, smothered by Marisa's swollen gash and squeezing thighs. Marisa suddenly stepped back, not wanting to cum from his tongue alone. "Crack," . . . "Crack," . . . .

"That should be enough to get you warm and it sure looks like Marisa is heated up. He's all yours dear."

Marisa buckled on the harness she had dropped on the floor nearby and bent over between her legs to grasp the center strap with the two dildos. She rubbed the bulbous tip of the shorter one up and down her glistening gash, her labia puffed out and shiny. With the small shaft thoroughly wet from her juices, she slid it in her hot fuck hole, twisting it slightly to seat the tip against the sensitive g-spot on the roof of her tunnel. She sighed and shivered slightly when she found it and pressed it home. Then, she grasped the end of the center strap with her other hand and carefully brought it up to her belt, inserting the end into the waiting buckle and cinching it tightly between her legs. She tucked the end of the center strap inside her belt, put her hands on her hips, turned to Katrina and proudly showed off her jutting male member.

Katrina smiled back and laughed. Marisa showed her member to the Judge, tilting his head by his hair so he was looking straight at it. With her other hand she grasped the rigid rod at its base and directed it to the Judge's waiting open mouth. She traced the tip of it around the inside of his widely stretched lips. She moved it in a couple of inches and rested it on his tongue.

"Lick It John!" It may be the only lubrication you get."

The Judge rolled his eyes up to look at her as she spoke. He couldn't believe such a tiny little girl had him like this but it also so excited him. He licked the rod furiously as she rolled her hips in small circles, moving the rod around his mouth. She slid it in a few inches, stopping it just short of the back of his throat. He slid his tongue all around it taking her at her word that his saliva was all that stood between him and a painfully dry entrance in his rear end. Marisa slid the last inch in, striking the back of his throat and causing him to reflexively gag.

"Going to have to work on that gag reflex John. Here, . . . I'll help you."

Marisa pulled the shaft nearly all of the way put of his mouth and then savagely plunged it back in to the hilt, slamming it against his throat. The judge gagged and choked, tears rolled down his cheeks as he fought against the choking sensation and tried to relax his throat. She pumped his gaping mouth a few more times and then withdrew, tapping his lower lip with the tip of the dildo as it broke free. A long strand of saliva trailed from tip to lip, stretched thin and then broke as she stepped back and surveyed her prey, focused on the growing warm pressure building deep in her groin as she visualized the coming rape.

End of Part 7



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 08



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*

 Katrina watched the scene and mentally drifted back to an earlier time, a time when the situation was reversed and she was powerless and on her knees, a frightened teenager begging for mercy. It was thirteen years ago and had been in LA for six months after running away from her home in Duluth, Minnesota. She was working as a waitress at a diner to support herself and going to school at night to get her high school equivalency diploma. She didn't know what she wanted to do, but she knew that she didn't want to be cleaning up other people's dirty dishes for the rest of her life.

She met a guy while she was working at the diner, Ted, who took an interest in her and, after a week of parking himself at one of her tables, finally asked her out. He was nineteen, a little shaggy but otherwise nice, a little shy. He was "between jobs" and was a little vague about how he supported himself. Three weeks later, he picked her up after work in a shiny black Lincoln coupe. He said he borrowed it from his cousin for the night. She should have suspected something but was too naive and besides, she felt like a princess when he opened the door for her and she lowered herself onto the soft, plush leather seat.

He took her up to Lookout Point in the Hollywood Hills part of town. He had a quart of cheap Vodka and a half gallon of orange juice. He mixed a couple of tall screwdrivers in sixteen ounce plastic cups after they arrived at the scenic spot. She sipped her drink as he talked and gently rubbed her leg through her waitress uniform. She was nervous about the rubbing but the more she drank the less nervous she became. After a while she relaxed and started to get a wonderful tingling feeling in her groin. As she finished her drink she noticed that his hand was no longer on top of her uniform but was well under it, stroking the tops of her inner thighs, his other hand down the inside of the thin, cotton shift in back, rubbing between her shoulder blades.

She was feeling so good that she barely noticed when her seat started to recline, Ted working the control from his center console. In her fuzzy state of mind, time seemed to pass in jerky fits and starts rather than continuously. One moment, she was lying down in the seat, luxuriating in the soft feel and rich smell of the leather. The next moment it seemed, he was on top of her, the bottom of her skirt already up around her neck, her panties down below her knees and his fingers digging painfully into her vagina. She started to buck and yell but she felt weak and dizzy from the vodka and he was so heavy it seemed useless to resist.

He had his dick out of his pants and was rubbing it up and down her slit, when suddenly a blinding white light hit her eyes. A loud voice yelled "freeze, don't move!" Katrina was shocked and scared by the sudden light and loud voices. She didn't know what was going on and the vodka in her made everything "herky- jerky" as her door was suddenly flung open and Ted pulled unceremoniously off her.

"Get Your Hands on the Hood and Spread 'Em!" she heard through the fuzz of her addled brain. She still had no idea what was going on when she was pulled from the seat by two sets of rough hands and rolled onto the ground, pinned by a knee in her back.

"This car is on our hot sheet. You have the right to remain silent . . ."

She closed her eyes to escape the nightmare and, in what seemed to her moments later, opened them and found herself on the floor in a jail cell with seven other woman.

"Hey babe, looks like you've had a hard night. I be'n dare honey . . . Lordy, I be'n dare alright," she laughed and was joined in the laughter by the others.

Katrina looked up in the direction of the voice and through cloudy eyes saw the garishly made up black girl in pink latex hot pants, matching pink top and go-go boots. She started to sit up but her head hurt fiercely.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"It's five minutes to show time honey," the black girl said.

Katrina was puzzled by the answer, when she heard her name called by the guard through the cell bars.

"You're lawyer's here. Step up to the bars and turnaround."

Katrina stood shakily and approached the bars, stopping short of them and turning around. She felt a pair of strong hands grip her wrists and felt a sharp pain as a pair of handcuffs snapped on her.

She was led to a small room where a middle aged woman waited for her. Her cuffs were taken off and the door closed and locked behind her.

"Hi, my name is Sheryl Bailey and I have been appointed to defend you. Do you want to obtain your own counsel or do you want me to represent you as your lawyer?"

Katrina looked up at the tall, thin, immaculately dressed woman and said, "I don't know any lawyers and couldn't afford one if I did. What is going on anyway? I didn't do anything!"

"You've been charged with grand theft - auto. That Lincoln was stolen."

"But I didn't do it! It wasn't mine! Ted picked me up in it. He said he borrowed it from his cousin."

Sheryl looked down at a yellow legal pad on the wooden table, "that would be Ted McCauley?"

"Yes . . . yes, Ted, we've been dating for about three weeks. He picked me up after work in it."

"That's not Ted's story."

"What do you mean it's not his story. It's the truth!"

"That may be, but his story is that he never met you before; that you picked him up at a club in Santa Monica, and that he has two friends that were with him at the time that will swear to it."

"That's crazy!" We met at the diner. We've been seeing each other for three weeks. He picked me up last night in that car."

"Do you have any witnesses who can corroborate your story?"

"No, . . . He always picked me up after work. Nobody saw us together. We've mostly just been hanging out, . . . you know, going to clubs, movies and such. Nothing with other people."

"Well, I think you're in a lot of trouble honey. Ted got out on bail an hour ago. His father, Big Ed McCauley, somehow got his name bumped up to the top of the magistrate's arraignment list. I'm sure Big Ed will see to it that his son doesn't go to jail over this. That leaves you to take the fall."

"Who is Big Ed McCauley?"

"A lawyer honey, . . . a high powered lawyer, . . . about the highest powered there is. I'm sure he's lining up his son's alibi as we speak."

"What do I do?"

"Just do exactly what I tell you to do and you might get out of this."

Katrina started to cry. She tried to hold it back but it came poring out. Sheryl took her in her arms and hugged her, patting her on the back, rubbing her gently in the small of her back. Katrina liked the feel of her warm embrace. She felt her strong hands massaging her back and smelled her delicate perfume and suddenly felt safe, felt that everything would be alright. Sheryl shifted her hands to her shoulders, gripped them firmly, looked her squarely in the eyes and said:

"I know a judge who I think can help us. He's going on vacation tomorrow but if we move quickly and don't fight the charges, we might be able to get this in front to of him before he leaves and get you out on probation. What do you think?"

"Whatever you think is best Sheryl. I'm in your hands. I'll do whatever you say."

Katrina was returned to her cell, now empty after the "ladies" of the previous evening had all been arraigned and were out on bail. Time seemed to crawl by as she waited and hoped. Her stomach growled in hunger. She hadn't eaten anything since lunch the previous day, not counting the vodka screwdriver last night. She felt a little weak and dizzy. She closed her eyes to sleep and was startled awake as the guard called her name.

"Katrina! Get up girl, you're lawyer is here to see you."

She was returned to the same small conference room where Sheryl was waiting for her with a thick sheaf of papers in her hand. As she was led in and had her handcuffs removed, Sheryl came over and gave her a big hug.

"It'll be okay honey. I talked to the judge and he'll see you right away; as soon as you sign these papers. You'll be out by the end of the day."

She put the papers in front of Katrina and showed her where to sign.

"What am I signing?"

Just says you were joy riding - much less serious offense than grand theft and that you're sorry and will never do it again. The rest is all legalese. Don't worry about it."

She took the pen and signed and initialed in the several places Sheryl indicated..

"Good. Let's get you cleaned up for your meeting with the judge. The guard will take you down to the washroom where you can shower and freshen up. Here, I packed you some soap, toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, hairbrush and spray, make-up and some fresh underwear - the stuff you have on is probably pretty gamey by now," she smiled.

She gave Katrina another tight hug, running her hands down her back and hips and back up. She took her face in her hands and kissed her lightly on the cheek, brushed her lips against hers and then kissed her again on the other cheek. Katrina looked at her and saw a strange look in her eyes. Must be my imagination Katrina thought, but she could have sworn that Sheryl gave her nipples a little brush as she moved her hands back up from her hips, and that look, . . . that look. As a very pretty girl, Katrina had sen that look before, but never from another girl.

The guard led her off to the shower room where she watched as Katrina stripped down before getting into the shower. The guard's heavy, drooping boobs heaved up and down as she took a deep breath after seeing Katrina's nubile young body stripped down to her panties and bra. Katrina was nearly in tears as she turned to hide her most private parts from the leering guard as she lowered her panties to the ground and stepped out of them. She quickly unhooked her bra and stepped into the large, tile covered shower stall. It had no curtain or door so Katrina kept herself turned away from the guard as she washed herself. She soaped up and rinsed off quickly to get out from under her leering eyes. Taking a towel off the hook, she dried herself and again turned to avoid the prying eyes of the matron She slipped on the fresh panties and bra Sheryl had packed for her. She could tell from the first touch that they were of the best quality - sheer black silk.

She put her light blue prison shift back on and her prison tennis shoes and then took her bagful of toiletries to the sink where she brushed her teeth, combed and brushed her thick red, curly hair and put it up in a ponytail. She carefully applied her make-up, not particularly liking the bright red lipstick but putting it on nonetheless because Sheryl had packed it for her. Maybe the judge likes the color, she mused to herself. Who knows. This whole thing is crazy but I gotta do whatever Sheryl tells me. She knows the system. She's the only one on my side.

She finished applying the make-up, eyeliner, rouge to highlight her high cheekbones and eyeshadow to draw attention to her beautiful green eyes. When she was done, she put her wrists out to the guard who cuffed her and led her out, letting her hand linger and squeeze on her tight little derriere.

Sheryl was waiting for her back in the small conference room. Her eyebrows rose in pleasant surprise and she smiled broadly when she saw Katrina come into the room. She motioned to the stocky guard to take her cuffs off, which she did, patting her bottom when she was done. Sheryl put her hands on Katrina's shoulders and looked at her closely, eyeing her from top to bottom, turning her around to see her from all angles.

"You clean up very well my dear. I think you will make a very good impression on the Judge. Just do what I tell you to do and I think you'll get out of this mess."

She brought her right hand up to Katrina's cheek and stroked it gently, then brought her closer and kissed her gently on the cheek and then on her closed eyelid as she massaged her shoulder and back with her other hand. Katrina felt warm and safe in the older woman's arms and was made a little dizzy by her soft perfume.

"C'mon, let's go. His Honor is waiting. We don't want to be late."

She took Katrina by the hand and led her out, trailed a few steps behind by the guard. Katrina looked at Sheryl and noticed that she had changed from her pressed, tailored business suit to a short black skirt and nearly see-through white blouse. She had even changed her hose and shoes from neutral beige to sheer black and low heeled, closed toed pumps to high heeled, open toed sandels. Her immaculate dark red polished toenails matched her long fingernails and, what appeared to be fresh lipstick. Katrina thought it was a little odd that Sheryl would dress so casually, and . . ., frankly, sexily, to see the Judge, but figured that she knew him and must know what she was doing.

They entered the anteroom of the Judge's chambers. Sheryl motioned for the guard to wait outside. The matron took a seat outside the door and smiled a bit as she left. She had been there before and knew it would take about an hour so she made herself comfortable. Katrina noticed that the Judge's secretary was gone, probably for the day, with the vinyl cover over her monitor and her desk clear. She looked up at the large, institutional wall clock and saw it was three thirty. She was nervous and she licked her lips several times to wet them. Sheryl took her by the hand and led her over to the brown leather couch opposite the secretary's desk.

"It will just be a few minutes. Are you okay."

"Yeah, a little nervous. What does the Judge want? If he knows I'm innocent, why can't he just set me free. Why does he want to see me."

"He wants you dear."

Katrina was silent; not sure of what she just heard.

"I'm sorry, what did you say Sheryl?"

"I said he wants you honey." Sheryl looked directly into her eyes as she said it and she wasn't smiling. She was still holding her hand and now was gently stroking the top of it with her other hand.

"What do you mean he wants me?"

"What do you think it means darling?"

"I . . . I don't know."

"I think you do. You're not completely grown up but you're not a child either. Somehow, I get the impression that you're not a virgin. You know what he wants - he wants what every man wants."

Katrina jumped a little, startled at the word "virgin." She was silent a few moments as Sheryl's words sunk in. This can't be happening, she thought.

"This is a joke, isn't it Sheryl. Okay, you've had your fun, now please cut it out."

"This is no joke Katrina. What you do the next hour will determine whether you go to prison, a real state prison, not this local lock-up, for a long time, years maybe, or whether you'll walk out of here free at the end of the day."

"Bu . . . Buttt, . . . But you said if I signed the confession and all I'd go free."

"No honey, I said if you signed it, I might get the Judge to let you off. I never said signing it was the only thing you'd have to do. Katrina honey, we only have a few more minutes before the Judge buzzes for us, you have to make up your mind quickly. I hope you'll be smart and play along. If you don't, . . . well if you don't you could get sent away for a long time. I've seen the Judge react very badly, very vengefully to being rejected. He can be a really mean son of a bitch. Don't cross him. It will go very badly for you.

"But, . . . but what does he want me to do?"

"Whatever he tells you to do and you must do it immediately, without argument or resistence. It will only be for an hour. You can do anything for an hour and you must, you must, if you want to get out of this. I'll be in there with you. The Judge likes me to play also so I'll be there."

"What if I don't. What if I just report this whole thing!" Katrina said angrily, eyes flaring.

Sheryl looked at her sympathetically, rubbed the top of her hand gently, kneading it with her thumb and said:

"I'm afraid he will send you to prison for a long time. The document you signed not only confessed to the auto theft but waived your right to a trial, submitting yourself for immediate sentencing to the judge, this judge. As for reporting this - honey, nobody will believe you. You'll be just one more convicted felon crying wolf."

"But, . . . but you know the truth. You'll back me up."

"I'd like to honey but I can't. The Judge has powerful friends. My career, and possibly my life, will be over if I cross him. No, I can't back you."

Katrina started to cry. Frightened, angry, she didn't know what to do. She was crushed completely when Sheryl said that she wouldn't back her if she reported the Judge. She knew she was trapped. He had her. She just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

"Okay, . . . okay," she whispered, "I'll play along. I'll do what he says and I'll keep my mouth shut. I just want out of here. Whatever it takes, I'll do it."

"You show great wisdom and maturity dear. Just keep your goal in mind and don't fight it. Go with it. I'll be there with you. You might even have some fun," Sheryl smiled and winked a little at her last sentence.

Katrina nearly jumped out of her skin when the loud summoning "buzzzzz" sounded. Installed to summon his secretary for dictation, it served now to summon a "snack" for the distinguished judge. Sheryl helped the 'morsel" to her feet and led her through the connecting door to his private chambers.

End of Part 8



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 09



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It was a large room, surrounded by mahogany bookshelves lined with thick volumes, most with dark colored spines and gold lettering. They were the numerous case reporters; the text of previous case opinions that collectively defined justice in America. Judge Reynolds was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk in a high backed, black leather chair. He was still in his black judicial robes with a white shirt and striped red tie just visible over the robe's neckline. He was distinguished looking but not handsome, a sharp nose, weak chin and the beginnings of jowls spoiling otherwise pleasant features. His bushy eyebrows rose as Sheryl entered the room with Katrina in tow.

"Come in Sheryl, come in. It's so good to see you again. You look lovelier every time I see you. Please sit down and bring your pretty young friend with you."

He motioned to the maroon leather couch in front of his desk. Sheryl moved to the couch and sat down, firmly pulling Katrina along with her.

"I see you are wearing the necklace I gave you on your birthday. It looks lovely on you."

Sheryl absently fingered the yellow and white gold woven link chain choker at the base of her neck, red nails contrasting with her pale skin and white blouse.

"Yes, thank you again John. You have exquisite taste."

The Judge unzipped his robe, took it off and hung it on the coat rack behind him next to his gray suit jacket. Katrina could see the rest of his heavily starched white shirt and striped tie and the top of his matching gray trousers. He walked around to the front of his desk and leaned back on it with his hands and butt, crossing his legs in a relaxed pose. He was short and stocky, not fat, not yet, but certainly headed in that direction. Wordlessly, he thrust his arms out towards Sheryl. She responded immediately and went to him, fitting herself between his arms and hugging him tightly. Katrina watched in amazement as Sheryl brought her hand up slowly along the Judge's inner thigh and cupped his bulge.

"Well, I see you're happy to see me John. Or is it my young friend here that has you hard as a rock?"

The Judge whispered a response in her ear and she giggled, throwing her head back and giving his growing bulge another light squeeze. He exhaled loudly and ran his hand lightly over her front, beginning at her neck and moving down along her curves, over her breasts to her hips and then down to her thigh and back up under her mini skirt. She sighed at his touch, closing her eyes and tilting her head up. He kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he ran his middle and forefinger up her panty covered slit, already moist with her growing lust. He slowly broke the kiss and whispered again in her ear. She smiled up at him and, as she turned to go back to the couch, he patted her lightly on the rump.

Sheryl sat back down on the couch and slid herself into a corner, lower back wedged between the high padded armrest and thickly padded back. She drew Katrina to her, guiding the frightened girl to slide back on the smooth couch so her back rested on Sheryl's breasts and her butt and legs were between her own. She whispered in Katrina's ear:

"He wants to watch us a little. It turns him on and, frankly, having him watch me with you turns me on too. You are an incredibly beautiful young girl. This could be a lot of fun if you relax and just enjoy it. I guarantee I'll get your juices going." Ever done it with a woman before?"

"Ye . . . yes I have. My best friend growing up, we sort of experimented on each other."

"Did you enjoy it?"

Katrina blushed and looked down at her hands enclosed in Sheryl's as she said: "Yes, . . . I did."

Sheryl leaned over and kissed her gently behind the ear and then licked the bottom of her ear lobe with the tip of her tongue. Katrina sucked in a deep breath at the first touch of her tongue. Sheryl brought her hand up to Katrina's breasts and gently rubbed the tips through the coarse, cotton shift. Katrina gasped as soon as Sheryl touched her nipples. Sheryl's hand drifted down to Katrina's waist, over her young, taut abdomen and down her bare thigh. Katrina sighed at the gentle touch. Sheryl noticed the goose bumps rising on her thigh as she ran her fingernails lightly over it. Katrina closed her eyes and absently parted her thighs a little to make room for Sheryl's deliciously gentle touch.

The Judge intently watched the erotic scene unfolding in front of him. His rod was bulging against his zipper and a small, wet stain began to appear at the top of his fly. He massaged the understand of his stiff member through his pocket, pushing hard at the underside of his dick near the base and running his pressing fingers up to the tip. He watched Sheryl's soft, stroking hand disappear under the young girl's blue cotton jail shift and saw Katrina draw deep breaths, sighing as the older woman's fingers stroked the girl's slit through her black silk panties. The Judge could hardly contain himself.

"Take it off her. Take it off her Sheryl," the Judge exclaimed, panting as he spoke.

Sheryl immediately complied with his order, raising Katrina's arms straight over her head and then taking the girl's prison shift on either side by its hem and lifting it straight up and over her head and arms. In a moment, the gaping judge had an eye full of the slim young girl. He watched her draw her knees up to her chest and spread them, opening her wet, panty covered vulva to the older woman's knowing ministrations. Sheryl brought her right hand down to her wet crotch and began stroking her up and down, lingering at the top to make small circular motions around her stiffening clit and then drawing her middle finger down the moist slit to her rear hole. Her left hand stayed busy massaging the young girl's breasts through the sheer bra as she nuzzled the nape of her neck from behind.

Katrina no longer took any notice of the leering Judge as she kept her eyes closed and just let herself go with the warm, sexy feeling that was building in her loins. She kicked off her tennis shoes and brought her knees further back, digging her heels into her own butt and spreading her knees as widely as they would go. Sheryl slipped her left hand behind Katrina and undid the bra clasp with the one hand, freeing her ample breasts. Her nipples were like pebbles as Sheryl worked them in small circles with the palm of her hand and tweaked them between her middle and forefinger. Katrina's mouth hung open slackly, saliva dribbled out of the lower corner as she moaned in response to Sheryl's multiple assaults on her senses.

Katrina slipped her hand behind her back and started snaking it up Sheryl nylon clad leg to her soft inner thigh and the edge of her own wet silk panties. Sheryl was at first surprised by the touch and then smiled in recognition. Katrina skillfully worked her fingers under the edge of the older woman's panties and ran her fingers through her pubic hair, searching blindly for her wet gash. It wasn't hard to find. She merely followed the trail of slick ooze rolling down the sides of her pubic mound back to its source and found the hot honey pot.

Sheryl was dying to eat her out and have her service her own cunt in return. She hooked both thumbs into the young girl's panty waistband and pulled them down over her hips. Katrina felt the tug and helped her, lifting her butt off the couch by pushing down on her feet and back with her head against Sheryl's chest. They slipped off easily as Sheryl guided them up to her bent knees and then back down over her smooth calves. Katrina stepped out of them with one foot and then the other. Sheryl immediately dove into the young girl's crotch with two fingers, running them up to her engorged clit and massaging around it in small circles and then back down to her oozing cunt hole where she plunged both fingers deeply into her hot tunnel and stroked them in and out, flicking the girl's clit with her thumb.

The last of her inhibitions gone, Katrina was moaning loudly with each thrust of the older woman's stiff fingers. She was thrusting her hips up to meet those fingers and to press her clit harder against the flicking thumb. Sheryl added a third finger and thrust them in up to the second knuckle, playing with the girl's swollen clit with the ball of her thumb, rolling the tip of it around and around as Katrina started to pant loudly. With her fingers still deep in her tunnel, she turned her hand around so the heel and palm were resting on her clit. She pushed down with the heel of her hand against her clit and swollen labia and rotated it in small circles. Katrina gasped in surprise at the powerful tingling pleasure that surged through her at the firm touch.

With the young, red headed girl panting and quaking, on the very edge of orgasm, Sheryl slipped out from behind her, laid her down with her head raised on the padded arm of the couch and slid down her front of her open thighs. Her three fingers went back to their warm, wet, resting place, sliding in slowly, as she dipped her tongue in above them to collect some of Katrina's flowing cunt juices and brought her tongue up to her pulsating clit. With her eyes closed and her mouth gaping open, Katrina screamed in pure, mind-tingling pleasure as her entire womb convulsed in orgasm at the first touch of her tongue. She was mentally gone, off to another place, and barely noticed the smooth, hot touch of hard cock against her lips.

Katrina opened her eyes just in time to see the hulking figure of Judge Reynolds hovering over her face, one knee on the armrest beside her ear, the foot of the other leg planted on the floor. Before she could close her mouth, he shoved the entire length of his hard dick into it, past her surprised tongue and down her throat, stopping only when he struck the narrow opening of her esophagus. She gagged immediately, throat contracting around his swollen dick head. She started to cough but was stopped short by the head of his dick acting like a plug. It redirected the force of the cough through her nose, burning her nasal passage and forcing clear mucus to run from her nostrils. She felt like she was choking; she couldn't breath as her first attempt to draw breath through her mouth was stopped short by his ramming pole.

Katrina went from utter ecstacy one moment to frightened panic the next. The Judge withdrew his engorged shaft, pulling it back over her tongue. Before it broke free of her lips, Katrina tried to form the word no but couldn't get her tongue up to the roof of her mouth. All that came out was "owh! Owh!" Saliva dribbled out of the corners of her mouth as the Judge grabbed her thick red hair in his left hand and drove his prong home, deep into her mouth cavern, again banging the back of her throat.

"Suck on it bitch! Suck On It!"

Katrina continued to struggle, yanking her head back and forth, trying to get the invading pink rod out of her mouth. She was panicked as she took a couple of ragged breaths through her nose but continued to try to push his dick out of her mouth.

"Okay bitch, want to play? Huh! Want to play?!" Judge Reynolds hissed as he took a tighter grip on her hair.

The Judge viciously twisted and yanked her head by her hair and then brought his right hand up to her nose and tightly pinched off her nostrils with his thumb and forefinger.

"Okay babe, you can have air when you start sucking me right. Until then, all you get is hard cock!"

The Judge started to rapidly piston his red hot dick in and out of her mouth in deep strokes, pounding away, bloated balls tapping on her upturned chin as she struggled under him for air. Katrina's lungs were burning as he squeezed off her air without warning, before she could even get a deep breath to hold and sustain her. She was starting to black out. She felt as though she was starting to die and reflexively acted in desperation to save herself. On his next out stroke, with his swollen head just inside of her lips and poised to plunge in, she bit him, hard. Her teeth clamped together just behind the swollen glans of his dick head. Her sharp canines broke skin on the top and the serrated edges of her two lower front teeth made a deep gash in the underside.

"Yaaaaaaaa! AAAAh! AAAAAAAAAh! What the fuck?! You bit me! The bitch bit me! I'm, . . . I'm bleeding! The fucking bitch Bit Me!"

The Judge was hopping around the room in pain, holding his cock, blood dripping out and running down the palm of his hand.

"Get the slut outta here! Get Her Out, Sheryl!" Jesus, the little slut bit me!"

Sheryl was stunned at the sudden turn of events and was frozen in place at first, mouth still over Katrina's dripping cunt lips, fingers holding her inner thighs apart.

. . .

Returning to the present, Katrina's reverie was broken by the sound of the Judge's loud moan as her mental picture from the past of the Judge hopping around in pain dissolved and the scene in front of her came back into focus. Marisa was standing behind his upthrust ass, left hand holding the warmed squeeze bottle of mineral oil, right hand cupped under his ass crack as a stream of the warm, viscous oil streamed out of the bottle's nozzle down his crack and pooled in the upturned palm of her hand. The Judge was panting, fat belly hanging down and jiggling as he felt the warm lubricant run down his crack, past his yearning anus. Although his legs were splayed, his arms pinned to the side posts and his head trapped in the stocks, he still managed to wiggle his bottom a little and reach back with it, rubbing himself against her small, slick hand. Marisa looked over at Katrina and smiled as she saw the Judge's reaction. Katrina smiled back in response.

"You're a real slut, aren't you John," Marisa said as she playfully slapped him on the raw, red cheek of his birch whipped ass. The Judge jumped in response to the stinging blow and then stopped immediately when Marisa started to circle his sensitive little anal button with her tiny middle finger. The Judge moaned again through his widely opened mouth, jaws still held as wide as they would go by the dental appliance. Saliva dripped down his chin as he couldn't close his lips to stop it. She slid her middle finger in up to the first knuckle. A low murmur of satisfaction came from deep in the Judge's throat. Marisa slipped her left hand down to his pendulous balls and circled his scrotum just above his nuts with her thumb and forefinger. She slowly drew them down, stretching his scrotal sack as she penetrated his ass further with her middle finger. The Judge's moans got louder and more urgent. Marisa continued her downward pressure on his balls as she slid her middle finger in up to the hilt. Her third knuckle pressed against his sensitive anus and her oiled palm pressed against the inner walls of his ass cheeks, spreading them further.

Marisa paused for a few moments to take in the scene. Although the Judge's freedom of movement was severely restricted, he managed to start humping himself on her stiffened middle finger with short thrusts of his ass. Marisa pulled down harder on his balls to see what effect it would have. He groaned loudly in response and squeezed down hard on her invading finger with his sphincter muscle. She put the tip of her ring finger on the puckered opening, stiffened it and slid it in beside her middle finger.

"Oh! Oh! OH!" The Judge grunted in surprise as his anal opening was being stretched by her second invading finger. Marisa adjusted her grip on his nuts, closing the other fingers of her left hand around his ball sack and squeezing it as she tugged them down. The Judge reacted to the squeezing sensation immediately with a loud grunt and mildly frantic wiggling of his behind. Marisa tightened her grip and thrust her ring finger all the way into his rectum. She slowly worked both fingers in and out, spreading them apart to stretch his hole. The tight grip on his balls and penetrating fingers in his ass brought the Judge to a fever pitch. Despite the grip on his nuts, he humped back in rhythm to meet her plunging fingers. The head of his dick sticking out of the restraining tube was grossly swollen and dark purple in color. With no restraining tube, he would have come immediately, just from the pressure on his nuts and prostrate.

Marisa added her forefinger to the invading digits, sliding it in with some difficulty through his tight, resisting opening.

"Aaaaa! AAAaaaaa! Ahhhhhhhhh! The Judge grunted as he felt her third finger slide in. Despite the tiny width of her fingers, three of them together stretched him beyond anything he had used on himself and he felt a sharp pain as his incredibly tight sphincter stretched to accommodate her digits. He stopped humping back and was very still as she pressed her fingers in with steady pressure, using his balls like a handle for leverage. She was nearly in to the third knuckle when she suddenly turned and twisted her fingers, plunging them in as far as they would go, withdrawing them to the tips and then twisting and plunging them in again. Like a router, she was opening his hole, stretching the walls of his rectum and coating them with oil at the same time.

The Judge was panting heavily as she opened him up. She spread her fingers slightly, opening him further and then began a rapid, piston like motion, twisting her hand to get the full effect. The Judge grunted in time to the thrusts. His legs shook uncontrollably as the pressure on his prostrate was almost unbearably painful and pleasurable at the same time. He reflexively thrust out with his groin with each thrust of her fingers into his ass but with the restraining tube tightly gripping his dick he could not orgasm or derive any feeling of pleasure from his squeezed manhood.

Marisa was bursting with lust at the sight and feel of her fingers reaming out the Judge. The smell of sex and sweat and oil was intoxicating. The urge to fuck him was overwhelming. She inched up a little closer to his ass, released his balls and with her now free hand guided the tip of her dildo to the crack of his ass and pushed it so it rested lightly on the penetrating fingers of her other hand. As she withdrew those fingers she thrust her hips forward, sliding the ersatz dick into his gaping hole, replacing her fingers. The Judge felt the change in girth but before he could react, she had half the dildo shoved into him.

With the fingers of her right hand slick with oil, she gripped his pendulous, hanging balls tightly and pulled down on them hard with a sudden jerking motion. Just as the Judge was reacting to the sudden pain in his nuts, she thrust her hips forward, plunging the remaining length of the six inch dildo into his ass, opening virginal rectal territory that had not been reached by her tiny fingers.

OH! OH! OHHhhhhhhhhhh! Gach! AAAAAaaaaaaaaaHHhhhhhhhh! The Judge screamed from deep in his throat as Marisa rammed her dick home in one vicious thrust. Marisa felt his entire ass and anal sphincter contract in an involuntary spasm to halt the sudden invasion. Too late. She was already in him up to the hilt. He had never felt anything like it. It had taken his breath away. He was stunned, frozen in place. Marisa paused for a few moments and then began a slow circular motion with her hips, grinding her groin into him, pressing the leather crotch plate of her harness against his squeezing sphincter, feeling the inner dildo press and rub against her g-spot. She changed her grip on his nuts, releasing them momentarily, bringing her arm around his thigh and then gripping them tightly in her palm as she pressed her cock into him as deeply as it would go. She added a short pumping motion to the circular grind, withdrawing the latex dick a couple of inches before ramming it home, finishing each deep thrust with a series of circular grinds into his crack. With each deep thrust, the Judge let out an involuntary grunt, "Unghh," as the air was forced out of him by the force of her thrust.




The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 09



"Yes judge, your honor, your royal holiness, enjoy your fucking. You asked for it. You paid for it. Enjoy, because soon you'll learn that you're going to get a special "bonus,", one I've been dying to award you for more than ten years," Katrina thought to herself as she watched Marisa ream him.

"They always say, be careful what you ask for because you just might get it. Fuck him good my dearest Marisa. Take him up to the top of the highest mountain. I want him quivering on the precipice of the most massive, all encompassing, soul shattering orgasm when I take over and he discovers, to his utter horror, the real agenda. Fuck him good my darling. My fury has had a long time to grow and fester. I am about to loose it upon you my pudgy little Judge Reynolds - payment in full . . . ," Katrina thought as she planned her next move.

End of Part 9



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 10



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This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author.

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Katrina's eyes glazed over, no longer seeing the erotic, frenetic ass fucking of the pompous Justice; she lost in the images of that fateful afternoon of so long ago. To Katrina, it was like it happened yesterday. Every image, every sound, every smell, came back to her with crystal clarity. The nightmare started when the matron came running into the judge's chambers, summoned by the sound of His Honor howling in pain from Katrina's reflexive bite on his turgid organ.

"Get the bitch outta here Mandy! Take her back to her cell! Have her back in my courtroom at four o'clock, sharp! Oh, and Mandy, put her in full restraints. She likes to bite."

Mandy seized Katrina, placing her powerful hands on her shoulders, spun her around, wrenched her left arm behind her and snapped on the cuffs. Then she quickly secured her other wrist to it with a none too gentle backwards jerk of her right arm.

"Get on your Knees! Now! Drop!" Mandy yelled into Katrina's ear."

Katrina started to squat down slowly, awkwardly, as she struggled to keep her balance. The matron pushed down hard on her shoulders to move her along, driving her down hard on her knees. Holding her by the shoulders, she bent over and whispered in her ear, "okay my little hellcat, on your belly."

Mandy gripped her tightly by the shoulders and drove her torso down to the thick carpet, placing her meaty hand on the back of her head and pressing her face into the floor.

"Okay honey, just lie still and cooperate. If you fight me, I'll hurt you, . . . bad."

Katrina was too surprised and frightened to resist. She lay perfectly still as the matron dug into her side pouch and pulled out a gag consisting of a black rubber ball and a thick, black , leather harness.

Putting one knee in the center of her back and grabbing a fistful of hair, the powerful matron yanked Katrina's head back. As the young girl opened her mouth to scream in pain and protest, the matron roughly shoved the rubber ball gag in her mouth, let go of her hair and quickly buckled the leather harness behind her head, pulling the strap so tightly that the corners of her mouth were completely caved in.

"That's a nice little girl. We'll be done in a minute. Just you hold still."

Katrina struggled initially with the sudden feeling that she was suffocating but calmed down when she realized she could breath through her nose. The stout matron was sitting on Katrina's ass, painfully jamming the young girl's pelvis into the floor but Katrina could do nothing to move her. She was utterly pinned under her weight.

Mandy was breathing heavily from the exertion but continued on, removing the ankle cuffs and chain from her pouch. She spun around on Katrina's ass to face her legs, grabbed one ankle, bent her leg back, put the cuff on, dropped it, bent the other one back, cuffed it and dropped it back to the sound of the short hobble chain rattling as her leg bounced on the carpet. She spun back around on Katrina's ass, reached into her pouch and pulled out her favorite restraint - the arm binder.

This devilish little device was not standard equipment. It was Mandy's own personal little item for dealing with recalcitrant prisoners. It consisted of two leather cuffs that went on just above the victim's elbows, separated by a chain whose length could be adjusted through a small fitting on one cuff. Like a miniature chain fall, it provided mechanical advantage and had a brake for holding the length selected.

Mandy put the elbow cuffs on her, slid herself up further so she was sitting on Katrina's lower back and then released the brake on the fitting. She took a tight grip on the end of the chain, wound it few times around her meaty hand, put her other hand squarely between Katrina's shoulder blades, and then suddenly shifted her weight to the hand pressing down on Katrina's back.

Without warning, she suddenly yanked up on the chain, drawing it rapidly through the fitting, viciously pulling Katrina's upper arms towards each other as the chain length between the cuffs shortened to about six inches. Katrina's muffled cries of pain and surprise could only barely be heard through the tight gag. Only her flailing legs hinted at the enormous pain that shot through her upper back and shoulders. Mandy set the brake on the fitting to hold the length and then sat back on Katrina's rump, releasing the pressure from her back.

The square cut matron took several deep breaths; wiped the sweat from her brow with her thick forearm; pushed a lock of her short black hair off her forehead; put her hands on her hips and said:

"Looking good little fox. Just one more slight adjustment and we'll be out of here."

With that, Mandy swung herself off Katrina's butt, to the young girl's temporary relief; knelt beside her; pulled her up a quarter turn so the trussed prisoner was facing away from her while lying on her side. Mandy then planted her shod feet squarely in Katrina's back, one between her shoulder blades and the other on her spine; took a firm grip on the chain that was still wrapped around her hand; released the brake on the fitting with an almost silent "click," and, without warning, yanked back as hard as she could on the chain, using her legs on Katrina's back to develop tremendous leverage and force.

Katrina was stunned at the sudden move, believing her restraint had already been completed. The suddenness and force of the tug forced her upper arms almost completely together. Katrina was nearly broken in half by the force of the jerk which folded her upper body lengthwise along the centerline of her back. The matron reset the brake and then disdainfully rolled her back on her belly.

Katrina flailed on the floor in pain as her upper back muscles were nearly torn from the bone from the wrenching, tight restraint. Her shoulders were pulled all the way back and grotesquely folded and bent in towards each other.

She tried desperately to loosen the bonds pinning her arms so cruelly back but to no avail. The matron swung back on top of her, grabbed her by the hair and back of her shift and stood up, hauling Katrina up as she went. As she straightened up, her breasts were unnaturally thrust out as her pinioned arms pushed her chest out. Pressed against her thin cotton shift, they looked like traffic cones as they pointed up.

"Okay honey, come along with me. We have unfinished business."

The matron grabbed her by the upper arm, spun her around facing the door and frog marched her out. She nearly tripped on the first step, her stride stopped short by the hobble chain. The powerful matron gripped her, preventing her fall but the jerk back up on her arm sent a jolt of pain through her twisted upper back.

"Four o'clock sharp Mandy! And Mandy, . . . you needn't be gentle with her," the Judge said and smiled slightly for the first time since he was bitten.

"You're a fool Katrina. You were almost clear of the whole thing. You're on your own kiddo. I'll do nothing more for you," her lawyer, Sheryl, yelled after her as the matron shoved her out of the judge's chambers.

Expecting to be taken back to her cell, she was surprised when the matron jerked her to the left, through an entrance to another judge's chamber.

"Judge Reilly's on vacation. I don't think he'd mind if we borrowed his place for a half hour or so, do you? Oh, have nothing to say on the subject, eh?" Mandy cackled to the gagged young girl as she continued to jerk, almost drag her through the secretary's alcove and through the gold lettered mahogany door of the vacationing judge's chamber. Like the other chamber, it also had a leather couch which the matron headed for directly, stumbling young girl in tow.

"Get on the couch Bitch!"

Katrina was whimpering, crying as she pressed her knees to the edge of the couch and allowed the matron to guide her down on her belly, turning her slightly so she could fit lengthwise on the soft leather.

The tears started to flow heavily as the pain tore through her back and shoulders. She dreaded the next half hour. Instinctively, she knew why the matron had dragged her into the empty chamber. The chunky, plain faced guard hadn't taken her eyes off her in the shower and now it was time to take what she wanted. The matron knelt down and put her face right into Katrina's gagged visage and said:

"Here's the deal honey - I'll be nice to you if you'll be nice to me. I'll loosen those terrible arm binders if, . . . if, . . . well, if you're nice to me. Verrrry Nice! Understand honey."

Katrina didn't respond. She didn't nod yes or no or give any indication of whether she would cooperate. She just stared back at the matron's toothy grin, revolted by the brownish yellow teeth and awful breath.

"Understand!" Mandy said with menace as she reached out for Katrina's hair and yanked it back for emphasis.

Katrina slowly nodded her head yes as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"That a girl. Now you're being smart."

The matron stood back up, unbuckled the utility belt and pouch girding her thick middle and dropped it on the carpet beside her. She loosened and slipped out of her mid calf length uniform skirt and stepped out of her low heeled, institutional pumps. She started to unbutton her blouse with her right hand as she rubbed her wet, panty covered crotch with her left. She brought her pussy juice soaked fingers up to her nose and sniffed.

"Ahhhhh! I've been hot for you all day - ever since I took you to your lawyer this morning. I almost jumped you in the shower but I couldn't be sure we'd be alone. But I've got you now and honey, you better be real nice to me because I can get real mean when I've got the hots and baby, I've got the hots for you!"

She brought her pussy soaked fingers down to Katrina's nose and shoved them against her nostrils. With the gag shutting off the airway from her mouth, she had no choice but to inhale through her nose, getting the full impact of the older woman's pungently musky smell.

"Like it honey? Well, you're going to get a whole bunch more of this. All you can handle, . . . and then some."

The stout woman climbed onto Katrina's butt like she was mounting a horse, sitting back and pressing her knees alongside the young girl's hips. She finished unbuttoning her blouse, took it off and draped it over the back of the couch. Her large, drooping breasts swung free even in the cheap bra as the blouse came off. The matron sat there in bra, garter belt, white cotton panties and beige stockings and tried to catch her breath.

"Just relax honey and I'll loosen that arm-binder."

She bent over at the waist to reach for the fitting and release the brake, the movement putting her pendulous breasts into motion and turning the two rolls of fat around her middle into three.

Katrina could feel the woman's soaked panties through her cotton shift as she pressed down on her butt as she leaned forward. Katrina felt nauseous but fought to control it fearing she would choke on her own vomit with the gag in place. She felt the woman's hands on her upper arms fiddling with something and suddenly felt an enormous release of tension in her upper back and shoulders as she loosened the arm-binders. She didn't take them off, but let out the chain to about nine inches in length - still a tight restraint, but in comparison to the back breaking tension of before, a significant relief.

"There, that should feel much better. That should let you concentrate on other things besides the pain, isn't that right honey?"

Katrina lay perfectly still, allowing the muscles in her upper back to relax and shift back to a semi-normal state. Mandy slipped a hand under the hem of the young girl's shift and crawled it up between her thighs to her bare crotch, the panties having been already removed previously by her lawyer, Sheryl. It was still moist and dewy from Sheryl's ministrations.

Mandy smiled and slid her middle finger up and down Katrina's wet slit, pausing at the top to feel for her hardened bud. The young girl's hips moved involuntarily in response, pressing down to meet the stiff, sliding digit. Mandy pulled her hand out and tasted her wet middle finger.

"Mmmmmm, you taste real good honey, fresh and sweet."

She licked the girl's juices from her finger and then reached around behind her own back to unhook her bra. Fumbling for a moment, she found the catch and unhooked it, sliding the large cupped bra straps down her arms and off. Her large, pasty white teats swung free, the bulbous, rounded flesh flattened and rested on her lower chest as she straightened up.

She lifted her left breast up to her mouth and tasted the dark brown nipple with the tip of her tongue, laving it like a cat cleaning its fur. She slipped her hand down her own panties. The first touch on her love button was electric, sending a powerful wave of pleasure through her deep in her hairy groin.

She took a few swipes of her wet slit with two fingers and brought them out to sniff and taste.

"Not bad, but I like your taste better. There's nothing that tastes better than fresh young meat."

She massaged both of her nipples with her thumbs as she spoke:

"Okay honey, I'm going to take off that nasty old gag but if you raise a ruckus I'll have it back on in a jiffy and I'll hurt you bad . . . real bad, . . . real baaaad." Her voice deepened and lowered to a whisper as she repeated and emphasized the threat.

"Anyway, these chambers are sound proofed so the judges can work undisturbed. Even if you yelled nobody would hear you; . . . nobody but me, . . . just me honey . . . ."

The matron leaned over, heavy breasts swaying and loosened the strap of Katrina's gag. She reached around to the girl's mouth and pulled out the ball gag, removed the entire harness and laid it over the back of the couch within easy reach. Katrina exercised her mouth, opening and closing it, trying to get the numbness out of her lips.

Mandy lifted Katrina's hair up in back to reveal her slender white neck, leaned down all of the way, pressed her heavy breasts and large nipples into the girls back and pinioned arms and kissed her lightly at the hairline. She then ran her tongue up and down the nape of her neck, licking and tasting as she went. She drifted over to her left ear and circled the inside of the lobe with her tongue. The circles drew smaller as she closed in on her ear canal, finally thrusting the tip of her tongue into the small tunnel over and over again.

For Katrina, the tickling, squelching sensation was annoying; the weight of the woman pressing on her back and bound arms was unbearable. She could hardly breathe.

"God, get this fucking cow off of me. I can't breath, . . . can't breath. Just do what she says, . . . do what she says. Let her do whatever she wants. It's only a half hour. I can do anything for a half hour. I'll apologize to that asshole judge and then get the fuck outta here. Just be cool, . . . be cool," her thoughts screamed in her head.

Mandy finished licking her ear and then worked her way up behind her ear, tickling the outside of the lobe and then running down in small circles past her jaw line to the side of her neck.

"Does this ugly fucking cow really think she's going to turn me on with that! C'mon, let's get on with this. Get it over with for Chirstsake!" Katrina thought.

The matron straightened up, raised herself momentarily off the young girl's butt, reached down and slid Katrina's cotton shift up her legs stopping when it got jammed by her hips.

"Okay honey, get that ass of yours up."

Katrina responded lifting her butt as best she could with her arms pinned behind her, taking her weight on her chin and knees and jerking it up. She could get it up off the couch for just a moment before she collapsed back down but it was long enough for the eager matron. She yanked the shift up over Katrina's ass and slid it up her torso, bunching it under her bound arms. She reached in under the girl's bra cups and roughly squeezed her nipples. Katrina rolled to try to get away but Mandy just squeezed them harder bringing a loud cry of pain from Katrina lips.

"Shut up girl or I'll put that gag back on and I'll really show you some pain!"

Katrina lay very still and allowed the hefty woman to roughly handle and squeeze her breasts, bringing tears to her eyes as she squeezed the tips of her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. She pressed her lips together to keep from crying out again.

"That a girl, . . . now you're learning."

Mandy lifted herself off of the girl's butt again, this time swinging one knee over in a dismount and kneeling on the edge of the couch.

"Okay honey, over you go," she said as she slid her hand in under her and flipped her over so she was facing up, arms pinned under her back. Mandy's eyes lit up and she smiled broadly as she saw that beautiful curly red bush between the young girl's legs. She swung her knee back over the girl and slid back down so she was sitting on Katrina's knee, her legs folded on either side of Katrina's. She stopped a moment to admire the view.

"Oh God, Oh God! What is she going to do to me. Just get it over with!" Katrina screamed inside.

The matron slid her large hands down to Katrina's legs, gripping her just above the knees, and pulled them apart, spreading them as widely as the hobble chain on her ankles would allow, which was wide enough for what she had in mind.

Slowly, she slid her hands up her thighs, thumbs lightly rubbing and massaging her soft, tender inner thigh flesh. Katrina's upthrust breasts rose and fell as she took a deep breath, preparing for the expected assault on her womanhood. She didn't have long to wait. Mandy took a few moments more to admire the view and then slid a middle finger up the girl's moist slit to the top, rubbed her hard little nub in small circles with three fingers and then brought those same three fingers down to Katrina's moist love hole, letting her thumb stray upwards to brush her clit.

"Ohhhhh," Katrina softly moaned as the matron's thick fingers found her most sensitive spots.

Mandy smiled, licked her fingers to taste her juices again and then slipped her middle finger deeply up the young girl's cunt hole. Katrina gasped at the sudden invasion but relaxed a little when Mandy's thumb made small, flicking circles on and just under the tip of her clit.

Her hips rose to meet the invading fingers and that wonderful little flicking thumb. Mandy added her ring finger to the burgeoning entrance and slid it in alongside her middle finger. She pumped them in and out slowly, teasingly brushing her clit on the its side and tip. Katrina closed her eyes and let herself go, shutting out her surroundings and riding the wave of erotic pleasure.

She was just cresting the peak for her orgasm when she suddenly felt Mandy's fingers continue sliding out instead of plunging back in, breaking contact with her nether lips with a final light swipe of her clit. Katrina groaned in frustration.

"Not yet honey. Not yet. You'll get your chance but I go first. You be nice to me. Realll niiiice. And I'll be nice to you and finish you off."

She stroked Katrina's inner thigh as she spoke, then slid up so she was straddling her hips - cunt to cunt. She circled the tips of the young girls projecting tits through her shift and then gently rolled the shift up further, under her neck, to reveal the frilly bra Sheryl had provided.

Thoughtfully, she had given her a front opening bra for the benefit of the somewhat clumsy judge, so Mandy easily unsnapped the clasp connecting the two full cups. She slid her fingers under the cups and roughly shoved them aside, taking the young girl's soft, creamy white breasts in her cupped palms, rubbing her nipples between her middle and ring fingers. Katrina closed her eyes and groaned again, shivering in pleasure as her nipple tips responded by hardening and lengthening.




The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 10



The thick waisted matron slid up further on the girl's slim torso, planting her chunky, fleshy ass on the girl's tits, feeling the spiky tips dig into her cheeks. She kept some of her weight on her knees and shins which straddled the girl, not wanting to crush the little thing, at least not yet, not before she got what she wanted. Katrina sensed the shift and opened her eyes, a little stunned by the looming figure of the fleshy matron filling her field of vision and rising up above her like a mountain.

The matron ran her rough fingers through Katrina's hair, feeling the soft, silky strands as they slid through her callused fingers. She stroked the girl's eyebrows with her thumbs, starting at the bridge of her nose and moving outward, feeling the light fuzz of her reddish short hairs.

Mandy couldn't believe how soft and smooth the girl's skin felt. Unlike the matron's leathery, pock marked face, she could not find a blemish or defect on the girl's face and she searched it carefully, like a blind person, slowly running her rough fingers over her soft cheeks, down her jaw line, past her chin and under her neck.

Oh honey, you are soooo beautiful. You are the best I've had and I've had many, . . . many of you soft, young things. Be good to me honey. Be good to me. . . ."

As she spoke, Mandy rose up off of Katrina's chest and slid forward, pressing her panty covered crotch against the young girl's upthrust chin. Katrina immediately felt the wetness, her soaked panties felt like a hot, wet rag pressed against her. The smell was inescapable and overwhelming. A mixture of pungent, ripe, unwashed cunt and dried urine, Katrina had the almost overwhelming urge to puke but she forced it back down. She knew there was no telling what the fat matron would do if she upchucked on her in the aroused state she was in.

The matron inched up and rose up a bit to position her hot, wet crotch over the girl's pouty, red lips and then lowered herself with a loud "ahhhhhhhh", as she planted herself squarely on her mouth, pressing herself down and rubbing her engorged clit against the tip of her nose.

"Open up honey. Open up for mama. Lick me! Suck on my wet panties! Drink my juices!"

Mandy pressed down harder, shifting more weight from her knees and shins to her crotch as she non-verbally signaled the young girl that she better start licking, like now, or she would have her face crushed.

Katrina opened her mouth, tentatively at first and then wider, pressing her tongue out against the soaking cloth covering her mouth. She tasted as bad as she smelled, like rotting fish. Mandy obviously had a hygiene problem, but the problem was now Katrina's; Mandy didn't mind the smell at all. She started rotating her hips in small circles, grinding herself into the open mouth, stroking her clit with the young girl's nose and lips.

The thick, whitish juices flowed out of her as she moved, emptying from her tunnel as the matron's cunt muscles involuntarily contracted, pushing the gooey substance out through and around her panty crotch. It flowed into the girls open mouth, collecting in small pools in the corners and then running down her throat. Katrina gagged as her throat closed in protest. She struggled for breath as the heavy matron pressed herself against the girl's nose, making breathing increasingly difficult.

"Yesssss! Yesssssss! YEEESSSSSS!" Mandy moaned as her entire crotch was aflame and gushing juices.

"Hmmmff! Hmmmmmfffff! Hmmmmmmmmfff!" Katrina struggled for air and against the crushing weight of the matron as she sat on her face.

Katrina could see nothing now; nothing but the underside of the matron's jiggling belly as she bounced up and down in aroused excitement on the girl's face. Katrina timed her breathing to coincide with the matron's bounce up, sucking air in through her nostrils, expanding her lungs while the weight was still off, before feeling the crushing press of her bounce down. Slimy, whitish juices covered her face, rolled down her cheeks, lower jaw and neck.

"Oooooooeeeeeeeee! OooooooEeeeeeee! Yeahhh! Yeahhhhhhh!" Mandy exclaimed as she rode the girl's face like a bucking bronco, pronging her hard love button with the girl's nose as she rode.

Mandy felt the telltale small contractions deep in her womb and knew a mind shattering orgasm was on the way, rushing towards her like a speeding locomotive, rolling, chugging, careening, blasting away all that stood before it. A final downstroke . . . the little trigger pulled as the young girl's nose banged against the sensitive, tender underside of the matron's engorged clit and that delicious, hot melting feeling blew through her.

"AAAeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Aaeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! AHHHH! AHHHH! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Mandy screamed as her entire womb contracted like a giant fist, driving incredible ripples of pleasure through her entire being, then releasing, then contracting again even harder. White lights flashed before her eyes. Her peripheral vision went dark as she nearly passed out from the orgasmic explosion. Release and contract, release - contract, release- contract, the waves of pleasure rolled through her.

Mandy pressed herself onto Katrina's face full force with all of her weight, squeezing in involuntary rapture against the girl's cheeks and ears with her inner thighs. Katrina got one last breath as she sensed the mountain of flesh above her about to come and then nothing, no breath possible; nothing but suffocating weight pressed against her entire face. Her head was being squeezed beyond belief by the matron's heavy thighs; it felt like it was about to crack.

Katrina prayed for air, prayed the matron would finish cumming before she blacked out; before she was snuffed out by her smelly cunt.

. . .

Katrina fell a shudder go through her as she remembered that terrifying moment from the safety of the present as she stood just a few paces from the man that played such a large part in doing that, and much else to her. She looked up and saw, with great satisfaction, that Marisa was fucking him hard, fast and furiously, like a maniacal battering ram, taking him deeply on every stroke. Using his balls like a handle to pull herself in.

The Judge kept grunting as the air was forced out of his lungs with each massive thrust. The sound of the grunts contrasted nicely with her darling Marisa's soft mewling of orgiastic pleasure as the inner dildo stroked her g-spot. The loud, slapping sound of leather covered groin against the Judge's slick, inner ass cheeks echoed off the concrete floors.

The sight of the Judge stoked both of the fires that drove her; her insatiable sexual appetite and her equally insatiable desire for vengeance. It was a sweet moment that she would treasure forever.

And even better, Katrina knew that this was just the beginning. This was the "pleasure" part of the Judge's visit. Shortly, he would experience the "pain," pain as only Katrina could dish it out. She allowed herself to drift back again in time, back to that awful day thirteen years ago when she was taught the meaning of American justice by Judge John Maynard Reynolds, her wonderful lawyer Sheryl Bailey, and of course, the brutish matron Mandy Buckowski.

She reached back to touch that memory to invoke the rage and strength necessary for the next phase of the Judge's session. Like the mythological character Antaeus, son of Terra, whose strength was invincible as long as he touched the ground, she needed to touch that memory, to remember the pain and humiliation of the moment and the injustices that followed, to strengthen and steel her resolve for the devastating retribution she planned.

End of Part 10



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 11



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The slapping sound of Marisa fucking the distinguished judge in the ass drifted away as Katrina returned to that day which set her life on the course that placed her here. The looming image of matron Mandy Buckowski filled her mind just as it had filled her field of vision as the thick set guard forced herself on her when she was only a teenager.

The revolting smell of her aroused cunt came flooding back to her, making her a little nauseous even today, thirteen years removed. Mandy had pulled aside the soaked strip of panty covering her slit just as she came, allowing her to dribble her thin jism all over Katrina's face. The young girl closed her eyes tightly as the juice soaked her. She struggled to breathe but it was impossible with the matron's fat, saggy ass cheeks pressed against her mouth. She tried to scream but nothing but a muffled groan came out.

The room started to spin as lack of oxygen was sending her to never-never land. She opened her eyes but could see only a small circle of light, as though looking through a tube, as the hypoxia closed down her peripheral vision. The sickening thought struck her just as she was about to pass out that of all the many beautiful things on the earth, her very last sight would be the cunt and ass of this fat, filthy matron. Finally, as the small circle of white light got smaller and smaller, a feeling of peace and calm came over her. She stopped struggling.

Katrina's whole body relaxed as she succumbed to the suffocation, blacking out. Mandy sensed the change and sat up on her knees, lifting her flabby ass cheeks from the girl's nose and mouth. Katrina lay still for a moment and then, suddenly heaved, coughed and sucked in a huge slug of air into her starved lungs.

"Almost lost ya honey. Kinda got carried away there. Here, clean me out and we'll get outta here."

Katrina continued to suck in air and exhale noisily as Mandy slowly lowered her sopping crotch to the girl's lips, holding the crotch of her panties aside with two fingers. Katrina looked up at the matron and tried to focus her eyes but couldn't clear her vision. She could see only the large white fuzzy mass of the hefty woman above her through the pool of Mandy's jism that clouded her vision and dripped down the outer corners of her eyes in small rivulets.

The matron grabbed the young girl's hair tightly in her other hand and guided her face to her waiting, dripping, gash. The smell was bad, a mixture of cum juices, urine and a whitish discharge covered her entire crotch, soaking her thick mat of pubic hair, turning it a dark black. Her engorged, cherry red outer labia glistened as it hung down, slowly dripping thick juices, leaving long threads of viscous white strings as the drops fell on Katrina's face.

Katrina felt a rush of burning vomit climb in her throat as her stomach revolted at the nasty smell. She gulped down the acrid, burning stomach contents, afraid of what the matron would do if she vomited on her. Katrina swallowed as much saliva as she could to soothe her throat. She knew the matron meant business. Katrina looked up at her again, blinked a few times and tentatively extended her tongue until the tip touched the matron's hanging cunt lips.

"Ahhhhhh, that a girl. Give Mandy a good cleaning. I need a tongue bath. Give it to me!"

Katrina jumped a bit at the last command but responded immediately, licking the inside of Mandy engorged lips in a large circle, slowly reducing the diameter of the tongue circles until she was rimming the smelly cunt hole, plunging half of her tongue into the dusky tunnel. She licked and licked, collecting the copious fluid with her tongue, like a cat, and swallowing it as fast she could.

"Yeah baby, do me . . . do me good. Clean me out little bitch!"

Katrina continued to lick until she could taste only her own saliva. She dug her tongue into the hot hole as far as it would go and licked the walls of the musty tunnel, pulling back to collect more saliva and then plunging back in again. Mandy was alternately groaning and sighing as the fresh young thing cleaned her like nobody had ever done before.

As she relaxed, head tilted back, eyes closed, she resolved to herself that she would have this girl again. She didn't know how yet, but she would figure a way to do it. She had taken hundreds of dewy young girls this same way but Katrina stood head and shoulders above the rest. Mandy had never felt this kind of all encompassing, mind numbing explosion of pure pleasure before. She was hooked.

Mandy opened her eyes and started to come back to earth, glancing over at the large wall clock across from her. She had only ten minutes to get herself put back together and to get the prisoner to Judge's Reynold's courtroom. She sat up on her knees, took a few deep breaths, admired the sight of the girl's cum slicked face one more time and then dismounted, swinging one thick leg over the girl's tits, scraping them with her knee before her foot hit the floor.

The matron quickly redressed herself, even brushing her dark brown hair to regain some semblance of a professional appearance. Katrina continued to lay on the couch, her arms numb from being trapped under her back, having taken the full weight of the broad beamed guard.

Mandy took a large handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the prisoner's face dry. She took the ball gag and shoved it hard into Katrina's resisting mouth. Mandy squeezed her nostrils closed.

"C'mon honey, open up . . . open that nice mouth of yours. We can do this hard or easy honey. It doesn't matter to me. It's all the same to me whether your awake or I pinch off your air and put you to sleep. The gag is going in."

Katrina fought a few seconds more, realized that she couldn't hold out much longer and opened her mouth. The matron wasted no time, shoving the ball deeply into Katrina's mouth and then tightly cinching up the strap on the harness to hold it in place. Mandy grabbed her by the upper part of her arms, leaned back and pulled her up to a sitting position.

"C'mon honey, we've got a date with the judge and you definitely don't want to be late for this date."

The matron roughly pulled her up on her feet and straightened out her prison shift which was bunched up around her waist. She pulled her along, out of the empty chambers, into the hallway, down a flight of stairs, around the corner and into Judge Reynold's courtroom. Katrina saw a uniformed bailiff over to the left talking to a young man in an ill fitting suit and next to them her attorney, Sheryl Bailey.

They were having a good laugh about something when they turned and watched the matron pull her down the long aisle and through the short swinging gate that separated the spectator area from the court's open bay. She hauled her over to the defendant's table on the right and roughly shoved her down in one of the two wooden chairs, pulling her bound arms up and over the high back of the chair.

The bailiff walked over and handed Mandy a thick leather strap which the matron quickly slipped over the seated girl just under her rounded breasts and then cinched tightly behind the back of the chair, pinning Katrina to the back.

Katrina struggled to stand up to try to reach her attorney but Mandy just pressed down hard on her shoulders and lower neck, pressing her into the seat of the chair. The bailiff walked to the front of the courtroom and exited through a side door, returning a few moments later.

"All rise. Here Ye, Hear Ye, Department 26 of the Superior Court of the State of California is now in session. The Honorable Judge John Maynard Reynolds presiding. All those with business before this honorable court step near and be heard."

Katrina saw Judge Reynolds step through the same side door entrance. He was dressed in his long flowing black robe and he moved briskly up the steps to the large, high backed leather seat before the massive raised desk. His features were compressed in a scowl as he seated himself and looked up. While watching the Judge's grand entrance, Katrina hadn't noticed that an older woman had quietly slipped in from an opposite door and seated herself behind an odd looking keyboard.

The Judge looked directly ahead at no one in particular and began:

"This court is now in session for the purpose of sentencing the defendant, Katrina Angelique Denoir in accordance with the laws of the State of California for high crimes to which she has pled guilty. Present are defendant's defense counsel, Sheryl Bailey, the defendant, City Jail Officer Amanda Bukowski, Assistant District Attorney Garth Jenkins and, of course, the Department's bailiff and court reporter. Due to the defendant's violent temper and inability to control herself, as evidenced by her attack on me this afternoon during our pre-sentencing meeting, she is restrained and gagged."

Sheryl rose from her chair beside Katrina raised her hand slightly, looking for permission to speak. Judge Reynolds looked over at her and nodded slightly in her direction.

"Your Honor, before we begin, I would like to apologize for my client's unacceptable behavior. I ask the court to please forget about that incident and to sentence her as though it had not occurred."

"Thank you for your apology Ms. Bailey. I will pass sentence based upon her admitted crimes and not based upon any personal animus from this afternoon's incident. Assistant District Attorney Jenkins, the court has disclosed its intended sentence to you. Does the state have any objection?"

"None your Honor."

"Ms. Bailey, is this the signature of your client on this sixteen page confession?"

"Yes it is your Honor."

"And was she fully aware of its content and the legal significance of this document."

"Yes your honor. I explained it to her in great detail."

Katrina attempted to rise and speak but could do neither with the gag in her mouth and the heavy leather strap binding her to the chair. As she struggled, Mandy moved forward from her place standing behind her and roughly pushed her back down. 

"Ms. Denoir, do you now stand by the confession contained in this document and admit your guilt to all charges?"

Mandy grabbed a hank of the girl's hair and yanked it back hard, then shoved her head forward.

"Let the record indicate that the defendant has nodded in the affirmative."

"Ms. Bailey, do you have anything else to say on your client's behalf?"

"No your Honor."

"Then I will pass sentence at this time - - Katrina Angelique Denoir, the court finds you guilty of grand theft and sentences you to serve a term at the Woman's Facility in Los Colinas for a period of not less than three years and not more than six years."

"BANG," the gavel came down.

"This court is adjourned. You may take the prisoner away."

. . .

Mistress Katrina jumped a little and shuddered as she remembered the loud bang of the gavel and the rough hands of the matron as she took the strap off, jerked her up and led her away.

"That sonuvabitch sent me to that hell hole for years without blinking an eye because I wouldn't suck his dick. God, I was teenager - a baby, and that prick sent me up there. He'll pay! HE"LL FUCKING PAY!" Katrina raged silently to herself.

Katrina smiled as she watched Marisa fucking the Judge. She could see she was close to coming. She walked over in front of the stocks and lifted the Judge's head by his hair and brought her face close to his. She looked deeply into his eyes, her warm, moist breath fell on his cheeks. He looked up at her in sub bliss, that removed, almost catatonic state she has often seen in her sub slaves during a session.

He's enjoying this way too much. I'll let Marisa finish, but then it will be MY turn and I guarantee there will be no sub bliss when I take over." Katrina thought.

"AAAAEEEEIIIIIIIII!!! . . . AAEEEIII!! . . . AAEeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiii,"

"That's definitely my darling Marisa coming. I'd know that screech anywhere. Sounds like it was a good one," Katrina thought.

Marisa continued to hump the Judge's ass as she squeezed out the last rapturous contractions that continued deep in her womb and radiated outward in hot waves. She stopped and collapsed across the Judge's back, hands moving up to his sensitive nipples to squeeze them as she ground her hips into his slick ass crack.

Katrina looked down between the Judge's spread legs and saw his dick was incredibly engorged, its head a dark, purplish red and swollen to twice its normal size. A small amount of pre-cum leaked out as even the restraining tube couldn't prevent some leakage.

She looked back up just in time to see Marisa lift her head up slowly, dreamily and look over at her. She smiled so broadly it looked like her face would crack. She was still grinding her hips into him in an automatic motion as her entire groin throbbed with pleasure at the continued friction. She was absently tweaking his nipples, twirling them between her thumbs and forefingers.

The Judge was moaning partly in pain, but mostly in deep pleasure at his violation. He felt fulfilled, . . . complete. It was exactly what he had fantasized about all of these years.

Katrina lost no time in preparing him for the next stage of his session. She had dreamed about it for many years, embellishing and refining her plans as she gained more experience in the business.

She began with his head, tilting it back to the angled face of the upper stock. His mouth held gaping open by the dental device, he looked like a Grouper fish as his breathing inflated and deflated his cheeks. She slipped the thin leather strap through the slits at the top of the wooden stock, put the band just below his forehead, under the bony protuberance of his brow and cinched it tight, pinning his head to the angled board so his chin was thrust out and his face tilted up.

"Looks like you enjoyed that John. I'm so glad," she purred.

The Judge looked up at her, eyes barely able to focus, as he floated in that dreamy, semi-conscious bliss state of total submission. He felt the pressure in his stretched rectal canal of Marisa's continued circular grinding.

The friction and pressure against his prostrate and the sense of fullness felt good - better than he had ever fantasized. Although he hadn't cum yet, he was balanced on the very edge of orgasm, quivering with sexual tension. He felt his dick head throb with a warm kind of pain that merged with an intense feeling of pleasure.

He couldn't believe that he could feel this good, so incredibly satisfied without even cumming. His explosion would be icing on the cake. He could hardly wait for Katrina to take her turn. Just the sight of her standing there, above him, looking down, red hair flowing, black silk sheathed legs brushing against his cheeks, warm, musty heat radiating from her groin, made him dizzy with an overwhelmingly intense desire to be taken.

Katrina continued her preparations in business like fashion as Marisa slowly returned to earth and began to withdraw from the Judge's tight, sucking ass. An audible, moist "plop" signaled Katrina that Marisa was out and ready to do her part of the preparation.

Judge John Reynolds was going to be trussed like a chicken waiting for slaughter and he was going to be completely unaware of Katrina's true agenda until it was too late - far too late for him to do anything about it but play his assigned role.

Marisa took a few deep breaths to strengthen her wobbly legs, tweaked her own nipples for a final little twinge of pleasure and walked around to the front, placing herself directly above the judge's upturned face.

"Hmmmmmm, that wide open mouth looks so inviting. The way his face is tilted up his open mouth lines up perfectly with his throat to form one long, continuous fucking canal. Besides cleaning my dick, it will feel so good when I press it up against the back of his throat. But first there's a few little chores to take care of," Marisa thought.

As the cunt warming thoughts of oral rape filled Marisa's mind, Katrina walked around behind the Judge's spread ass cheeks and took in the delightful sight of the whitish clear lubricant leaking from his stretched anal orifice, running in small rivulets down his inner thighs, across his perineum to the underside of his scrotum.

He looked so nicely and freshly fucked that she just took a moment to enjoy the view. After a few moments, she licked her lips in anticipation, knelt down behind his ass and reached down to the floor under his dripping hole to slide open a round cover on the platform floor.

Marisa padded up silently beside her and handed her a metal stanchion that she had picked up from the service table nearby. About eighteen inches in length and two inches in width, it was threaded at one end with small eyelets welded around the circumference just above the threading and similarly about midway up its length. The other end was hollowed out with small holes around the circumference about an inch down from the end.

Katrina screwed the threaded end into the matching hole revealed by removing the small, circular cover, tightening the shaft with her powerful hands. When she was finished, the pole stood straight up below the Judge's groin, about three inches below his cum swollen, swaying balls. Next, Marisa handed Katrina a curved, triangular shaped metal frame with a large circular hole in the center. The frame was heavily padded with foam rubber and covered in black leather with thin, black leather straps dangling from each corner of the frame.

Katrina took the oddly shaped frame and looked at it closely, glancing up to look at the Judge's groin and then back down to the frame. Satisfied that it was shaped and sized to fit and support the Judge's groin area, Katrina agreed with Marisa's choice and fitted it through the frame's hole over the Judge's dangling cock and balls until they were completely through, then pressing the frame lightly against his groin as she slid the attached supporting handle into the top end of the metal shaft she had screwed into the floor.

Katrina pressed it home until she felt and heard a satisfying "click," as the spring loaded buttons on the handle end slid smoothly into the small receiving holes near the end of the shaft. The frame fit nicely, its padded base pressed lightly against the back of the Judge's perineum, just below the start of his ass crack; the two legs of the padded, curved, triangular frame fitting nicely into his thigh-groin crevices and extending up to meet about an inch below his belly button.

Katrina ran her fingers along the edges of the frame and the matching parts of his groin to ensure the fit was right. Satisfied, she turned to Marisa who, like a surgical nurse, handed her the next device.

It was a metal cone shaped "cap," about the size of a shot glass, with a blunt closed end and four small loop clips around the edge of the larger open end. A thin metal rod, about five inches in length, extended out from inside the center of the closed, blunt end of the cap. Marisa handed her a small white tube along with the cap and smiled as Katrina took it.

Katrina pressed the end of the tube between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing out a small dollop of thick lubricant which she caught with the forefinger of her other hand. She carefully coated the thin rod with the lubricant, running her thumb and forefinger up and down its length and around its small circumference as she spoke calmly, almost gently to the Judge.

"John, you have a great deal of an incredibly intense experience yet to come. I want to make sure that you experience every last bit of it and, to make sure you get the full effect, I want to make sure that you don't cum too early. You have a restraining tube on but what I have planned for you is so intense that I think a little extra anti-cum insurance is in order. Now relax - this will feel a little odd but it won't hurt, . . . much."




The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 11



Marisa knelt down and took a firm grip on the Judge's tube covered shaft. Katrina used the long nail from her pinky to open up the Judge's urethral opening and then slowly slid the tip of the lubricated thin rod into the opening.

The Judge flinched and shuddered as the tip passed through the urethral opening and slid down about an inch into his dick head. The Judge started to moan and pant as the metal rod went in. With cautious but steady pressure, Katrina fed the remainder of the rod down the Judge's urethral canal.

As the last inch of it went in, the attached "cap" slid over the grossly engorged dick head until it covered it. With only the swollen glans sticking out from under the cap, Katrina took the clip loops on the bottom of the cap and placed them over the small hooks on the edge of the control tube encircling his shaft. With all of the loops in place, she closed two that opposed each other, feeling the "click" as it locked in place.

The judge howled in pain as the edge of his swollen glans was caught between the pressing cap and the control tube. She closed the other two clips with an audible "click" and then stood up.

The Judge couldn't see it, but Katrina was smiling like the cat that ate the canary - her pearly whites spread across her face in a toothy grin. She looked over at Marisa who met her wide grin with her own. Their eyes met as lover's eyes do with a look of deep understanding, pleasure and satisfaction.

Katrina nodded to Marisa, indicating she should move over to the winch controlling the line attached to the Judge's right knee. Marisa silently slid over to it, knelt down and took a firm grip on the winch handle. Katrina was touching, rubbing the Judge's ass cheeks, playing with them as any owner would play with a toy. She patted his flanks as one would a horse and then herself slid over to the other winch, knelt down and took a firm grip on the handle.

The Judge jumped at the sudden mechanical cranking sound of the two winch handles being simultaneously turned and the sudden outward jerk of his knees.

"We need to open you up a bit John," Katrina said matter of factly.

"Just a little more room to play," she said as she smiled over at Marisa.

The Judge was already spread wide but the turn of the winch handles jerked his knees out further, putting enormous pressure on his hip joints. The Judge groaned loudly in response. Katrina and Marisa slowly turned their winch handles, dragging his knees across the smooth platform.

As they moved outward, his groin and lower torso lowered until it began to press down on the curved, triangular ring and supporting stanchion. As his legs were spread further, his weight shifted from his knees to his groin as the spreading of his legs hoisted him on the curved, triangular frame. As his hip joints stretched beyond anything he had ever had to endure before, a look of doubt crossed his face, followed by a look of fear.

At Katrina's nod, Marisa set the brake on her winch. Katrina took another quarter turn, heard the satisfying groan rumble from deep down in the Judge's throat and then set her own brake. Katrina moved back behind the Judge's ass and knelt down again. She checked the fit of the padded, curved, triangular frame and found the pressure points were in the right spots on his pelvis. The Judge was breathing heavily. His body was slippery from the thin coat of sweat that seemed to cover him from head to toe.

She loved the sight of a man's balls dangling between his legs, particularly a from the rear view. It made her so hot to see those little orbs swaying below a pink puckered anus. She especially liked "low hangers," men with loose, stretchable scrotums that really let her play with their nuts as she fucked them.

Katrina was pleased to see that the Judge was a "low hanger," his pinkish red ball sack hung low and swayed back and forth as the old boy panted in growing fear. With the urethral plug and penis cap tightly in place there was no chance whatsoever of his inadvertently cumming so she reached out her left hand and stroked the underside of his balls with the sharp nail of her forefinger. She tapped them and watched them draw up a bit and sway in response as the Judge inhaled deeply and held it, anticipating pain.

Katrina smiled a bit at the Judge's reaction to her strokes, hefted his balls in her palm and dropped them, watching them bounce as they hit bottom, stretching the scrotal sack and then rebounding back up.

Still studying his balls, Katrina held her hand out to Marisa who promptly placed a black rubber strap across her palm. About a foot in length and a half inch across, the strap was similar to the type used on the arm of a blood donor to plump up the veins only this one had a metal "o" ring embedded at one end and a small snap clip embedded at the other end.

She deftly passed the snap ring through the metal o-ring creating a loop or noose which she immediately slipped over the Judge's dangling balls. Holding the ring with two fingers, she steady drew the noose tight, holding the strap near the o-ring with one hand as she pulled down on the strap with her other hand. As she pulled on it, the rubber strap stretched, allowing her to tighten the noose further by pushing on the o-ring. The effect on his dangling nuts was immediate. They immediately turned dark red in color and bulged down against the thin scrotal skin.

God, she loved this part. Her cunt was a hot, mushy swamp as her juices soaked through her panties watching his strangled gonads squeezed until they looked like they were about to pop. She wondered just how many young, defenseless girls he'd injected with the jism stored in those little orbs.

Holding the noose tight with one hand, she used the other to firmly grip his shiny nut sack and pull down. The Judge howled in pained protest as his now reddish-purple balls were pressed hard against the tight wall of his sack. She pushed even harder on the o-ring to tighten the noose further, stretching that short section of the strap near the ring to its limits. With the noose now tightened to the size of a nickel, she quickly took one turn around the scrotum just below the noose, drawing it tight, pressing his balls down further. She then took one more turn below that, slipping the end underneath the last turn to make a half-hitch.

Then, holding the loops and his ball sack firmly in one hand, she slowly stretched the other end of the strap down, stretching his already tightly stretched sack down further until the snap clip reached one of the metal eyelets embedded in the base of the stanchion supporting his groin.

The Judge was groaning continuously now as Katrina sat back on her heels to admire her work. She could feel her own hot blood filling her groin which was pulsing and tingling with excitement at the incredibly hot, sexy tableau laid out before her. She ran the pad of her thumb over his bulging nuts and felt every bump and ripple in his pressured eggs.

"Ah, John, you were a low hanger before but by the time I'm done with you your nuts will be dragging on the floor you're sack will be so loose and stretchy," Katrina mused to herself, smiling at the mental picture of "his honor's" balls wiping the floor as he crawled to her on all fours.

Katrina stood back up and pressed her groin against his widely opened butt, simulating the deep, grinding fuck that she had planned for him. She leaned over his back a little, reached down under his belly to retrieve the leather strap dangling from the top point of the frame supporting his groin and brought it back up. She inserted one end into the slide buckle on the other end and drew it tight, pressing the buckle down on the small of his back as she steadily drew the slack out of the strap encircling his lower abdomen.

The Judge felt the strap tighten and struggled a bit, more in protest than in actual effect as the rubber strap drawing his balls down to their limit simply made any real movement on his part impossible. Deftly, she pulled the straps up from the other two corners of the frame and tightened them each around his thigh-groin joints, binding him immovably to the supporting frame.

With the Judge completely bound and exposed, Katrina gently stroked his back and flanks as she soaked up the heavily charged erotic atmosphere and prepared herself for the next stage. The Judge was starting to shake, quiver really as his feelings of pain, lust and fear all bombarded him at once, making it impossible for him to separate out one feeling from the other. She spread the inner part of his ass cheeks and gently ran her fingers up and down his inner crack, made slick by the residue of Marisa's ass fucking. She probed his anus with the tip of her middle finger, twirling it slowly around the rim.

"Yes, John, I think you're ready now for your dear Katrina to have you as you've always dreamed. And I am now ready for you."

She withdrew her probing finger and continued to strum up and down his slick crack, stopping occasionally to circle his puckered anus. Katrina knew this was driving the Judge wild with burning lust, making the final denial so much sweeter.

His little dime sized anus opened and closed with involuntary contractions as her fingers continued to stimulate him. Marisa came over and handed her the black leather harness custom made to Katrina's exact specifications. She stepped back and Marisa took her place rubbing her fingers all over the Judge's shiny ass cheeks and lightly drawing them up and down his inner ass crack. Katrina walked around in front of the Judge and smiled down at him.

"You're time has come John. You've earned this."

The Judge looked up at her, mouth agape from the dental device, chin thrust out from the strap holding his head back against the angled top of the stocks, but his eyes were unfocused as he drifted with the intense erotic stimulation of Marisa's lightly strumming fingers.

Katrina slid her panties down over her hips and let them drop to the floor revealing her neatly trimmed orange-red bush. Her outer labia protruded from the forest, slick and shiny from her cunt juices and fiery red in color as her hot blood engorged the outer gates. She ran a finger slowly up her slit and shuddered as tingles of pure pleasure shot through the tip of her clit to the base of her spine. She brought her finger up to her lips and tasted herself, rolling the tip of her finger along her tongue.

"Have a taste John. It's as close as you'll ever get to entering this portal."

She stepped forward, pressing her soaked groin into his face, positioning her clit so it pressed against his upturned nose. She gripped his ears and pressed herself hard against his widely stretched mouth. She ground her hips in small circles, pleasuring herself with his pointed nose.

"C'mon your Honor, get that tongue in there working."

At first, the Judge didn't get the import of her last words and obediently stuck his tongue out and swabbed it against her swollen inner labia, tasting her juices, feeling around for the entrance to her tunnel. He had just gotten his stiffened tongue into her hot, wet entrance when the words struck him like a cold slap in the face.

"Your Honor? Your Honor! How the hell does she know I'm a judge! What The Fuck Is Going On Here!!" his mind screamed.

She could see it in his eyes. He knew. At least he knew part of it. His eyebrows rose in question and his eyes seemed to bulge out as he stared up at her, now focused and intent. He withdrew his tongue despite the hot, tasty quim covering his mouth.

"What's the matter your Honor? Lose your appetite?" She laughed as she saw the perplexed look on his face.

"Guess its time to let you in on my little secret."

She stepped back and spoke as she began buckling on her special harness.

"Yes John, I know you are a judge. In fact John, I know it from personal experience."

The Judge looked up at her quizzically, trying to follow what she was saying as Marisa continued to lightly stroke and rub his flanks.

"I recognized your voice during our phone call John, especially the distinctive way you said the word 'slut.' I'd heard it before and, although it has been many years, I recognized it right off."

The Judge again looked up at her quizzically and tried to say something through his widely stretched lips but could only get out a monosyllabic "Oooooh."

"You still don't remember me do you John? Guess you had so many girls like me that you can't remember them. Probably didn't even take any notice at all of their faces, their voice or any other characteristic. You just wanted to get your rocks off - all the girls were just a means to that end."

The Judge licked his lips which had suddenly gone dry.

"I'll help you remember John. Do you recall how you got that little red scar on top of your dick just behind the glans?"

She could see the Judge was thinking, trying to remember. Suddenly his eyes went wide again, eyeballs bugging out as he was starting to understand just who Katrina was and just how much trouble he was in.

Katrina laughed - "I guess you do remember now, don't you your honor?"

"I've changed a little in the last thirteen years, haven't I? I'm no longer the frightened little teenager that you tried to rape, am I? Well, you can thank yourself for much of the change. The three years in prison you gave me for not cooperating in my rape made a new woman of me. And you get to reap all of the benefits of that change. Now that's what I call Justice!"

The Judge made a low whimpering noise from deep in his throat.

"It's my turn now your honor. I'm going to do to you what you had planned for me and probably did to hundreds of other girls."

The Judge continued to whimper and shake. Small tears formed at the corners of his eyes. Katrina held up the harness and brought it close to his eyes.

"This is a very special harness your honor - probably not another like it in the world. I designed it myself for my own pleasure."

She turned the belt around to show him the inside of the center strap and crotch flap.

"This part's for me - a nice six by inch and three quarter inch dick. Notice the sharply curved shaft and rippled tip? That for pressing and rubbing on my delightful little g-spot . . . as I Fuck You," she enunciated every syllable of the last phrase slowly for emphais. 

She brought the inner dildo closer to his eyes. "See this rounded ridge and bump at the top? That's for my clit which loves getting pressed and rubbed as I pump myself into your tight little hole."

The Judge looked down at the dildo and then back up at her with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Even has a nice little vibrator to send me into orbit at exactly the right moment." She turned the belt around to show him the small, round control built into the belt.

"Bet you're wondering about this little metal post sticking out from the crotch flap. Well, that has two purposes - first, it rigidly holds your end of the device - the dick I'm going to Cram Up Your Ass! Second, it perfectly transfers the thrusting motion to the dick embedded in me."

Katrina pulled the harness back from him and slipped the belt around her waist, cinching it tightly around herself. She pulled the center strap up between her legs by the crotch flap, ran three fingers through her sopping wet slit and coated the inner dildo with her copious juices.

Spreading her inner lips with two fingers, she pressed the head against her opening and slid it in slowly and sighed in pleasure. Then she pushed it up and in so the tip pressed against the soft, nubby tissue in the upper front wall of her vagina, just under her urethral canal - her g-spot. She twisted it back and forth a few times to get it seated just right, giving her sparks of pleasure that rippled through her groin. She brought the flap up and cinched it tightly to the front of the harness belt, providing a tight, rock steady fit.

She tested the position of the inner dildo by pushing and then pulling on the short metal post that protruded straight out from her crotch. As she felt the inner dildo press and rub on her clit and g-spot, she smiled as the pleasure waves rolled through her. She gave herself a couple of more pushes and pulls just for the pure pleasure of it.

As Katrina was adjusting her harness, Marisa stepped back from the Judge's shiny ass, patted him on his rump a few times and then walked over to the service table. She picked up a purple velour bag with a black draw string and brought it over to Katrina. The Mistress took it, opened up the draw string and slid its contents out into her palm.

The Judge's eyes followed her actions. His eyebrows shot up in startled surprise and fear when he saw its contents - a gigantic black dick. Katrina smiled broadly at the Judge's reaction. She just loved that first look on a guys face when he got his first gander at her black "Avenger." She brought it closer to his eyes which crossed as he kept them focused on it.

"This is very special instrument your Honor." She smiled a little every time she said that phrase of respect and added a little sarcastic emphasis to it as she said it.

"I'm sure you've noticed its size - yeah, I bet you would!" she laughed.

"The head is two and a half inches across with the shaft behind the head starting at two inches and flaring out to three deliciously fat inches at the base. And, it's a full eleven inches long from tip to base," She said as she held the base with one hand and encircled the shaft with the fingers of her other; her thumb and middle finger no longer able to touch as she approached the three inch base."

"But, it has even more special features that are not immediately obvious - note the metal receiving socket in the base. It slides over and locks onto the metal post holding it very firmly in place. In fact, it feels like it's growing out of me."

Katrina took the huge, black dick and positioned it over the metal post, sliding it home until an audible "click" was heard. She stepped up closer to his face, the tip of the giant dick just inches from his lips.

"It also has some hollow chambers that are filled with warm water and a small heating element that runs through those chambers that keep the water warm, . . . very warm. You are in for a hot time your Honor!" she laughed a bit.

Katrina ran the tip of the dick along his lower lip and watched him recoil in fear, reacting to both the size and the heat emanating from the tip.

"Finally, the nut sack attached is filled with a hot mixture of mineral oil and thickener that gives it the consistency of hot jism which shoots out when I give the sack a little squeeze."

Katrina gave the sack a slow, slight squeeze and watched a small globe of hot, white, viscous fluid slide out of the tip and deposit itself on his tongue. With one hand, she pulled the dick head up by the shaft and watched the thread of whitish ersatz jism thin out and then break, leaving a strand of it across his lower lip and cheek. She tapped him on the cheek with the huge head and saw the surprise on his face when he felt the heat and heft of the tool. Filled with water as it was, it had the weight of a leaded sap.

"It's time John."

She stepped back and walked around behind the Judge, enjoying the sight of the tightly bound and exposed Justice - head held in place by stocks and leather band which held it tilted up; mouth stretched open by the dental device; wrists bound to the tops of the two short posts on either side of the platform, in line with his hips; legs splayed widely out with rope attached to leather cuffs above his knees; abdomen and upper thighs bound tightly to the frame supporting his lower torso; and rubber strap tightly strangling his nuts and stretching them mercilessly as the end was clipped into the base of the supporting stanchion.

"Hmmmmm - life is good", Katrina thought to herself. "It doesn't get any better than this - Well maybe it does, when his honor finds out just how much his life is about to permanently change," She chuckled to herself at the thought.




The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 11



She stepped around behind him and took in the delightful sight of his Honor's puckered asshole winking at her as it opened and closed in nervous anticipation. She glanced down at his stretched ball sack as even his labored breathing added pressure and pain to his stretched nut sack.

Marisa handed her the tube of KY which Katrina squeezed, sending a column of clear jelly into her waiting palm. Starting at the top, she smeared the thick lubricant all over the large head and then about half way down the shaft, twisting her hand clockwise and counterclockwise to cover the entire, enormous girth of it.

She squeezed out another line of the clear jelly and covered the remaining part of the shaft, ensuring every part had a thin coat of the stuff. She squeezed out a third helping onto her fingertips, eying the rosy pink, dime sized target in front of her as she laid the tube down near her feet within easy reach. She spread his inner ass crack with the thumb and forefinger of one hand as she brought the jelly covered tips of her middle fingers of her other hand up to his winking rosette.

End of Part 11 



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 12



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The Judge flinched a little as Katrina's cool, lubricated fingers made contact with his puckered anus. He could not move to avoid her fingers without ripping his own balls off so he froze very still and awaited the penetration. Katrina stiffened her fingers and inserted the tip of her middle finger in up to the first knuckle. The Judge involuntarily squeezed down on it, resisting the intrusion.

"Relax 'Your Honor'," she said with heavy sarcasm in her voice. "The additional lubricant is for your benefit, not mine. If you don't loosen up, I'll just go with what's already there."

The Judge tried to relax his sphincter, pushing outward to open it. Although his inner sphincter still gripped her finger tightly, Katrina felt a definite lessening of pressure. She twisted her middle finger around to open him up a bit and then slid her ring finger in alongside her middle finger. The Judge flinched reflexively as he felt the second digit go in. Again, Katrina twisted her fingers around the inside of his rim to loosen him before pressing downward and sliding the digits in up to the second knuckle.

"Mmmmm, that's it your honor, give it up, give it all up to me."

With her palm facing up, she slid her fingers in the rest of the way until her third knuckles pressed against his inner crack. She paused while his rectum adjusted itself to the invasion. She felt the slick walls of his rectum expand to accommodate the intrusion. Katrina could also feel the hard lump of his prostate gland through the rectal wall and pressed it lightly with her finger tips. This elicited a loud moan of pleasure from the Judge. Katrina loved the feel of his hot rectum sucking her fingers in and enveloping them with its soft, slick heat.

There was a certain timing and pace to preparing an asshole for fucking and Katrina had become a master of it after many years of practice. She waited a few more moments before sliding her fingers back out slowly to the first knuckle and then pushing them back in. She finished the stroke by pushing them in hard, pressing her fist knuckles tightly against his anus as though trying to shove them in as well. She twisted her hand, clockwise and then counterclockwise to fully coat the walls of his rectum as far as her fingers could reach.

Katrina again paused, leaving her fingers deeply embedded in him as she kneaded and stroked his flanks with her other hand. She traced her fingers down the insides of his sensitive thighs, brushing them with her finger tips up one side and down the other, then reversing direction. She lightly brushed the underside of his tightly squeezed balls with her fingertips.

The Judge was shaking and quivering with lust as though an electric current was passing through him. Katrina watched the expected reaction and smiled a bit to herself, satisfied that she hadn't lost her touch. With the Judge distracted a bit, she spread her fingers apart, pressing them against the walls of his rectum before drawing them out. With just the tips remaining, she added her forefinger to the group, bunching it underneath the other two, before sliding it in.

The Judge jumped again at the pain of the sudden stretching of his anus from the addition of the third finger. She slid the fingers all the way in before spreading him further by moving her forefinger up to line up with the other two. Katrina now had three fingers across embedded deeply in his ass. Katrina knew that her three fingers across gave his ass a nice two inch stretch which meant he was now ready for the main event.

Katrina was kneeling behind him now as she slowly drew her three fingers out, twisting them around a bit for a final stretch before they broke free. She felt his sphincter squeezing down hard on her fingertips as though trying to keep them. She saw the rosette quickly contract to the size of a pencil eraser as it reacted to the sudden void. Katrina inched up on her knees until the massive dick protruding straight out from her groin hovered just an inch or so from his widely stretched inner cheeks. She gripped the base of the silicon dick with her left hand to steady it before guiding it to his tiny entrance.

The Judge jumped at the first light contact, sensing the enormous girth and thinking for a moment that this was a cruel joke, that she was just trying to scare him. His initial thought was that it was physically impossible for anything of that size to fit up his tiny ass hole. Katrina's first reaction was pure pleasure at his response.

She loved the color contrast of black on white and the view of the giant dick protruding from her groin, nestled against a man's tiny pink opening. It was the most erotic, lust inciting sight she could imagine. Her glands went into overdrive, pumping juices into her canal, around the thick inner dildo. She felt them ooze out around the shaft as she shifted position. God, she couldn't wait to feel that incredibly delicious pressure deep within her cunt as she pressed the giant shaft home.

Katrina spread her thighs a bit to lower herself, took a firm grip with her right hand on his upper thigh and pressed the giant head into the puckered opening. The reaction was immediate.

"AHGgggggggggggg!" The sound exploded from the Judge's throat as he felt himself being stretched and knew this was no joke. She was going in!

The tip of the giant head went in but the remainder just pressed against his opening. Katrina loved this part - the initial entry, imposing her will, her insatiable lust on a trapped and helpless male.

She knew this was only the beginning and moved slowly and deliberately to enjoy every moment of it. As she pressed down harder on his orifice, she felt that wonderful pressure on the roof of her tunnel as the ripple end of the inner dildo pressed itself on that tender, wonderfully sensitive square inch of puffy, nubby, blood engorged g-spot. She felt the first real bolt of electric pleasure slash its way through her, curling her toes.

Katrina inched up a bit more on her knees for added leverage and thrust her hips out to add pressure on his anus. She leaned over him, adding her weight to the pressure. She pushed harder, gripping his thigh tightly, pulling herself in; adding her left hand to the pressure by gripping his other thigh and pulling in even harder.

"AAAAaaaaaaaHrrrrrrrgggggggggg," John screamed as he felt himself being stretched open by an irresistible force that was driving that huge cock head into him. He felt like he was being split apart and he knew that she would show him no mercy.

Katrina kept the pressure up and inched up a little further on her knees. She saw a little more of the huge dick head disappear into him as his asshole slowly yielded to the force and opened.

She saw the glans pressed hard against his rim, slowly, millimeter by millimeter, work its way in. The well developed biceps on Katrina's arms stood out as she used her upper body strength to add to the pressure of her pelvic thrust and body weight to force her way up his ass.

She felt the Judge shaking, almost vibrating as his body coated itself with sweat in a kind of autonomic shock reaction to the anal violation.

"Aaaaagggggghhhhh! Aaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh!" the judge cried out and unable to form words or plead for mercy with his mouth held wide open by the dental brace as Katrina she saw the glans of her huge dick head crawl inside his rim and disappear within. She saw his sphincter grip down hard on the slightly narrower shaft just behind it. She was in him.

Katrina relaxed her grip and paused, keeping a steady pressure with her hips but otherwise not penetrating further. She took a few deep breaths and felt the cool, slick, quivering flesh of the Judge as he quaked in fear and pain. She inched up a little further on her knees, flexed and shook her hands a bit to get more blood circulating, spread her hands wide and took another firm grip on his thighs, hooking her wrists around them for maximum leverage.

She looked down and saw the thick shaft connecting her groin to his asshole and knew the giant head was buried within him. She felt her own groin fill with hot blood as the sight of her dick pressed into him turned her on like nothing else could.

"God, nothing could be this good, . . . Nothing!" she thought with a mixture of lust and satisfied revenge that provide her with a feeling of intense, pure pleasure.

The Judge felt the giant dick head buried inside his opening and felt his anus strain to encircle the shaft behind it. He felt himself being stretched beyond imagination. The pain was unbelievable - he was desperate to get the invading pole out of him but it wasn't going anywhere, anywhere but further in.

The Judge felt his rim throbbing with pain as the blood vessels and nerves at the entrance to his rectum were pressed hard against the thick invader. Moreover, for the first time, the Judge felt the heat from the warm water filled shaft as it passed through his stretched opening. John thought he would not survive this. Any moment he expected to feel his own hot blood spurting and running down his legs as he was ripped asunder by the giant shaft.

Marisa watched the incredible sight from her vantage point standing in front of the Judge. As soon as she saw the giant black dick head disappear into his ass she stepped up closer to his face, squatted and rested the tip of her still slick shaft on his lower lip. Holding the base of it with her left hand, she traced a circle inside his lips and slowly moved it in until the tip rested on his tongue. Marisa looked down at him and said:

"Now be a good boy 'your honor' and clean it."

Katrina looked up at the sound of Marisa's voice and smiled, adding:

"Yes, your honor. Do clean it well. After all, we want to make sure that you get the full experience enjoyed by the young girls you've taken."

Marisa smiled a kind of half grin and slid the modest sized dildo further into his wide open mouth, continuing to swirl it around the inside of his lips as it went. The Judge glanced down at it, crossing his eyes to focus on the shaft and then looked back up at Marisa, eyeballs rolled up as far as they would go.

Katrina pressed forward from the other end, watching the thick, black shaft slowly enter his tightly stretched anus. The initial entry of her black Avenger was her favorite part of the whole process - watching a guy's soft rectum expand and expand again, yielding to her, watching the black shaft sink inexorably into their dark, inner core.

The pressure on her own tunnel, especially up at the top where all of those wonderful little nerve endings are most tightly bunched, sent hot bolts of pleasure through her as the small, preliminary contractions of orgasm began deep in her womb. The Judge started to cry out from the continued rear assault when the tip of Marisa invading dildo touched the back of his throat causing a sudden involuntary gagging. His throat reflexively closed around the dick head as he instinctively tried to protect the soft tissue of his esophagus.

His nostrils flared as he fought for air. He shook his head as much as he could with the tight leather band around his forehead pinning him in place but of course he could not dislodge it. Katrina paused a moment and then thrust her hips forward again and leaned in, pushing a few more millimeters of the hot, black dick into his ass. The Judge felt the sudden increase in pressure and heat pressing against every part of his anus and rectum.

The sudden increase in pressure in his ass distracted him momentarily from Marisa's oral invasion but the dick in his throat could not be ignored for long. Marisa slid her feet up a few inches and thrust her member further in, sending the head past the gag point and down his throat.

The Judge continued to gag as his throat closed around the shaft. Thin, clear mucous leaked from his flared nostrils as he struggled to adjust to the invading shaft, desperately trying to keep his airway clear. His throat burned as the dick head scrapped against it on the way down. Marisa had nearly all of it in. Her neatly trimmed pubes lightly touched and tickled the tip of his nose. As the Judge sucked air in through his nose, he couldn't help but smell the powerful aroma emanating from the highly aroused Asian girl.

Katrina watched a thin, white circle of foam form around the gargantuan black shaft embedded in the Judge's ass and saw it form beads before coating the inner walls of his crack near his speared anus. She paused to rest a moment and admire the view.

She knew the giant dick head was about three inches up his rectal chute, stretching and spreading the narrow canal to accommodate its enormous girth. The flared shaft was only now approaching the width of the dick head as it pressed its way past the overwhelmed guardians of his portal. She took a couple of deep breaths, rounded breasts drawing up with the intake and jiggling a bit as they fell on the exhale.

Marisa pressed the dildo in, the last few fractions of an inch disappearing until the leather harness flap pressed against his lips. His nose was buried in the top of her pubic mound, nostrils still flared and sucking in air through her wiry hair. She gripped his ears and circled her hips slowly in obscene enjoyment of the delicious circular pressure she was applying to her clit. She withdrew her hips a bit, sliding perhaps an inch or so of the shaft out before ramming it home, her thrust aided by her powerful tug on his ears.

He felt the dick head ease out and then slam back into his throat. Sweat poured off his brow as he struggled in vain against her. He looked up at her, pleading for mercy with his eyes. Marisa didn't notice. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused, as powerful waves of pure pleasure rolled through her loins.

Katrina continued her assault, steadily thrusting her hips and leaning forward putting nearly all of her weight behind the penetrating shaft. She watched as another inch of shaft slid in, stretching his asshole even further as the widening shaft made its way in.

Katrina grunted loudly with the effort and continued the push, watching as his jelly white ass absorbed the black pole, stretching wider and wider to accommodate it. She could see that his anus and surrounding tissue were chalk white as the pressure of the invading member pushed every drop of blood out of the tautly stretched flesh. The Judge froze in awful anticipation of a ripping sound that he knew would spell death for him.

With about half of the giant shaft embedded in him, she stopped the pressure, leaning back a bit on her knees to shift her weight back. Time to rest and let his rectum relax a bit, let it stretch to accommodate the remainder, she thought. She felt her own hot juices rolling down the insides of her thighs as the thick inner dildo rubbed and pressed against the roof of her tunnel and, indirectly, on her clit. She felt that wonderful little hard nub throbbing in response, causing a kind of continuous vibrating pleasure that jumped in intensity with each renewed thrust.

She knew instinctively that just a few strokes would send her over the top. Katrina looked up just in time to see Marisa's crashing orgasm hit.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhheeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhhh! AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhheeeeeeeeeeeiiiiii!"

Marisa had the Judge's ears in a death grip as she rapidly pumped her dick down his throat and then froze, pressing herself tightly against his mouth as she came. She thrust her hips up in short, powerful strokes as the waves of hot, pure pleasure tore through her. She was up on her toes, thrusting, thrusting, pulling every last ounce of orgasmic pleasure out of it.

Marisa had him pressed so hard against her groin that his air was cut off. He jerked his head as best he could to free it but it was no use. Just as he was about to black out, he felt this incredible sensation in his ass as though his rectum was being pulled inside out.

Katrina slowly withdrew the giant dick from the Judge's widely stretched asshole causing the anal ring to purse and pucker out as the column slowly slid back out. The reverse pressure on her own tunnel as her own inner thick dildo slid out, scrapping along the roof of her blood engorged vagina, sent bursts of pleasure through her.

The thick head of the black dick deeply embedded in his rectum exerted pressure on the Judge's prostate as it slowly slid back triggering a kind of vibrating pleasure behind the perineum wall just as he was losing his peripheral vision from lack of oxygen. He continued to struggle for air but the struggle grew weaker as his oxygen starved muscles refused to obey his desperate commands to break free of Marisa's grip.

The Judge felt the back of the embedded glans strike the inside rim of his anus as all but the head of the thick pole was drawn out of him leaving an empty void in its wake. Marisa's heels slowly came back down to the floor as her orgasmically rigid muscles relaxed, the last few electric pulses coursing through her blood thickened clitoris.

With almost his last conscious thought, the Judge sensed Marisa's relaxation of tension and willed himself to make one last final attempt to jerk his head to the side to open up an airway for his crushed nostrils. With one sudden motion he jerked his head hard to the right and sucked in hard through his nose and was rewarded by the rush of cool air rushing into his starved lungs.

Marisa kept the dildo jammed down his throat as she slowly gyrated her hips in a dreamy enjoyment of the continuing buzz of pleasure that rippled through her body. The Judge's vision was just starting to clear when he felt the pressure again, the horrible downward, irresistible pressure that was opening him up once more as he felt the huge cylinder sliding back in him.

Katrina looked down at the black pole connecting them and felt a quantum jump of electric pleasure shoot through her at the sight of the greased black Avenger sliding back into him. She knew her moment had arrived but was determined to be jammed into his quivering white ass to the hilt when she shot her load.

It didn't take long for the thick member to regain all of the territory it had surrendered with the withdrawal as the combination of Katrina's powerful hip thrust, his thoroughly greased rectal walls and his own cavity vacuum drew the thick pole in with increasing speed.

He felt the giant head moving through his narrow rectal passage, opening him up like a pig passing through a python. The Judge felt the glans pressing out against his rectal walls at about the same point it had reached before when the pressure had stopped and then reversed. He anticipated a repeat of that same action and was astonished and frightened when the giant dick head kept on going past that point without pause.

"Oh god! This is it - she's going to tear me apart. There's no way that black telephone pole will fit inside me. The pressure . . . OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! Stop! Please, please just STOP!" his mind screamed.

Katrina knew he was feeling completely helpless, open and ravished. It was exactly what she wanted him to feel. Her thoughts about him were only a fleeting, minor distraction though as the ripples of pleasure built within her, rising in a crescendo of unbelievable, mind bending erotic energy.

She gripped his upper thighs tighter with her hooked wrists as the enormous black pole entered completely virgin territory - untouched and unexplored by fingers, dildo or his own experiments with butt plugs. Katrina paused a moment, gave her ersatz ball sack a slight squeeze to ejaculate some additional lubricant into the virginal part of his narrow passage and then redoubled her efforts, leaning forward into his stretched ass cheeks with all of her weight focused behind the pile driving shaft.




The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 12



The Judge let out a grunt of surprised pain as the narrow upper portion of his rectum was forcibly opened but only a muffled, mewling sound made it out past his throat stuffed with the dildo that Marisa was continuing to ride along a crest of orgasmic pleasure.

Slowly, the huge black shaft disappeared into his jiggling white cheeks, white foam growing and sliding up the pole. The flared shaft continued to open his asshole up further to accommodate its widening girth, surpassing the enormous width of the dick head when it was in about two thirds of the way. The low, grunting, mewling sounds coming from deep in the Judge's throat were continuous now as the gigantic black pole continued to disappear.

Katrina knew she was just moments away from her own explosion and fought to stay balanced on the searing hot, vibrating plateau until she had fully speared him. She continued to press it home, smiling broadly at the close up view of her favorite sight.

The Judge was panting now, fighting off the pain and shock of the assault. His entire body was coated in sweat making it difficult for Katrina to maintain her grip. There was only two more inches to go as Katrina fought off the urge to just let go and erupt. She watched each millimeter slide in as the three inch wide base started to split the top of his anus which was being stretched beyond its absolute limit. Katrina saw the small fissure develop and grow red as small capillaries were torn asunder by the pressure.

"Almost there, . . . Almost there, . . . hang on girl . . . Hang on! Just a little more . . . a little more . . . That's it . . . That's it . . . It's coming girl . . . get yourself ready!" she repeated.

The blood from the torn capillaries at the entrance added lubrication as the last half inch slid home. Katrina felt the leather flap of her harness nestle against the inside of his impossibly stretched ass cheeks.

She released her grip on his upper thighs and leaned forward, thrusting in to press herself against his anus. She leaned all of the way over to use her weight to keep the pressure on, resting her own slick torso on his slippery back.

Her rock hard nipples tingled as they made contact with his sweat soaked shoulder blades. Katrina slipped her hand back to the side of her harness belt and felt for the flat, circular knob. She found it immediately and gave it a half turn, feeling the reassuring click as it turned.

The first powerful vibration hit her exquisitely sensitive g-spot and clit at the same time triggering the explosion. A bursting, melting feeling tore through her as the first spasm hit causing her to involuntarily clench her ass cheeks, thrusting the pole harder into the Judge and sending her own inner dildo scrapping and pressing against her own tunnel walls.

"Aaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Aaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhhhgggg! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed like a banshee.

Eyes clenched shut, she saw only a white flash as the most incredible bolt of pure pleasure slammed into her lower spine and shot up her spinal cord in a volcanic eruption. Katrina's entire body spasmed and contracted in response and then spasmed again and again throwing her body around in wanton, animalistic release.

Instinctively, she jerked her hips back, shifting the contact points of the vibration to fresh nerve endings and then slammed it back home, as the second massive wave hit, surpassing the first in intensity. Just as the third wave was about to hit, she reached down and squeezed her dildo's ball sack with one powerful movement sending a thick stream of hot, ersatz jism shooting out of the deeply embedded cock head into his stretched bowel.

The third massive contraction nearly tore her head off as pleasure exploded from her white hot groin in a shock wave of pleasure that contracted every muscle in her body. She went rigid. The outside world ceased to exist for one indescribably exquisite moment.

And then, Katrina sucked in a deep breath and milked the orgasm for all it was worth, grinding her groin against his widely spread ass cheeks in small circles as the pleasure contractions continued deep in her womb and mixed with the electric sparks flashing on the tip of her clitoris.

With the vibrations of her inner dildo pressed up against the top of her gushing hole, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rippled through her, curling her toes and raising goose bumps all along her legs, back and shoulders. Time stood still as Katrina existed, for the moment, entirely within herself.

Marisa was still enjoying her oral ride when she sensed the explosion at the other end. She slid her fingers into the Judge's thin, graying hair, took a firm grip and yanked his head back, looking down into his eyes and smiling so broadly she could hardly stand it.

The Judge looked up and saw the madly leering Asian girl as she continued to rape his throat with short, circular thrusts of her member. He felt the hot jets of jism slam into his belly and knew Katrina was cumming in a massive, continuous orgasm behind him. His senses were so overwhelmed that he could feel only incredible pressure and heat reaching from deep in his belly out to his clenching anus.

Katrina reached up under the judge and found the nipple rings she had pierced him with earlier. She put the tip of her forefinger in each ring and gave them a hard tug downwards, using the small rings to pull herself in snugly against his asshole. The Judge was surprised by the sharp, ripping pain in his nipples and reacted instinctively by thrusting his chest downward to follow the pull. This had the unfortunate effect of thrusting his ass up, nearly ripping his balls from the rubber noose holding them tightly in place.

The Judge froze as the sharp pain in his nuts signaled immediate danger, allowing Katrina to stretch his pierced nipples far from his chest. She continued grinding away at his ass in short, thrusting circles, giving her ball sack a few more powerful squeezes to eject the remainder of hot jism into his stretched, sensitive bowel.

She was starting to return to the real world as she opened her eyes and looked up, seeing first the huge grin on Marisa's face as the tiny Asian girl continued to pleasure herself with his mouth. Katrina next became aware of the tight seal between herself and the Judge that began with the front of her stockinged thighs pressed hard against the backs of his thighs and ran the length of her body up to her full breasts which were flattened against his back. They were connected by a pole that ran from deep in his gut to well up and into the seat of her womanhood. She owned him - every bit of him. For the moment, he existed, if at all, exclusively for her pleasure.

The muscular contractions began to subside but did not stop as the vibrating member continued to trigger orgasmic quivers deep within her. Katrina felt a hot tingling flush all over her body as she continued to reflexively hump the Judge's ass in short, hard strokes. It was as though she was hooked up to some external power source that was driving her hips back and forth with Katrina merely an observer along for the ride.

She looked down and saw a reddish pink stain spread across his inner cheeks as the drops of blood from his torn rectum were spread and smeared by the thick, black pole. Katrina was not alarmed at the sight - she had seen it many times before. Tearing small capillaries were common when the black Avenger was used.

But, she also knew that the ride would have to stop to prevent permanent or serious damage to him. Although a small part of her would like to split him apart at the seams, the rest of her knew better and besides, she also had plans for the man that further injury would delay.

Katrina rode the last few waves and then let go of his nipple rings. She reached down for the switch and turned off the vibrator. Even with the vibrator turned off, the "hum" in her sensitive tissues and nerve endings continued as though it was still on as the sudden cut off of stimulation was simply not recognized by her body.

She slowly pulled out of him, drawing about two inches out before slipping her hand in to grip the base as she rested a moment before recommencing the withdrawal. Marisa watched the start of the withdrawal and wanted to get a closer look - she loved watching the sight of a giant black dick sliding in and out of a guy's ass and didn't want to miss this. She pulled her dildo out of his mouth, sliding the head along his tongue before resting it on his lower lip. She stroked his forehead with her thumbs in mock affection before pulling the dildo head free of his lips, leaving a long strand of thinning saliva connecting them before completely separating.

Marisa unbuckled her harness and gently eased the inner dildo out of her sopping wet hole. She put it down on the platform and walked back around to get a better view. She was astonished and incredibly aroused as she saw, for the first time, the extent to which Katrina had stretched and impaled him.

It looked like Katrina had rammed a black fence post up his ass. She could only shake her head and smile in wonder and admiration at the work of her darling Katrina. She knelt down beside her and stroked her back with the flat of her hand, running it up to massage the back of her neck before leaning over and kissing her gently but insistently on her full, red lips.

Marisa gently licked the back of Katrina's front teeth as Katrina played with the underside of Marisa's sensitive tongue. The Judge felt like he was being turned inside out - as though his guts were being pulling down and out through his ass as the giant pole slid out of him. He could feel the heat deep in his gut and against the inside of his flabby, white cheeks as the shaft eased its way out, leaving a trail of hot grease along the inside of his crack.

He didn't feel extreme pain, at least not yet, just a sense of a growing void in his gut as the enormous dick head retreated. His tightly stretched anus started to relax just slightly as the gradually thinning girth of the shaft put less and less pressure on it.

He felt a sudden warmth and pressure on his tightly bound and stretched, cold, numb balls as Marisa slid her small hand around them and gripped them lightly but firmly. She took a close look at the dark purple balls and felt how cool they were. She made eye contact with Katrina and nodded down in the direction of the dark purple lump. Katrina gave a half smile of recognition in return and continued to pull the shaft out of him.

The Judge braced himself for the excruciating pain he expected to feel in his balls as he felt the girl's small hand cup his tightly bound balls, her small fingertips feeling their way around the entire surface of his swollen orbs.

As the shaft was pulled out of him, he had an overwhelming urge to urinate as the withdrawing pole pressed hard against the underside of his full bladder. He could feel his rear passage collapsing and contracting behind the withdrawing dick head as his rectal muscles began involuntarily contracting to expel the black column. He felt the wider glans press hard against the inside of his anal ring, stopping the withdrawal momentarily before feeling himself being stretched open again from the inside out.

Katrina and Marisa both looked down at the long, thick black shaft connecting Katrina to the Judge and watched as his asshole opened wide to accommodate the large head as it worked its way out. Katrina pulled back with steady pressure, allowing time for his already slightly torn anus to expand.

Both watched as the rim of the dick head appeared pressing open the edges of his hole as it slid out. Marisa marveled at how quickly the anal sphincter contracted as soon as the rim of the glans passed through it. As the flared remainder of the huge dick head slid out and broke free, the Judge was left with a feeling of enormous emptiness as his sphincter suddenly had nothing to grip.

With the numbing pressure of the black column gone, the Judge regained feeling in his anus and suddenly felt a sharp sting as the acrid mixture of sweat, cum and lubricant oozed out and around his torn hole.

Katrina watched the thick, white ooze stream out of the Judge's asshole as his rectal walls continued to reflexively contract. She saw it branch off into three thinner streams at the back of his perineum, with two rolling down the insides of his spread thighs and the third following his stretched scrotum down to his strangled balls. The whitish cream began to coat his balls and drip down in thick globs to the platform below.

"God, There is nothing like watching a guy's thoroughly fucked asshole ooze cum - it's sooooooo pretty!" she marveled. 

Katrina lightly ran her fingers alongside Marisa's inner thighs before reaching up with two fingers to trace her incredibly wet slit. Marisa reacted immediately, grasping her stroking hand by the wrist and guiding Katrina's fingers into her tunnel. Katrina stiffened her fingers and penetrated her as far as she could, using her thumb to roll the girl's hard bud in small circles.

Marisa leaned over and pressed herself against the still harnessed domme, squeezing her inner thighs tightly to hold Katrina's fingers in her. Katrina used her other hand to lovingly stroke Marisa's face and neck, running her fingers through her fine, straight black hair.

Marisa felt a rush of hot pressure in her groin as she felt Katrina tilt her chin up with her thumb and forefingers and slowly bring her lips down to envelope the smaller girl's mouth. Marisa felt the woman's hot, slippery tongue slide out sensuously over her own tongue and begin stroking the roof of her mouth with its tip. Katrina twirled her fingers inside the girl's tight cunt and lightly stroked the underside of her clit with just the tip of her thumb.

The last light touch triggered the most delicious orgasm of the day for the tiny girl because it occurred in the arms of her lover, Katrina.

When the tiny girl's vaginal quivering stopped, Katrina slowly broke the embrace, looked deeply into her eyes and smiled, nodding in the direction of the Judge's purple balls.

"Probably time we set those loose. After all, we wouldn't want to have to castrate him, . . . would we?"

They both smiled as the comment conjured up an image of the Judge's purple balls plopping into a surgical steel bowl.

"No, we wouldn't want to have to do that," Marisa said with a half giggle.

Marisa reached down with both hands to the bottom of the metal pole supporting the Judge's groin and belly, finding the snap clip of the rubber strap holding his balls. She opened the clip and removed it from the eyelet, slowly letting the strap return to its normal length. She unwound it from his scrotum and opened the noose, slipping the loop off his balls.

The Judge felt relief with the release of pressure, feeling the warm blood return to his numb sack. The relief was short-lived however, as the returning blood also resuscitated his oxygen starved nerves, causing them to randomly fire out signals that his brain interpreted as pain - sharp, unremitting, gut wrenching pain.

Katrina walked back around in front of the Judge, stepped up in front of his face and unceremoniously slid the huge, black dick head into his gaping mouth.

"Your turn now, your Honor. Clean it good."

She was only able to get the enormous head a couple of inches of shaft into his mouth before gagging him. She held the base of the black column with her hand while she swirled it around his oral cavity. Katrina rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet to get the "mouth fucking" effect she liked.

"C'mon, get that tongue moving. We don't have all day."

As the Judge got his tongue working around the glans of the silicon shaft, he noticed the dungeon lights were starting to brighten, illuminating the areas around the apparatus that were previously pitch black. He thought he saw movement to his left, a flash of white against black.

The Judge automatically shifted his eyes left to focus on the motion and was astonished to see two young ladies reclining on a black leather divan. They were dressed in some sort of latex fetish gear, one white and one black. It was the motion of white latex that had caught his eye.

As the house lights came up and his eyes focused more, he saw another leather divan further to the left with only one young woman reclining on it. She was topless, wearing only a pair of sheer white panties.

She had her feet planted flat on the leather bed, heels nearly touching her bottom, knees up and widely spread against the padded arms of the low couch. She was looking directly at him while slowly stroking her slit under the filmy panty crotch. The lights continued to brighten and he caught a reflection of light from movement even further to the left, almost behind him and then another flash to his right - He saw two pairs of woman on leather divans, a single young woman up on a padded barstool; and another, by herself, on a heavily padded, high-backed lounge chair. All the way around to his right, at the limit of his vision, he saw a larger black divan with three figures on it, all entwined arms, legs and heaving breasts.

The Judge's eyes shifted right, then left, then back all the way to the right, trying to take it all in - trying to make sense of it. He saw that all of the girls were watching him as Katrina rocked slowly on the balls of her feet, slowly fucking his mouth with the head of the giant black dick.

More than just passively watching him, all of them were in various states of undress, partially clad in lingerie or fetish gear, and all of them were either masturbating themselves or another girl as they watched. The Judge looked up at Katrina, rolling his eyes up as far as they would go to see her face. Katrina met his eyes with her own smoldering stare and then smiled broadly, a short laugh bursting from her as she saw the questioning eyes.

"Yes John, that's right - we haven't been alone. There's an audience and you've provided quite an afternoon of amusement for them."

The Judge grunted in response, the dick head wedged in the back of his throat. Katrina continued to rock back and forth slowly as she spoke.

"As you may have guessed, I am not your average hourly pro-domme. In fact, I am not a pro-domme at all. At least not in the usual sense. I am the head mistress of this establishment. I am many things - teacher, investor, counselor and protector."

The Judge glanced back to his left and saw a girl with long blonde hair dip down between the legs of the brunette beside her and begin licking in long, slow strokes, the back of her head tilting back as it reached the top of her mound. The brunette's eyes bore into him as she reacted to the added stimulation by thrusting her hips up to meet the warm tongue. Katrina continued:

"Welcome! Welcome your Honor to The Aurora Foundation. Among many other things, we run a half-way house for young woman paroled from prison and starting a new life."

Katrina looked down at the puzzled look on the Judge's face as she continued to work the black shaft around his distended lips and laughed.

"Yes John, its true! This really is a county sanctioned and supported half-way house and your audience are all convicted felons. If you look closely, you might even recognize a couple of them - you've seen them before; of course under entirely different circumstances."

The Judge was confused and frightened as his eyes shifted left and right, trying to match what he saw with Katrina's words.

"It's a pilot program - you may even have heard of it. Young woman are placed in a rural facility under the supervision and guidance of a trained, experienced counselor and role model and taught useful skills so they can support themselves when they are introduced back into the community."




The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 12



The Judge looked back at her, disbelief in his eyes.

"Yes your Honor, it's true. This ranch - my ranch, is the rural facility and I, I am the counselor and role model for the girls. And the useful skills, well . . . you're sort of getting to experience them first hand yourself as part of one of many training sessions."

Katrina slid the dick out of his mouth, knelt down on one knee, gripped his hair with her left hand and brought her face inches from his, looking directly into his eyes before continuing.

"Why, I'm a shining example of the best the system can produce - a reformed ex-con who educated herself, put herself through college and graduate school, got a Ph.D. in psychology and returned to give back to the wonderful system that created me - the system that made this all possible."

Katrina gestured with her free arm, sweeping it up and back, indicating the enormous dungeon with all of the apparatus that was now visible in the light.

"Each of these girls are hand picked by me. They are rigorously screened and interviewed to ensure they will fit in well and benefit from this experience. All are under the age of twenty-six and each found herself in prison as the result of abuse. Sometimes it was a father, other times a husband or a boyfriend; sometimes, as was the case with me, Marisa and two of the other girls, it was somebody in the legal system - you for instance."

Katrina's eyes narrowed into slits as the word "you" was thrust into his face.

"Each of the young ladies that come here know what this place is about and come here voluntarily, in fact they are enthusiastic about the opportunity or they don't get selected by me." They spend their parole period here, learning the "skills" of a professional dominatrix and then "graduate" in our own special ceremony after they have fully demonstrated their ability. I set them up in practice in another city - kind of a franchise of this operation. Just think of me as a venture capitalist."

Katrina laughed at her last line and was joined by giggles from the young women all around them.

"And you, your Honor, . . . you get to be a benefactor of this worthy cause. Out of the kindness of your heart, not to mention the miles of audio and video tape which recorded every part of your application to come here and every moment of your session, you will be contributing on an ongoing basis to the financial well being of this important enterprise."

Again, the Judge looked up, surprised by Katrina again. Katrina smiled as she enjoyed watching the growing awareness on his face.

"Yes John, you are going to make quite a contribution to this organization - A hundred thousand dollars for starters and then twenty-five grand a month after that. And don't even try to poor mouth yourself. We have thoroughly investigated your credit and finances and know you can well afford it."

The Judge looked down, defeated - knowing he must do whatever she wants.

Katrina turned sideways and pointed behind her at a small desk, the size of a toddlers table, about twenty feet away. The Judge looked up and followed her gesture.

"John, over on that desk you will find three sets of papers - one is a full confession; a complete description of your activities on the bench and in your chambers. It describes dozens of assaults and hundreds of propositions. The list is long and given the number of years on the bench, probably isn't even the half of it. You will go to prison for a long, long time if we turn you in. And, your Honor, you can just imagine the reception you are likely to get in prison. I don't think your new comrades would have any compunction about tearing you a new asshole each and every day."

A look of sheer terror crossed the judge's face as Katrina's words sunk in.

"The second set is a transfer authorization that sends our charitable, tax deductible foundation the first hundred thousand and twenty five thousand a month thereafter. Don't look so sad John - after all, you get a great tax break. Heck, you might even be nominated for a "Man of the Year" award for your generosity."

The Judge's eyes grew wider and he winced at each syllable of the amounts.

"Finally John, we want to make sure that the payments continue even if you should decide to, shall we say, take it on the lam. The third set of papers creates an irrevocable trust that will continue the twenty five grand payments in perpetuity, regardless of where you are. It will continue even if you should meet with an untimely accident."

The Judge didn't react to Katrina's last statement, still in shock from all that was being thrown at him.

"Oh, and John, just initial and sign the papers. Don't even think of discussing or haggling over the terms. None Of This Is Negotiable!"

The Judge felt his wrists being freed from the posts on either side of him and then his ankles. Painfully, he drew his legs back together, asshole and flanks aflame from the last hour's treatment. The leather forehead band was undone and the top of the stocks opened up releasing his head. Marisa snapped a leash on his collar and walked him on hands and knees to the tiny desk. He found a pen waiting for him on the first set, picked it up and signed where indicated by the small, stick on arrows.

"Well done John, and thank you for your generous gift," Katrina said mockingly, causing the audience of young woman to laugh along with her.

"Oh your Honor," she cooed a bit, "there's one more thing . . . you haven't cum yet. After all, fair is fair. We've all gotten our rocks off, some of us many times," she giggled a bit and was joined by the others. "We want to make sure you get your money's worth and the girl's could use some additional training."

Katrina gave Marisa a short nod in the direction of a six foot wooden post and smiled. Marisa returned the smile, coyly covered her mouth with her hand and gave the leash of couple of short, sharp tugs in the direction of the post as she turned to go there. The Judge continued crawling on hands and knees following her.

End of Part 12



The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 13



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The Judge shuffled along behind Marisa on hands and knees, sliding along the cold, smooth dungeon floor. It didn't seem real to him. He felt like he was caught in a surreal nightmare from which he could not awaken. He looked up and saw the pale legs and small round butt of the diminutive girl as she led him to a dark, thick, wooden post rising from the dungeon floor about twenty feet ahead. He noticed how tiny her feet were as she walked ahead of him. She walked so lightly and gracefully that her heels seemed to barely touch the ground. The Judge couldn't believe that he was totally under the control and mastery of this childlike figure.

He looked around as he crawled and saw the audience of young woman slowly rising from their vantage points and slipping on or adjusting the small pieces of filmy nylon, silk, latex or leather that comprised their outfit. The Judge was shocked by the number of them - He had seen a dozen of them already but another dozen or so had been behind him or otherwise appeared from side entrances.

They were as diverse as could be imagined. It seemed as though every race and color was represented. There were asian girls with straight black hair; some long and silky, others cut short like Marisa's. There were black girls that ranged in color from a light coffee tan to dark purplish black. The caucasian girls ran the gamut of fair skinned blondes to dark skinned, black haired hispanics with every shade of hair and skin color in between. They were every size, from Marisa-like waifs to large, big-boned girls towering well over six feet in height.

Despite their great diversity, they all had one thing in common - all of them were staring at the Judge, eyes locked on to him and none of them were smiling anymore.

As he neared the wooden post, the Judge was able to make out more details. The post itself was a simple four by four stained nearly black in color with a variety of steel rings embedded at the top, middle and bottom and a pulley at the top with a line running through it that was tied off to a steel chock embedded in the post. The line was terminated at the free end hanging out of the pulley with a snap clip.

There was a black rubber mat in front of the post with several tethering devices anchored in the concrete floor protruding up through the mat. Off to the side was a stainless steel cart with a variety of bowls, buckets and implements. Looking around, he didn't notice how close he was to the post until he felt the change in floor texture as his left hand came down on the rubber mat.

The audience of young woman closed in around him as Marisa stopped short of the post and used the leash to position him on the mat. He noticed, for the first time, a flat metal bar set horizontally about three inches above the mat. About three feet long, two inches wide and a half inch thick, it was supported at each end by metal legs passing through the mat and into the concrete floor. It had a small ring at each end and on the top at the center.

Marisa used her feet to position his legs under the bar and then spread his knees wide so the ends of the bar were above the crevice behind each knee.

The girls continued to close in, forming a semicircle behind him. They were silent. The Judge heard only the slight sounds of their barefoot or stockinged feet padding on the smooth dungeon floor and the creak and rustle of their clothes.

He was so distracted by their movement that he didn't notice Marisa kneel down beside him and lock his leather knee cuffs to each end of the flat metal rod. The spreader bar had him wide open, a thin, whitish fluid was visible leaking from his bright red anus. Marisa shifted around behind him and tugged back on the leash, signaling him to straighten up on his knees.

The Judge passively knelt in front of Marisa, eyes glazed in semi-shock as she wordlessly pulled his arms behind his back and locked his wrist cuffs together with a barely audible "click."

Katrina had walked over to the wooden post as Marisa positioned the Judge's legs and leaned up against it, arms folded as she watched the proceeding. With his wrists locked behind him, Katrina straightened up and closed the distance between them with two strides, gripping his hair and yanking his head back to force him to look up at her.

"Okay lover boy - time to do a little close-up training for my girls on how to get a man off. Bend over and put your chin in that chin rest." Katrina pointed down at a small, leather covered, metal "L" shaped bracket embedded in the floor in front of him as she spoke.

The Judge slowly bent over at the waist and lowered himself, pulling his ass up to shorten himself sufficiently for his chin to fit into the bracket which was only a couple of feet ahead of him.

Katrina planted her foot firmly between his shoulder blades to hold him in position as Marisa slipped an inch wide, "U" shaped metal collar over the back of his neck, the ends sliding into receiving sockets that locked it tightly in place. Marisa handed Katrina one of the two nipple clamps she was holding and then knelt down to attach her clamp to his right nipple, the Judge groaning loudly as she squeezed it tight and then clipped the free end of the short chain to a small ring in the floor. Katrina mirrored her efforts with the Judge's left nipple.

"Yes your Honor, you're cumming along verrrrry nicely - we're almost done getting you ready - just a few more special touches to get it juuuuust riiiiight."

Katrina went over to the stainless steel service cart and picked up an odd looking leather harness that had cuffs, straps and buckles. She came back and straddled the Judge's prostrate torso lowering herself until she was sitting on his cuffed wrists, pinning them to the small of his back. The Judge felt the damp heat from her aroused cunt as she shifted herself forward a bit. He felt a leather cuff being buckled on his left arm, just above the elbow and then another cuff above his right elbow. He saw Marisa's tiny feet as she positioned herself in front of his face and then slid her feet forward, touching his shoulders as she straddled his neck, facing his raised ass.

She lowered herself slowly, squatting down until the small, rounded cheeks of her tiny butt made contact with the large bone at the base of his neck. She shifted around a bit and then let her weight settle on him, completely pinning his upper body to the concrete floor.

Katrina stood back up, still straddling the Judge's waist, planted her knee in the small of his back and suddenly pulled back hard on the leather straps connecting the cuffs, jerking his arms back as the distance between the cuffs was suddenly and violently shortened.

"You can thank your good friend Mandy for providing me with the idea for this little device. You remember her don't you? You had her work me over before you sentenced me. She used a more primitive version of this arm binder on me. It worked really well and I never forgot it. How does it feel your Honor - like your shoulders are being ripped from their sockets? Eh?"

The Judge groaned loudly as his upper back and shoulder muscles protested vehemently against the sudden assault. He felt like he was being folded in half, lengthwise, and couldn't bear the pain. Slowly, his stiff muscles stretched to accommodate the position, the sharp pain diminishing to a dull ache. Katrina waited a few moments and then gave the straps another hard jerk, tightening them further.

"AAArrrrgggggg," the Judge groaned loudly from deep in his throat as his upper arms were jerked further together, leaving only six inches or so between them.

He felt the leather straps being looped around his arms and cinched into buckles, holding his arms in place. Katrina's knee in his back hurt him as she leaned forward to complete her work. Marisa shifted around a bit while sitting on the base of his neck as Katrina's exertions aroused her. She rubbed herself back and forth, leaning forward to get some friction on her swollen clit.

With his arms pinned together and shoulders pulled painfully back, Katrina stood back up and stepped over his waist, "dismounting" him. She reached down and helped Marisa stand up. She brushed her lips with her thumb as Marisa drew close to embrace her. Katrina nodded and smiled at her.

"Let's give him a finale he'll never forget," Katrina whispered as Marisa brushed by her. Katrina's hand lightly kneading her small, rounded ass cheek as she went by.

Katrina stepped back over in front of the Judge, black stockinged feet on either side of his face, reached up behind her right shoulder and grasped the free end of the rope dangling from the pulley at the top of the wooden post. She pulled it down to waist level and handed the snap clip end to Marisa who was waiting for it behind the Judge's raised ass. Marisa clipped it to the ring joining the Judge's wrist cuffs together behind his back. Katrina grabbed the free end of the rope dangling down from the other side of the pulley and tested it with a light tug. The slack came out of the rope and the Judge's bound wrists jumped up a couple of inches in response.

"Yes, this will do nicely," Katrina purred.

"Okay Tanya, you're up - Let's see what you've learned," Katrina said facing the semi-circle of girls behind the Judge.

The front row of girls parted to make way for one of their own to step forward. There was a slight pause, the sound of rustling and light steps and then a figure came forward. She came around the front and stood a few feet behind Katrina, just in front of the wooden post. The Judge heard the sound of her movement and shifted his eyes left to pick up her form. As she crossed into his field of vision, a gasp escaped from his widely open mouth.

She was a combination of extremes - extremely tall at six foot three inches in her bare feet; extremely slender, she was runway model thin; and extremely dark complexioned, her skin color being so black that it had a kind of purplish hue. Every part of her was elongated - she was a collection of vertical lines in motion.

She moved with a slow, loping grace, long legs striding, long, stick-like arms swinging by her side as she moved. She had a ballet dancer's bearing and dignity, her long angular head was held erect on top of a swan-like neck. She wore only a white, elastic thong bikini panty that seemed especially bright and vivid against her black skin. It covered only the slit of her shaved crotch and disappeared in the crevice of her ass between two perfectly round buns. A thin coat of perspiration covered her body giving her a freshly oiled look.

"Yes John, we have a new playmate for you - Tanya. She's been with us for two years and is getting close to graduation. She needs a little practice for her "final exams," and she asked specifically for you. Oh, you probably don't remember, but Tanya is one of the girl's you sent up to serve hard time after refusing one of your propositions. Should be fun, eh?"

The Judge looked up at her, straining his neck and eyes to elevate sufficiently to take her all in. Tanya looked down at him and smiled a kind of half smile and dampened her dark lips with her bright pink tongue. She took a couple of steps towards him, Katrina stepping aside to make room for her. With her toes on either side of his chin, she slowly squatted down, knees flaring out to maintain her balance. At this close range, all he could see of her was her long flexed legs and white bikini covered crotch. She put her hands on top of his head to balance herself and gripped his hair. She leaned over and whispered menacingly in his ear:

"You're all mine now, you're Honor."

She patted him on the head as she stood back up, stepped over to the service cart nearby, picked up a few things and joined Marisa who was standing behind the upraised rear end of the trapped jurist. Katrina returned to her previous position in front of the Judge's face, stockinged feet on either side of his chin. She was still holding the other side of the rope and she gave it a few light tugs to get his attention.

"John, I love to have my toes licked and sucked and you've got an open mouth that is not busy right now - let's put it to work, shall we?"

Katrina slid her stockinged toes into his mouth which continued to be held wide open by the dental device on his back molars. At first he did nothing, but when Katrina jerked down hard on the rope, yanking his arms up painfully behind him, he put his tongue to work licking between her toes at a furious pace.

"Ahhhh, that's better your Honor - see how easy it is to make me happy."

As the Judge licked Katrina's toes, Tanya set down several implements and knelt down behind his ass. She looked down and enjoyed the sight of his pink balls swaying like a double pendulum. She saw the stainless steel restraining tube gripping his dick and the cap squeezing his engorged dick head, forcing the swollen glans out through the small seem between the cap and the tube. She looked back up and saw his swollen red anus, still covered with a white ooze, his inner thighs shiny from the run-off.

She cupped his balls in her palm as though weighing them and then circled his scrotum above his balls with her long fingers, thumb and forefinger making a large "O." She tightened her grip and smiled as she saw the Judge react, flinching, trying to get loose. She pulled down on his ball sack and watched it stretch, balls pressing against the thin, lower skin of his scrotum.

She pumped his balls like she was milking a cow, feeling the squishy vessels in his scrotum as she gripped it. The Judge was groaning with both pain and pleasure but little of the sound came out with half of Katrina's foot stuffed into his mouth and his tongue working hard to massage her big toe.

Tanya reached over beside her and picked up a black leather parachute harness and fitted it quickly on his ball sack, thin silver chains dangling down, joined together, terminating in a small snap clip.

Even as widely spread as he was, and he was spread to the max, the snap clip dangled a good two inches above the target attachment point, the small ring at the top center of the spreader bar. Undeterred, Tanya slid the harness down on his ball sack as far as it would go, pressing it hard against the top of his balls and then made up the remainder of the distance by slowly pulling down on the snap clip, stretching the loose skin of his scrotum, down, down, and down some more.

The muffled screams of the Judge who feared that his balls were being slowly ripped off by the vengeful girl were barely audible through his foot stuffed mouth as the center of his manhood was stretched to the limit. With steady effort, she covered the distance, finally clipping the stretched balls to the spreader bar ring to hold him in place.

"Okay your honor, let's get to work making my other foot happy," Katrina chirped cheerfully as she pulled her right foot out of his mouth and slid the toes of her left foot in. To emphasize the point, she jerked down hard on the rope, yanking his arms up another six inches, straining his shoulder muscles.

Tanya sat back on her heels as she watched his trapped and stretched balls turn from pink to red and then to purple as his fleshy white ass cheeks quivered in pain and fear. His irritated red anus winked open and closed as he awaited the new assault on his core. He tried to reduce the stress on his balls by lowering his ass but couldn't, his widely stretched knees unable to move wider, held fast as they were to the ends of the spreader bar.

"C'mon lover, you're not keeping up, get that tongue working," Katrina ordered as she gave the rope another tug.

"Ahhhhggggggg," the Judge responded to the additional twist on his arms.

Tanya ran her fingers lightly up and down the inside of his widely spread ass cheeks, brushing his sensitive anus with her softly rounded, French manicured nails. Each brush caused him to shake and quiver harder as arousal overwhelmed his senses. Tanya smiled broadly enjoying the show.

His painfully engorged dick strained against its metal boundaries and jumped with each contraction of his butt hole. She leaned over and picked up a plastic squeeze bottle from the warm water bucket beside her, turned it upside down above his quivering white crack, cupped her other hand under his anus and squeezed out a warm stream of the clear, viscous mineral oil. She rubbed it lightly into his crack, coating every part of the fleshy crevice with the warm oil.

Marisa watched Tanya prepare his ass and longed to be in her place. There is nothing, nothing as hot and sexy as fisting a virgin asshole, she thought. Well, if I can't take him, the next best thing is to watch a long black arm disappear into his fat white ass. And anyway, I'll get my turn next time.

As Tanya inserted the tips of her middle and forefinger into his anus and began to stretch him, slowly circling her fingers around and around just inside of his rectum, Marisa glanced over at Katrina and sensed that she wanted to relinquish the rope to focus on her own pleasure.

She padded on over and took the rope that Katrina readily offered to her as she pulled her foot from his mouth and squatted down in front of his face, lowering her butt to the floor as she wrapped her powerful, stockinged legs around the back of his trapped head. Katrina slowly pulled herself in with her legs, jamming her hot, dripping cunt against his open mouth as she pressed down hard on the back of his head with her muscular calves.

Marisa added encouragement by pulling down on the rope, twisting his arms up further.

Instinctively, the Judge tried to counter the twisting pressure on his shoulders by raising his torso but that effort was immediately cut short by the sharp pain in his nuts as they held him fast to the spreader bar.

He had been balancing the pain in his shoulders and balls by making slight adjustment in his torso and raised ass but all such balancing play was now gone as each tug on the rope just ratcheted up the pain. Marisa slowly hauled down on the line drawing the Judge's bound arms up painfully twisting his shoulders.

The Judge's muffled protests went unheeded as she raised his arms up to the desired final position. With his arms nearly vertical and the Judge shaking uncontrollably, she stopped and tied the rope off on the metal cleat embedded in the post. She used a locking loop to ensure his wrists stayed up where she had put them.

With one final check of the rope's tautness, she turned and stopped a moment to take in the thrilling sight of Katrina practically suffocating the old gent with her cunt as Tanya prepared his ass for her fist. She touched herself lightly below her engorged clit and pressed up, sending an electric charge of pleasure through her. She squeezed her thighs together around her hand to milk the sensation before regaining control of herself and heading over to kneel beside Tanya. She had one final, most important task that she had to do.

Tanya continued to stroke the inside rim of his anus with two fingers, sliding them further in with each stroke. Her long fingers slid in well past the mid point of his rectum, digging deeply into his sensitive core. She continued to pump her fingers in slowly, turning and twisting them as they went, pouring more warm oil over them as she coated his ass thoroughly with the slippery substance.

The Judge's groans of pain began, almost imperceptibly, to turn into groans of pleasure as her sliding, twisting fingers massaged his prostate through the thin rectal wall. He tried to hump back to take in more of her fingers but was stopped by the parachute harness holding his balls down tightly to the spreader bar. With his face buried deeply in Katrina's slit, he was slipping into "sub land," that almost catatonic state of sensory overload.




The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 13



Tanya slid her ring finger in beside her other two thrusting fingers without difficulty. She unfolded them to put them in line and then proceeded to slowly fuck him with the three fingers, twisting them a quarter turn when they were completely embedded in him, third knuckles pressed hard against his resisting anus.

Marisa knelt beside Tanya in aroused silence as she watched the black fingers disappear into him with stroke after stroke. Only the feel of saliva leaking from the corner of her slack mouth brought Marisa back to reality. She lowered herself down to the rubber mat, turned over on her back and slid herself under the Judge's heaving belly.

She turned and saw the oversized shiny cap covering his incredibly engorged dick head jump up and down as the assault on his asshole sent muscular contractions all through his groin. She located the clips holding the cap to the metal tube around his shaft and unhooked them. Then, holding the base of his jumping pole with one hand, she worked the thumbscrews on the clam shell tube loose until they were free from their sockets. With one motion, she opened the tube along its seam and removed it from his shaft.

Marisa watched the shaft instantly grow as soon as it was freed from the tube. Holding it at the base she felt the powerful pulse driving blood into his dick, swelling it with each beat. She held the cap on his dick with two fingers, pushing down to keep the thin rod planted deeply in his urethra. Marisa located the small, plastic collection cup near her and positioned it under the Judge's shaking, heaving belly. She knew the Judge couldn't take much more before he either exploded or collapsed from heart failure.

Tanya was smoothly reaming his ass with three fingers, stroking him deeply and dragging her fingers out against his front rectal wall to provide maximum stimulation to his incredibly swollen prostate. After a dozen more strokes, she curled her pinky under the other three fingers and slid it into his stretched rectal opening with only the slightest of resistence. His well oiled hole stretched and sucked up the fourth finger.

The Judge held himself very still, pressing back against her hand thrusts to maintain position to avoid the pain in his nuts from the slightest movement forward. Every part of him was shaking and quivering as he fought for air through Katrina's sopping wet gash. Blood continued to pump into his already hardened shaft. He could feel the tension in his groin being raised higher and higher. His entire being was now centered in his feverishly hot groin, straining to release the enormous pent up pressure from the entire afternoon's constant stimulation.

Katrina felt his hot breath against her wet cunt as he panted like a dog after a mile run. She felt the electric charge of orgasm course through her as she squeezed his head against her pubic bone with her powerful legs.

Tanya poured another stream of warm oil over his crack and her penetrating fingers as she curled her thumb under her four fingers and slid the tip of it into his stretched anus as she shoved her fingers deeply into his gut.

The Judge felt the sudden change in girth and grunted but he was in such a state of sensory overload that he felt no pain, just a kind of irresistible force stretching him apart. He did everything he could to stay absolutely still while she penetrated him. She withdrew her fingers about half way before sliding them in again, this time with her thumb tightly curled under the digital phalanx. She was in - five fingers.

Even in his aroused state, the Judge felt the difference as his ass was being opened up by her penetrating hand. Tanya slowly twisted her hand a quarter turn one way and then the other, stretching every part of his opening. She saw the top of his stretched anus redden as the already torn flesh leaked from dozens of rent capillaries.

Tanya had her thumb in up to the first knuckle but felt resistence from his already overstretched asshole to the lump of her thumb's second knuckle. Slowly, she sprayed a steady stream of warm mineral oil over the back of her plunging fingers; turned them a quarter turn and then steadily bore down with her penetrating fingers. Tucking her thumb in just a slight bit more brought the desired result - the second knuckle disappeared into his obscenely stretched hole. She was in him up to her thin, black wrist. 

The Judge grunted loudly in pain and surprise as he felt the last knuckle slide in him. He tried to remain still but his body betrayed him, instinctively thrusting itself forward to relieve the horrible pressure against his stretched opening. His balls turned dark purple as his sudden jerk forward yanked the parachute harness so tightly against his punished testicles that the stiff leather dug a groove into the tender orbs.

Katrina's legs tightened behind his neck pulling him tightly against her dripping slit as she ground herself up against his nose and upper lip to prolong her upteenth orgasm. Tanya poured more oil on her wrist and forearm and then pressed ahead, sliding her black forearm into him, reaching in with pointed fingers to the back of his hot, moist bowel. Slowly, she continued in, smooth forearm skin sliding against his gripping anus.

With about half of her forearm in she stopped and held it there, feeling his inner gut collapse around and grip her searching, penetrating fingers. Marisa reached over to the snap ring holding his balls tightly to the spreader bar and unhooked it, removing the parachute harness in one motion.

The Judge felt the sudden reduction in pressure on his punished balls and was relieved, but the relief was short lived. Moments after he felt the sudden release of tension on his scrotum, he felt the cool, long fingers of his tormentor slowly encircle his scrotum above his dangling nuts and grip it tightly.

Using his testicles for added leverage, Tanya began pistoning her arm in and out of his asshole, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. It felt like a baseball bat was being rammed up his ass as Tanya methodically pummeled his stretched rectum with her slick, sinuous, black forearm.

At first she kept her fingers pointed and folded together to minimize the girth of her hand, but slowly she unfolded them as her speed built. A loud squishing sound accompanied every thrust in as his ass shook and quivered under the assault.

The Judge was grunting now with every thrust, the air being forced from his lungs with every blow. He felt as though he had been split open but to his surprise felt little pain - only incredible pressure in his gut with each thrust and a burning, throbbing, spreading feeling of vibrating pleasure in his prostate as her finger tips continued to press hard against it with each passage of her hand in and out.

Slowly, Tanya increased the girth of her hand by unfolding the fingers and curling them, forming a fist as she powered her way in and out, drawing white, foamy lubricant with her on the out strokes. Tanya's black arm was a blur as the girls looking on behind her knelt down and inched closer for a better look. Some of the girls were rubbing themselves along their wet slits, others were passively receiving the fingers of others. There was heavy breathing all around as Tanya's pistoning arm reached a fever pitch of speed. One of the onlookers started to chant encouragement to the sweating, grunting black girl and was quickly joined by others to form a chorus of support.

"Yes, yes Give it to him Tanya - Give it to him. Give it to him. Give it to him!"

The chant quickened as the black girl's arm pistoned, machine-like into his stretched, bleeding rectum. White froth covered her arm as she mercilessly punched in with her tightened fist. She gripped his scrotum tighter, rhythmically squeezing his balls in time with her thrusts.

Marisa sensed he was right on the edge of exploding and immediately pulled the cap and rod from his dick and put the plastic cup over his outrageously swollen dick head. She gripped his shaft with her other hand to steady and aim it, that final touch being all that was necessary to trigger his explosion.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHH! AHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

Thick streams of white cum shot from his engorged dick into the plastic cup that Marisa held, using her other hand to grip his shaft and guide the torrent down into the waiting receptacle. The Judge was involuntarily thrusting his hips in wild muscular contractions that looked more like a seizure than sexual relief. John felt the hot torrents shooting out of him in an almost painful release of tension.

Tanya continued to piston in and out of his ass as he shot wad after wad of hot cream into the cup. She squeezed his balls just before each ejaculation to force out every bit of jism that he had stored there. Harder and harder she squeezed, pumping his sore testes like it was a rubber bulb on a blood pressure cuff, as the amount of sperm lessened with each successive burst. The electric bolts of pleasure froze him as it contracted every muscle in its path up his spinal cord to the base of his skull.

With the thrusting fist in his ass and hard squeezes on his ball sack, the bolts of pleasure combined with a sharp, biting pain to form a third thing - something nameless but all encompassing. It tore through him and the experience would leave him forever changed.

After his orgasmic convulsions finally stopped, Tanya slowly withdrew her arm, spreading her fingers as she slid them out of his greased anus until they finally broke free from the grip of his nether hole. Although the Judge had passed out from the sensory overload, Katrina and her many assistants had no difficulty untying him, flipping him over and re-securing him to the spreader bar.

Marisa closed the metal throat band tightly above his Adam's apple while Katrina drew his still cuffed wrists up towards the base of the wooden post, securing them with thick cord to the ring embedded in the base. She pulled all of the slack out of the cord, nearly pulling his shoulders out of their sockets, exposing his hairy armpits. His rounded white belly continued to rise and fall as the air rushed in and out of his widely stretched mouth.

Katrina came back and straddled the prostrate jurist, looking down at him with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt. Lightly, she kicked him below the ribs with her stockinged foot to see if he was awake. When he didn't respond, she straddled him, feet on either side of his neck and lowered her hot, slick bottom onto his chest. Marisa handed her a plastic capsule which she immediately broke and thrust under his nose.

The acrid smell of ammonia brought him around as he struggled to avoid the smell, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. The Judge groaned loudly from deep in his throat and struggled for air as he realized that Katrina's weight was keeping his chest from expanding, preventing the sort of deep air intake he needed.

"Welcome back your honor - you have one final experience to share with the women you victimized. You have been subjugated, controlled, raped and mouth fucked. Can you guess what this final experience will be?"

Marisa stepped forward and handed Katrina a set of large, metal tongs with a thick, serrated rubber coating at the business end. Katrina deftly reached into his widely stretched mouth with the tongs, gripped his tongue and pulled it out, nearly ripping it out by its roots. The Judge reacted with a cry of pain and surprise - "AaGGhhhhh!"

"Jocelyn, please come forward."

A small, shapely young blonde stood up from among the kneeling onlookers, smiled a half smile and stepped forward. The Judge looked up past Katrina's shoulder and saw first her face and hair and then the rest of the girl's body as she came forward. He was struck by the perfect shape of her breasts, full and rounded, capped by large, strawberry colored nipples.

She was wearing only a pair of powder blue silk panties, noticeably wet in the crotch. He looked back up at her face, at her pouty red lips and deep blue eyes and thought she looked vaguely familiar. She stopped at Katrina's side, bare feet just inches from his right ear. Again he strained to look up at her but at this close range he could no longer see her face, only her long, slim legs, blue silk covered crotch and the round undersides of her breasts.

"Jocelyn - this is Judge John Maynard Reynolds. Judge Reynolds - this is Jocelyn St. Claire."

The Judge looked slightly puzzled, thinking as he heard the name that he had heard it before.

"What's the matter your Honor - Kat got your tongue?!" Katrina laughed as she squeezed down harder on his tongue with the rubber tipped tongs and pulled it out a bit more.

The Judge's eyes suddenly got wider as he remembered - remembered where he had previously met the young blonde. It was the strawberry colored nipples. They were so unusually perfect - tilted up with thimble sized nipples.

"Yes your Honor," Katrina continued with sarcastic emphasis on the word "honor," as she saw the look of recognition on his face, "you have met her before. She's the another young lady that you personally abused, forcing her to suck your cock and swallow your cum. She was only fourteen at the time. That was five years ago. She's grown up quite a bit, don't you think? And she remembers - oh how she remembers that afternoon when you held her hair tightly and fucked her mouth, shooting your load deep down her throat."

The Judge's eyes grew wider still as more of his past caught up with him. Jocelyn stepped over his upturned face to straddle him, looking down towards his feet, and slowly lowered herself down on her haunches. She settled herself lightly on his forehead, crotch pressed against the bridge of his nose.

The Judge's world went black as her rounded ass cheeks pressed into his eye sockets. She curled herself lower, moving closer to his open mouth, gathered up some saliva and slowly let it drip from her full lips, down into his open mouth.

"Yes your honor, it's me, your little Jocelyn," she said.

She lowered herself further still, lips just a few inches above his as she whispered in a low, hoarse voice choked with emotion -

"Next time you will be all mine and this day will seem like a picnic in comparison before I'm done with you."

The words of the young girl struck home as the Judge realized, for the first time, that this was not a one time experience. They owned him now - body and soul and the retribution would be terrible and endless.

In the darkness, the Judge felt something thick and warm strike the back of his tongue and roll quickly down his throat. It was faintly salty as it coated his tongue and the back of his oral cavity.

The thin stream continued; the Judge swallowing and gulping several times before he realized what it was and gagged, trying to force it back up. Jocelyn held the plastic cup filled with his jism several inches over his mouth and continued to tilt it in a controlled manner to maintain a thin stream of the slick goo pouring onto the back of his tongue, down his throat and into his belly.

The Judge struggled to avoid the warm syrup but Jocelyn just leaned her weight a little more on his forehead to thoroughly pin his head in place.

"How does it taste your Honor? Hope it warms your belly as much as it warmed mine."

Jocelyn laughed as she watched the last few thin strings of his white goo fall into his open mouth and slide down his throat. Judge Reynolds gagged and coughed uncontrollably as he fought to keep the goo from sliding down his windpipe. 

It was the last thing he remembered from the session. They must have given him some sort of drug because the next moment in time that he could remember was his slow awakening in the back seat of his car, parked along the shoulder of a remote country road. It was night time. He had no idea where he was or even what day it was. He found the keys to his car in the ignition and found his way home using the car's GPS.

. . . 

The Judge eased himself down into his soft black leather chair that he had prepared first with towels and a thick, down pillow to cushion his striped ass cheeks and torn rectum. The bottom of the black cotton running suit trousers they had provided was soaked with a combination of liquified lubricant that continued to leak down from deep in his bowel, and the antiseptic they had used to wash his bowel and groin, shooting some of it way up his rectum with a large syringe.

He was so exhausted that he felt weighed down by the very air around him. The Judge tilted his head up and looked at the ceiling, noticing the elaborate carvings at the top of his floor to ceiling mahogany bookcases. He couldn't get the humiliating finish or the words of the little blonde girl, Jocelyn, out of his mind.

He had found an envelope slipped under his door when he arrived home. Using his heavy silver letter opener to unseal it, he pulled out the envelope's contents. There were two items. He placed them both on his desk blotter.

He stared at them, looking at one, then the other, then back again to the first. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh as he picked up the first item. It was a thick, cream colored card with thin, fancy script writing.

There was a faint floral scent about it as he brought it to his nose for a sniff. He looked it over carefully, noticing first the elegant, raised letterhead at the top, "The Aurora Foundation." Next the word, "Invitation," the "I" being especially curled and fancy. The body of the brief text contained the date and time of the next Foundation "Fund Raiser," at which his presence was requested. He felt the smooth, thick card and the grooves of the letters engraved deeply in the rich paper and knew that life as he previously knew it was over.

He looked over at the other item - a single photograph. He picked it up and looked at it closely. The photograph was a clear, close-up picture of him as he was being fucked in the ass by Marisa. The look of bliss on his face was unmistakable. She was in him to the hilt and even with the dental device forcing his mouth open, it was obvious that he was excited and aroused, eyes wide open in manic pleasure.

He turned it over and found a short line of text in small, precise handwriting - "Check out the web site honey."

The words cut through him like a spear.

"Oh God - They wouldn't, they wouldn't . . . ." he cringed.

He turned on his computer, waited what seemed like an eternity for it to boot up, and quickly got on the net, selecting Katrina's home page from his bookmarks. The familiar figure snapped onto his screen, startling him.

He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as goose bumps ran down his sides. The cruel, emerald green eyes sliced through him. He selected the "new photos" choice from the index and saw the photo that was on his desk snap quickly into focus on the screen. He gasped and sucked in a slug of air, letting it out slowly as the photo became razor sharp, everywhere but on his face. It remained blurred. He let out a sigh of relief but the message had been received. But for the blurring of his face, his entire career and reputation would have been destroyed.

In almost a detached fashion, he clicked through the other "new photos," all of them from his recent session. His face was blurred or otherwise obscured in all of them. Despite all of the remembered pain, the photos excited him. He looked at them and relived the incredibly intense sensations, the constant gnawing fear, the exhilaration of release, the joy of complete submission.

"God help me but I loved it," he whispered quietly to himself.

The Judge looked up from the screen, around the darkly paneled room with the endless rows of heavy case books and legal tomes and felt something inside of him close, sealing off a previous life. He felt another part of him open, something new and somehow liberating. He looked down at the invitation and felt an intense mixture of excitement and fear.




The Mistress and Her Justice Ch. 13



His mind jumped ahead two weeks to the date on the invitation and in his mind's eye he saw Jocelyn again, standing over him. She was wearing a thick, black strap-on dildo and looking down at him with contempt. He slowly raised his legs, pulling his knees back to his chest, hooked his arms behind his knees and spread his ass cheeks with his fingers.

The Judge returned from his daydream, looked around the dark, quiet room, reached up with his fingers to feel the thin silver rings with Katrina's initials that still pierced his nipples. He gave them a slight tug and smiled a secret smile to himself.

The End.

*

Note to My Readers:

This story is complete as it is but if I receive enough feedback that you want more - a continuation of the story, I will be glad to write it. There is still much to be explored with Judge Reynolds, Katrina and Marisa; not to mention Tanya, Jocelyn and of course defense lawyer Sheryl Bailey, jail matron Mandy Buckowski, brief boyfriend Ted, father Big Ed and The Aurora Society.

Kelmag - December, 2008



The Mistress & The Masochists



My name is Paul and I'm a 29 year old man with a great job in advertising. I'm 5'11 in good shape, have black, short hair and a real boy next door look. My girlfriend of over ten years is Jennifer and she is a year younger than me, has the most gorgeous olive, Latino looks, long chestnut coloured hair and is permanently smiling in public. We are the perfect couple I guess, we never really argue and are deeply in love. The only thing is we are both extremely masochistic.

We got into bondage and BDSM early in our relationship and it has been a huge part ever since. We have both tried switching and dominating the other but it has never really worked and it wasn't long before we started visiting a professional dominatrix. It started to become the focal part of our relationship yet both of us were more and more happy and content with it and wanted harder and harsher challenges, so we moved from one Mistress to the next, always seeking the next level of thrill and domination. We wanted to be sexually and mentally dominated and humiliated, to be totally degraded as a couple and objectified and we were willing to pay top dollar for it. After all we both had good jobs and could afford to finance our fantasies at the weekend. Then, last month, we heard about Mistress Lucy. A couple we knew from the scene told us about her and promised us they had never, ever met someone so harsh and domineering. We had to contact her when we heard that.

She had moved here from the West coast last year and had the reputation of being the harshest and most dominant Mistress in the business, she charged big money but we met that and paid for the harshest night of our lives.

When she allowed us into her dungeon we were taken back by how small and petite the woman was. She was Asian, in her thirties and had long, jet black hair and actually smiled a lot as we spoke about our fantasies and paid for the session but as soon as she had ordered us to strip and tied my girlfriend up her whole demeanour changed and she became the most dominant, evil woman either of us had ever encountered. This is an accurate account of what we can remember of that day and keep in mind we had paid for this, we had brought it on ourselves!

Jennifer's chest hung cruelly forward. Minutes earlier her nipples had been forcibly pierced and a thick metal ring put through each then a 10kg weight hung on a chain from them both. With her hands bound together then hooked over a hook in the ceiling of the dungeon, her beautiful, naked Latino body hung helplessly as gravity served to torment her. Her eyes were blurred with tears as she watched the scene on the other side of the dungeon.

I stood naked with his wrists handcuffed behind my back in the centre of the room, each of my ankles chained to metal hoops on the floor, spreading my legs apart slightly. Before me, clad in a magnificent PVC cat suit was Asian goddess Mistress Lucy. She licked her lips as she appraised the slave fuckmeat in front of her. Without warning she brutally kneed me in the testicles, eliciting a howl from the bottom of my throat as I sunk to my knees on the cold stone floor. Lucy sized up the body before her before measuring an equally vicious kick right into my groin, this time I squealed like a pig . There would be no mercy for me, however, as Lucy just lifted her heavy, high-heeled jack boots and stamped down on my crushed cock and ground into it like she was extinguishing a cigarette. Luckily for me she left my punishment at that for the moment.

"Slaves!", Lucy shouted "Get in here and prepare this worthless specimen."

Stepping over my helpless form Lucy slinkily walked over to Jennifer, as some men ran into the dungeon, whose eyes were wide with shock at how her boyfriend had been emasculated so quickly.

"Well Slut, I don't think he'll be fucking you any time soon do you?"

"Y-You Bitch", Jennifer bravely stated (her favourite act the captured young woman who defied her captor and was broken down).

Lucy just laughed.

"You have no idea Jenny, no idea. But you will soon."

Lucy ran her leather gloves slowly over Jennifer's shaking body, pausing to tweak each of the nipples with their load. She stroked down to that amazingly curvy ass and plucked a long, thick dildo from Jennifer's arsehole that she had forcibly rammed up there over ten minutes ago. 

Lucy smelt the tip.

"Well, well your ass may be sweet but it stinks like everyone else's. Now suck it!"

She thrust it at Jennifer's mouth, my girlfriend only just managing to shut her mouth in time. Momentarily angered Lucy spat full in Jennifer's face. She soon regained her composure and coolly nipped her victim's nostrils between her thumb and finger and cut off her air. Eventually Jenny had to open up and Lucy drove the shit covered dildo into her mouth with glee and used duct tape to keep it in place.

Lucy playfully pulled on the weights as she turned to see if her male victim was conscious and ready for the next part of her plan.

I gasped and groaned as I came aware of my current position. I was on hands and knees with ankles and wrists shackled to metal rings embedded in the floor. I longed to curl up into the foetal position and have a long peaceful sleep where this was only a nightmareeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......I screamed as I was violated. As I had come to Lucy had strapped on a thick, black dildo, got on her knees behind me, winked evilly at my restrained fiancée then thrust the plastic cock right up my asshole. Mistress Lucy rode me like a wild animal degrading and debasing me. With her left hand she took a firm grip of my hair and pulled back hard, with her right she pulled viciously on the twine noose her slaves had tied in a slipknot around my bruised balls. Lucy's punishment was too much for me and I broke down sobbing as she raped me like this in front of my horrified girlfriend.

Eventually Lucy withdrew and she smiled at Jennifer and said "Just wait until you see what I've got lined up for you Bitch!"

Mistress Lucy stood proud before the broken form of her latest male client and playfully poked me in the face with her still attached strap on dildo.

"You're my Bitch now Paul, and you'll do as I say unless you want more of the same."

I nodded slowly.

"Good. Suck my black cock Bitch!"

I did so wordlessly and eagerly.

"Good."

Lucy then snapped her fingers and one of her slaves brought over a video camera.

"Now look into the camera and say "I like sucking black cocks."

And I did so, I was totally broken. And as I did Lucy smiled a vindictive smile and said.

"Oh good, because this is Clyde and this is Arnie and their big fans of submissive slut boys like you. Boys show them how BIG fans you are!"

They were only clad in tiny loin clothes anyway and those were easily discarded to reveal two huge, thick, veiny, stiff black cocks, pointing straight at me. And within seconds I was being spit-roasted as I took their cocks in my two holes as Lucy filmed the wild sex orgy taking place before her with every intention of editing straight from my forced admission to this scene. Jennifer looking on in anguish as her man was reduced to Mistress Lucy's fuckslut slave. The two muscular black men each had dicks over 10 inches in length and my body jerked wildly from the pummelling it took. My mouth and ass struggled to cope with the pounding they were taking. Both men simultaneously pulled out and spunked their massive loads over my face, humiliatingly covering me in their sticky white cum. I could feel it in my hair, in my eyes, nose and bubbling in my mouth.

Lucy zoomed the camera in on my humiliation as Clyde and Arnie withdrew from the dungeon. She strode over to Jennifer and slapped her hard on the cheek, this stunned my girlfriend and she barely reacted as the Asian Queen bitch ripped off the tape and removed the dildo from her mouth. As Jennifer spluttered, her captor unhooked and untied her arms. Jennifer collapsed to her knees awaiting what would happen next What happened was Lucy picked up a bucket of ice cold water and flung it over Jennifer's face and body.

"Right you fucking slut I want you to crawl over to your loved one and lick all that lovely cum off his face." 

Jennifer barely reacted so Lucy produced an riding crop and gleefully goaded her slave with the words.

"Come on cunt, drag your worthless carcass over there or I'll whip your cock suckers ass so bad."

Whimpering Jennifer dragged herself towards me, the weights stretching her breasts painfully out. It was a slow process and throughout Mistress Lucy strode next to her with her high stiletto's inches from her nose. Eventually she made it and as I lay in a post -rape haze Jennifer licked the two rapists cum off her boyfriends face as the evil Lucy videotaped the whole event.

Once that was complete Lucy took the weights off Jennifer's tits and allowed her to rest on the floor. I was dragged off by two slaves and had my hands tied behind my back and stood on a stool, a noose was then passed around my cock and balls, meaning that if the stool were kicked away I would be hung by my balls from the ceiling!

Lucy smiled as I started to realise my situation. She turned to contemplate Jennifer.

"Well Slut, while Paul had two admirers you're the lucky one, you've got ten!"

She snapped her fingers and ten guys entered the dungeon. They were all big men (in every sense) and all were extremely aroused and as Lucy withdrew to stand next to me and film the ensuing scene they swiftly fell upon my girlfriend like lions on their prey.

For nearly two hours Jennifer was fucked senseless. Each and every man fucked each of her holes hard and fast. She was 'airtight' (a cock in her main 3 orifices simultaneously) much of the time and towards the end of the ordeal she took multiple cocks in the same hole, including double anal penetration and an amazing three cocks in her mouth simultaneously. Lucy captured it all on film. She also captured loose cum and fluids in a large glass vase and as the final man took his leave from the room Lucy unzipped a zip at her crotch and pissed into the half full vase. She took it over to the stunned Jennifer and proceeded to pour it down her throat until she choked and gagged on it. Lucy poured the remained over her face as she filmed the scene with her other hand. I could only look on as my girlfriend was treated in this extreme domination. Lucy attached a dog collar around Jennifer's neck and connected it to the wall then put ball gags in both of her prisoners mouths then left us for some time.

For the next hour or so I stood there, precariously balanced on the stool and Jennifer knelt on the cold floor. We shared looks but neither of us dared to speak. The looks were enough, we were both in bliss this had been the best yet, it was so extreme, so kinky and I knew both of us would never be able to go back to the lame domination of the past. This had cost us a lot of money but it had been worth every penny.

When Mistress Lucy marched back into the dungeon she looked happier with herself than before. She undid Jennifer's leash and positioned her head at my crotch.

"No we'll see how much you love your boyfriend bitch! In exactly three minutes I am going to kick the stool from beneath his feet, thereby hanging him by his balls. You have those 3 minutes to suck him off and make him cum, if you fail to get him to climax in your mouth he hangs! The time starts now!"

Suddenly my vision and senses seemed to sharpen by about one hundred percent. I felt Jennifer's mouth wrap itself around my cock and eagerly begin to suck and lick it to full stiffness quickly. Lucy smirked and circled us, indiscriminately hitting us with her riding crop as she did so. She gave us no indication of time passing but as my beautiful girlfriend gobbled on my cock I saw the glint in Lucy's eye and knew I was in trouble. Then I thought I was saved, I felt my balls tighten and churn and prepare to spew their load. Just as my white baby seed came forth, Lucy kicked the legs of the stool and I lost my balance. For a millisecond I kept my balance then my weight took me over and I plunged down, my cock wrenched from Jennifer's mouth just as cum shot out over her tits. Then the rope went straight and my balls took my full weight. Jennifer and Lucy looked at me for a few moments before Mistress Lucy cut me loose, the pain just enough for me to enjoy but not too much to permanently hurt me.

It was an hour later before the two of us were showered and dressed and prepared to leave, thanking Mistress Lucy profusely for her services and taking the video tape of the session from her and already making plans for how to get more extreme for our next session. For the moment our masochistic tastes had been sated but it would not last long. 



The Mistress Auction Ch. 01



The Marquess of Ravenswood hated dramatics. 

He also loathed crowds, prying eyes, and London. Yet, there he sat, in the very back row of what was surely the most infamous, crowded event in the city's history. Only one thing could pry him to this cesspool. 

The Hellfire Club was having an auction. 

Even Ravenswood couldn't resist that temptation. He shifted in the rickety wooden chair, his large frame unused to such cramped spaces. A growl of impatience left him. "For a gathering that's supposed to be secret, there are crush of fools here." 

Next to him, Lord Seth Cardew rolled his eyes. "Only you would call two hundred attendees a crush, Will. It's been almost a year since the last auction, you know. Our membership craves this sort of diversion, even those whose pockets won't let them bid." 

Will grumbled. Truth be told, he wouldn't be attending this blasted event, if it weren't for the letter. Even in the wilds of Yorkshire, he kept up with London's underbelly. Gossip had reached him, quietly and with the archest of tones, that suggested he might find tonight's auction particularly interesting. He didn't dare hope that what he looked for would be on display, however. In the five years since Violet had left him, no woman had tempted him for long. To think one of the women here, willingly selling herself to the highest bidder, would fill that void was ludicrous. He would be a damned, romantic fool to assume such a thing. 

Just in case, though... 

Just in case, here he was. Dressed like a Christmas goose, in his top hat and tails, and antsy. He'd taken the train down just that morning. "Get on with it," he growled. 

As if bidden by his thoughts, the electric lights dimmed. The audience members, or buyers he supposed, were left in shadows, while the slightly raised stage remained illuminated by a host of white, glowing tapers. A woman stepped out of the gloom and onto the stage. Hers was a serious beauty, made more so by the candlelight. Inky black hair swept back in a chignon, with features as sharp as a hawk, she reminded Will of a governess. 

If governesses wore men's clothing, of course. The mistress of ceremonies was kitted out better than Will. On her tall, slim frame she'd donned black trousers, a perfectly tailored jacket, and gleaming, emerald silk waistcoat. The only nod to her femininity was the bright red stain on her lips. 

Will roused a little, intrigued against his will. She wasn't for him—too sharp, when he'd been spoiled by curves—but he appreciated beauty in all forms. 

"Welcome, friends, to The Hellfire Club's Mistress Auction," she said in a deep, throaty voice. The room quieted even further. "I am Madame Valerie, purveyor of fine mistresses and the ringleader of this particular circus. We'll start, as always, with the gold contracts." 

"Bring on the whores!" 

She narrowed her eyes at the audience, skewering the interrupter. "These are not whores, sir. The women who take part in this auction are of the highest breeding and class, women who have willingly signed their contracts and are bestowing their talents onto select, respected persons. We vet not only our mistresses, but their protectors." Her tone suggested the man in question could kiss his luck tonight goodbye. Madame Valerie straightened and continued her introduction. "As I was saying, we'll start with the gold contracts. For those who are new to our ranks, I will explain." 

"The Hellfire Club color codes our contract levels, each corresponding to a prescribed set of limitations. Gold contracts, the rarest, are entered into very carefully. There are no limits on what you can do, after purchasing a gold contract, aside from inflicting permanent bodily harm. For whatever amount of time she signs on for, the mistress will be under the buyer's complete control, both sexually and personally." 

"She is, for all intents and purposes, an indentured sexual servant. Though, one who is paid quite handsomely for her time. We start the gold contract bidding first, so that your pockets are filled to her liking. Shall we begin?" 

Enthusiastic applause met her questions. With a flick of her wrist, Madame Valerie cued someone offstage and three women filed up the stairs, then into the light. Each was shrouded, from head to toe, in a velvet cloak. Red, green, and white, they looked like Christmas decorations, The Hellfire Club's sadistic nod to holiday merriment. They stopped behind Madame and bowed their covered heads in unison. 

Madame Valerie nodded her head. She smiled, cold and fast. "Very good, girls. Now, Twenty-Two do come forward. We begin with your contract." 

The green-cloaked woman moved forward. Even covered by velvet, her generous body was evident, hips moving in sensuous rhythm with each step. Will stirred, aching for a closer look. That walk. It struck a chord in him, unfurled some long-tamped desire to possess. 

His lips twisted in the gloom. What foolishness. Underneath that cloak, she would be like every other woman he'd had. Beautiful, surely, but uninspiring. 

As if reading his mind, Madame Valerie reached out one slim hand and untied the other woman's robe. It fell to the floor in a puddle of emerald. 

The audience gasped. Several people around Will flipped through their programs, searching for her information page. 

Will started. She was completely nude, save an extravagant green half mask. Tumbling waves of long, dark red hair rioted around her, framing her body with flame. God, what a body. Twenty-Two was all curves. Generous breasts, more than a handful each, sat high above lush hips and an impossibly narrow waist. Will grew hard with just one glance, his cock insisting that he open his wallet, give her whatever she wanted. Anything to take her. 

Was her skin really so fair, or was she scattered with light freckles up close, like gold leaf over a canvas? Suddenly, it seemed the most important thing that he find out. 

He'd so loved Violet's freckles. 

The hand on his shoulder shocked Will out of his daze. He was half out of his chair, Seth restraining him with a smile. "Patience, Will," his friend whispered, with a laugh. 

Right. The Hellfire Club would have its pomp and circumstance. No matter that Will was the richest man here by a mile, heir to both a dukedom and an American shipping fortune. This girl was already his, no question. Whatever amount of time she was contracted for, Will wanted her. Perhaps she, so like his first love in both coloring and form, would be the one to finally flush that need from his system. 

He would pay millions for such peace. 

*** 

The Countess of Mulvane shivered. 

Despite the fires raging in the ballroom, Georgiana was chilled through. Standing naked in a room full of your peers trembled even the most stalwart body. Given her life lately, she wasn't feeling particularly hardy. What foolishness, to think this would be the easy part. 

After agonizing over this decision, the Countess was ready to get on with it. There would be no more worry, simply pure sensation. Meet the man, fuck him madly for six months, then spend the rest of her life free. What a lovely word that was. Free. 

Funny, really, that giving in to a stranger's every sexual whim was her ticket to true freedom. Not only would her sisters be safe from scandal, but little Camille would be set up for life. All for something she enjoyed immensely. Stephen, damn his treacherous soul, had been a terrible husband, but an adventurous lover. 

And yet... 

And yet nothing had quite prepared her for this feeling. Lascivious eyes raked over her body. Hundreds of masked and shadowed figures loomed in the darkness ahead of her, making appreciative murmurs of her form. If her mask should slip, all would be lost. The utmost secrecy of the contract was part of what lured her to the Hellfire Club. No one but her lover need know that the Countess of Mulvane had sunk so low. All of Stephen's failures were overturned, in exchange for half a year of Georgiana's service. 

It wasn't even a choice. She willed the mask to stay put. 

"Please turn around, Twenty-Two," Madame Valerie ordered. 

Georgiana slowly pivoted to the back, conscious of every inch of her body. The audience's gazed tickled over the flare of her hips, down the swell of her bottom. Only two men had seen her so bare. To think that number was now multiplied a hundredfold, in less than a minute. 

Her eyes burned into the masked faces of the two women standing robed, at the back of the stage. The snowy fall of white silk and the bright crimson velvet shimmered in the light. What circumstances had brought them here? Were they desperate to right a wrong, like Georgiana, or merely in search of a few hedonistic thrills? Would that she could see their faces, find solace in their shared experiences. Madame Valerie had kept them in separate rooms, until right before the auction began. Time for one last reflection, the intimidating woman had suggested. 

"Our dear Twenty-Two has a generous figure, to be sure." A cold, slim hand traced the line of Georgiana's spine. Goosebumps raised along her skin. When she came to her bottom, Madame Valerie squeezed the right cheek in apparent appreciation. "What a magnificent rump you have, lovely one. A man like's something to hold on to." 

The audience whooped. A room full of aristocrats turned to rowdy schoolboys, with a little nudity and sexual titillation. Madame Valerie pushed at Georgiana's side, indicating she should turn once more. The woman's throaty voice continued its examination. "Twenty-Two's true assets, though, are these breasts." At that, the mistress of ceremonies came around to the back of Georgiana, arms threading through hers like a lover. The woman's breath, hot and minty, caressed her neck. Madame Valerie cupped both of the countess's generous breasts in her hands. "Rare to have breasts so large still be so perky. What do you think, lads? Would we call them melons or grapefruits?" 

"Cantaloupes!" 

"Honeydews!" 

Madame Valerie laughed. "She will certainly do, honey." 

A flush spread across Georgiana. Would the blasted auction never start? She raised her head a fraction, responding to the ribald investigation with hauteur. Her governesses had probably never intended those comportment lessons to land a peer's daughter here. Georgiana knew the ropes, though. The more they lusted after her, the higher the price. Whatever wicked little tricks Madame Valerie planned, they would drive the final payment higher. Her family was worth a moment's—a lifetime's—humiliation. Just as she finished that thought, Madame took both of her nipples in hand and pinched. Hard. 

Georgiana shrieked, taken by surprise more than pain. Sensation flooded her. Heat pooled, low and banked, in her pelvis. 

"They're sensitive, as well. Think what fun might be had with these darlings. I bet our prim little lady would love a set of clamps for Christmas." 

The audience cheered in support. Georgiana shivered, desire ramping up past her defenses. How did Madame Valerie know? Stephen had a pair of clamps made especially for her, gold chain with emeralds winking at each tip. They'd been sold to a discrete buyer, along with everything else of value in Mulvane House. Just like Georgiana herself would soon be sold. 

Resolve wrapped around her heart. No. 

This was a temporary arrangement. She was selling her body willingly, happily even, but it was hardly the whole of her. Whomever paid for Georgiana's contract would receive a fool's bargain. He could have her body any way he wanted, but her soul wasn't up for grabs. She'd given that away only once and lived to regret it bitterly. 

Madame Valerie raked her hands down Georgiana's body, narrating for the audience, as she went. No mole, no patch of skin was left unviewed. The countess half expected the little majordomo to open her mouth and count each tooth aloud. For the inspection's finale, Georgiana was turned around once again, back facing the audience, and ordered to bend over. She clasped her ankles and closed her eyes. Cool air wafted over her nether regions. 

Oh, for heaven's sake, Georgiana. Don't be so missish. 

Nether regions, indeed. Her vagina—her cunny, Stephen had called it—was on full display for hundreds of people. Surely she could dismiss the euphemisms now. 

Madame Valerie spoke again. "Note the naturally red hair, gentleman. This one is a true ginger beauty." An elegant finger traced the opening of Georgiana's slit, which was embarrassingly damp. "See how she glistens? Twenty-Two loves to submit to my whims. A natural pleasure object, as we proved during her training. You should see how she responds to the strap." 

Shame, that useless emotion, flooded through Georgiana. How strange, to have her sexual deviancy discussed in such a cold, logical manner. She would be banished from Mayfair, if it got out that Countess Mulvane enjoyed being defiled in such a way. Yet, it was true. The last few weeks of training for the Hellfire Club had opened her mind to a world of sexual possibilities. Stephen had been dominant, yes, but he was the Pope compared to Mistress Valerie. Worse yet, Georgiana had enjoyed every moment. The darker the act, the more intense her pleasure. 

As if reading her mind, Madame Valerie began a rhythmic exploration of Georgiana's folds. The majordomo stroked up her pussy lips, around her clitoris. Up and down. Back and forth and— 

"Oh, God." Georgiana couldn't control the invocation. Her body was alive with sensation. Nipples pebbled, muscles twitched, with the glorious motions. 

"Such a vocal little thing. Enjoying yourself, Twenty-Two?" 

"Yes. Oh, yes." 

Slap. Madame hit her bottom, open-handed. "Yes, what?" 

The weeks of training jogged Georgiana's memory. Her voice was thready with desire. "Yes, Madame Valerie." 

"That's better." The mistress plunged a finger into Georgiana's opening, drawing circles with her thumb over the nearby clitoris. A second finger soon followed. 

Georgiana groaned in response. Heavens, that was good. So terribly, horribly good. 

"Do you want to come, little one?" 

"Y-yes, Madame Valerie." 

"Say it. Tell these people what your naughty little body wants. Tell them exactly how bad you can be, despite those angelic curves." 

"I want to come, Madame Valerie. Please keep doing that with your hands." 

Slap. "Doing what exactly?" 

"Playing with my c-cunt, Madame." The words burned through Georgiana. Humiliation warred with desire. Desire won, desperate and hot. Just a little more. "I like it when you fill my cunt with your fingers and stroke my clitoris. Would you go a little faster, please, Madame?" 

Slap. Slap. Thwack. A flurry of strokes rained down on Georgiana's upturned bottom. Pain twined with pleasure, white hot and sharp. Madame obliged the pleas, though, her hands working furiously at Georgiana's clit. Spanks alternated with strokes. Sensation overcame the countess, her cries dancing in the air. 

Oh, it hurt. God, it felt so, so— 

Georgiana climaxed, with a shout. The release washed over her in a storm of pleasure, twitching her muscles and firing each nerve, like a cannon. When she finally regained her senses, Georgiana quietly said the final words of her training. "Thank you, Madame Valerie." 

Another slap to her bottom. "You're quite welcome, Twenty-Two. Stand up and turn around." 

Doing as bidden, Georgiana faced the audience once again. A drop of sweat whisked down her spine. The front row of spectators watched her with obvious desire on every face, mouths agape. Her humiliation was worth it in the end, as Madame promised. 

The Countess of Mulvane had orgasmed in front of a room full of people. Next, she would secure her future. On cue, Madame Valerie gave the last signal. Georgiana fell to her knees, head bowed. And so the auction began. 

"That was quite a show, wasn't it? Imagine what a woman like this could become with a bit more training. We'll start the bidding at one thousand pounds, my lords." 

A voice, deep and hideously familiar, rent the silence. "Five hundred thousand pounds." 

"Sold to—" Madame Valerie paused, as if shocked into silence. "My, my. The Marquess of Ravenswood." 

The words fell on Georgiana like an anvil. Oh no. 

No, no, no. 

Georgiana's head snapped up, willing her ears to be malfunctioning. There at the bottom of the stage, stood a man. He was a little broader than she remembered—the country exile did wonderful things for his already muscled physique—but the sandy blond hair and penetrating brown eyes were achingly familiar. The Marquess of Ravenswood had just purchased her contract. She was to be Will Thorne's sexual plaything. 

All was lost.



The Mistress i Serve: Fine Dining



The restaurant is dimly lit, romantic. A candle glows at the center of our table, and soft music plays in the background. The Mistress i am lucky enough to serve enjoys dining in such places. Even more, She loves tormenting me in them, secretly exerting Her control over me in public, while the uninitiated people around us go about their innocent, vanilla lives. i never know what the Mistress has planned for me, but i can always count on some new exercise to test my humility, my loyalty, and my devotion.

We have just ordered our meal. The Mistress prefers that i deal with menials such as the wait staff, so it fell to me to place Her order as well as my own. Only properly trained and disciplined slaves are sufficiently humble and obedient to serve Her directly; i am lucky to be so honored. The Mistress smiles at me across the table, pleased, i hope, with the accuracy and efficiency with which i dealt with the waiter.

Without saying a word, She opens Her tiny purse and pulls out a small glass vial. It is perhaps 3 inches tall and an inch in diameter. The wide mouth is stopped with an old-fashioned rubber plug, rather than a plastic or metal cap. The glass is tinted green, but i can see that the vial is empty. The Mistress places the vial on the table between us. She leans close to whisper in my ear...a sure sign that what She is about to tell me isn't appropriate to be overheard by outsiders.

"I want you to take this into the men's room and fill it, slave," She says, softly but firmly. "And bring it back to me."

My reply is a whisper as well, to keep from alarming the couple at the next table. "Fill it with water, Mistress?"

"No, silly." Underneath the tablecloth, i feel Her hand on my crotch. She gives my cock a tight squeeze. "Fill it with this."

"Yes, Mistress. Right away, Mistress." Picking up the vial, i start to slide from the booth. The Mistress tightens Her grip on my cock, preventing my departure.

"I give you permission to imagine My breasts as you fill it. Nothing else. My breasts only. Do you understand, slave?" She kneads my cock as She cautions me, quickly bringing me to a full erection within my slacks.

"Yes, Mistress. I am to imagine the Mistress's breasts as i fill the vial. Nothing else."

"If you think of anything else before the vial is full, especially any other part of Me, you will tell me as soon as you return." To emphasize this point, the Mistress pinches the head of my cock between Her thumb and forefinger...hard. I wince at the sudden pain, but my erection is unaffected.

"Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress." I glance at the jar in my hand, and a sudden thought panics me. The little vial would hold perhaps 4 ounces of fluid. I realize that filling it would take many, many loads...does the Mistress really expect me to masturbate eight or ten times before the soup arrives? "Mistress, may i ask a question?"

"You may, slave."

"Is it Your command that i fill the vial completely?"

She smiles to Herself, chuckling softly. "No, slave. A single serving will do."

An audible sigh of relief escapes my lips. "Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress."

The Mistress strokes my cock twice more through the thin material of my summer slacks, then releases me. "Get to work, slave. Don't keep the Mistress waiting."

"Yes, Mistress."

i slip from the table and make my way toward the men's room. The restaurant is small, and we have dined here before, so i know the way. Still, it is awkward to move between the tables in the busy restaurant with a barely concealed erection. I wonder how many of the diners recognize my condition as i slide past their table.

The men's room is a small, private chamber with a single toilet and sink, and a locking door. I am relieved the Mistress chose this restaurant tonight, rather than one with a large restroom with many stalls and a men's room attendant. The door is locked when i arrive, though, so i must wait, turning to face a print of an old painting hanging on the wall, hoping to hide my erection from the restaurant. Glancing about, it seems no one is watching, so i slip one hand into a pocket and feel my thick rod inside my pants.

A moment later, the door opens, and an elderly gentleman emerges. He doesn't notice my hand in my pocket, clutching my dick. I slip into the men's room and lock the door behind me. Frantically, i open my trousers and push them, along with my briefs, to my ankles. My hard cock bounces in front of me. Leaning back against the wall, i take myself in hand, closing my eyes and conjuring an image of the Mistress's lovely breasts.

Stroking myself, i picture them, soft and round and full, standing high and proud upon Her chest. In my mind, i see them rising and falling as She breathes deeply. i imagine the feel of Her hands upon the sides of my head, guiding my lips to Her lovely globes. In my mind, She urges me to Her right breast, low, to run my tongue and lips along the undercurve, where the soft flesh of Her breast meets Her ribcage. Her skin would be warm and slightly salty, i imagine-the day has been warm-and i relish the taste.

i open my eyes for a moment, and glance down at the throbbing organ in my hands. A large drop of pre-come has emerged from the tip, and i touch it with one finger. i bring it to my lips to taste myself...i know the Mistress likes to watch me do this.

My eyes close once more, and in my mind, the Mistress has guided my lips to nipple of Her left breast. i can feel its pebbly aureole beneath my tongue, the thick tip pushing between my lips. i nip at it gently with my teeth, as the Mistress has taught me to. I imagine the sound of Her breath catching a moment as my teeth gently tease Her nipple.

In my hand, my cock flexes and grows even larger. The image of the Mistress's form in my mind is so overpowering...i long to touch Her, to taste Her skin, to feel its soft, silky smoothness against my cheek. I stroke faster and faster...i know that it won't be long before i come. I squeeze the Mistress's vial in my free hand, remembering why i am here. Preparing for my climax, i use my teeth to pull the rubber stopper from the mouth of the little jar.

In my mind, the Mistress has permitted me to touch Her with my hands as well as my mouth, and i have pushed Her tits together tightly. My mouth runs feverishly over the twin globes, kissing, licking, sucking Her smooth warm skin. As i pleasure one nipple with my mouth, i am pinching, twisting, pulling the other with my fingers. Then i switch, moving my mouth to the other breast, and teasing the first with my hand. The Mistress gently runs Her hands over my head and shoulders as i please Her. Against my chest, i feel Her legs parting in Her excitement.

Back in the men's room, my knees grow liquid as my cock swells, turning red and growing huge as my orgasm approaches. I am barely staying on my feet, so strong is the drive to come.

Back inside my fanstasy, i push together the Mistress's lovely nipples-now so large and dark and hard upon Her soft, pale breasts-and take both into my mouth at once. I flick my tongue right and left, tapping both tips with each pass. Then i press my mouth into Her flesh, sucking both nipples as hard as i can, and suddenly biting them, much more roughly than before. The Mistress cries out, and Her hands upon my shoulders push downward. At Her urging, my lips graze over Her belly, and further...

My hand is a blur upon my dick, and my hips begin to thrust involuntarily, fucking my own fist in mindless pursuit of orgasm. The familiar, glorious tingling begins at my feet, creeping up the insides of my legs, and i know that it is seconds until i come. Vaguely, i recall the vial, and place its mouth against the swollen purple head of my cock.

In another world, the Mistress parts Her thighs, exposing Her most secret self, Her glorious pussy, to me. Her aroma overwhelms me, and i must taste Her. With one hand She opens Her pink lips before my eyes. The other hand is on the back of my head, and suddenly pulls me into Her. Parting my lips as they meet Hers, i thrust my tongue forward, plunging it deeply into Her sweet cunt...

...as i shudder, moan, and explode. My back arches, frozen in position as the wave of tingling, pulsing sensation overwhelms me. Jet after jet of stick white fluid pumps from my cock into the tiny jar.

Gradually, i calm down once more, and am able to open my eyes and return to the men's room of this tiny, intimate restaurant. Carefully, i bring the vial away from the tip of my subsiding penis. A few drops of come linger at its tip. I wipe them away with my finger, and scrape them off into the jar. I quickly push the rubber stopper back into the top of the bottle. A moment later, i have tucked my fading erection back into my pants and dropped the filled vial into my pocket. 

i unlock the men's room door and peek outside. Desperately, i hope that no one has heard me in my passion, but there is no way i can be sure. As casually as i can, i make my way back to the table, where the Mistress awaits. I have no idea how long i have been gone-only a few minutes, i hope-but i see the soup course is waiting for me on the table. She allows me to sit beside Her before leaning close to speak softly in my ear.

"Did you fill the vial as i asked, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Let me have it, then."

I pull the little jar from my pocket and set it on the table before Her as inconspicuously as i can. I glance around, but no one seems to be paying any special attention to us.

The Mistress smiles an evil smile and picks up the vial. Making no effort to hide it, She holds it up to the light to examine it. It would be hard for someone at the next table not to notice the vial now, but i keep my own eyes fixed on the table, too ashamed to meet anyone else's gaze.

The Mistress pulls the stopper from the bottle and brings it to Her nose, sniffing its contents. She dips a fingertip into the milky fluid, draws it out and examines it, rubbing the moisture between Her thumb and fingertip. Satisfied, She boldly wipes Her damp fingers upon the tablecloth beside Her plate. My fluid will surely stain the white linen, leaving permanent evidence of my subjugation for any who recognize it.

"You've done well, slave. Here is your reward."

Reaching across the table, the Mistress holds the vial over my soup. She inverts the bottle, and the thick fluid flows slowly out, leaving a translucent swirl on top of my bisque. She taps the bottom to be sure the jar is empty before replacing the stopper and dropping the little bottle into my breast pocket. She picks up my spoon and stirs my own juice into my soup.

"There you go, slave. Just the way you like it."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress."

She places the spoon in my hand, and picks up Her own. Taking a spoonful of Her own soup, the Mistress indicates with Her eyes that i am to begin as well. Just as i bring the first taste of the soup to my lips, She speaks again.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me, slave."

I know i am caught. Nervously, i gulp down the mouthful of soup-its flavor bearing only the faintest hint of my semen-and set down my spoon. My eyes lock on the spot on the tablecloth where the Mistress has wiped my come.

"Yes, Mistress. There is something i must tell You. As i came, i thought of something besides Your wonderful breasts."

"I see. And what could possibly distract You from imagining My breasts as You climaxed?"

"Your glorious pussy, Mistress. i imagined that You pulled my mouth to Your pussy as i came." My voice is barely audible as i explain, but i feel like everyone in the restaurant can hear me. "I didn't mean to, Mistress, but i couldn't help myself. i am sorry, Mistress."

The Mistress is silent for a long moment. Finally, She speaks.

"Yes, you are sorry, slave. My instructions were very clear. Furthermore, not only did you let your mind wander while you completed your assigned task, you failed to confess your failure to me immediately, as I commanded." 

She pauses to look me right in the eye. "I find you lacking in both discipline and honesty, slave. We'll discuss your punishment when we return home, but rest assured, it will be severe." She picks up spoon once more.

"Now eat your soup. Every drop."



The Mistress I Serve: Her New Cat



i am bent over the back of the Mistress’s overstuffed sofa, wrists bound to the legs of Her coffee table, ankles tied to the corners of the couch. My ass is in the air, higher than my head, which is pressed down against the seat cushion. Already, my asscheeks and thighs are glowing red from the extended spanking the Mistress has given me…but i know She is far from finished.

“I have something new for you, pet,” She purrs, coming around the couch to take a seat by my face. “I think you’ll enjoy it…but that doesn’t really matter, does it? You’ll endure it because I want you to, isn’t that right, pet.”

My reply is suitably humble. “Anything to please You, Mistress.”

“It will please me, pet, to use this upon you.”

She has something in Her hand, but i can’t see it well before She moves it behind my back. I feel a light touch upon my warmed buttocks, as if a hundred tiny fingers were caressing me. Whatever it is, the Mistress drags it slowly forward, from my ass, along my spine, to the back of my neck. The feeling almost tickles, it’s so soft.

“Greet my new cat, pet,” She commands as She draws the object across my cheek and holds it before my eyes. It is a cat o’ nine tails, a flogger…an eight-inch long, inch-thick leather wrapped handle, with a slightly larger brass ball at its butt, and perhaps 50 thin leather cords about a foot and half in length. It is black, evil-looking, and beautiful. The Mistress brings it to my lips so that i may kiss it.

i press my lips to the handle, moving up and down its length. i run my tongue over the leather strips that bind the shaft, lick around the brass ball. The Mistress draws the cat back across my face, and i kiss at the many, many tails as they slide over my mouth. When Mistress feels i have properly welcomed the new device, She pulls it away and rises from the couch.

“Here are the rules,” She tells me, walking back around the couch to take a position alongside my vulnerable posterior, but out of my field of vision. “I will begin with a single stroke of the cat across your buttocks. It will be very light, and establish a baseline we will call ‘level one.’ Level two will be twice as hard, level three will be three times as hard, and so on. We will remain at each level for a minimum of five strokes before you will be permitted to ask to move to the next level. You may take up to twenty strokes at each level to prepare yourself for the next. After twenty strokes, you must decide whether to move on, or that you’ve had all you can take. Do you understand so far?”

“Yes, Mistress. We begin at level one. i must take no less than five strokes and no more than twenty before beginning the next level. After the twentieth stroke, i am to tell You if i can endure the next level.”

She absently runs the tails of the cat across my reddened ass as She continues.

“Very good, pet. Now, since this is your first encounter with the cat, My goals for you are modest. I expect you to take ten strokes at level five. Once you have done that, i will release you, and you will be free to go. If you cannot make it all the way to level five, you will be forbidden to come for one week for every level by which you fall short. I will lock a chastity device on your cock and send you away, and you will not be allowed to return to have it removed until your penance is complete.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The cat’s soft tails trail up and down my legs, soothing my tortured flesh for the moment.

“Of course, if you can go beyond level five, I will be very pleased, and there shall be a reward. I’ll let the nature of the reward remain a mystery, for now, but I will tell you that the further you can go, the greater the reward shall be.”

“Thank You, Mistress. i shall try to please You.”

The Mistress chuckles softly, almost evilly. “Oh, you shall please me, pet. I’ll enjoy this game whether you win or lose. you are the only one whose pleasure hangs in the balance tonight. Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very good. One.” There is a soft whoosh as the cat swings, falling almost gently across my buttocks. Because my ass is already on fire, i can barely feel it strike. Still, i know enough to be grateful.

“Thank You, Mistress.”

“You are welcome, pet, but you needn’t offer your thanks after every single stroke. It will suffice for you say, ‘Thank You, Mistress, i am ready for the next level,’ when you are ready to move on. Understand, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress. i am to thank You when i am ready to move up to the next higher level.”

“Very good. We’ll begin again, since we were interrupted. One…”

The cat snaps as it strikes my ass. Again, the feeling is barely perceptible after the previous spanking. The remaining blows at level one fall at two-second intervals.

“…two…three…four…five...”

“Thank You, Mistress. i am ready for the next level.”

“Very good, pet.” She runs Her hand softly across my ass, trailing Her fingers along my crack. “Are you ready to begin level two?”

“Yes, Mistress, i am ready.”

“One.” This time, the sting of the cat does cut through the lingering noise of spanking. I flinch slightly in my bonds in mild surprise, but i don’t cry out.

“Two.” The cat seems to cover a wide swath of my ass, spreading its sting over a much greater area than the Mistress’s small and pretty hand. She is maintaining Her two-second pace for these blows as well.

“…three...four...five…”

“Thank You, Mistress. i am ready for the next level.”

Mistress stops and places Her hand on the small of my back. “Careful, pet. Remember to pace yourself. You may want to take more time to warm up, so you don’t get in over your head. I’d hate for you to try to impress Me in the beginning and wind up falling short of our goal.”

i realize She is right…i should take more than the minimum for now, to help me find that special mindspace that will let me take the harder punishment later on. “Yes, Mistress. Thank You for Your guidance, Mistress.”

“You are welcome, pet. Now, are you ready for level three?”

“Yes, Mistress. i am ready for level three, Mistress.”

The sound of the cat slicing through the air is sharper now. “One,” counts the Mistress.

This time, i can’t help but utter a small cry as the cat slaps across my ass, its sting blooming across both cheeks.

“…two...three…four...”

Yes, the Mistress was right, of course. The sweet, sharp sensation of the cat’s many tails has drowned out any memory of the earlier hand spanking. My eyes flutter closed, and i can feel myself slipping away.

“…five…”

The Mistress hesitates an extra second after the fifth cut, to see if i will call for the next level so soon. I hope She is pleased that i don’t call for promotion just yet, but elect to ride level three for a few more strokes.

“…six…seven…eight.”

The pace of the blows may have quickened…or it may have slowed…it’s hard for me to tell, as i begin to sink deeper. 

“…twelve…thirteen…”

There is less and less in my world with every stroke—soon, only the steady crack of the cat on warm flesh, the Mistress’s firm voice counting, and the burn spreading outward from my ass, are all that remain for me.

“…eighteen…nineteen…twenty.”

It takes me a moment to regain my thoughts well enough to utter the ritual words.

“Thank You, Mistress. i am ready for the next level.”

“Very wise of you, pet, taking advantage of all twenty strokes.” I think She is running Her hand over the curves of my ass, but i can’t be sure, so strong is the lingering sensation from the cat. Yes, She is touching me…now i can feel Her hands moving up and down the backs of my thighs, which have remained untouched…so far…

“Are you prepared to begin level four, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress…i am ready.”

“Let’s begin. One.”

The sound, the sharp crack of the leather across my thighs, startles me, and i jerk in my bonds before the message of pain can even travel from my legs to my brain. When that message arrives a second later, i moan softly. An outside observer might not have noticed the time lag between the blow and my response to the pain, but in my state of mind, that second lasts an hour, an hour of waiting, anticipating the explosion of sensation i know is coming, and can do nothing to stop.

“…two…three…”

Because the Mistress is striking flesh untouched up to now, i can feel where each blow lands…this one high, near my buttocks, the next low, almost down to my knees...

“…seven…eight…nine…”

She strikes one leg, then the other, then back to the first three times in a row. i’ve lost track of right and left, and i can’t predict where the next blow will fall…

“…fourteen…fifteen…”

…all i know now is the burning, stinging, glorious fire that is spreading over my thighs…it sends shivers down the backs of my legs to ankles, and up my back and across my shoulders…

“…nineteen…twenty.”

Even the Mistress’s voice has grown faint and distant to me. i’ve lost any ability to count the strokes, and i have no idea how long it takes me to realize She has stopped. I try to speak, but my mouth is dry. I swallow raggedly.

“…thank You…Mistress…i am ready…for the next…level…”

The Mistress says something to me, but i cannot make out Her words. She repeats herself, i think…

“…ready, pet? Are you sure you want to move on?”

i blink my eyes open for a moment, but all i see is a dim light across the room…the lamp on the bar?

“…yes…Mistress…i want…to please…You…”

Faintly, i hear the Mistress’s voice. Did She ask if i was ready to begin?

“…yes…ready…” Even my own voice sounds a thousand miles away.

The Mistress speaks a single syllable… “one,” perhaps? The sharp report of leather on flesh is much closer though, snapping me back enough to savor the pain that follows.

She has returned Her attention to my ass. I know the blows are harder now, many times harder than when we began. (How many times harder? Five times? Is this the fifth level now? So hard to remember…) The Mistress counts them—i hear the sound of Her voice immediately after each new explosion of sensation, but i can’t make out the numbers. Or perhaps i choose not to…it’s so hard to tell which…

The sensation i feel isn’t pain anymore, it’s power…a roaring, crashing, wave of power, and i ride it like a surfer on a tsunami…up to its crest, then down its face, even into the tunnel of its curl, as it crashes forward into itself. I am on top of the sensation, and racing in front of it at the same time. It cannot touch me now, no matter how strong it is, because i am its ruler, just as the Mistress rules over me.

The roar of sensation recedes a bit, and i sink slightly as i realize that the strokes have ceased. Is that the Mistress i hear, so far away, but perhaps drawing closer?

“…was twenty, pet. Would you like to try for level six?”

Level six? That was level five? How far have we come? What was the Mistress’s goal? There was something to do with level five, i think…can’t remember now. i can go on, though…i need to go on, to ride the wave further…

“…thank You, Mistress…i am ready for…level…six?”

That must have been the right answer, because the Mistress’s tone is pleased, even if i can’t make out Her words.

“…level six…begin…one…”

What? Was that a gunshot? No…oh, God! The fire! It was the…what did She call it? The cat?…on my flesh. So hot, so fierce…it’s not an ocean wave anymore! It’s a wave of fire, lapping at me, chasing me from behind. I run before it, faster and faster, to stay ahead…but i can’t…it lunges at me every few seconds…takes a bite at me…out of me…

What is that sound? It’s not the Mistress…somewhere, behind the roaring, screaming fire that chases me, i still hear Her voice, counting, i think…counting what? But there is another sound…another voice…who is that?

Is it…? Can it be…me? It cries out after each new blast of fire behind me, faintly, so far away, but i can hear it each time. It’s coming closer, along with the wave of flame…louder all the time, as the heat grows greater and greater…

There are three things in my world…the wall of flame that is closing in behind me…the voice crying out over and over…the faint voice of the Mistress, guiding me through this world of pain…

Something new appears out of the darkness…a light…a bright, clear light ahead of me, piercing the darkness and driving back the wall of flame that burns me, that threatens to consume me. Must make it to the light if i am to live…must reach the light through the darkness…

The cries have ceased…the fires are fading, slowly…the light grows stronger…the voice of the Mistress grows clearer. i can make out words now…they start to form into sentences…broken sentences…in my mind.

“…there, pet? Come to me…to my voice, pet…done well…was twenty…”

i feel a touch at one ankle (…i have ankles? What are ankles?…), then the other. I try to move toward my Mistress’s voice, but it circles around me…the light…i must get to the light…it pushes back the darkness…concentrate on the light…

Now there is a touch at my wrist (yes, now i remember…i have ankles, and wrists too…), accompanied by the voice of the Mistress, now so much closer.

“…very pleased, pet. you took more…”

The light…it’s the lamp on the bar in the Mistress’s parlor…i remember it now. i am lying down now…there is a hand upon my face…it’s damp…or is the hand dry, and my face damp?…yes, i think it is my cheek that is wet…tears…that must be tears.

Something draws near…something soft, smooth, sweet-smelling…it is the Mistress…Her face next to mine…She whispers to me, words of praise and encouragement. 

“You did so well, pet…the full twenty strokes at level six.”

Her lips touch my cheek, then part. The tip of Her tongue grazes my skin, tasting my tears.

“So delicious, pet. Nothing tastes so sweet as the tears of brave suffering.”

Her face moves over mine, Her mouth drinking the salty-sweet tears that i offer for Her.

“I have my reward, pet. Now it is time for yours.”

As She continues to drink the tears from my face, Her hand travels down my belly, where She finds my cock hard and ready. She begins to stroke as She licks me, and i surrender my body and soul to Her again, in a different way…



The Mistress i Serve: The Guest



The Mistress had sent me away for the evening. She would be entertaining an old friend tonight…someone who wasn't aware of Her lifestyle, and my own role in it. It might be best, the Mistress said, for me to be scarce while Her friend was with Her. But She cautioned me to have my cell phone charged and on, in case plans changed.

The call came fifteen minutes ago. The Mistress demanded that i return to Her home, let myself in, and slip into the room She has set aside for me without announcing myself. As i quietly shut the front door behind myself, i could hear the Mistress's voice in the kitchen, chatting with Her friend. Moving as silently as a cat, i padded down the hall to my chamber, and slipped inside. There, i found the note that instructed me to prepare myself as i am now…naked, save for my collar, a fur-lined blindfold and leather wrist cuffs. I stand silently, awaiting further instruction.

A moment passes, and i hear the bedroom door open. Someone moves close to me…it is the Mistress, i recognize her scent. She puts her lips close to my ears.

"I've been telling my friend about you, slave," She purrs. "I am not sure she believes me. So i want to stage a little demonstration for her."

"Yes, Mistress. How may i serve You in this?"

"By doing everything I tell you to, silly, just like always. The only difference is, there will be someone else watching. You won't see her, though…I've blindfolded You to protect My friend's identity. I don't want her to be embarrassed if You should meet her in public someday. So, whatever happens tonight, you are not to remove the blindfold until My friend has left, or You have been returned to this room for the night."

The logic behind this escapes me, that Her friend would be embarrassed to be recognized by a slave who had been humiliated before her. Wouldn't it be the other way around? But it isn't my place to question the Mistress's logic.

"Of course, Mistress."

"For the same reason, My friend will not speak in your hearing. She may nod or point, or pass me a note about what she'd like to see, and I will convey to you what you need to know to comply."

"i understand, Mistress."

"Very good. Now, pet…let's go show my friend what having a slave is all about."

The Mistress pulls my wrists together behind my back, and i hear the metallic click of a small padlock closing, linking them together. From behind me, the Mistress guides me out of the bedchamber, down the hall, and into the living room.

"This is the slave I told you about. His name isn't important tonight. When I am feeling fond of him, i call him 'pet.' At other times, he is just 'slave.' "

The Mistress pushes me forward. i think i am standing in the middle of the room, perhaps six feet in front of the comfortable leather chair which the Mistress normally favors for Herself. This MUST be a good friend, if the Mistress is sharing not only Her slave, but also Her throne. Standing at attention, i am ready for the Mistress's orders. Several minutes pass, i presume as the friend inspects me from her seat. i wonder what She looks like, how tall she is, how old…is she beautiful? Does it matter? Images of a thousand mysterious women swirl in my mind, as i try to picture the one who is looking over my naked form even now.

My cock is heavy, hanging low, but beginning to fill, i think. I can neither see it nor touch it to be sure, but i feel its weight growing as her eyes sweep over me. Is she impressed by it, or has she seen others she liked better?

"He's only at half-mast at the moment, but I can make him hard for you. Would you like that?"

A moment…and presumably a nod from the friend.

"Excellent." The Mistress's voice assumes a tone of command as She addresses me. "Pet, I want you fully erect by the time I count ten. Can you do that?"

"Of course, Mistress. If it pleases You."

"All right then. One…two…three…"

The Mistress has conditioned me to become hard on a ten-count, to the point that doing so has become an involuntary response. As the Mistress counts, i feel my cock growing, beginning to bob in front of me under its own weight. I clench the muscles in my ass and crotch a moment to be sure, but there is no need to worry.

"…eight…nine…ten."

I shift my weight slightly, and feel my cock sway before me. It feels as though it is pointed at the ceiling, but i suppose it is actually directed straight in front of me…toward the Mistress's friend.

"It's a nice one, isn't it? Not especially long, I think, but thick, and that's really what matters. Don't you agree?"

A few seconds of silence.

"Would you like to see it up close? pet, take two steps forward."

I step forward slowly once, and twice, unsure of my precise position in the room. I don't want to smack into a coffee table…or the Mistress's guest!

"Yes, of course," the Mistress says in answer to Her friend's unspoken question. "Handle him all you like. Don't let him come, though. He's a good slave, but even the best ones are useless for at least half an hour after they come."

A hand closes around my shaft as another cups my balls. i am turned and twisted in every direction, as the Mistress's guest inspects me. i am rigid in her soft hands. She presses my cock up against my belly, i suppose to check my length, or perhaps to see my nutsac more clearly.

"I like to use this sometimes, so he can't forget his cock, no matter what I do to him. Help me hold it still while i put it on him." The Mistress turns me slightly so that both women can access my equipment. Four hands manipulate me into position, and then tight straps close around me. I recognize the feel of the H-shaped cockstrap. First, the Mistress locks one strap around the base of my cock, holding me tightly and freezing my erection in place. Then the second strap is closed around my scrotum, stretching my nuts down and away from my body. I've seen myself in this device…it gives my cock and balls a fierce appearance, and i am sure that is why the Mistress has chosen to use it before Her friend.

"This has the twin advantages of keeping him hard, but preventing him from coming. We can do pretty much anything we want now, without fear of unauthorized orgasms." The Mistress strokes my bound cock a few times as Her friend's hands linger upon my strained sac. A shiver courses through my body. Then the Mistress's fingers trace a path up, to my nipples. She pinches them. Hard. i can't help but cry out and swoon slightly from the sudden sensation.

"We should do something about these, too." She gets something—i can guess what—and returns. "Here. These are nipple clamps. Everyone's heard of them, but so few people know what they actually look like."

A knife of pain sinks into my chest as the Mistress tightens the first clamp to my right nipple.

"Now you are one of the lucky few!" i can hear the wink in the Mistress's voice as She demonstrates the devices upon me.

Another lance of pain, this time through my left nipple. The pain in my nipples burns for several minutes, and i concentrate on it while the Mistress talks to Her friend. In seconds, i process the pain, coming to savor the sensation. The Mistress's voice seems distant, but i can make out Her words once more.

"…will get used to these, and he'll hardly feel them, unless we remind him. i like these for that purpose."

The burn at my left nipple is renewed, as the Mistress pulls it straight out. The clamp twists in Her hand for a moment, and i hear the faint click of metal upon metal. She lets go of the clamp, and i feel a thump against my ribs…followed by a steady tug downward. The nipple burns anew, from the lead weight the Mistress has attached to the clamp. A moment later, She has hung its mate from my right nipple.

The weights are devilish. Without them, i can indeed process the bite of the clamps to the point i almost forget them. But with weights hanging from them, even the slightest move of my body sends new waves of sensation through my nipples to sweep over my body.

"We may as well use the whole set," Mistress muses, and then i feel Her hand underneath my balls. Another click, then a sudden, steady tug on the strap around my scrotum. She has attached the larger weight She prefers for this purpose to my testicles. The pull upon them is almost too much…a wave of nausea sweeps over me from the jolt to my delicate jewels, but i control it, force it back down. i feel the weight swaying on its chain between my thighs.

"There is something else you should see," the Mistress tells Her friend. "Turn around, slave, and bend over."

i comply. The weights swing below me as i bend forward. The feeling is delicious.

The Mistress pushes my bound hands up from my ass, revealing it to Her friend. What is hidden there is now revealed…the base of a thick buttplug, the swollen shaft of which is held deep within me. i can hear the friend's surprise gasp as the Mistress reveals it.

"How big?" She taps the base as She speaks, and the plug projects the impact deep inside me. "This one isn't that large, really…maybe 6 inches long, and an inch and a half thick at its widest point. It narrows at the base, though, so that his muscles hold it in."

She absently begins to twist it inside me. It doesn't turn easily…the plug has been in place for several hours, and the lubricant is long since gone.

"I had him put it in this morning, and wear it all day. I thought I might want to fuck him tonight, after you left, so i wanted him loose enough to take me easily."

A moment of silence.

"Oh, with a strap-on, of course. You don't really own a slave until you've taken his ass. Would you like to see?"

Another moment. Perhaps the friend is nervous.

"Good. Let me get ready. Why don't you play with the plug while i do that. You can twist it around inside him, or even pull it out and fuck him with it a bit. he likes all of that."

She tentatively puts one hand on my asscheek, and touches the base of the plug with the other. She taps it as Mistress did, softly at first, then harder, driving it into me in short jolts. This causes the weights to sway, and fresh sensation erupts in my nipples and balls. Next, she grasps the base and begins to turn it clockwise. There is resistance at first, but it gradually begins to turn more easily…can one's ass lubricate itself? In any case, the friction of the twisting inside my asshole is delicious.

"Now pull as you twist. That's right." My sphincters clutch the thick middle of the plug as the friend tugs gently. Involuntarily, i resist her effort to pull the plug out of my body.

"Relax a bit, pet. I've got something even better for you, once the plug is out."

Concentrating hard, i loosen the muscles of my ass, and the plug comes free with a pop.

"See how open he is?" the Mistress's finger traces the rim of my anus as She speaks. "We call that the gape. He'll close up again in a little while if we just leave him, but when he's prepared like this, he can take my cock easily."

A glop of oily coolness strikes falls into the crack of my ass. "A cruel Mistress might try this without lube, but i don't want to damage my property. Hurt it a bit, certainly, but never damage it. Work that lubricant into him, if you don't mind, hon."

The friend's fingers timidly move into my crack. i quiver in pleasure at the shy touch, which seems to embolden her. Fingers press at my anus, then slip inside. The friction is lovely.

"Your first time to finger-fuck a man? Give him three fingers, he's ready for it. Go ahead, push them all the way in."

My anus stretches slightly to accommodate the friend's three digits. i feel them press into me, until her hand hits bottom. She wiggles them about inside me, and i moan in pleasure.

"You've found his prostate gland. That's good. Remember that, it drives them crazy."

Mistress lets Her friend work my ass for a few minutes. I can't help but push my ass back against her thrusts, greedy for pleasure, which is enhanced by the knowledge that this is all new to woman with her fingers inside me. Finally, though, the Mistress needs to get into the act.

"Now for the big gun, hon. Let me in there."

The fingers withdraw from inside me, and then there are hands on my hips, turning me to the left so that the friend has a profile view of the coming action.

"Open yourself wide, pet," the Mistress commands me. Gripping my cheeks with my bound hands, i part them as wide as i can. The head of the dildo nudges my opening, and i instinctively push back, trying to capture it.

"See how eager he is! When he's this ready…it usually only takes…a few thrusts…to get it all the way…in."

The Mistress's large cock fills me so full, i can feel my insides shifting around Her. In moments, i feel Her body pressed against my ass. Her friend gasps audibly in amazement.

"Now we can begin for real." She slowly withdraws, pulling what feels like a mile of cock out of my bowels, before She stops and reverses course, thrusting back into me. She repeats the movement several times, all the way out, all the way in, slightly faster with each stroke as i open to receive Her more readily.

"You look flushed, hon? Is watching this getting to you?" The Mistress's voice is full of patronizing concern for Her friend. Always the Domme, the Mistress is, even to Her female friends.

"You might not feel so warm if you took off some of those clothes. Why don't take off those tight jeans and relax?"

A moment's hesitation…then i hear the friend rising from the chair. The sound of a zipper, then the rustle of denim over flesh…then the plop of a pair of jeans falling into a pile of fabric on the floor. She isn't far from me…three feet perhaps? i can't tell…but i think i can smell her arousal in the air now, along with that of the Mistress.

All the while, the Mistress continues to pump in and out of my ass. The weights swing on their short chains, creating a harmony of sensation to accompany the melody radiating outward from the thick rubber dick inside me.

"You look excited, hon. I can see how juicy you are." The Mistress speaks in Her hypnotic purr. I've never known anyone to resist Her suggestions when She speaks in that tone. "Feel free to touch yourself. Or better yet, we can have our little slave help you. Would you like that?"

i can hear the friend's bare flesh against the leather of the chair as she shifts position.

"That's good, bring your pussy right to the edge, where he can get at it."

The Mistress pushes all the way inside me, then clamps my ass against Her pelvis with Her hands on my hips. So joined, She turns me to face Her friend once more, and shoves me forward. When She has me in position, She pulls back, allowing some space between us, but not letting the head of the dildo to pop loose.

"On your knees, pet. You've got work to do."

The Mistress forces me down to my knees, dropping to one knee herself. The other leg She tosses out to one side, foot on the ground outside my calf, to give Her better leverage to fuck me. When She is satisfied with Her position, She plunges the cock back inside me, then takes my head in Her hands, guiding me to Her shy friend's flesh.

I start to kiss the smooth flesh of the woman's inner thighs, thinking i should begin slowly. But the Mistress shoves my head forward, straight to her guest's cunt. She can see Her friend, and is a better judge of what another woman needs than i could ever be, even if i weren't blindfolded.

The pussy before me is already slick and wet. The lips and the flesh around them are smooth; only a close-cropped fringe above the clit tickles my nose. i cannot see it, of course, but i can tell it is a very beautiful pussy…fresh and clean and neatly groomed, the lips full and soft, but not too big or too loose. i press my lips and tongue to it gladly.

i open my mouth wide and seal my lips over her entire cunt, sucking it harder and harder, making the flesh bulge into my mouth. Flicking my tongue up and down the lips, i feel them swelling, filling with blood. I touch her clit lightly, with the tip of my tongue, and find it hard and eager for attention. That can wait for just a moment longer, though, as i explore her folds with my tongue, probing each layer of flesh, parting her and thrusting inside. The Mistress's friend sighs, long and low.

i realize suddenly that i have been fucking her pussy with my tongue in a pace that matches that set by the Mistress's huge cock in my ass. i move in counter-measure to the Mistress…when She pushes forward, i push back against Her, taking all of Her inside me. Then, as She withdraws, i shift forward, plunging my tongue deep into Her friend's sweet, tight, cunt. This continues for quite some time, the three of us moving, grunting, and sighing in a sort of carnal symphony.

Finally, after one especially deep thrust, the Mistress doesn't withdraw…instead, She begins to rock Her hips forward and back. I recognize this motion…She is grinding Her clit against the base of the dildo, seeking Her own pleasure. There is no need for me to move anymore…my job now is to hold still, to lock the dildo in place for Her. Not that this is a chore…Her actions cause the big rubber dick to dance inside of me. Were my own cock not bound so tightly to prevent it, i might even come from this alone…i have in the past. Her fingers hold my hipbones in a death grip, as She rubs, grinds, even smashes Her clit against the dildo deep in my ass. Her excitement, Her lust, escapes Her throat as a low growl.

Meanwhile, i take this as a cue to move my attention to Her friend's clit, and try to make her come along with the Mistress. i pucker my lips around the stiff button, sucking it in and running my tongue over it, side to side, up and down, round and round in circles. She moans—she likes that circular motion. Taking the hint, i run my tongue around the sides of the shaft, between it and the fleshy hood as much as i can. She begins to moan and buck in the seat, her passion rising.

My own lust is pounding in my brain, my chest, my crotch, as my bound cock bobs and sways along with the weights dangling from my flesh. Everything is driving me faster, higher—the taste of the pussy in my mouth, the fullness of the cock in my ass, the tight grip of the straps on my genitals—but with no hope of release. Part of me revels in the sensation, but part remains detached enough to focus on pleasing these two hungry Women.

The Mistress grunts behind me as i push my tongue along the top of Her friend's clit, pressing into the fold of its hood. The woman grips my head, presses it to her, her breath fast and ragged, punctuated by faint, high cries. I know she is close, so close, as the Mistress must be, judging from the way Her big cock is jerking about randomly inside me. I try to push back against the Mistress while i finish off Her friend.

Suddenly, i thrust my tongue forward along the top of her clit shaft, my bottom teeth grazing its underside while the top teeth nip at the outer surface of her hood. At the exact same moment, i suck…hard. She cries out loudly, her hands locking on my head, her thighs suddenly clamping tight against my ears. She remains frozen for many seconds, her back arched off the chair, as i suck her while flicking my tongue against the tip of her clit. At the same moment, the Mistress groans deeply, rocks back, and thrusts Her pelvis against the cock in my ass.

The Mistress collapses across my back, as you might expect a man to after ejaculating. Her friend sinks back into the chair as i relax the suction on her pussy. Then her hand is against my forehead, pushing me back and away from her. She remains like that, palm against my forehead, as the two of them slowly return to earth. i am still flying, though, my heart pounding, my bound cock throbbing in the open air. I steel myself to remain still while the Women recover.




The Mistress Journal



My wife doesn't know about my sessions. She can never know. We live a very normal life. Too normal. Our sex is bland. It's always the same thing. Thanks to the internet, I have realized that I am interested in a lot of strange things. Karen would never understand. So I have my sessions with Mistress Nikki to get what I need sexually. It doesn't always involve sex or orgasms but it arouses me more than anything Karen and I do. I love to re-live everything in my mind so I have kept a journal to make sure every detail is captured.

FEBRUARY 12TH 2007- INTRODUCTION

It was a bit nerve wracking, sitting in a chair in the middle of a very empty room waiting for mistress. Maybe my watch was slow but it felt like she should have been there by then. A loud noise caught me off guard. It was the steel door slamming shut. There she was. Absolutely stunning. She had black hair with red streaks that went down to her shoulders. Her height surprised me. Mistress Nikki was not much shorter than me, probably about 6 foot 1. The knee high vinyl boots added to that. The black leather corset squeezed her body and pushed her large breast together for quite a sight. 

"On your knees slut! I want you to crawl to me like a fucking animal. You are nothing but a worthless beast."

Immediately I dropped to my knees. The floor was cold as I crawled on all fours towards the spot she stood. She moved her left boot forward, right in front of me.

"Kiss my boot." I obliged. "Good. Lick it. Yes, run your filthy tongue over it. Give it a nice shine. Excellent job. They really needed a good cleaning. They were just used in my last session. A big thick black dick coated it with cum." 

Mistress laughed with a wicked grin on her face. I was a bit surprised by the fact that I had essentially been licking another mans cum. The boots did appear to be a bit wet but I assumed that maybe she had shined them before hand. I've never done anything with another guy but I have looked at forced bi porn and that interested me.

"Since you enjoyed licking his cum, I may have to introduce you two in one of our future sessions. Would you like that my little cum slut?"

"Yes mistress. I would really enjoy that."

"Good. Pull out your cock. Let me see what you have to offer. Not bad. I'd say about 7 inches."

Nikki bent down and grabbed my face, digging her nails in, looking me straight in the eyes.

"I have lots of plans for you. You will do every fucking thing I say without questioning me. You will love it. You're going to learn to be a great cock sucker and obedient slave. Understand?" 

Quickly she smacked me in the face leaving a stinging feeling. Then she spit in my face.

"Yes my mistress. I will do everything you ask me to do. I'm all yours."

"Yes you are slave. All mine. I own you and your tight little fuck hole. Now you may go. This was an introduction to see exactly what kind of worthless scum I would be dealing with. I can tell that we have a lot to work on. Jennifer has your information sheets that you filled out. I'll take a look over it and we will go from there. She will set up your first session."

My knees were sore but I pushed myself up and started to walk towards the door. I glanced behind to see her light up a cigarette (one of my many fetishes). My cock grew inside of my boxers. Waiting for the next one was going to be very difficult. That little taste made me crave the extreme sexual things we would be doing. 

FEBRUARY 19TH 2007- FIRST SESSION

Unfortunately Mistress Nikki is very popular! When I walked out of her dungeon area to set up my next appointment, I asked for the next available date. So many people were booked that I'd have to wait a week and that seemed like forever. Today I woke up with a big smile on my face, knowing that I'd finally get what I needed. My excitement couldn't be contained and I ended up making it there about 10 minutes early. Only problem was, yes I was there, but I had to still wait. The smile plastered on my face all day got even bigger when her other appointment walked out. I knew it was my turn next. He was a very tall man wearing a leather mask. His shirt was gripped between his fingers and his back was red as if he had been whipped for the last 20 minutes. Jennifer smiled at him and told him to have a good day as he took the mask off and put it into a bag. I was almost in shock when I realized I knew the masked man. It was an old friend named Steven Hill. We go way back. We talked for a few minutes before I was told to enter the dungeon area. I never would have guessed he was into this kind of thing but I suppose I don't fit the description most people would picture. Anyway, the wait was over! Mistress Nikki was already waiting for me inside the room. She snapped on a pair of short black latex gloves. They gripped her skin so tightly. I couldn't stop staring. Her breast were completely exposed other than black electrical tape in the shape of an x covering each nipple. All that was really covering her body were shiny black latex panties and the pair of vinyl boots I had licked the first time I met her.

"Strip down and put these on"

A pair of red latex underwear were thrown my way. Without hesitation I took my clothing off and tossed it aside. The underwear was so tight that it was some what hard to get on but once it was, I was ecstatic. The feel of the latex rubbing on my cock excited me.

"Very good. I see somebody has already gotten a bit excited"

I nodded as she poked my hard on with the tip of her boot. Nikki turned away for a moment to grab a pack of cigarettes. I watched as her fingers slowly guided the cigarette up to her red lips. It laid in between her soft lips, tightly gripped as she drew the fire to the end of it. She bent down and blew the smoke in my face.

"I bet you like when I blow my smoke in your face," she said softly as she inhaled yet again. "Perhaps if you are a good slave, I'll let you light my next cigarette. Sit on the floor and spread your legs."

I did what I was told and spread my legs as my hard on pressed against the latex that constricted it. The cigarette dangled from her lips as she sat down in a chair in front of me, puffing away so seductively. The boot ran down my cock slowly, arousing me further. Occasionally putting pressure down on me.

"Open your mouth and hold it there. Good. You are my ashtray."

It burned for a second as she put it out on my tongue. She then made me swallow it.

"Very good, slave. Lay down completely."

Her latex covered fingers gripped the zipper on her panties and pulled back to reveal her pussy. It looked moist which got me even more excited. She'd rub her clit then spread her lips wide open so I had a great view.

"Do you like that?"

I nodded.

"Mm, I bet you do slut. You like to see me stick my fingers in my nasty cunt. Look how wet I am."

It was very apparent. Her gloves were glistening even more so. I didn't expect what came next. She started to piss all over my cock. The warm fluid trickled down my shaft and all over my balls. I'd never experienced anything like this before and I really liked it. Mistress put her hand below her pussy and sprayed her hand with it before shoving the fingers into my mouth. Surprisingly, her piss tasted sweet.

"You are a piss loving whore. You're being a good whore and good whore's are rewarded"

She crouched over my piss soaked cock that stood up, rock hard. Slowly she dipped down. I felt my cock push past her lips and into her hole. At first she went up and down just over my head region then finally went all the way down to my balls. Every inch of me was deep inside of her. This was all too much to handle and I felt as if I was going to explode.

"Uh uh bitch. You don't get to cum until I tell you that you can! So I guess no more pussy for you today!"

Mistress stood up and turned around, giving me a nice glimpse of her ass wrapped in latex. Part of me was disappointed that I didn't get to fill her but at the same time it aroused me more than anything I've experienced prior to this. 

"Well slave, since you haven't whined or complained, even when I took my cunt away, I'm giving you permission to stroke your dick for me."

That smile came back. Atleast I was getting relief! I desperately needed to get off! 

"There is one stipulation, whatever semen you produce, you will clean up. Understand?"

I didn't even care at this point. I had never eaten my own cum before but I was here to try new things, to explore my sexual interests. I agreed.

"That's a good boy."

Nikki got on her knees in between my legs leading me to believe maybe she had changed her mind and I was going to get blown. Not the case. She spit all over my anus before sliding two fingers in. I cried out a little because I had never had anything in my ass before and she just shoved it in. Her fingers pushed harder and harder at my hole until they were both completely inside of me. A wave of pleasure came over me. I had heard about this but never had tried it. My hand squeezed my cock as I stroked it roughly while her fingers twisted inside of me. Moans started escaping from my mouth as I neared my orgasm. Cum started squirting up into the air and Mistress pulled her fingers out of me to use both of her hands to catch all that she could. I couldn't believe how much semen I had just shot out of me. It was dripping off her gloves.

"Wow. Look all of that hot cum. Time to clean up slutty boy."

I was hesitant at first as she pushed at my lips but I opened up knowing that I needed to obey her at all times if I wanted to keep on her good side.

"Yes, eat it all up. Taste your ass and cum you filthy pig."

Name calling always excited me and it helped propel me into really getting into this. Hungrily my mouth devoured all of my cum. I licked at it and sucked her fingers making sure to get all of it.

"You are even more of a cum slut than I thought, slave. I don't see a single drop left. Good boy. I'm proud. Well, it looks like our session is over. You've done good."

I had so much fun that I knew I had to come back again. The price was high but after this first session, I knew that it would be worth every dollar.



The Mistress Journal Ch. 02



First Cock

MARCH 2ND 2007

It had been nearly two weeks since my first session with Mistress Nikki. It had become hard to keep myself busy because all that was ever on my mind was going back there. It'd be nice if I could manage to get these appointments closer to each other so I wouldn't have to go without for so long. Normally Karen and I have sex twice a week but we hadn't even done that lately. She was always tired and to be honest, the sex being offered wasn't what I wanted it to be. Anyway, despite traffic I was able to make it on time. Nikki's dungeon doors were open, so I assumed she was waiting for me. When I walked through the door, she was sitting in a chair with her leather boots propped up on a masked man's back. He was on all fours, staring at the floor, but he looked my way when he heard my foot steps.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were ready for me, I'll go back out until you are done with..."

"Wait! No mistake dear. Remember your friend Steven? He told me that you two go way back. Interesting enough, neither of you have sexually explored with another male. I was thinking that today, you both would get your first taste."

Mistress chuckled as she grinned. When she had said we were going to be exploring each other, I noticed Steve's head look up at her then over to me. I'm sure he was thinking the same thing. We were both nervous. It was something neither of us had ever tried. My curiosity never drove me far enough to actually try it. Here I was without a choice, so it seemed like the perfect situation to experiment. At least I knew the man I'd be doing things with, so we are some what comfortable around one another.

"Well, come on! Take your clothes off! Don't just stand there! Steven is all prepared."

He sat there in nothing but the leather mask as I stripped my clothing off as quickly as possible. Nikki stood next to Steven in her shiny black and purple underbust corset with matching thigh highs. They attached to black garters. To my pleasant surprise, she didn't have panties on. I stood there as she led him over to a medical examining table with stirrups. Steven laid back and put his feet up. He'd tense up when she'd smack him in the balls.

"Slave, get over here and tie his hands to the handles so he can't escape."

Quickly I made my way over there where she had some rope waiting. I had to tie it three times since the first two weren't tight enough according to her. His arms could barely move under the rope, just the way she wanted it.

"Make him your slave. Today, you will be fully in control. If he's being a bad slave, tell him! Don't get too cocky now because incase you forget, I own both of you little sissy faggots.

I stood with my legs spread, between his legs. My cock wasn't hard so I knew that I couldn't push my way into his ass.

"Why don't you jerk your cocks together. Maybe that friction will get you going. I want you plowing that ass. You might have to use lots of lube because you will be taking his anal virginity."

Steven tilted his head back and sighed, knowing that it would hurt unbearably. I wrapped our cocks up in my palm and started stroking them both together. It seemed odd but I have to admit that it felt good. Apparently he was enjoying it as well because he started getting longer and thicker. I looked over at Mistress Nikki for approval. She seemed to be enjoying this. Her fingers were spreading her pussy lips wide open as a long cigarette dangled from her glossy lips.

"That cock looks nice and hard. Put it in him. Put your fucking cock inside him bitch!"

There was a bottle of lube on a table next to us, so I grabbed it and squirted some onto his ass hole, then my dick. "Here goes nothing," I thought to myself. It was hard to get in at first and Steve was squirming and crying out in pain. He kept mumbling something as more and more entered his anus. As my cock moved forward and back in him, it started becoming easier, so I sped up. Steven never lost his hard on so it must have felt good taking it in the ass (once he became more accustomed to it, first few minutes were not pleasant). It had always been a fantasy but it seemed so strange to actually be fucking a man, and my long time friend none the less!

"Fuck, if I wasn't already smoking, I think I'd need a cigarette. Mm that cock is deep inside him. Talk dirty. Tell him how much of a whore he is."

She kept pushing me as she was finger fucking herself. I figured, why the hell not.

"You love having my cock in your ass. You are such a faggot!"

Mistress moaned loudly as I continued to yell at Steven. I'd occasionally look over to see her probing herself with the handle of her leather crop. Without even thinking, I started jerking his cock as I kept pounding him. My dick was throbbing and we were really getting into it. He was moaning out loud as well as I stretched out his hole. Images popped up in my mind: Him in a full rubber as I fucked him and came on his face, Me holding him down and raping him against his will. Perhaps I was getting too into the dominance. I was knocked down from my pedestal within a couple minutes. His ass was so tight, since he had never had anything in it before. The friction was too much so without thinking I drove deep and released my seed. I flooded his rectum with my warm cum.

"You worthless little fuck!"

Fear set in me as Nikki jumped up from her spot and walked quickly my way. Her heels loudly clicked against the flood and without warning she smacked me across the face. I was in a state of shock. 

"I don't believe I told you to that you could cum! You fucking stupid, worthless piece of shit! I guess the only way to make up for it, is to clean up your damn mess. Get in there!"

My face got slammed in Steven's ass. Cum was starting to ooze out his hole and now it was on my face. I licked up what dripped out.

"Steven, push that semen out. This cunt needs to learn his lesson!"

Her hand repeatedly smacked me in the back of the head before shoving my face back into his ass hole. The cum started gushing out now that he was pushing it and I was licking it up as fast as I could. She was pissed and I'd do whatever it took to make her happy again. 

"Look at his white tongue, Steven. What a fucking cum whore. I'm going to untie you now and have you clean up his dirty pecker."

He rubbed his arms as he was set free, a bit sore from the tight rope. I stood still and did nothing, not wanting to upset her again. His mouth wrapped around my cock as he moved back and forth, taking every inch in. He made sure to catch the little bit of cum that was dripping off my head. Instinct told me to grab his head and shove it downward, give him a good face fucking. I didn't. A popping sound filled the air as my head left his wet mouth. We waited for instructions.

"Good job. It's hard to believe that you two have never been with a man. You seem a bit too experienced."

Nikki put an unlit cigarette into her mouth, holding it firm between her teeth. She was searching around for a lighter and I remembered seeing one on another table. I reached over and grabbed it, then crawled her way. She leaned down as I lit her cigarette. My face was filled with her sweet smoke.

"Mm, good boy. Now back to business. I want you to put this rubber hood on. You will be on the receiving end this time."

In my mind I was freaking out, I'd never had anything inside of me.

"But...I think you will be receiving a good face fucking rather than your ass. I'd like to break you in myself."

She laughed as she blew a cloud of smoke in my face, causing me to cough. I was a bit relieved and excited that she wanted me all to herself. Her chair sat right behind us so she had a good view. Her fingers traced her nipples as she pulled at them.

"Come on Steven. Fuck his slut mouth!"

He wrapped his hands around the back of the rubber hood and pushed my face forward. The head poked at the side of my mouth before driving to the back of my throat. It seemed that every time I gagged and nearly threw up, he moaned loudly and fucked me harder.

"Yes! Make him take it deep. He's a slut, he can take it."

The sounds of her breast being slapped by a leather crop echoed throughout the room. It became increasingly louder as she started hitting herself harder. Red marks covered her large breast. Unfortunately, it was a sight I didn't get to see much of because I was so focused on not throwing up. His cock was at least 8 inches long and it certainly wasn't thin. It was becoming very difficult for me to take it all. My saliva was hanging from his shaft and my chin as he pounded my throat.

"You love that big cock in your mouth, don't you slave?"

Nodding was difficult when he wouldn't let up but I did the best I could to answer her. His dick would occasionally pop out of my mouth from him moving so quickly, so I would lick the shaft before he'd shove it back in.

"Mistress, I'm so close. Can I please cum?"

"Do you love having a faggot suck you off?"

"Yes mistress."

"Are you a sissy cock sucker yourself?"

"Yes mistress. I love to suck cocks."

"Mm good. Yes you may cum, but not in his mouth! I want to see all of your semen splattered over his rubber covered face."

Steven nodded his head, then pulled out of my mouth. It gave me a moment to catch my breath. He was fucking my mouth so fiercely that I didn't have much time to breathe. His left hand wrapped around his shaft and his right held the back of my head. I held my tongue out to catch the cum that came that way, knowing that it would please my mistress. Loud moans escaped his mouth as he squeezed his cock before letting loose streams of sperm that dripped down my rubber face. My tongue licked wildly at the sides of my mouth, getting as much of it as I could.

"Good. Now lick that up, but do not swallow! Hold it in your mouth. You don't have to eat your own cum, you asked permission, unlike that other worthless pig."

Neither of us were really sure what was going on but he listened. His tongue pressed the rubber against my face and it felt good. Every drop was mixed with saliva, sitting in his mouth. Suddenly, Nikki grabbed my face and told me to hold my mouth open wide. I did what I was told.

"Spit your cum into his dirty mouth. He is going to swallow it."

Leaning forward, he let the cum dangle from his tongue. It slowly fell towards my mouth and landed on my tongue. Mistress leaned over and spit into my mouth.

"Now swallow that cum and spit. Swallow!"

It didn't taste great but I closed my eyes and tried to not think about it. I swallowed it all.

"Well done. Perhaps I'll have to bring your faggot boyfriend in for play more often!"

We both looked at each other. Neither of us had a bad time, so the thought didn't bother us. Unfortunately, it was the end of our session. All of the things that I had just participated in drove me wild. When I got out to my car, I couldn't hold it in. My cock hurt from throbbing so much. Hopefully nobody saw, but if they did, oh well. I had to get off.



The Mistress Journal: The Watcher



MAY 11th 2007

Karen started getting on my case about spending too much money and questioned where it went. That is why there is such a gap. Luckily, the lies seemed to pacify her but this still meant waiting for another meeting with Mistress Nikki. As the weeks went by, I set money aside and let it add up. The day that I could afford another session, couldn't come sooner. Mistress was a bit stunned to see me back there, figuring we had ended our time together.

"Well, well, well. He has returned. Once you are committed to me, you are to keep that up."

"But my wife..."

"No excuses slut! I don't fucking care! Today, for being a bitch, you will watch the action, rather than be in on it. Now kiss my boots and apologize."

There was no point in arguing. I ran my tongue along the black shiny 4'' stiletto heel and kissed the tip of her boot, moving up the length with my lips.

"I'm sorry, so so sorry Mistress. It won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't," she yelled before inhaling on her menthol cigarette.

In the corner of the room was a steel chair with straps for your legs and wrists. It would be my front row seat during our time there.

"I'll be right back little whore." Nikki leaned forward, blowing thick smoke into my face while squeezing my crotch, "And I do mean little."

Her red rubber clad ass swayed from left to right, glimmering from the over head light. Little glimpses of her black panties could be seen with every other step.

The room was completely silent once the sound of her heels stopped. The surroundings hadn't changed much since my last visit. Voices were faint but grew louder as she walked back into the room, chain in hand, attached to a collar that a tall, light skinned male wore. 

"Meet Toby. This will be the man that will be enjoying the pleasures that you most certainly don't deserve."

There were no expressions to be seen on his face since a rubber hood masked him. A zipper was in place of his mouth and it was closed. The eye holes were too small to really see anything.

"Okay, come over here and sit down. I'll strap you in, and then Toby and I can begin."

The smell of latex was intoxicating as Mistress Nikki leaned in to tighten the straps, pressing her large breasts into my face. They were tighter than I expected them to be and moving wasn't an option. As she wanted, I was stuck, sitting still, naked, watching. An erection was already in progress from the sight of the rubber wrapped tits, so tightly pressed together, forming remarkable cleavage.

"There we go. Try and move you little fucker. You're trapped. Okay Toby, sit over there like a good boy. You've been excellent this last month and it's time to be rewarded. You love rubber, don't you Toby?"

The rubber hooded man shook his head frantically while spreading his legs a bit.

"Good. Then you will certainly enjoy the soft touch of my rubber gloves on your big pecker."

The sound of the glove snapping on her wrists filled the room; she turned towards me and grinned devilishly. 

"The smooth embrace of rubber could have been yours if you weren't such a worthless fuck."

Toby tilted his head back as her gloved fingers ran slowly down his long shaft, causing him to moan out. Her fingers wrapped around the thick piece of meat and held tightly, moving up and down at a rhythmic speed. My cock had fully grown by now and was throbbing at the sight of all of this. Sounds of pleasure filled the room.

"God, you have such a big cock Toby. You see this cock? This is what a real man's pecker should look like. His is so much longer and thicker. This is the kind of cock that could leave me dripping wet with several orgasms. You know that you could never do that with that thing you have over there. I bet you wish those hands were free so you could whack it around. Pathetic little shit."

Nikki's tongue poked at his balls and slid up to his thick head before she engulfed it all. There wasn't a single sign of Toby's cock; every single inch was inside of her mouth, as saliva ran down his sack. The sounds of enjoyment that echoed throughout the room were pure torture. She would stare me straight in the eyes, slapping his cock on her soft lips a few times before reinserting.

"Toby like? Yes, of course you do. Perhaps you deserve even more; you have been a good little slut. I'm going to let that big 10 inch monster of yours ride between my latex covered tits. Would you like that?"

He nodded his head, "Yes master. I'd love that so much."

"All you had to do was be a good boy and you could be fucking these gorgeous tits."

Pain circulated through my cock, craving an orgasm for relief. I watched attentively as she pressed her boobs together around his dick. Nikki squeezed them together and bounced them up and down, causing lots of friction. 

"Oh shit, fuck my tits. Cum all over them!"

The cock poked up from the top of the breast now and then before being devoured by the latex. It was becoming more difficult to take. I started fidgeting in my seat.

"You are fucking these titties so good; look at how much he's enjoying it. You going to explode all over them? Huh?"

He nodded as the moaning got more rapid. It was amazing to me that he lasted as long as he did. The watching without being able to touch at all had me dripping pre cum, so I couldn't imagine.

"I feel that you are close. Cum on my tits. Be a good little slut and make mistress very happy."

His head tilted back and forth as he panted, finally having an orgasm. A huge blast shot up and hit the bottom of her chin and ran down her neck, catching her off guard. The next couple squirted onto her cleavage and the latex that covered her nipples.

"Wow, look at all that sperm. Looks so damn good, mm." 

Mistress Nikki licked her lips but then looked over at me struggling. A smile came over her face.

"You know what, I'm going to give you a break this time. It was your first offense. You won't let it happen again, correct?"

Wildly, I shook my head from side to side. No way in hell would I miss another session and upset my master.

"Good. I'm going to free one of your hands and let you get yourself off. You got to watch us put on a show, your turn to perform for us."

My wrist was very sore and red once it was set free. The moment I put my hand up to my mouth for saliva, for lube, she stopped me.

"Uh uh. No spit. It wouldn't be very fair for mistress to not allow lubricant though. I'd hate for you to chafe and whine like a little bitch. All of this semen is yours to use. You have no choice!"

Her large breast moved closer towards me, I could smell his seed. My hand scooped a large thick portion that rest between her tits. It was still warm as I coated my shaft with it. Mistress lit up a cigarette and watched me rub myself. Surprisingly to me, his sperm was an excellent lube. The feeling it gave was astounding and that show that they had put on had already pushed me near the brink of orgasm. It didn't take long before my cum gushed out of the head, mixing in with his seed, covering my balls.

"Very nice, slut. Toby, please come over here."

What did she want him for? Her hands loosened the straps for my legs.

"Lift your legs up high and spread. Toby, rub your cock on his asshole."

Her grin scared me as much as this guy's giant rod, as smoke flowed out of her nostrils. His plump head ran through the semen and down to my virgin hole. My mind went in ten different directions and panic was setting in. I closed my eyes, fearing the awful pain. The head traced the outline of my hole, dragging the warm cum along it.

"Bet you'd love that cock inside you. Do you want his thick pecker in your dirty little shit hole? Huh? Want him to tear up your shit hole, whore?!"

Though I was scared, I knew what she wanted to hear, "Yes master."

She laughed loudly, "Well, too bad slut, maybe next time. Both of you little fucks are dismissed."

Relief set in. I fumbled with the other strap and set my bound hand free. I'd make sure to get here as often as possible from now on. I'd hate to disappoint my master.



The Mistress' Mistress



Author's note: This was a long time in the writing. It happened in spurts (pun intended), and there were gaps of over a month where nothing happened and the ending got substantially rewritten in my head. And then I did most of the constructive parts of the ending while cybering two sessions at once. That usually helps. But I'm not entirely happy for the ending, for which I have to apologise. But I do hope you enjoy it anyway!

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Her clothing was inappropriate, which helped his mood a little. Technically she was wearing a dress, but it managed to look like a blouse and skirt so that the suggestion of accessibility between hem and hem, along with the way the silken black fabric followed her curves without clinging, added an extra hint of excitement. The hem of the skirt finished above her knee, the sleeves at her wrists and the straight-edged neckline went from the very edge of her neck to slightly south of her nipples, in a narrow V of pure white skin.

She didn't have real curves - not as he would qualify them. The neckline was in no danger of revealing too much of her breasts, her legs between dress and black stilettos were barely more fleshy than bone and her arms, while difficult to define with the eyes in their slightly shimmering sheaths, were clearly more slender than his wrists had ever been.

Her eyes, when she focused on his across the expanse of the table, which was only when they were talking, were a smoky grey that defied depth perception and made them appear to be holes in her severely perfect face. Her fingers were long and almost bony, and preternaturally coordinated. When she wasn't writing or speaking she was spinning her pen, and not with the casual circles of most who picked up the trick at University, but so fast that the faceted stainless steel surface sparkled and all he could see was a whir with the occasional flicker of a straight line registering on his stunned eyes. Almost as an afterthought she kept it spinning between fingers and thumb, stopping it abruptly when she spoke or wrote, and always with the pen in exactly the right position between her fingers.

When she looked up to speak to him but didn't still the spinning of the pen, he was so effectively taken unawares that he didn't move his focus from its flicker.

"You look tired," she said in a voice warmer and less clipped than her normal tones, and with no hint of the questioning rising inflection that normally accompanied those words.

"Yes," he said candidly and with a hint of wonderment that he had responded at all.

"You are growing very sleepy," she continued in exactly the same measured, even tones.

"Yes," he repeated, and this time there was no hint of anything except agreement in his voice.

"You are asleep," and, just like that, the concept of 'free will' ceased to be entirely relevant.

#

She considered him with an amused smile playing across her straight lips. The bigger their egos are, she reflected, the more easily they could be toppled and the more definitive their fall. She was still spinning the pen, and his eyes were still, glazed over, fixed upon it. Slowly, she stopped. His eyes didn't waver. "Look at me."

His eyes did not move.

That was worrying.

"Look at my eyes."

Obediently, his gaze slid up from her hand to her face, and half-focused on her grey eyes.

Ah. So. He was one of _those_. Interesting, and more than a little tiresome. But, if pedantic she needed to be, pedantic would have to do.

She would also have to be careful. It would do no good to push too hard too soon and lose him, with potentially dangerous, if not merely embarrassing, consequences. Well, one way to find out and maybe turn the tables. But first...

"Is this room bugged?"

"No, Mistress."

Well, _that_ was an eye-opener! Mistress indeed! Promising, but also curious and curiouser. Where the hell did that come from?

"Is it monitored in any way?"

"No, Mistress."

"Is it possible that it is monitored but you are unaware of it?"

"No, Mistress."

This was getting tiresome.

"Why not?"

"I have had the room swept."

Well, that was more like it. Now, where was she? Ah, yes...

"Have you been wondering if I am wearing a bra?"

"No, Mistress."

"Why haven't you been wondering if I am wearing a bra?"

"I'm not interested in your breasts, Mistress"

Oh, here it comes. Always the breasts.

"Why not?"

"They're too small, Mistress"

She sighed.

"Have you ever heard that small breasts have more sensitive nipples?"

"No, Mistress."

"You will remember that. You will remember that small breasts have more sensitive nipples, and you will remember that if a woman has small breasts she will scream in ecstasy when you bite them, and you will feel more of a man, and it will be easier for you to make her cum. You will like the sight of small breasts because they will make you think of what you do to the woman who has them. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Well he had passed the shock test, anyway.

"When you wake up, you will wonder if I am wearing a bra, and will try and look for my nipples. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Good. Just one more thing.

"You will return to this trance when you see my pen spinning, and hear me say the words 'You are feeling tired.' Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Good. Just one more, other thing...

"Why are you calling me Mistress?"

For a moment he almost looked confused, and she had the agonised thought that she had overstepped the mark.

"Because... You are my Mistress."

"Who am I?"

"My wife."

For the first time in a lucrative career of abducting the minds of men, she was rendered speechless. WHAT THE FUCK???

"What is your cue to go into a trance?"

"When I see your pen spinning, and you say 'You are feeling tired'."

Ah. That could be a problem.

"What was your previous cue to go into a trance?"

"When you said 'Because you're mine, squirrel'."

For a minute she desperately grappled with the impulse to burst out in hysterical laughter, and only managed to suppress it by a mighty effort of will and pinching her nose hard to block her airways. But it was a close thing. Squirrel? Christ, what did they get up to? It was time to get serious.

"From now on, both your previous trigger and your new trigger will send you into a trance, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Well, that was a relief!

"Who am I?"

"My Mistress."

"And?"

"My wife."

And there it all fell into place. She wondered how long he had been regularly hypnotized, and what sort of luxurious, pampered existence his wife lead. For the first time in a long time, she felt a small twinge of jealousy, but soon suppressed it. She also wondered whether hypnotism predated marriage. She was positive that this wife had D-cups at a minimum. It wouldn't be hard for someone like that to eliminate competition by setting a post-hypnotic command that anybody with smaller breasts was unattractive.

Oh well.

"When you wake up, you will not remember this session. You will only remember that you were thinking about your last instructions from your client. You will also wonder what style of panties I am wearing. You will not notice that any time has passed." Hang on, there was an opportunity here... "Although you will realise that you had lost track for a few seconds. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Good. "You will wake up when I have counted to 3. 1... 2... 3 and I can bring that to you on Friday."

Blinking desperately and aware that his concentration had wondered but refusing to admit weakness, he attempted to regain an upper hand by being decisive. "Right," he said as though he was glad she had finally reached that point, without quite managing to remove the last vestiges of confusion from his face. He dropped his eyes to his notes again, and as his gaze travelled down her dress his eyes flickered across her chest and juddered to a stop for a second, another fleeting moment of confusion flickering across his forehead and making her nipples harden with satisfaction. He snatched his gaze down, desperately, but his eyes jumped up to steal a quick glimpse at her waist through the glass tabletop.

So that had worked as well! Let him wonder, she thought smugly. He'll get it wrong, but let him wonder. She had the amused thought that he might interpret her command liberally and wonder if she was wearing panties at all, but decided on balance that his pedantry under hypnosis suggested that no, he would wonder what type she was wearing.

She began decisively tidying up her notes and documents, dropping them into her stylishly thin, painfully elegant briefcase beside the laptop that was so thin most people didn't realise it was there. Taken unawares, he was reduced to decisively snapping on the lid of his pen. Well, it was his office so at least he wouldn't have to leave. She closed her briefcase with a decisive snap, pushed back her chair and stood up decisively. "Until Friday, then," turned and walked out with heels click-clacking on the floor tiles.

She made it all the way to basement garage without smiling, climbed into her Jaguar and locked the doors, placed her briefcase carefully on the seat next to her, pulled a small adjustable vibrator out of the glovebox, arched her back in the seat to lift her hips far enough to let her comfortably slide it in and be held in place by her panties (leather G-string) and then turned it on to the lowest setting. She dropped back into the seat and gasped once or twice until the sensations had settled down and she could regain composure, then drove home with it buzzing away deep inside her.

There was an accident that held up traffic for fifteen minutes when she was most of the way out of the city, so her self-control was quite severely tested, but even so she managed not to cum until her garage door had closed behind her, the screams bouncing off the walls and echoing. Maybe next week she could afford to turn it up one notch.

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A courier dropped off her proposal before their Friday meeting and so when she arrived, dressed this time in an actual blouse and skirt, a little more conventional although the fabric had a spiral pattern woven into it and her stockings were a light spider-web design, with her briefcase held immobile at the end of her left arm, she had everything in place for a productive meeting of collaborators.

And when the secretary had left after they had worked out their joint proposal, she had quite enough time to tell him that he was tired, and then that he would be inviting her for drinks after work at a bar that he hadn't been to before but which she frequented regularly, because he was curious to see what it was like. She also withdrew the pen-spinning as a requirement of the hypnotic trigger: He was progressing very well, and she had the worrying thought that if she used something other than a pen (say, a swizzle stick) he might be too literal to let it affect him.

She tested it, of course. No sense in letting a good result and confidence con you into being amateurish.

He asked her without too much cognitive dissonance. Her command regarding small breasts and her panties, combined with his natural predatory instincts and a little seeding of moral ambiguity towards extramarital affairs, had worked their magic well and made him at least sufficiently curious enough to want to get into those panties (whatever he thought they were). Plus, he seemed so curious about why he was curious about wanting to try a new bar that he wanted to go there anyway now.

She drove home on the lowest setting still, but managed to hold on until she got out of the car, and almost took a step towards the house, but holding her legs together to walk was too much for her and she collapsed on the concrete screaming.

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That evening, she dressed in a blue silk dress that plunged to her lower back and stopped not much below her hips, but would have been modestly cut in front if it hadn't clung to every curve and revealed her absence of bra but stopped enticingly short of the shapes of her breasts, even with her nipples clearly showing. She had bare legs, and blue high heels and when the club's owner saw her, he served her personally, presenting a scarlet drink made to a recipe that only she knew of.

"Would you be needing one of your special drinks for your man tonight?"

"No thanks," she said with a smile and a sip. "He's mine already." Sodium pentathol was her usual aid hypnoir, but the touch of alcohol combined with embedded commands would be more than enough tonight, particularly when he saw what she was wearing.

A key passed hands, and she pulled up her dress to clip it to her panties, giving him a quick glimpse of a thin strap that he recognised with an ache in his groin and a smile on her face.

When she turned away to examine the room, he headed out the back with a strained and determined look on his face. A barmaid who had been covertly observing their interaction licked her lips and followed him.

A few eyes tracked the doll-like figure in the blue dress, male and female alike and with predatory or sadly hopeful gaze, but even the most brash and optimistic could tell that she was not to be approached lightly.

He arrived five minutes late, and looking unimpressed by that fact. As she herself had only arrived when she intended to because she had access to the locked staff car park, she forgave him that. His eyebrows shot up when he was handed a double scotch neat when he got to the bar, and even further when he tasted it. Hypnotism: Every hostess' friend.

The impact of first the sight of what she was wearing (it had taken her a great deal of thought to find exactly the right angle at which to stand for maximum effect) and then the shock of being handed his favourite drink, right down to the brand, made him gulp more than intended and it took only the most subtle of subliminal prompts - the brief angling of her glass towards his, the quick succession of rapid sips - to fool him into drinking more. The quality of service (the second barmaid had not yet returned, but the remaining one was up to the demand this early in the night) was such that it was refilled without him even noticing.

Which suited her perfectly. What the alcohol started, skillful posing and and the occasional meaningful flash of expression completed in completely unbalancing him and putting her in complete authority of the sexuality of the situation. Married or not, if she had whispered in his ear that she had a room on site, he may have gone panting to bed with her anyway.

But that wasn't what she had in mind. You just can't trust a man unless he's properly hypnotised. It's so much easier to relax when you know that they will do what they're told, and only what they're told.

So she waited until he had finished his second double scotch, had it replaced and was failing to cope with her conversation but still thought he was managing it, when she leaned closer towards him, sliding into his personal space with a confident assurance that made him feel suddenly uncomfortable in his y-fronts, and whispered "You are feeling tired." Besides, the first barmaid was returning with a rumpled T-shirt, a smug smile on her face, an unconscious slow lick of her lips and a slightly stiff gait, and that struck her as a good sign.

His eyelids drooped right on cue, his voice slipped into a monotone and he uttered "Yes, Mistress" as though he had been practicing for years, not just two weeks.

"You are going to follow me. I will walk through two doors and lock them behind us. After the second door we will be in a room with a bed. You will stop in the middle of the room, take off your shirt, stand still and await further instructions. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Follow me now."

As she turned away from the bar, a practised hand had unhooked the key from her G-string with nobody spotting either the movement or her underwear.

She opened the door with the same practiced hand, stepped aside as he passed through, followed him and turned around to lock the door behind her. When she turned back, he was standing obediently watching her, naked from the waist up. Her breath caught in her throat.

His body was almost inhumanly tightly built, with muscles that only moved sideways when other muscles needed them to. She felt herself flush from her face down over her breasts and deep between her thighs. Her hands moved of their own volition as they pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and peeled it down off her breasts, betraying how little the fabric had revealed while still giving the thrill of concealment withdrawn.

It was the first time that he had seen her breasts, and she got a perverse thrill from his hypnosis-state lack of reaction as his eyes looked steadily into hers and her nipples inched forward towards him.

She followed their lead, slowly walking towards him, his eyes staying steadily fixed on hers as her own roved over his body, until the difference in their heights meant that his field of view included her breasts and, if he were looking at her breasts, his field of view would include the damp spot on her G-string.

She was so aroused that she could barely speak, or concentrate. There was a dizzy feeling in her head and her focus jumped from muscled curve to muscled curve to the expensively tailored, non-revealing crotch of his pants. The buzzing in her ears she could ignore, but without being able to concentrate she was left with an erotic statue.

She closed her eyes, clenched her fists, took a deep breath through her mouth to avoid his scent and said "Look at my breasts," then stifled a moan and bit her lip.

A few seconds of composure, as a fire raged between her legs, and she felt able to open her eyes. His steady gaze was focused on her chest, and at the back of her brain her woman's instincts kicked in to draw back her shoulders and draw in her already concave belly, the fire that coursed through her sharpening her focus and her self-control, putting her back in the position of power that she craved, and drawing her lips back from her teeth in a vampiric grin.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked with a purr.

"Yes, Mistress," he responded, still with a neutral voice. She half closed her eyes and sighed happily.

"Why do you like what you see?"

"Because it excites me, Mistress."

A brief flash of annoyance threatened to sour her evening before she said, evenly, "Why does it excite you?"

"Because I know that I can make you scream in ecstasy, writhe uncontrollably and cum hard enough to squirt when I play with them and bite your nipples, Mistress."

Only the shock of what he said prevented her from losing control and balance at once. "What did you say?"

"Because I..."

"Quiet! Why did you elaborate that much?"

"Because you told me to elaborate whenever I was talking about you, Mistress."

Ah... That had been a nice trick for his wife to play! It was a pity that she would never be able to express her gratitude properly.

"Drop your pants and your underwear, boy."

The grin on her face widened as he undid his belt, the button, and the zip, then hooked his thumb into the waistband of what turned out to be jockey shorts and pushed them both off his hips, a ripping of velcro from the waistband of the shorts letting everything fall about his feet.

His pants had been better tailored than she had imagined, and his jockey shorts more generously concealing than she had thought possible. When his engorged cock was released and whipped out, her knees buckled and she landed heavily in front of him, mouth reaching as if by instinct.

If his body was well-built, his cock was overbuilt in proportion. It was enormous - not especially long (although more than capable of filling her entirely) but nearly two and a half inches in diameter, uncircumcised and ribbed with veins that looked as hard as iron. She wrapped her hands around it and opened her mouth.




The Mistress' Mistress



She had to stretch her lips to get more than the very tip in her mouth, squeezing the head to make it fit as his scent made her head swim and he started to moan and quiver, a response her fogged mind barely recognised as another embedded command. She managed to get the swollen edges of the helmet past her lips and over her tongue, but gave up the unequal effort and pulled back, gasping for air and dizzy with lust. She looked up at his steady gaze, still locked on her breasts, and regained some measure of composure.

She climbed to her feet, backing away until she felt the bed behind her knees, and then threw herself back onto it, her pussy wide open towards him.

"Come here," she said huskily and then, when he obediently walked towards her, the saliva-slick head of his cock bobbing before him, added "Do to me what my breasts make you want to do."

He moved onto the bed with a suddenly breathtaking fluidity, his body suddenly over hers and his mouth descending to her throat. One hand kept him hovering above her while the other moved to her nearly flat breast, fingertips brushing its surface and skimming past her nipple as her breathing quickened. His lips were replaced briefly by his teeth, making her gasp just as his fingertips captured her nipple and squeezed it. She arched up against him, feeling the heat of his penis sear into her belly right through to her womb. His hand, covering her entire breast and more, pressed her firmly back down onto the bed as his lips and his teeth moved down from her neck to the hollow between throat and shoulder, and down her chest to the first soft tissue of her breasts.

She moaned from the enforced restraint as much as from the sensations, gasping "You really are... quite good... she trained... oh God!" His head, moving inexorably down towards his hand, had swung sideways and his perfectly formed teeth had captured her nipple and tugged it sharply, shooting lightning right through her and twisting her body in an uncontrollable spasm. The pressure of his hand was suddenly gone from her breast, but she hadn't time to draw breath before it was replaced with the pressure of his teeth, her body arching up towards him and a wail of lust ripped from her throat.

The echoes had barely begun before, without ceremony, two of his thick, muscular fingers slammed into her already lubed-slick cunt, burying themselves to the hilt. His fingers between them were as thick as a good cock, and suddenly she was desperate for more, clutching at the bedspread, impaled on his fingers and trapped by her burning nipples. His thumb found her clit and began massaging it in even circles, a steady pace that threatened a remorseless orgasm more effectively than desperate speed would do.

His mouth, lips, tongue and teeth all alternated from breast to breast as his two fingers fucked her until, with astonishing speed, a huge orgasm was ripped from her tiny body.

He withdrew when she came, her liquids splashing around his fingers and leaving them shimmering wet. She gasped her way to self-control, then grabbed his hand and greedily sucked her juices from it. She unsteadily moved back away from him, then twisted around and rolled over onto hands and knees, staring back at him.

"Fuck me," she said. "Do not cum until I give you permission, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied as he moved on his knees towards her.

"And be gentle when you put it in! Unnngh!"

She shut her eyes hard and bit her lip as the head of his cock pressed against her still sensitive cunt, and took one huge, shuddering breath into her lungs as he slowly and smoothly pushed inside her, splitting her lips wide with his fleshy head, then the iron-like hardness of his shaft holding her open. Her depths were split wider than she had ever felt before, from lips to womb, and the sensation nearly made her black out. Lying on her face, head turned to one side, breasts and shoulders pressed into the mattress and hands clenched hard about the iron bars at the bedhead, she nearly sobbed when he began to withdraw, then groaned again as he pushed back in, still slowly.

She squeezed her eyes shut as he slowly grew faster, pistoning in and nearly all the way out, every thrust pushing his incredible girth inside her, a girth she had been afraid she would not be able to take, her knuckles clenching hard around the iron of the bed frame, her body not yet shaking from his thrusts but silently begging him to accelerate until she did.

Then she felt two metal loops encircle her wrists, and barely heard two clicks as they shut.

"What the fuck?"

Her eyes flew open even as he drove into her once more, and she stared in disbelief at the figure standing behind the bedhead, standing where she should not be, where the wall should be instead. She caught a brief glimpse behind the figure of a dark opening, but the figure itself commanded her attention.

She was tall, a good six feet at least, dressed in loose boots that went halfway up her perfectly toned, pale thighs, a leather G-string with clip-on access panel and a leather corset that revealed flesh between its laced together panels and support and lifted, with clip-on cups, a pair of the most magnificent breasts that the suddenly trapped Mistress had ever seen that close. Her face was nordic, with high cheekbones and ice-blue eyes, exotic features stamped with authority and power, white-blond hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back.

"How do you like my husband, Angelina?" The apparition said from between blood-red lips.

A surge of panic threatened to overwhelm Angelina and she struggled wildly, but the handcuffs went around the bed rails and attempting to move against the husband's grip on her hips as he continued steadily pistoning in and out of her was an exercise in futility for the small, slim girl.

"He's good, isn't he?" The wife continued in a conversational tone. "He's also mine. You'd do well to remember that. Did you think your little efforts would go unnoticed? They were amateurish, girl, and so are you. You didn't even realise that your barmaid, pet, is my pet barmaid. I've been holding little parties here since before you fingered yourself in the school toilets. Faster, dog."

As he began to hump into her more vigorously, beginning to shake her body, she grit her teeth against the abuse and a plummeting sensation deep inside her as she realised that she had made the biggest mistake of her life and was going to be made to pay for it with all the ingenuity that this accomplished dominatrix could contrive.

As the pounding continued, she felt with a sense of dullness that her arousal was slowly climbing because of it, and wondered how that could be when she was so desperately looking for a way out. Then she screamed as lines of fire were drawn across her back, a whip lashing hard down upon her.

"I asked you a question, bitch. How do you like my husband?"

The whip landed again, making her scream again, whimper against her own common sense, "Please stop!"

The whip landed again, before a voice hissed in her ear, "You forced my husband to break his marriage vows. You forced him to have sex with your scrawny little ass, did you give him a choice?"

The whip landed again, suddenly, making her scream even harder. "Now I asked you a question, bitch. How do you like my husband?"

Somehow, against all the odds, his pumping was making her cunt burn and beg for release, but as she started to sob with the frustration of futility into the pillow, she grit her teeth against admitting that.

The whip landed again on her back. "I could have sworn I felt my lips move. How do you like my husband?"

His fucking reached the limit of her self-control and her cry of pain turned into a wail of lust "Oh, fuck!"

"Yes, he is. How do you like him?"

Suddenly she was screaming, crying, begging for release.

"That wasn't the question I asked, bitch. Do I whip you again? How do you like my husband?"

She could barely believe her own ears as she heard herself scream "He's really fucking intense! Oh god, please, let him cum!"

"That's better, bitch." The whip landed again, making her scream in surprise and fear as well as pain. "Cum, dog."

With a grunt, he came, deep inside her, the shock of it pushing her over her own edge, into a surprised, twisted orgasm that let her feeling confused and dirty but even so made her cry out. He didn't stop, he didn't even slow down, and the feeling of him pumping into her cum-filled cunt, squeezing it out, made her feel more humiliated than the whipping had done.

"He can keep that up all night, you know," the wife said in a conversational tone of voice. "But I have better plans for you, little slut. Dog, stop deep."

He rammed deep inside her and stopped, for the first time letting her relax around him and realise just how painfully large he was. The wife moved back to the head of the bed and with a practised movement released the whole top of the frame, swinging it off as Angelina watched in disbelief, unresisting as the wife grabbed her hand, pulled them up and lifted the handcuffs chain over the top. On an unspoken signal the husband grabbed her flanks, lifted her up and pinned him to her chest, one arm wrapped around her, his cock still deep within her cunt.

He lifted her, standing on the bed then stepping onto the floor, as she hung weakly against his chest, a dull throbbing from her back against him, feeling every step as a jolt from his cock against her now sore flesh.

She was carried through the door she had briefly glimpsed before, down a steep flight of steps, their heads perilously close to the ceiling, and into a cavern carved out underneath the bar. Her heart, already sunk within her, sank even further. There was very little light, merely a piercingly bright cone shining from a shaded bulb in the ceiling and excluding everything outside its edges, but nonetheless she could see that they were in a dungeon, with machinery lurking in the shadows to either side.

The wife stopped in front of them, turned, and spread her arms wide. "Welcome to my lair!" She dropped her arms, and walked forwards until she was face to face with Angelina. "And from now on, you will call me 'Mistress'. Is that clear, slut?"

Angelina looked at her uncomprehending for a moment, then a slap across the face brought her back to the present and to her anger. "Fuck you!" she gasped out.

"Oh dear. It would be so much easier on you if you just gave in. Over here."

He walked her over to a spot that seemed the same as any other until the Mistress grabbed the chain between her wrists again, pulled it up and connected it to a hook above her head. When the husband released her and bent at the knees he slid right out and left her hanging there, toes just scraping the ground, gasping a little from the sudden emptiness inside her and her shoulders, unused to stress, already beginning to hurt. Then her feet were pulled apart and two more padded cuffs were latched around her ankles, holding her legs spread wide apart and all her weight taken by her arms.

The Mistress had stepped back into the shadows, but returned carrying a long multi-stranded whip. Angelina impulsively jerked against the chain, but all she accomplished was to swing helplessly back and forth.

"Now, the first lesson you have to learn is: Don't sleep with my husband. I'll repeat that." The statuesque blonde's arm drew back, the smoothly outlined curves of her flesh tightening into sharply delineated muscle. "Don't!" The arm swung forward violently, drawing the whip hard across Angelina's back, the ends whipping around to her flanks and one sharp tip nicking her breast, making her scream and jerk forwards away from it, only to swing back and into the next lash which came with the next word "Sleep!" Each word was punctuated by the sharp slap of whip on flesh, "With!" Angelina screamed with each landing, but her shrill voice failed to drown out the Mistress' authoritative tones. "My!" The Mistress timed each lash perfectly as Angelina swung backwards into it. "Husband!"

If Angelina had desperately hoped that one repetition would be enough, she was sorely mistaken. There was not even a pause. "Don't! Sleep! With! My! Husband!"

Angelina's flanks and back were beginning to bleed, blood pooling in the welts raised by the soft leather, when the Mistress slowly walked around behind her and, unseen, switched hands.

When the whip next landed, over the same stretch of back but whipping around to strike the other flank and breast, Angelina twisted even harder, crying out in despair as well as pain. "Don't! Sleep! With! My! Husband!"

The Mistress spared her a second rendition from that side, stopping to absent-mindedly run the whip through her hands and very mindedly admiring the way that the blood raised from the side of Angelina's tiny breasts ran down her few curves, providing a necessary outline by contrast of her tiny body. She bent forward and slid her tongue up the girl's smooth flank from the bottom of the blood-drops trail to the wound from which it trickled. The girl tried to twist away again, and this time the Mistress only smiled.

The Mistress moved away into the shadows, leaving Angelina hanging and gasping for breath, trying to tear her mind away from the pain in her back. When the next sensation upon Angelina's back was a cool spray she jerked in surprise and near panic before realising that it wasn't the whip landing again. The spray stung her welts, but quickly numbed them. She heard the Mistress moving away once more into the shadows, but the amazonian woman was gifted with the ability to move quietly even in those high-heeled boots and even on this naked rock floor.

Suddenly she felt her head grabbed from behind, and pulled backwards. She barely had time to gasp before a tall leather collar was pulled around her neck, a sharp snap against her spine telling her that it wasn't about to come off. When her hair was released, her neck couldn't move and her head was locked staring at the ceiling.

"This is called a posture collar. As you have no self-discipline, we must impose it. And this is called the Black Magic."

She felt something cold and slimy bump against her pussy, and jerked upwards with no more success than she had escaped the whip.

"It's a simple adjustable electric motor driving a dildo through a linkage arm. To show you my compassionate side, I've lubricated it. To show you that I'm serious, I'm not going to turn it on slowly or let it run at anything more than maximum speed." The Mistress finished adjusting it so that as Angelina hung from exhausted shoulders the tip of the dildo was an inch inside her. "This is to ensure that it doesn't pop out," the Mistress said solicitously in her ear as the cold slimy head of the dildo made her sense of humiliation, of vulnerability, complete. She bit back a sob, and nearly bit through her lip when she felt two ribbed metal jaws bite into her nipples, half-erect from the cold, and squeeze them hard.

As she desperately blinked back the tears, her eyes cleared to see the Mistress standing in front of her holding a handful of small, shiny, pieces of metal in front of her face. "And these are called clover clamps. They're Japanese. Very ingenious. They're spring loaded, as you can feel, but the harder you pull on them the tighter they clamp. There's a chain between them, dangling in front of your skinny little belly. And I'm going to hang these weights off them," simultaneously, Angelina felt a very small drag downwards on her nipples, and the pressure very slightly increase, "Until I'm satisfied."

The last vestiges of hope disappeared from Angelina's mind. The Mistress began to hum tunelessly and, every few seconds, the drag on her nipples increased, and so did the pressure, as the pain from her aching shoulders was first matched and then began to fade. Tears of pain were squirting from her eyes before the Mistress said "There! That should be about right." Angelina didn't even feel a sense of relief - her nipples, pinched and stretched, were in too much pain.

She struggled to blink back the tears, to focus, and then her eyes opened wide and she found the strength to scream as the dildo jerked into life and slammed deep inside her, yanked back and slammed in again almost before she had time to register the first assault. Suddenly what felt like a ball covered with soft leather was jammed into her mouth, and an elastic strap snapped over the back of her head. "I don't think we need to listen to that noise. Undisciplined pets are so tiresome."

Angelina almost gagged as the ball was jammed into her mouth and, with the posture collar holding her head upright, nearly choked on saliva running down her throat. When she worked out how to prevent that from happening, the attention she hadn't paid to the dildo pounding in and out of her had left her body screaming and what was left of her willpower in tatters.

The relentless, high-speed pounding, ripping into her all the way to the entrance to her womb, had nearly done its work while she was trying to keep breathing. Coming so soon after a real fucking, and while her body was aching for any sensation but pain and her will was at its very lowest, the Black Magic had stripped what was left of her resistance, her willpower and her fear and replaced them all with screaming lust. Even the Mistress was impressed by how fast the pale, waif-like body of Angelina had broken and succumbed to the stimulation.

As soon as she could think about what was being done to her, she knew that she had lost. There was no way that she could fight, and no way now that she could resist the effects. She started to cry in earnest as she tried to beg for release.

She was soon jerking, desperately, tears cascading down her cheeks while her body shook with its need for release, barely even noticing the bouncing of the weights on her nipples. Before she really realised it she was cumming, screaming even through the gag, body shaking as the orgasm shredded her sense of time, of space, of what was happening to her, the tireless and dumb machine not slowing down, not deviating, not ceasing its stimulation of her as her orgasm, as soon as it had peaked, was replaced by another, tired and forced but still real, shredding this time her sense of self.

When the machine stopped, it withdrew completely from her and she was left gasping and lost, flailing to pin down where she was, who she was, what was happening to her...

"You are listening only to me. Only my voice exists."

The sound gave her something to concentrate on, some sort of focus to rebuild the tattered shreds of her mind.

"You are my slut, my slave. You exist only to serve me. That is why you are alive. That is who you are."

Yes, it made her feel less panicked, less confused and disoriented.

"You will do everyone I say, and believe everything I tell you."

Of course!

"You will lose all will, and listen only to me, when you hear me say "How do you hold your licker?" "

Yes...

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She lay with her elbows and her wrists tightly bound behind her back, taking all her weight on her small tender breasts, her ankles strapped to her wrists and her knees held wide spread. Her mouth was wide open, her tongue working the entire length of her Mistress' slit. With every second her Master slammed deep inside her, and the motion drove her forward. She tried to use it to drive her tongue deeper inside her Mistress, because that was what she was for. 



The Mistress of Holt House



As we all aware, the world in the 1880's was a very different place. Though a great era in the advancement of industry and technology for mankind in general; for womankind the world was much as before. It was still considered that females should 'know their place'- somewhere beneath the male. For some women though, this could never be.

Percy Blandish-Wright was typical of Victorian upper-middle class gentlemen. He owned his own building and textiles business with his own small army of tradesman at his beck and call, each individual paid just enough to keep them alive but never enough to keep them happy. Business was booming and today he had an appointment at a large Georgian residence on the outskirts of town; 'Rendelsham'; Holt House. 

He stepped from the carriage and passed through the impressive gateway between two white pillars and ascended the marble stairs to the front door and pulled the bell lever. He had a rudimentary scrape of the sole of his boot on the foot-scraper, and looked up and around the grandiose whitewashed building as he awaited the response. A smartly appointed maid in a starched uniform pulled back the heavy front door. He puffed himself up arrogantly before he spoke.

"Morning, Percy Blandish-Wright; Is Mr Rendlesham available? He has required my presence." The maid smirked slightly at the approach of the pompous male, and at his assumption that a 'Mr' should be head of household.

"Miss Rendlesham is expecting you; she is Mistress of Holt House, the request for your services will have come from her. Please come in." The portly gentleman coughed in a slightly irritated fashion; his flabby jowls flapped as he did so. Like most businessman of that era he was unaccustomed to speaking directly to women unless they had been introduced by their masters. He had rarely discussed business directly with women; on the few occasions he had, they had been elderly widows. He was led into a drawing room by the servant, where he expected to be confronted by a vinegary old maid. He was quite taken aback by the presence of the woman who awaited him.

Miss Marcia Rendlesham was a very prim and shapely woman, her tightly corseted bodice accentuated her full breasts, and her tight blouse buttoned at the collar was complemented by a black choker with cameo about her feminine neck. She was resplendent with bustle under her long velvety skirt. Her face was worthy of any music hall or opera starlet, and her warm brown hair was neatly tied in a bun. Though obviously in her late forties at least, she was every inch the picture of womanly perfection in the eyes of any male. How could this creature possibly have remained a 'Miss'? He thought to himself. Nonetheless, as a woman she would be easily swayed into agreeing to no end of superfluous work -- or so he thought. 

He was ushered into a maroon chesterfield and she sat opposite, her piercing blue eyes surveying the bumbling male before her. It rankled with her that in this age of progress within the many booming industries, there were never any females to converse with when requesting necessary services. For his part, the meeting was a strangely sobering experience, he did not understand quite why, but he felt humbled by this woman. Even her maid seemed to ooze certain contempt for him as she served the tea to them both. He soon found that she was not to be fobbed off with agreeing to any work not specifically required. She would also remain in residence whilst the majority of the work on the required extension was carried out. It was apparent she would wish to keep her eye on the progression of the work and would not tolerate any attempt to prolong it and thus extend the cost.

After some studied deliberation and inspection of his estimates in which he was made to feel very small indeed, they agreed on the cost. The work would commence tomorrow and he bade her good day and felt himself hurrying down the steps on the way out. He glanced back at the house and wiped the perspiration from his neck; he'd done good business, but would not want to cross that woman in a hurry. As he climbed back into the waiting carriage the horse relieved itself, as though sensing his anxiety. They pulled away leaving a steaming pile as testament to the visit.

Within a fortnight the ground work and main structure had been added to the house; having been plastered it was now down to the decorators, carpenters and finishers to make their completions. The situation was a hive of gossip amongst the tradesman who readily extolled the virtues of the beautiful mistress of the house who regularly made her presence felt. Some had purposely not applied themselves in producing their best quality work simply so she would question them about it to ensure whatever inadequacy was made good; such was the thrill of engaging this siren in conversation.

He had many aspirations as a working man, though of humble origins he had an artistic flair, and had spent a great deal of time in London's museums and galleries taking in the works of many famous artists, architects and writers. He had expressed himself down by the Thames embankment in chalks and pastels on the cold grey paving stones and had received much acclaim from those who had witnessed his work; particularly those upper middle class people who liked to promenade there. Unbeknown to him, it was likely he had a far greater knowledge of art than did they, though he accepted their praise and the few extra coppers. He particularly enjoyed the praise received from some of the ladies; especially those who were well spoken and confident in manner, and who towered over him as he knelt. He was not really sure why, but these sort of women strongly appealed to him.

He had been engaged by Blandish-Wright as a decorator initially, and he had noted his artistic talent. He now earned the odd extra shilling where some artistic finishing was required. His fat employer had managed to convince Miss Rendlesham of the need for a little of this, knowing his pavement artist may encourage her to request even more. This would also suit the artist as his love of literature meant he had to find extra money in order to acquire copies of the latest books he's read or heard about , some of which were regarded as somewhat risqué and did not come cheap, even when second or third hand. He had heard of a book called 'Venus in Furs' and knew this would be both hard to come by, and expensive in any condition.

He was hard at work in the extension, applying the base emulsions to the walls; the plaster now nicely dry, he glanced through the window at the sun drenching the fine gardens and had a moment of grandeur fantasy. He imagined being at home in this house and enjoying the company of women there. He was just beginning to venture into a more carnal dream when he was rudely interrupted.

"This is the man I told you about; he will prove his worth when the basic decoration has dried." He removed his painter's cap and stared into the eyes of the Mistress of Holt House for the first time. He was immediately struck by her commanding presence without her uttering a word, though the warmth of her smile made him feel at ease. Even so he subconsciously accepted that she would be very much in control. 

Though he was very modernistic and progressive in outlook, this was still an era whereby a working man was supposed to know his place, and this eased the situation for him. She inhaled sharply before she spoke, suspecting she would be more than happy to make the acquaintance of the male before her.

"Mr Blandish-Wright has shown me some examples of your work from his portfolio; I am sure I will be very pleased with your work. You won't mind if I come and watch you from time to time, will you?" He would be delighted.

"I really wouldn't mind at all; it would be a pleasure." He said, being sure to pronounce each word as delicately as he could. She gave him an interesting smile and grasped his hand in acknowledgment; he squeezed it gently, and she and his fat master moved on. He inhaled deeply to keep the scent of her with him for as long as possible. She glanced back as he did so, making him feel foolish, though she smiled again reassuringly.

He attended his duties each weekday and commenced his artistic tasks toward the end of the week; carefully hand painting swirls and small motifs at various points. He and a contemporary worked alone in one of the large rooms of the extension; at the appointed time, the other retrieved his hat and bade him farewell till after dinner break. This was fifteen minutes longer than the 30 minutes allowed lesser tradesmen, as 'Finishers' were considered halfway to becoming craftsmen. As his associate left he felt the waft of the door swinging behind him, no sooner had he left than he felt the waft from the door once more; he assumed the tradesman had forgotten something, and then he noticed the sweet scent. He turned on his knees to see Miss Rendlesham stood before him, looking radiant in a purple dress and blouse. She wore a contented smile.

"So, I have you alone at last , I do so like to watch you work and it's so much nicer when no-one else is here to eavesdrop. You can tell me all about you now, without worrying about anything being passed on. Mr Blandish-Wright tells me you like to 'Scribble chalk pictures on footpaths' at weekends; I don't think he fully appreciates or approves of the Passions of a pavement artist the way I would, for instance." She stood with her hands on her hips, her knee visibly to one side beneath her flowing skirts in a way which would have been considered very Avant garde for a Victorian woman in any situation, never mind alone with an unrelated male. He found her very exciting indeed and he sensed she knew this already. He summoned up the courage to respond to this vivacious woman. 

"I've always had an interest in the arts, and find the embankment is a way to experiment at low cost and obtain the opinions of a mixed audience first hand. Though it may be perceived as a form of 'begging' by some, the small amounts of change I receive in appreciation of my work allows me to purchase books by contemporary writers." This made her raise an eyebrow provocatively and she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What sort of contemporary literature do you like to read?" She smirked in a subtle way as he blushed visibly and struggled to think of something recent which would not offend a lady; the little he knew of the lurid book by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch taunted him as he his brain whirred... Dostoyevsky!

"Err... The Brothers Karamazov is one I've finished recently." He stuttered out attempting to appear nonchalant. She smiled knowingly at him.

"I'm sure someone as obviously artistic as you have read many books of a more exciting content. I'm sure you will tell me about those at some other time." The fact that she had said 'some other time' made him tingle, as it seemed she were intent on speaking to him again. This thought kept haunting him through the days.

Saturday came and warm sunshine bathed the artists as they applied their talent to the flagstones above the Thames. He had drawn her in pastels from memory and he had her depicted in a romantic style against a backdrop of fountains. The work received much acclaim from passers-by as they enjoyed their promenade; he had received Nine pence in his cap by 11 o'clock, which was very good going indeed. He heard the heavy chink of another coin and looked to the cap; a silver florin had been cast there; two bob! Two shillings was more than he could earn on some days. He looked to one side to see feminine boots at the base of a black skirt and then he looked up. Miss Rendlesham was smiling down at him. She was very pleased with the work in itself, and even more pleased of the fact that it was obviously her in the picture. She sighed with satisfaction.

"Will that be enough to allow you to call it a day and accompany me? I really should like to take tea somewhere." He was dumbstruck.

"Why of course, if you'll just wait a minute or two, I'll change." She smiled and sat on a bench close by as he hurriedly changed in the nearby public convenience. Discarding his chalky trousers and after a very quick wash which had the attendant using some choice Cockney slang terms as he splashed the floor in his haste. He passed him his bag of chalks and dusty clothes and a three penny bit to keep them for him and launched himself back out into the sunshine. She stood as she saw him approaching. He could still not quite believe it.

She passed her soft gloved hand and took his as though they were a couple and smiled at him. He could not help but look about himself to ensure that no-one he knew had seen them; though he had done nothing wrong, it felt as though he were doing something illegal; to take the hand of a woman in such a fashion was something he was not used to. Once again she had shown him just what a daring woman she was to come all that way on her own without a chaperone or companion. She sensed his discomfort and squeezed his hand.

"Relax you silly man; I have taken charge of you now. I intend to see you have a thoroughly enjoyable day. Let us take one of those open top buses to Piccadilly; I've always wanted to do that." He nearly fell over, but relaxed as he was told. To think of such a lady on a bus with the hop polloi! This was almost unheard of, but he sensed the humour in the situation and warmed to her sense of adventure.

They waited with a motley bunch of Londoners, from the lower-middle class scribes to the downright threadbare working men. The omnibus arrived with a clatter of hooves and she took the lead, ascending the steps past the enamel advertisements to the rear of the vehicle; 'Borax', 'Lipton's Tea' and 'Brasso' etc. She took a seat near the front and pulled him down beside her. The omnibus pulled away and made its way through the noisy streets to Piccadilly.

"This is such a thrill for me" she said as she took his hand and held it with both hers on her lap. This was a thrill for him; he had an involuntary rise in blood pressure and hoped his trousers would conceal it.

They alighted at Piccadilly and went into a Tea House on one of the corners. They drank tea together and talked about art and architecture and he told her all about his general life as a single working man. She carefully avoided talking about literature at this point; she was saving this for him.

"I like your work very much and have been very impressed by the way you work also. I would like to obtain your services on a private basis. I feel the need for some artistic work in my library, and have friends who would also require your services; I'd pay you a little more than I pay Mr Blandish-Wright, and that will be considerably more than he passes on to you. I would rather not involve that awful man who presently employs you." His heart leapt. He was speechless, literally. This was not helped by two dainty booted feet squeezing one of his beneath the cloth covered table. Was there no end to the mischievous streak of this woman? He smiled and found his voice.

"How could I refuse you; I would love to spend more time on my artistic work; how can I ever repay you?" She smiled at him with sweet satisfaction and clasped his hand.

"I intend to make very good use of you; I have lots of female friends with interests similar to mine and can assure you, you will never have to work as you did before." This struck him as a slightly strange statement and made him shiver somewhat, but he was still enthralled with the proposition. Just being close to her regularly was bonus enough.

"When shall I start for you?" She released his hand and pursed her lips in a way which did not help his blood pressure, and opened her clutch-bag. She produced two train tickets.

"If it's ok with you, I'd like you to accompany me home today; you can start tomorrow; I'll pay you double time of course. I would like to show you my library when we get back, and we will toast our little arrangement. I will have my maid prepare one of the spare-rooms for you." She held his hand again, firmly;

"You'll come without making any fuss. I've made up my mind." He just smiled at the control she had over him, she was supremely confident and with the promise of working directly for her, he would do anything she asked of him, anything. She asked for the bill and made sure everyone in the tea-room knew she was paying it.

"Well I never!" said the proprietor, "whatever next?" They left for the station and she kept a tight grip on his hand throughout the journey. He was going to go wherever she wanted him to go.

When they arrived back at Holt House the maid took his coat and smirked at him when Marcia advised he would be staying indefinitely and that she should prepare one of the better and larger rooms.

"The room to the south side would suit him." She said, winking at the maid as she walked on up the stairs to freshen up and change for the evening. This brought about an even bigger smirk from the maid; that room had an internal door which allowed discrete access to Miss Rendlesham's room. She would not tell him that yet though- even though she had been forewarned of this eventuality happening; she allowed her mistress time to disappear into her room before taking him up to freshen up also. She showed him into the room which was three times the size of anything he'd lodged in before and seemed incredibly plush, even with a bare mattress. There was even a sink in the room with running water. As if this were not overwhelming enough, the maid smiled at him and opened a wardrobe. "You'll want to be comfortable for the evening" she produced a pair of silk pyjamas wrapped in brown paper, fresh from a tailor's outlet, and a three quarter length woollen dressing gown.

"Madame has made every preparation to ensure you are comfortable; the wash room is opposite, I'll show you." She took him into the white marble and tile wash room and showed him a strange apparatus which looked like a pipe leading up to an upturned sieve. 

"This is my favourite; it's called a shower." She turned the taps and he was amazed as warm water rained down.

"It's so much quicker than a bath and is so refreshing; you can rub some of this bath oil on as well to make you smell nice!" she giggled. He had not lived in a house with an internal bath before, never mind this. She left him to it and he put it to good use. He dried himself down and donned the pyjamas and gown. He felt very strange about being in the company of a woman dressed this way, but also felt very comfortable and relaxed in the silk. He had not smelt so nice in a long time either.

He ventured back into the room before going downstairs; the bed had now been made and looked incredibly soft and inviting, it was a double so appeared huge to him. He then noticed there was a door handle in what appeared to be the middle of the side wall; closer inspection showed it to be a door which was decorated as per the rest of the wall, though curious about it he did not open it and went downstairs.

The maid met him as he reached the foot of the stairs; her appearance had changed too. Her hair was down and she wore a green gown which left her ankles showing and her feet were adorned with what looked like Roman sandals.

"You may call me Mistress Belinda, I expect we'll be seeing a lot of each-other from now on" she said, as she showed him to the Library. She sat him in a large leather sofa and wheeled a small round table bedecked with various alcoholic drinks in his direction. He felt like a king and was finding it difficult coming to terms with it all. The library was filled with books wall to wall; this in itself was paradise to him.

Belinda giggled as she left. The door opened and Miss Marcia Rendleshaw entered the room. His jaw dropped and he swallowed hard at vision the before him. 




The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 02



As he was led eagerly away by the young maid, he looked back with some disappointment as he was taken from the woman he most desired; she smiled and blew a kiss at him as though he had just attended an appointment about a decorating job with her, he smiled unsurely back – she seemed so nonchalant about what had just occurred -he watched her beautiful bottom wiggle as she bent to open her writing bureau. His cock bulged in its new home.

He realised for the first time that he was now the property of a woman and with his cock confined and he being on a leash to a lowly maid gave him a deep sense of erotic pleasure.

Belinda led him up several flights of stairs to her room in the attic, she had kept a sweet smile of satisfaction all the way up and he had been transfixed by the view of her delectable and youthful thighs and bottom as they ascended; he could still not believe what had happened to him; his life had gone from the odd chance of the quick enjoyment of hand relief over a lurid book or cheap newspaper article to direct contact with the very flower of a magnificent and mature lady. Now he was the slave of her maid.

She took him into a toilet opposing her room and the ones next to it.

"We must make sure you can pee." She said giggling, "I need to clean you as well; you must always be fresh when invited to a lady's bed." She stood and watched as he leaned over the pedestal and leaked his urine from the cage; it dribbled somewhat, but he could manage it. She stroked his bottom as he did so, which hindered him a little as this made his cock want to grow in the confinement. When he'd dripped out the last, she walked him to a conveniently positioned basin over which he could hang his cock and balls. She cupped his balls and the cage in her soft hand and bathed him in warm soapy water.

She giggled as they both looked at the reflection in the ornate looking-glass suspended on the wall; he could now witness his humiliation and he noted how beautiful her erect nipples looked as they poked from her creamy white delicate breasts. She caressed his balls with one hand as she sponged his trapped penis with the warm liquid, making it bulge against the restraining cage.

"You really are a nice obedient male, aren't you? I shall enjoy my part in your training; tonight you will understand denial for the first time. You will do for me what you did for Madame." She smiled sweetly in the reflection 

"I had a very good view through the keyhole; she knows I always watch her with gentleman, she likes me to learn from it." She dried him off and led him out into the corridor.

"Those are Lottie and George's rooms; they'll be very pleased to meet you when they come back from their summer leave – I'm sure you'll like them too. Miss Charlotte Pendleton and Georgina Grantham are both orphanage girls taken in by Miss Rendlesham; Lottie will boss you wonderfully but George is quite timid and you will find her in your bed seeking refuge from the ghosts she imagines!" She led him into her room, which was not as per what you would imagine of a Victorian maid's sleeping quarters; it was very spacious with dormer windows, fancifully decorated in purples, lilacs, and pinks. Soft and luxuriant rugs covered the floor, thick drapes hung from the windows, and her large double bed was bedecked with soft satin and silk pillows; it was more boudoir than berth. She smiled and tugged on the leash urging him to a position central to the foot of the bed, about four feet from it.

"I want you to kneel there and await my command" she said in as authoritative a tone as she could muster. As he knelt she turned and wiggled her bottom in his face, then paced slowly toward the bed, showing him her sex as she climbed slowly onto it on all fours. She turned and sat nestling amongst the mass of soft pillows.

"I want you to tell me how you really feel about women; are you keen to see us take over the roles of men? I think a female Prime Minister is a nice thought." She said laughing, knowing this could never happen; "what sort of women do you like most? Blonde, brunette, auburn?" He thought for a moment as he viewed the sweet young maid naked amongst the silks.

"I like all women; red-heads have always turned my head though, I have to admit." She sat up in the bed.

"Lottie and George will both be pleased then; Lottie is a soft auburn and George is truly ginger. We always tease her about it. Mrs Carmichael, the cook, likes to spank her simply because she is ginger. She says that all ginger girls are spiteful and a spanking helps keep her in check. George isn't so keen on it though." She pulled her legs up at this point and slid her slender fingers up and down her sex.

"Have you ever been spanked or caned by a woman?" She said in a provocative tone.

"No; well, not since school anyway." His cock bulged in the cage at the thought. She smiled knowingly.

"Would you like to be spanked or caned by a woman?" She sighed softly as she stroked at her sex.

"I'm not sure; I like the idea of it-the threat of it thrills me- but I'm not sure about the pain." He said honestly. She giggled and smiled wickedly at him.

"You'll learn to like it; you'll have to! Some of the ladies Miss Rendlesham is busy writing to will cane you for breakfast, dinner and tea! Some have had a bad time of things at the hands of men and will make you pay dearly for it. I've seen men punished by Miss Rendlesham too; she may cane you whilst we girls watch. She likes to humiliate like that, though it's always enjoyable for us as we are allowed to stay and watch the male rewarded afterwards." 

She started to moan softly under her breath;

"I want you up here now. Come and lie face down in front of me." He stood and got onto the soft inviting bed and lay face down; his face was very close to her and he could smell her sweet arousal. His cock pulsed in the captivity of the cage which was not too uncomfortable, though it did squeeze down on his balls in this position. This served to remind him that he was enslaved by the women and he enjoyed the feeling in an erotically perverse way. She stroked his hair and pulled on the leash, lifting his head to look into her mischievous eyes.

"You'll lick me to satisfaction now, but you shall have no reward. I want you to think of that while you service me. You are to learn that your position in life is to serve women and we will choose when you are to be rewarded. I have the key and could easily unlock you, but I shall not. I want you to think of how your cock would rub and slide nicely on my silk sheets if it were free. I want you to think of how nice it would be to give up your cream to the sheets as you pleasure a dominant female with your tongue. When I've had my pleasure you will be allowed to hold my body throughout the night, but your manhood will remain locked and unsatisfied. You will learn to be a better man for it."

She slapped his cheek to assert her dominance over him, slid slightly forward and pushed his face down into her luscious sex. Her scent and taste was delicious on his lips and tongue, his nose sniffed away automatically as his mouth was engulfed in her beautiful warmth and sticky wetness. He lapped and sucked within her sweet folds as he explored her womanly flower with his tongue seeking out her youthful nectar. She pulled her legs back and whimpered in ecstasy. His cock felt like it would be shredded by the constrictions of the cage, which occasionally bit at his scrotum as he writhed on the bed. He truly knew denial, but felt the better for it already; serving a woman submissively and knowing he would not be allowed satisfaction made him tingle with erotic pleasure.

She squealed in ecstasy and thrust her legs skyward as she triumphed in a glorious orgasm, fortified by her dominance over him. He lapped and swallowed her juices as he milked the last elements of orgasm from her. She pulled him up and shuffled down next to him in the bed. Her eyes were watery as she thanked him and kissed his messy lips, giggling girlishly. Her hand went down to his crotch and he felt her little finger rubbing what little part of his restricted glans was available.

"Poor, poor, boy! No milking for you tonight. But you still enjoyed that did you not? I promise you, I will have you again at some point and I will have you spend on my sheets whilst you lick me. I shall have to cane you afterwards for making a mess though!" she sniggered, as she squeezed him tightly.

The promise made his cock all the more painful, though he was consoled by the affection of the soft and warm girl; fresh from her orgasm she now wanted to mother him rather than dominate and he took in the scent of her hair as they dropped off to sleep in the comfort of her bed.



The next morning, Belinda led him down to his first breakfast with his new mistress. She curtsied and gave Miss Rendlesham a broad grin before leaving. Miss Marcia came over to her new acquisition and kissed his forehead before placing a bundle of letters in front of him between toast rack and teapot.

"I would like you to post these into the pillar box down on the corner whilst I prepare for a little trip out today; I know I suggested you'd do some work for me today, but I felt you could do with some rest after last night. I want to take you somewhere which will show you what can be achieved by someone of your talent. We will visit a friend's house on the way back; I know she will be pleased to meet you, and you her. I am anxious that the letters are posted by your own hand; that way there is poetic justice in that you personally will have had control over your destiny in summoning the ladies I have written to." She poured him and herself another cup of breakfast tea and sat next to him; it was as though he'd always been there. As they finished their breakfast she passed him the bundle of letters.

"You take these and post them, I shall be ready when you come back." He left by the front door and skipped down the steps to the street. Though Sunday, there was still a fair amount of people out and about, the good weather having brought them out. He found the red hexagonal pillar box easily enough and looked at the letters before posting them through the mouth of the box. He had thought of what the maid Belinda had told him about some of the women, and had looked at the addressees to try to put characters to the names, then with some trepidation had dispatched them and was now at the mercy of the Royal Mail. Miss Marcia Rendlesham was right in that he had controlled his own destiny; her act of making him post the letters further emphasised her complete control of him.

When he returned, a cab was waiting by the house. She was ready as she had suggested on his return. She looked him in the eye and smiled.

"You posted the letters?"

"Of course, you asked me to; I was pleased to carry out that simple task for you." She smiled all the more and took his hand;

"Come, let us have another nice day in each-other's company."

They got into the cab and as they sat there she squeezed his hand and looked at him with some satisfaction. They went first to a vast museum which was packed with artistic paraphernalia; she mused over some of the artefacts there and commented on how the efforts she had witnessed being completed by him were in essence at least the equivalent of what was displayed there; she knew he was an asset to her for more than the intimate reasons he had displayed the night before. He too was gaining inspiration from the experience, but the assistance he could offer her with his public artistic talent paled into insignificance when he thought of what he would be allowed to offer her on the personal side of things.

He could not help but notice how passers-by deftly eyed her; she was a magnificent woman and he was proud to be hers. She obviously felt the same way about the personal situation as well; when in a secluded gallery where classical nudes were depicted, she stroked his crotch to feel the cage which confined part of the property which was now hers.

"I hope he's not too uncomfortable in there; we shall let him out tonight as promised, but first there is somewhere else I must take you before we visit my friend." She whisked him away and they caught another cab which trotted off to a street which was filled with shops and outfitters. The cab driver looked a little puzzled when they alighted there; as it was Sunday, the street was deserted. Likewise, so was he. She smiled as the cab departed and she walked him down the empty thoroughfare, and then turned into an alley with a side door to an outfitter's.

She rang the bell four times in uniform amounts of time. Shortly after someone knocked on the inside of the door four times; Marcia repeated the task – the door opened and in they went. A prim and attractive looking woman looked furtively out from the door then closed it again.

"Ah, Miss Rendlesham, and a friend! Let's go down to the stock-room." The woman smiled saucily at him as she led them through the outfitters shop with its grey and drab suits, coats and hats on show.

"He'll look good in all sorts of things." She said as she opened a door at the end of the shop and they went down a flight of stairs to the basement. She opened another door and they entered a brightly lit room which was at least twice the size of the shop above them. All manner of costumes, uniforms and accessories were on show. The walls were covered with canes, whips, crops and all manner of chains and manacles. There were sections for Nurses, Headmistress's, governesses and varieties of capes and hoods; it was like some erotic fancy dress outlet.

Marcia and the woman smiled at each other as she picked up a cage identical to the one he was wearing. The woman smiled at him with deep satisfaction, knowing he was wearing the one Marcia had purchased last week. The look made his cock bulge instantly. 

"It's so nice to meet yet another male who knows his true place in life. You must let me borrow him when new lines come in; it's so much more satisfying to see them posed by a genuine submissive – he's cute, I would so love to tease him in various outfits- I'd give you generous discounts of course."

"We'll see." Said Marcia as she looked at some silky oriental costumes "he is going to be very busy with my friends and I over the coming months; we'll need to order lots of outfits for him." The shopkeeper smiled and squeezed his bottom.

"I take it this will involve his feminisation with at least one of the outfits?" she said both teasingly and enthusiastically. 

"Oh yes." Replied Marcia as she looked him in the eye.

"I intend to walk him out in public dressed as a woman; I want to both humiliate him, and have him experience first-hand how men treat us. It will give him a full understanding of why it is necessary for him to be punished by females and he will enjoy that punishment so much more." He swallowed hard and his cock pulsated in its confinement; the idea scared him a little, but he loved the idea of being controlled by women. He knew he would thoroughly enjoy the deep sense of humiliation he would endure.

"Oh, before I forget." Said the shopkeeper "the other accessory you wanted when you purchased his cage has arrived." She strutted off to a counter and returned, passing a smooth ceramic object to Marcia; it was egg shaped at one end, tapering back and flat at the other with a brass ring at the base.

"Wonderful!" Said Marcia she hung it in her finger by the brass ring and waved it in front of him.

"We shall fit it here and have him wear it to my friend's house; he can tell her how it feels." He was bemused by the conversation and had no idea what the two women meant. The shopkeeper looked at him with a deep sense of satisfaction and self-gratification at what she would now tell him.

"What you see before you is an anal plug. It will be greased and you will have it inserted into your bottom by your mistress. It will be a nice tight fit, and will give you the most exquisite reminder that you are owned by the woman who has placed it there. It will constantly stretch your anus at all times fabricating the sensation you experience when in fear of a caning etc. It is the perfect companion to your cage, and I will present madam with a little link chain which will run from the ring on the plug to your cage; this will tickle your scrotum adding that final pleasure and will symbolise the unity of ownership by Madame of all that was once yours."

He was not sure at all that he would like this, but knew he had no choice in the matter; the woman's speech made him all the more aware of his position and he went meekly to an available changing room as his dominant mistress took his arm and led him in.  

"Strip!" Said Marcia, as the woman gathered some outfits that she had previously ordered for him; now she had seen his dimensions she expertly found the appropriate sizes for him. She dropped them into the large changing room and then sat on the seat by the mirror and smiled at Marcia as she produced a small pot of lubricating grease from her pocket and passed this to Marcia.

"Lay over the lady's legs; I'm going to plug your bottom." He could see she was in one of her wicked moods at the moment. He lay naked over the woman's legs and she gave his cheeks a rudimentary spanking, laughing as she did so.

"Oh, if only all men were submissive like you! Life would be heaven!" He saw Marcia approach; the woman held his legs down with one of her legs and spread his cheeks with her hands.

"You must relax and not tense and we'll have you nicely plugged before you know it." She said giggling.

"There's nothing quite as rewarding as plugging a male who's already been caged and is about to be feminised." His cock was fit to burst in its mean confinement as he felt Marcia's soft hands on his rear; he whimpered a little as he felt the cool enamel plug being pressed home-it hurt like hell at first as his anus was stretched by the alien object; the shopkeeper tickled his ball making him jut his arse backwards, and Marcia pressed the plug firmly home.

The shopkeeper passed the silver chain to Marcia who linked it from the brass ring to his cage as promised. The shopkeeper smiled with wicked satisfaction; she was the most ardent of dominant women and loved to see her products put to good use. She suddenly remembered an upcoming event with which she could tease this submissive male.

"He'll need a shorter chain if he's to be 'modified' of course; I take it you will attend Lady Barbara Hapsley's event in the week-there's nothing more satisfying than witnessing a modification?" Miss Marcia smiled back at her.

"Oh, I'm well aware and we shall attend. I want him to witness first hand just how devoted to a superior woman a lowly male can be; it will be a lovely surprise for him." She touched her nose to emphasise that she did want him to know, anticipating that the shopkeeper was feeling at her most wicked and would have delighted in telling him what 'modification' entailed. The two women looked down at the newly plugged male and smiled in anticipation of witnessing his face at Lady Barbara Hapsley's event. Miss Marcia gently pressed on the plug once more to ensure he was retaining it properly. He squirmed, half in discomfort, half in pleasure and wondered what a modification was.

"There! Now will know your place every minute of the day. You will truly know the meaning of humiliation and submissiveness to womenfolk by the time we get you home this evening; let's dress him now." He stood for the first time and felt his sphincter clench against the smooth and now warm porcelain plug which served to stimulate his attempted erection within the cage. The shopkeeper smiled contentedly as she knew he would now respect every woman, every moment of the day. She cupped his balls, making him clench all the more.




The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 02



"Oh I'd love to give you a good caning right now, to ensure you remember this moment." He looked at her and Marcia and hung his head; a caning would not be necessary, and he was beginning to enjoy the feeling the combination of cage and plug. He would almost be reluctant to have the cage removed tonight, though the humiliation he was about to endure would ensure his balls would spend like never before when Marcia allowed this later.

First he was corseted; the two women tugged the stays home with such vigour he nearly defecated his new friend. They then made him wear loose silk bloomers; this would allow free movement of the chain against his scrotum as he walked. He was fitted with a padded bra; this was the point at which he almost panicked as it dawned on him just what the women were doing. The shopkeeper taunted him mercilessly when she saw the concern on his face.

"There's no going back now; you look sweeter with each item. You are leaving this shop as a girl and I will thoroughly enjoy your humiliation! You will know your place as a submissive male and should be proud to be allowed to wear the clothing of your superiors." Marcia smiled warmly at him.

"I'll be so happy if you do this; you know what pleasure it will give me. Remember your promise of a reward tonight; I should hate to have to cane you instead and make you wear the cage for another week. You would not want to displease me. Tell me you want to walk the streets dressed as a woman." Though a grown man, the stress and wickedness of his tormentors had him close to tears. The shopkeeper wished to herself that this would happen; she loved to see men broken, whatever the method. He suddenly found the resolve.

"Yes Mistress Marcia, I will do anything for you." She smiled and squeezed his arms. He was fitted with ankle boots which were specially and cleverly designed to hide the size of his masculine feet. Extremely tight black gloves helped give the illusion that his hands were feminine. A long flowing dress was fitted tightly at the waist, and a silk blouse and tiny pink jacket were put on him. After donning a deep auburn wig, a hat with several full lace veils was fitted, hiding his face almost completely; the bright red lipstick they had applied shone vaguely from behind the lace. The two women smiled with triumph and the shopkeeper crossed her arms and nodded her head. Marcia pulled a curtain back to reveal a mirror. He was every inch the perfect Victorian woman.

He was made to carry a very feminine bag in which other items had been packed. Marcia carried another with some of the outfits for him. He trembled as Marcia signed her account ledger in readiness to leave. The shopkeeper could not contain herself.

"You make such an adorable sissy! I bet you'll come in your cage before you get home!" She fondled his bottom as he carefully ascended the stairs in the ankle boots. Marcia held his hand firmly. There before them was the door; the shopkeeper went round them and opened it with a broad smile. The corset made it even harder for him to breathe as he panted with anxiety. Marcia pulled him through the door; he stood there outside for the first time, frozen and staring at himself in the reflection of a shop opposite. He could only see a woman.Marcia adjusted his veil and hugged him.

"You will draw less attention to yourself if you casually walk with me. I am so wet between my legs at seeing you like this; I shall ensure you know pleasure when I get you home, but first we must go to my friend's; she lives no more than a mile from here – we shall walk there through the park." With this she took his hand and walked, he had no choice. Her pleasure encouraged him and he suddenly felt his cock bulging once more. He looked at the dominant woman who had led him to this position and marvelled at her , as he got used to walking the plug excited him no end; he did not know why but would learn that it was massaging his prostate as he walked. The humiliation of being dressed as a woman, whilst being led by the woman that owned him as he clenched on the plug and the chain tickled his scrotum, was becoming enjoyable. His cock pulsed with pleasure in the cage; he hoped that what the shopkeeper had said would not come true – he wanted to save every drop for his mistress.

As they walked through the park, women smiled and men doffed their hats; he was so scared that someone would ask him something. After leaving the park, they walked for another 15 minutes or so through a residential area, stopping eventually at a large Georgian terrace. He was sweating with a mixture of fear, humiliation and pleasure. She hugged him again.

"We're here now. I'm so pleased with you." She smiled at him in her most wicked way.

"But you were reluctant; I shall spank you in your girly outfit when we get back. Then we'll take your cage off." They went up the steps and were invited in by a maid, who was curious about Marcia's companion, when she did not speak at all.

"She has a bad cold." Said Marcia, and the maid did not show any further interest. The two 'women' giggled. Then they went into a very comfortable parlour and were called over to a table by a woman with jet black hair in a bun. She took Miss Rendlesham's hand and eyed her partner.

"Marcia! You are unbelievable. You've had control of your latest male for no longer than a few days and already you have him fully feminised. If he's to work for you and the other girls during the day with the art work you told me of, you must not rush him sexually; you may break him more than you intend." She took his hand.

"You come and sit by me; if Marcia is too nasty to you, you just come and see me. I shall keep you locked up somewhere here and you'll be dominated in the most sensual ways." She pulled him close.

"You do look sweet though! I have lots of work for you, both here and at my country house. You'll be pleased to know I won't expect you to attend as a woman. You will enjoy being entertained in my tropical hot-house conservatory; my colonial girls will so enjoy being pleased by you- after you've done some art work for me of course."

She showed him some plans and asked for his opinion about what sort of styles would fit in with her themes; she was suitably impressed with his input, and he felt at ease with this woman. She lifted the veils and looked him in the eye.

"It's so pleasing to have a male at your beck and call; I'm glad you are submissive- I shall tease you in some very exquisite ways when you are in my charge. You know your place and that is good enough for my girls and I; you'll wear no nasty cage when with me, you'll have nothing left for Marcia after a day in my house."

She lifted a leg and pulled her skirts back as she said this, showing him a gloriously mature but supple pair of silky clad thighs and suspenders

"I'll have you down there within 15 minutes of your arrival." She laughed. She turned to Marcia.

"I take it we'll see you on Monday night at Lady Barbara's? As beautiful and gratifying as those occasions always are, I trust you don't have those plans for him in the foreseeable future – it could affect his artistic drive you know." Marcia smiled and squeezed up against him before answering her friend.

"Yes, we'll be there; I'm sure he'll find it just as gratifying as we do, but to answer your question, I intend to enjoy him for a long, long time. But if his artwork slacks; who knows!" the two laughed at their private joke as he puzzled over what Monday night may reveal. They took a cab back to Holt House. Marcia could not keep her eyes of him throughout the journey and fondled his crotch endlessly through the skirts.

"We'll soon be there; Belinda will be so pleased to see you like this- she can watch while you're spanked, and I'll allow her to unlock you; this will give her control over you. You will both enjoy that." The cab arrived and the cab driver, a regular there, was puzzled at the new girl

"Mind your step darlin'." Marcia laughed and paid him; they went in. Belinda was there and was beside herself at the sight.

"I'm going to take you shopping at least once a week like that; we'll buy you some nice scent to put behind your ears." She laughed. The shame and humiliation he felt from the younger woman was even more intense and yet enjoyable somehow and there was worse to come. Belinda said she had a surprise, and opened the study door; out walked two primly dressed even younger ladies; Charlotte and Georgina had returned. They kissed Marcia and turned their attention to him. They were aware of the attitude of males who were their Mistresses guests, but this was a real treat. He was utterly humiliated. Marcia beamed with satisfaction.

"You've arrived just in time to see his first punishment young ladies." She looked at him with a mixed expression of grin and stern menace.

"Into the parlour now; I'll show you what happens when you show reluctance!" He was led to a large leather chair and made to stand. Marcia pulled the hat and wig from him; he was now a man in women's clothing; a man with red lipstick. Belinda was asked to retrieve his key; she did so eagerly.

"Lift your skirts!" He did so and a wet patch at the front of his silk bloomers was apparent. The girls giggled at his abject humiliation. Marcia pulled down his bloomers to reveal a pathetic little protrusion in its metallic confinement. She unhitched the chain and her finger went smartly into the brass ring. She gave it a quick twist and smiled as she pulled it from his rectum. He gave a moan as anus retreated back slowly to its normal circumference; the girls laughed at his pain. Marcia showed the once white and now streaked object to the girls, and then she showed it to him.

"Lick it clean now!" He closed his eyes and duly sucked the plug clean of his own mess. Belinda appeared with the key. He was to be spanked before release. He was mad to lie over the arm of the big leather chair; skirts up, bloomers around his ankle boots.

"Watch girls; this is how a male should be treated." She slapped his arse till it glowed red. The girls grinned and laughed as he yelped with the pain; his cock bulged in the cage yearning for release, her hand came down smartly again and again and he watched the girls enjoying the show; he too began to get a deep sense of eroticism from the punishment. As the tears began to streak down his cheeks the girls clapped in approval; this was something they had been taught to do as they had witnessed this before. Marcia pulled him from the chair and undid his skirt.

Belinda was summoned to unlock him; she turned the small key in the tiny lock and pulled the cage from him. His cock began to expand immediately, looking tortured with the red lines the cage had impressed upon it, even as it reached its maximum. Marcia made him kneel before the girls and placed the plug back in his mouth and stroked his erect and eager cock. She then smiled at Belinda who eagerly stroked him for a while.

The two younger girls, who were only 18 and 19 licked their lips in anticipation. Marcia nodded her head and Charlotte, the older of the two commenced her turn. His cock pulsed with pleasure as the teenager smiled spitefully at him and rubbed up and down the full length of his yearning cock. Marcia stood closer then nodded to Georgina. The beautiful red-head clasped her sweet hand on his willing cock and commenced her part in the ritual. Marcia smiled.

"Dressed like a woman and being milked by a teenage girl; you look so sweet. Don't keep her waiting; she wants your cream and I want you in my bed. When I've had my fill you'll please my maids. I'm sure they'll wait up for you." She smiled and the girls came closer, grinning as he began to spasm.

"Oh yes!" Said Georgina. "I shall have him now." He thought of the events of the day and looked at the women about him. From down on his knees he looked into Georgina's eyes and jerked back and forth releasing his seed plentifully as the pleasure warped his body.

"He's mine!" Shouted the excited girl as he left his mark on the parlour floor; he put his head in her arms as she relaxed from his limp cock. She kissed his head.

"I shall see you later." She giggled. Marcia smiled and pulled him to his feet; she was now in need of some urgent attention. He was to return the favour before being allowed any rest.

To Be continued



The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 03



The next day he found himself returned to his rational life, he was honestly grateful of the break, and finished his work for Blandish-Wright for the last time. He took a long hard look at the new extension at Holt House and peered through the window as he had done on that day when he first met his Mistress and had fantasised about living there. A dream had come true for him, but not in a way he could ever imagine; his loins tingled as he pondered his new life. He then returned to the library to mark out the designs he had agreed with his new employer.

As he concentrated on an area below one of the vast bookcases he heard footsteps behind him, and a sweet scent announced the arrival of Miss Marcia Rendlesham. He turned on his knees as he had before and bade her 'good morning'. She simply smiled knowingly; she held a paper knife in hand and a bundle of newly delivered correspondence.

"It looks like being a very good morning; it would appear that you are going to be very popular!" she sliced away at the tops of the various envelopes; there were even a couple of small parcels, Marcia laughed aloud when she opened one of these;

"Theresa Prendergast-Hume is such a forward and progressive woman, so daring! She has sent a photographic print of herself, just for you. She's added a little message, has sent me a five pound note in order to book your services over the next six months and has sent you another memento too! Come and sit with me, and you shall see what she has for you, and we'll see who else has required your services." She chuckled as she handed him the picture; his cock rose immediately as he viewed the tin-type photograph.

It was a full bodied woman with a black corset and short black silk knickerbockers of the recent 'French' type. She stood looking very stern with whip in hand, one leg raised with her foot pressed down on a naked male laying prostrate at her feet in submission. Marcia handed him the package that came with it; it was the black silk underwear in the picture. He read the message on the reverse:

'I shall introduce myself as Mrs Theresa Prendergast-Hume; you will address me as 'Madame Tara'. You will report to my house one day next week-the date will be confirmed with your Mistress. You will take in the scent of my underwear every night until we meet; as you will determine from the photograph, they will have a very sweet aroma as they were worn as I whipped a male into complete submission, and became very excited whilst doing so. On the night before we meet, you will abuse yourself and leave your mark on them. You will present them to me when we meet and confess your weakness; I will decide then how you shall be punished. Madam Tara X.'

Marcia smiled at him and stroked his crotch.

"You enjoy that erection while you can. In a few hours I shall summon you upstairs where you will be prepared for tonight's event. I shall want you to be feeling at your most submissive, so you will enjoy your new friends, front and back. I shall then decide what new outfit you shall wear." His cock throbbed as he listened to her commanding tone. His sphincter tingled at the thought of what tonight might bring and in anticipation of being fitted with the plug and cage by his Mistress.

Marcia continued to open the post in a 'just-so' manner; she showed him the names of various elegant and wealthy sounding women, and read out some of their wishes for him on meeting, as per 'Madame Tara'. Marcia squeezed him as he listened, goggle eyed and with an erection like a broom-handle.

"What you must understand is that some of these ladies have had a very torrid time with Husbands, some of whom still reside in the same household- from time to time. They have Mistresses and show the women no interest whatsoever, but expect them to be there at functions as the loving and obedient wife. Those that have managed to rid themselves of their husbands would never consider taking another. Mrs Theresa Prendergast-Hume is just such a case; her husband met with a very unfortunate boating accident. She was devastated- for at least ten minutes.

She will be at the event tonight and you can confirm receipt of her orders. I want you to remember this when you witness the scenes tonight, it will help you to understand the women's attitudes." He was really beginning to look forward to tonight.

The time passed quickly as he worked on the library articles. He washed and tidied up to make himself presentable. Marcia appeared at the door, naked.

"Upstairs now!" He followed humbly and watched her glorious bottom once again as they ascended the stairs. She had him strip and made him dangle his cock and balls in a basin of icy water to allow the fitting of his cage; he was a little over excited. She gently fitted the cage, snapped the retaining ring shut about his scrotum, he was hers once more. His glans bulged tightly against the cage in a futile attempt to erect; he was beginning to really enjoy this feeling, which was magnified by her contended smile at his being caged. She made him watch whilst she greased the plug and then had him lay astride her silky thighs. She took great delight in easing it home as he did his best not to squirm and tense. She tapped the ring at the base when she was satisfied it was tightly in and squeezed the cage to ensure it was on correctly. She stroked his balls as she showed him the chain which went between the two. As she connected the two symbols of his submission to her she whispered to him.

"Remember what the shopkeeper said about the length of the chain." She said teasingly. He was puzzled at the time, and it was still so with him. He would know what was meant by this soon enough. She had him kneel naked and viewed his submissive form in the cage as she stood dominantly before him. She laughed at him and bent over, her arse in his face.

"There, you have a good long sniff to get you in the mood." He did so willingly and his cock strained in the cage as he sampled her womanly aromas. He had been in the cage not five minutes and already he yearned to be allowed to come. He was put to work in fetching the clothes she pointed out and dressing her with them. She wore a black outfit much as per Madame Tara in the picture. His cock was dribbling by the time she was done, and he had the added thought of those knickerbockers which would require sniffing when he returned.

She dressed him in silk stockings which came up to his thighs, and white slippers. His arse and crotch were left exposed so that all could see his cage. His top was covered with a white silk shirt with a frill around the waist and baggy sleeves. The frill accentuated his nakedness below and was designed to make him seem virginal and vulnerable. He was collared and leashed to emphasise that he was owned; his hands were tied behind his back to complete his submission.

Belinda appeared at the door with riding gear on and horse whip in hand. She was to take them to the venue in the carriage kept behind the house which they used for special occasions. She could not help but tease him and threaten him with the whip.

"Oh! You shall enjoy what you see tonight; I can't wait till I can get you in my bed again to hear you describe it!" They left for Lady Barbara Hapsley's residence.

Hapsley Hall was a large country residence just a couple of miles outside town. When they arrived there were many cabs and carriages coming and going. Both he and Marcia had loose fitting capes which were passed to the cloakroom assistant at the door. The young woman in attendance looked him in the eye and smiled knowingly but did not give his mode of dress a second glance; this was the norm for her. Marcia introduced him to all sorts of gorgeous looking stern and wicked females. Many of them had enslaved males with them; they were all dressed similarly to him, some had cages which were encrusted with precious stones and glinted, drawing all the more attention.

The women fussed for seating at the front of a huge auditorium which faced a raised stage on which was a strange looking padded seat and bench affair with stirrup like objects to the sides. The women sat whilst their male property knelt before them facing the stage. The shopkeeper and the glorious Madame Tara beckoned to them at one corner.

"Here, we've ensured you will see all from this position." Marcia thanked them. Madame Tara smiled warmly at him and Marcia had him kiss her feet. As he began to rise she pulled his head into her crutch and sniggered.

"You'll smell that again later my boy and I shall confirm a date tonight for when you may disgrace yourself on my silk." She pulled him up by his leash and eyed him with contempt and impatience, licking her lips. He could see and sense that she was a superbly dominant woman and he yearned to face her having soiled her underwear as she had commanded. The shopkeeper fondled his balls and played with the connecting chain which ran along the seam of his scrotum. She had another chain in the other hand which was about half the length of his. The women laughed as she displayed it to him.

He was made to kneel and face the stage. A woman appeared on the stage, naked except for red corset, and leading a man on a leash who was made to kneel and face the audience. He was also naked except for a white silk shirt much the same as all the males in attendance had been made to wear. They were followed in by two other women dressed in tight white uniforms with white gloves. One carried a case; they looked sneeringly down at the male. The women clapped and cheered as the male bowed his head. His face had a look of utter defeat.

Marcia leaned forward and whispered to her property.

"That is James Fortescue; he was once a very proud, arrogant and chauvinistic male, who had a reputation for abusing women; several of whom are here tonight. He was coaxed into meeting the lady in the red corset for a bet; her name is Ruth Chesterfield. You can see that she is around twenty years his senior, though I think you'll agree she is stunning for her age." He could not disagree; though the woman must have been close to sixty, she was beautiful in every respect-absolutely radiant in her maturity. 

"Once the trap was set, he was soon made to see that all men are inferior to women, and soon recognised his submissive side when faced by Ruth's utter dominance. He has been trussed, whipped, caned and humiliated in ways that you have yet to experience, not just by Ruth and her immediate associates, but also by the women he formerly abused. The lady in white on the left with the red hair and glasses is Miss Sonia Peterson; she was virtually raped by Fortescue and will play a special part in tonight's proceedings.I must impress on you that He is here by his own request and she has been invited here by him. Though the idea will have been put into his head by Ruth, who has seen many males attend this venue."

Ruth pulled on his leash and he stood trembling; she curtly slapped his face. The women clapped and cheered this. Ruth smiled and took a key from a pocket in the corset and undid his cage. His cock unfurled and the blood pressure soon had him erect. Ruth placed her palm under it and a woman passed her a riding crop; she brought the flat end down sharply with a crack on the end of his cock. He winced in agony and she smiled with satisfaction as the women applauded.

He was made to lie on the padded bench and a block was placed under his chin forcing him to look forward. A queue of the women he had met initially under entirely different circumstances formed before his eyes. Some winked and smiled to say hello, some just grimaced as they toyed with the rattan canes they had been presented with. Ruth moved into his field of vision.

"James Fortescue, you have come here of your own accord to face permanent modification before your superiors. Once the caning begins there will be no stopping the process. Do you wish to continue?" there was stony silence in the room for the one time only.

"Yes Mistress" he snivelled in the broken voice of a broken man "I want to give my all to you and be free of my own enslavement to my urges." The women cheered and applauded louder than ever. This truly was sublime humiliation. Ruth took her rattan cane and wiped the end in her moist pussy, then placed it under his nose. He sniffed hard at the bouquet, which must have seemed like a vintage wine. She talk two steps back and the women clapped in time. Watching from the side-lines as Marcia toyed with his hair, he envied Fortescue's position; such exquisite humiliation.

The cane came down again and again; each woman was to have seven strokes each; he bucked in agony and cried like a baby as the fierce rattans cut his backside and legs, leaving bloody red lines. Each woman made sure he knew who they were and not one showed an ounce of mercy; each woman made each of their seven strokes tell and the watching women revelled in a deep sense of satisfaction. They ensured their slaves watched avidly, as their Mistresses appetite's for punishment later would be honed sharply.

Fortescue sobbed and dripped tears as the last of the women delivered her punishment with absolute relish. His cock slid to one side from the rounded bench and this was dripping visibly too. Marcia purred into his ear as his cock bulged and pulsed in the cage.

"The best is yet to come; I think you'll enjoy a caning later too, when we have your cage off again." He turned to smile at her; she acknowledged and then forced his head back to watch.

The two women in white coats came over and help Ruth adjust the snivelling Fortescue. They placed his knees on the flat stirrups which raised his bottom, leaving his cock and balls hanging and accessible. One of the women in white placed a pair of black silk knickerbockers under him between his belly and genitals. Marcia turned her slaves head momentarily toward Madame Tara, who stared back at him and licked her lips.

Mirrors were wheeled into position by some of the women to ensure that he might see what was to happen, even though he was to face his mistress and pleasure her. A mirror was held on Ruth's belly by an eager smiling woman. Fortescue was not to miss his own divine gift to the women.

The woman in white with the case stepped forward; she opened it and passed a huge syringe with a menacing needle to Sonia Peterson. Fortescue wept as he lapped at his mistress's bottom- she was to deny him and please herself- and eyed the various mirrors. The women clapped as she deftly held his proud balls.

She moved to one side to ensure he could see, and then smiling, she injected him in six different areas about the top of his scrotum. He jumped at the first, but did not feel the rest. Sonia then placed the needle down and grabbed his willing penis. She knew she had to work fast.

"Now you will come for me under my terms. It will be your last. I want you to remember the first time you came in my presence and of the occasions involving the women that have caned you. Now I shall have my pleasure of you and you will pay the penultimate price in deference to the superiority of womanhood." She stroked him back and forth as once again the women started a sow handclap.

He felt his balls numbing as he moaned in ecstasy and knew he would never experience this beautiful feeling again as he generously spattered the black silk with his cream. The other woman in a white coat, who worked in an asylum and routinely castrated unruly males, deftly took his balls and smiled sweetly at Fortescue's on looking reflection to ensure he had a good view of what was happening.

Her delicate hands displayed a sharp scalpel to him and the audience. She sliced expertly through the sack, eased out each ball and cut the tubes near to his body before tying them. She cut the scrotum to ensure not too much was left flapping and sutured the wound. His balls were handed to Sonia who then showed them to Fortescue. Ruth then pulled his head down to her sex and enjoyed a well-timed orgasm as Sonia displayed the trophy to the applauding women.

There had been little blood and the wound was simple and would heal very quickly; Fortescue had wanted this. He had been a slave to his balls all his life, and Ruth's dominance over him had crushed his egotistical will and he had learned that pleasuring his mistress was the ultimate in life.

Sonia held his balls triumphantly and then presented them to Ruth who put them in a jar which had been made ready. The women clapped and cheered. Another male had been emasculated; this was absolute heaven for them.

Fortescue was allowed down from the bench and knelt before his Mistress and the women who had taken great pleasure in removing his masculinity forever. He was made to thank them in turn and kiss their feet; they smiled contentedly as he did so. Ruth towered dominantly above him, the jar which contained his balls in hand. She stepped to the black silk on the bench and took a large drop of his cream on her finger. She made him lick it off.

"There, that's the last time you shall taste your own cream, but not the last time you'll taste others." The woman laughed and applauded. Ruth would ensure he would now endure continual humiliation. He would be made to watch other males service his mistress and she would delight in having him lick her clean afterwards.

His mind went back to the first time he had performed with Ruth, before he had been tricked into the recognition of his submissiveness. He had serviced her cockily and witnessed another male willingly clean her after; now he was to become that male, and no doubt he would taste the semen of males who would succumb to Ruth and find that the bench and scalpel were to become their ultimate mistresses. Ruth had used Lady Barbara's facilities on many occasions and her enjoyment of 'modifications' increased each time.

Now the shopkeeper would add to his humiliation and the delight of the women. She strode eagerly across to Fortescue on the stage, picking up his discarded cage from near the bench. He was made to watch and face the audience as she let it hang by the chain, then she hung another next to it with a ring upon it with internal spikes; the women clapped and cheered in recognition of it being a good three inches shorter.

"Stand before me" she commanded "No need for a cage anymore, you'll not mess your mistress's sheets again." the women laughed cruelly at him. She attached the short chain to the ring on his plug, which Fortescue was only allowed to remove once a day- every morning, and she clamped shut the hinged ring; the teeth of which bit teasingly into the base of his now limp and useless cock, making him wince a little.

"The pain of those teeth will make up for your lack of anxiety from the balls which you once proudly owned and serve to remind you that you have paid the penultimate price in honour of womanhood."

Though the ultimate may have been seen as the male giving up his life; and this event had been witnessed by the shopkeeper and many of the women in attendance, what Fortescue had suffered was arguably the ultimate. Though some of the more wicked women there had indulged in the deeply gratifying and satisfying pleasure of seeing a male dispatched, the dead do not suffer; emasculation allowed continual spite and humiliation and the owner of the male could witness the general deterioration of the once masculine subject as the removal of testosterone played its sweet tricks.

The shopkeeper laughed in his face as she teasingly played with his limp cock; half an hour before, Fortescue would have had a bone hard erection at this point. He automatically tried to urge the muscles that assisted this process, but nothing happened. He was impotent now and she had wickedly made sure he fully understood his predicament. Ruth smiled softly at him in a way he had not witnessed since they had first met, on that fateful occasion when it had been arranged that he would 'bed the older woman' and had arrived arrogantly at his destiny. Now he had given his manhood to her. He went down on his knees and kissed her feet.




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"Thank you Mistress Ruth, thank you for releasing me from my torture." Ruth held him close as he knelt and wept. Over time, Oestrogen would take command and increase his femininity; he would get increasing pleasure from being loaned out as a maid to dominant women who would take great pleasure in humiliating his emasculated body. His plug would be removed more than once a day now, as he would be serviced with many a strap-on and enjoy having his prostate stretched and massaged as he bowed to his submissiveness. He would be used the way he once used women.

His tiny dick would be left to add to the humiliation, and he would soon yearn to be a woman. As promised he would soon witness the thrill of seeing his mistress serviced by males, taste their semen, and know they would inevitably follow him to that complete and utter ownership by superior and glorious womanhood.

Ruth triumphantly led him away by his leash; his shiny new ring dominating his limp cock, to thank Lady Barbara.

Another woman had pushed her way forward to arrive at the same time, to ensure that she now received maximum attention. She spoke with Lady Barbara and pointed to her slave who knelt and kissed her feet, displaying a handsome pair of balls. Lady Barbara smiled and nodded. He would not be keeping his balls for much longer. The women would soon receive another invitation to the venue.

Marcia allowed him to stand once more and looked him in the eye, kissed him and fondled his cage which was dripping.

"Would you like that to happen to you?" she said not smiling at this point. He was unsure and though he had got a strange sense of enjoyment at witnessing another male give up his balls to the women, the idea scared him. Without him answering she kissed and squeezed him again.

"Good! You must understand that what you have witnessed is never forced upon the male; Lady Barbara will only allow this to happen if she is happy that the male has requested that this should happen. A time may come when you feel as Fortescue did, though his masculine traits made him a little dangerous to women and I know you are not the same. You have always been gentle and I shall thoroughly enjoy your being a slave to your balls for as long as possible; I will allow you temporary release from that slavery as soon as we return to my bedroom, whilst the show we've just witnessed is fresh in our minds."

She fondled him lovingly, then re-asserted her dominant persona as she addressed her friends; she was anxious to get him back and have her pleasure of him. Madame Tara stroked his bottom with one of the rattans that had been used on Fortescue.

"Remember those knickerbockers won't you? I will expect to see a display worthy of Fortescue's efforts tonight when you present them to me, or I may have to cane your balls for you!" He looked at the formidable women and was sure he would not let her down. The thought of being engulfed by those huge thighs made his cock want to burst from the cage. Marcia laughed.

"My maids and I will watch him to ensure he does his duty properly before he attends" promised Marcia.

As they went the shopkeeper could not resist dangling a short chain in front of him.

To be continued



The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 04



The next day he was dressed in white as though ready for the 'tropics' and was taken by cab to the house he had visited before when dressed as a woman. The stern looking yet kindly woman with the jet black hair greeted him at the door and waved at Marcia who remained in the cab. Marcia leant from the cab window.

"Don't you spoil him Jenny; you make sure he remembers his place amongst women!" Miss Jennifer Ledbetter-Jones gripped his hand as he ascended the steps and looked at him warmly.

"Oh, I intend that you shall spoil me, though I'm sure you'll enjoy doing so." She bustled through the hallway, tightly and primly dressed in white also, her pert breasts jutting forward from her bodice. She smelled wonderful too. There seemed no menace to this women, yet he was sure she was just as dominant as the others. She walked him through the house to a side door which was open. A closed cab carriage with two horses waited outside on the cobbled street. Several bags waited by the door and she held her head, then turned spontaneously to him and squeezed him close; looking at him with a wicked smile, exciting him down below; he had no cage or plug for this client.

"I can't wait to get there and remove these clothes; I shall have you entertain me the moment we arrive." He was dumbstruck; she put her hand between his legs and caressed his cock and balls through the soft white flannel trousers.

"My girls will so enjoy you too; help me with these things and we'll be on our way – I'll just get Charity; she's upstairs, and Felicity our driver." He loaded the bags into the compartment under the rear seats of the carriage and Jenny and Chastity climbed in. A delightful looking woman in white jodhpurs and tight velvet jacket and riding helmet smiled sweetly at him before climbing up to the driving seat, making sure to display her sumptuous and rounded bottom as she did so. He put his foot up to the step and got into the carriage. Jenny introduced him.

"This is Chastity; she has been in my household for the past seven years; she came originally from Nyasaland in Africa." He was stunned by the beauty of this woman; her face had a gracefully sculpted look and her complexion was a deep velvety brown, though fully clothed he could see that she had a natural athleticism about her.

She also had a very proud and haughty presence. She looked at him with utter contempt at first, and then managed a rudimentary smile as she knew the sort of man he would be, having arrived with Marcia Rendlesham.

As a woman she had endured prejudices at the hands of men as had all Victorian women; as a black woman she had also endured racial prejudices at the hands of white men. She too could not wait to get her clothes off; she would take great pleasure from this white male. She knew they would both enjoy some of the role plays that Jenny liked them to indulge in; Jenny Ledbetter-Jones wrote romantic novels for a living, but also compiled risqué tales of erotica under the pen-name of 'Madame Noir' which were distributed by more covert means. They exchanged a few polite words and both wished they were at their destination.

Chastity stared blankly at him through dark brown eyes, occasionally drawing her tongue across her ample and very sexy lips. She wondered how obedient he would be, and how long his tongue was. He tried to picture her naked and wondered how she would taste; he looked away from her and out of the window to try to relieve his aching erection.

The streets rattled by and the population went about their business; street vendors selling newspapers, hats, chestnuts. Others offered services such as knife sharpening, boot repairs and polishing, and glazing repairs. He eyed the well-dressed women walking by with a completely different attitude now; he wondered how many of them were returning home to an eager male kneeling submissively by a bed, awaiting the whim of a Mistress. His world had been turned on its head. Though he had lost his independence he was more secure than he'd ever been and was thoroughly content with being owned. The carriage made its way through wooded country lanes now. He felt a hand glide between his legs; Jenny rubbed what was to be hers till tomorrow.

"Nearly there now; just the other side of this hill." The carriage traversed the gentle slope as it passed the crest of the hill; there in the near distance was a large and charming house which looked to have very large greenhouses to the rear of it. They drew around to the side of the house and the carriage pulled into a covered area. He got out and helped the women from the carriage. Chastity suddenly gripped his hand tightly and smiled.

"You're to come and help me undress; I'll introduce you to Celia and we will prepare you for Mistress." Jenny laughed.

"You are just going to love your time here, and it's going to start as soon as I see you in about ten minute's time." She started to unbutton herself there and then as she walked off, and he was taken into a terra cotta coloured room with huge fans in the ceiling and crisp white bedding. Chastity looked haughtily at him.

"Take your clothes off; I want to see your little white excuse for manhood bob around whilst you undress your black mistress." He did so and she sat on the bed in front of him, carefully folding his discarded apparel into a pile as he removed each item. She bore a vague but contemptuous smile as he removed his underwear, and beckoned him forward to begin the task of undressing her. He stepped eagerly forward and she hooked her little finger under the end of his semi-erect member.

"What a dear little man. Celia and I will have such fun with you." She said in a humiliating tone. He was beginning to enjoy her company. He carefully unbuttoned her blouse and found that she wore no bra; he had expected to find a rigid support as her breasts jutted forward when buttoned into her top, but found that they projected firmly forward of their own accord. He marvelled at the soft silky warmth of her brown skin, which shimmered in the sunlight through the windows as she moved on the bed to accommodate his attention. She eyed him with some satisfaction as she noted he was captivated by her beauty.

"Kneel down now and remove my boots." Having a white male kneeling naked before her, in the act of tending to her basic needs, gave her even more satisfaction. She tingled with pleasure as he gently handled her feet in unlacing her boots. She was so glad she had found Jenny; a like-minded women who encouraged her to indulge her fantasies, especially those where control of males was concerned. She had this one just where she wanted him, and intended to indulge all she could. Her boots now removed, she stood up. She commanded him to remove her skirts, whilst he remained kneeling. This provided as great a thrill for him; he fumbled with the broad buttons that retained her lower garment and she took this opportunity to chastise him.

"Don't make me undo them myself, or I shall have to show you the flat side of my hairbrush!" The thought made him all the more excited and he was tempted to fail, but the buttons relinquished their abnormal complexity and the skirts fell to the floor. He knelt there, spellbound by the grace of the woman before him. If ever any human being was designed to go as nature intended; it was she. The body before him was the epitome of femininity in shape. Her sweet face and graceful head was supported by a slender neck, which joined shoulders and a chest from which those pert breasts, which looked as though they'd been sculpted, projected so sweetly. Her torso swept in at the middle to a waist which needed no corset, and curved out again exemplifying her most feminine trait; a beautifully rounded bottom and hips which blended into her luscious thighs.

He knelt transfixed, staring at the heart shape of her lower body, and wondered when he would be allowed to explore what lay at its central point.

As she stood there, bathing in his obvious admiration, someone came through a door behind him. Chastity smiled and closed her eyes as if to say 'look what I have here'. He turned his head to see what could have been Chastity's twin. His erection bobbed at the thought of what was to come. The woman was wearing a toga-like garment, resplendent in bright colours. She smiled at him and pulled the bow which supported it at the shoulder; the colourful dress dropped to the floor and she stepped from it, naked and every bit as shapely as Chastity. 

"Hello Celia. You took your time! I was about to take him along to Mistress Jenny on my own." Celia smiled back and picked a black leather bag from the table, in readiness to take along with her.

"I hope it wasn't you who striped his bottom like that! I'd have hated to have missed him receiving those!" She knelt behind him for a moment, pressed her excited nipples into his back, and stroked his bottom as she put her chin over his shoulder and sniffed. 

"Oh he smells so nice already! I can't wait until we are all hot and sticky!" She opened the bag and took from it a studded collar which she gently and sensuously buckled around his neck. She then attached two leashes to it. She stood and passed one leash to Chastity, and they tugged together to let him know it was time to go to his Mistress for the evening, who had already shown her impatience.

They led him through several rooms and passages to the rear of the house. He could see greenery through tightly sealed French windows in the rear wall of the house. The windows were not too clear as condensation misted and ran in droplets down many of the panes. Chastity grinned and used a great deal of her strength in pulling one of the doors open; it was as though a vacuum kept it shut. He was immediately hit by a blast of hot and very humid air; the two girls seemed to revel in it. The door closed behind them somewhat easier than it had opened, and he found himself in a huge hothouse. Tiled pathways and steps curved between large beds of mature tropical plants, some fifteen or twenty feet tall. Colourful parakeets chattered and swooped through the foliage, oblivious to the fact that they were in Northern Europe.

Though the two beauties walked him very slowly, to allow him to take in the atmosphere and to indulge their own enjoyment of having a white male as a slave, the sweat began to drip down his brow and back. He noted that the two African women were beginning to glisten and glow nicely too; he watched excitedly as a bead of perspiration broke loose and ran down Celia's exquisite brown back, to disappear between the cheeks of her shiny buttocks which wobbled delectably before him.

The temperature seemed to increase the further they went into the hothouse, and it seemed to go on forever. He could hear the sound of running water as they dropped down an ornate flight of steps and turned a corner. There lying naked on a wicker sofa bedecked with leather cushions was Jenny. The area around her was softly padded with mats and large cushions. Behind her was an artificial waterfall flowing into a large bathing pool; bright exotic flowers drooped down from the flower-beds which surrounded it. A small table was within her reach and on it stood a pitcher full of fruit juice, and a large glass object. This had pipes and nozzles protruding from midway up, and a ceramic bowl at the top in which something was gently smoking. Though he did not smoke, he recognised the smell of tobacco, though this had another strange aroma to it. She beamed with pleasure at seeing him.

"Bring him over and make yourselves comfortable. I shall want him to indulge me as soon as he's prepared and taken in the mood of his surroundings, then I shall watch you girls play with him. I know you'll inspire my imagination!" They led him over and he knelt close to her; the sweat dripping down his belly and around his balls. The two African beauties squatted close to him, each ensuring to retain a tight grip on his leash for the moment; they wanted him to know he was owned by them. Jenny took one of the pipes from the object and inserted the nozzle between her lips which were ruby red. She smiled wickedly at him through eyes which seemed huge for some strange reason, and she inhaled, making liquid in the glass object bubble. She then blew the smoke at him, smiling as she did so. Its scent was strange but was not a bad aroma. She passed one of the flexible pipes to him.

"This is called a 'hookah'; I was introduced to it when in was in India. I used to be so innocent then; after a few puffs, I soon found myself at the mercy of my darkest urges – it helped allow me to be pleasured and violated in the most satisfying ways- I've never looked back. I demand that you try some." He took the nozzle and inflated his lungs; the taste was a lot hotter and harsher than he had expected. He coughed and spluttered with first inhalation; the black girls giggled and stroked him as he recovered. Their touch seemed suddenly intense, and his desire for them and the shapely middle-aged siren increased dramatically. The girls took a pipe each and inhaled too; they had no problem in dealing with the substance gracefully. He and Jenny took another sample each, and his head swam a little. He felt warm inside as well as out and admired the surroundings momentarily before giving the women his full attention once more.

His cock pulsed at the thought of pleasuring Jenny now. She noted his stare and was satisfied that he was ready. Chastity giggled again and delicately fingered his erect and willing cock as Jenny pulled her thighs up to her belly. She allowed him a full view of her shaven sex which bulged beautifully, in need of his attention. Her whole body glistened invitingly. The mature woman was in need of his services and was not to be denied. She nodded at the girls and they pulled his leashes toward her.

"You'll not need physical punishment tonight, but you shall be dominated just the same. You will give yourself up to womanhood in the most exquisite ways. I shall have you first and then you will taste mother Africa for the first time; these ladies will not be satisfied until they've made sure you given your all. You will know the most divine domination. I'll have your tongue now!" He slid onto the couch as she spread her legs; the heat coming from her sex radiated up as he gratefully buried his face into the slippery wetness. His tongue seemed to vibrate as he teased and rubbed her clitoris; he had never tasted such sweetness and he found he had to concentrate hard on the task in hand.

His mind seemed to wander as he thought of fruit and came close to biting her. He had to ensure he kept his eyes wide open so as not to drift elsewhere. Jenny was oblivious to his thoughts but evidently enjoying his attention; as she started to moan, his cock sprang to life from its own partial slumber. As he writhed on the leather cushions he felt a hand squeeze under him and encapsulate his glans; Chastity was not going to let him waste himself on the couch. This action brought back the sweet erotic sense of being owned; he was brought back to the realisation that he was there primarily to please the women. His cock bulged in her hand and she squeezed it teasingly.

Jenny's moans seemed to last an eternity, and then suddenly she grabbed his head and pressed her heels into the back of his shoulders; shuddering as she wailed with delight. His face was bathed in her slippery yet heavenly taste and scent as she attained the apex of satisfaction. She flopped back and laughed softly. Then she took another puff as she awaited the entertainment the girls would provide. Before he could rest he found himself being reeled in by the eager girls. Pulled onto the floor cushions, Chastity sat behind him and wrapped her arms athletically about him.

She squeezed her moist breasts into his back and licked his ears. Celia made sure she was comfortable in front of him, and put the nozzle to his lips once more. He willingly took several puffs, making his head spin. Celia bent down and put her gorgeous full lips about his member, making him buck in Chastity's arms. Having taken his entire length into the warmth of her mouth and throat, she then drew teasingly back, squeezing her lips as tightly as she could around his aching cock. She slowed as her lips rode sweetly over the contours of his glans making him writhe with pleasure. She licked her lips.

"You'll come many a time for us tonight, but not yet!" She took a leash and pulled it taut as she turned and bent before him, her glorious brown arse in his face. The beads of sweat glistened on her beautiful curves and dribbled down her thighs.

"Your first act of worship to black women will be to lick my arse; you shall know your place immediately." He needed no further prompting. The scent of this ebony goddess was heavenly as he nuzzled between her soft moist cheeks, his tongue seeking the reward of her puckered brown anus. He eyed her sweet sex below, the brown lips swollen and ready for satisfaction. He relished being allowed to lick her there too, but would wait the command of the dominant African. The effect of whatever it was he had been smoking accentuated the delectably pungent taste and smell of her bottom. His tongue probed deep into her willing rectal passage which she relaxed superbly for him.

"Good boy! You know this is what you were made for don't you? Chastity and Jenny are enjoying this as much as you and I. They'll want their arses licking too!" Chastity watched impatiently as she held him there, her pussy tingling expectantly. Jenny was arranging an erotic novel in her head as she enjoyed watching his obedience to the two black girls. She toyed with her pussy in readiness for her second orgasm of the evening, and yes, she would let the girls watch him lick their Mistress's arse later. She puffed again on the pipe as the remnants of the substance burned away.

When Celia was sure he had performed his duty to the full, and her pussy could not wait any longer given the stimulation of having her arse serviced, she made him flush his mouth with the fruit juice and pulled him down on the cushions. She looked dominantly down on him.

"Now you shall pleasure me, whilst Chastity milks you for the first time." She seemed to take extra pleasure in telling him what was to happen. His cock throbbed as Chastity's sleek hand wrapped itself about him. As he lay back, Celia smiled down and straddled him. She slowly squatted, showing him her athletic thighs and buttocks as she engulfed his face within her sweaty warmth. She sat astride his face and worked her pussy vigorously. He sucked and lapped at her sweet juices as brown slit slid back and forth, exposing the pink interior which contrasted with her almost jet black lips. Chastity pinned his legs down, and worked his eager cock. She stopped wickedly as Celia moaned in ecstasy and rocked back and forth in urgency. She screamed with delight and acute pleasure, splaying her legs and almost suffocating him under the soft folds of her arse. She giggled and lay to one side as Chastity flicked the end of his cock before turning and straddling his face herself.

"You're going to come whilst licking my arse, and then I'll allow you to show your appreciation by licking my pussy." Though the girls were not sticking to the script he did not care in the slightest. Jenny watched with anticipation. She would require his services again when Chastity was fulfilled. Her eyes were like saucers now, and she was thoroughly enjoying her use of Marcia's new slave.

Chastity arranged her sweet smelling bottom before him and he slipped his tongue into the deliciously tangy hole. She worked his cock once more. He was rigid and marvelled at the glorious sight of her rounded brown curves, as the sweat rolled down her crevice, adding a salty tang to his submissive pleasure.




The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 04



"You'll show me your cream now. I want lots of it, or I shall cane you." The thought of being caned by this brown goddess was more than he could bear; he erupted into an orgasm the like of which he had not experienced before. His tongue probed deep into her arse, in a gratifying act of submission to all women, but especially to black women. Celia came into sight and stood looking dominantly down as he spurted and spent, and gave himself up to his betters.

There was no chance he would receive the threatened caning; Chastity giggled as she tormented his glans with her sharp thumb nail, ensuring his balls were milked to the maximum. His white cream dribbled down her thighs where he had shot it. The creamy whiteness contrasting against her silky dark brown skin, as it mingled with her sweat and slid away down the inside of her leg. The top of her brown hand was also covered as it hung on her knuckles; she giggled as she released his cock and licked the salty nectar from her hand.

"Pussy now!" She commanded impatiently and eased back. He did not hesitate in accommodating the bulbous hot sticky folds with his tongue; she tasted and smelled divine. Her juices dribbled as he worked his tongue up and down the length of her sex, she sat back impatiently as he nursed he clitoris, and arched her back as the welcoming sensations of a luscious orgasm tingled through her. She squatted with amazing strength and agility, grabbing his head with both hands and pulling him into her sex as she wailed on reaching that delectable zenith. His cock was now raising itself once more; the smell, taste and actions of this woman were unbelievably erotic. Jenny was close to another orgasm and could bear it no longer.

"My turn; you'll lick my arse now, and we'll see some more of your cream whilst you do it." She knelt in the couch, poking her beautifully mature arse out, and up. The sweat dripped down her arse and thighs and around her juicy sex, which her fingers rubbed. The two black girls took the leashes and pulled him, staggering over the cushions on his knees, to that heavenly bottom.

"It should smell nice and sweet; you have a nice sniff, and then get your tongue in there. I'm going to have an orgasm whilst you lick my arse and so will you; the girls will enjoy watching you masturbate. I will not allow you to stop licking my arse till you've come. I want you to lick your mess up when you've come." He willingly sniffed at the puckered dimple which presented itself so invitingly. The girls giggled with enjoyment as they witnessed his open submissiveness. She did indeed smell sweet, and tasted even better. His tongue glided around the dimple, taking in the sweaty tangy taste of the mature woman. It then slipped in to the warm and inviting channel of her anus, his nose enjoying her feminine fragrance. She moaned softly as he felt her rubbing away at her moist folds, occasionally touching his chin with her eager fingers.

He worked his now fully erect cock; Chastity cupped and fondled his balls. Celia stroked the cheeks of his arse. They both wanted to keep him reminded that they were watching his act of worship to women.

He was in absolute heaven as his tongue probed Jenny's lovely arse, he indulged his cock, and the two black girls who had him leashed, fondled him. Jenny's anus tensed delightfully around his tongue as she whimpered and moaned on reaching her second orgasm of the evening. He probed back and forth in her warmth as he stroked, and Chastity gently squeezed his balls as she felt him begin to spasm with pleasure. He looked at the glorious globes before him and sputtered into her anus, as he convulsed with pleasure, making the girls laugh at him. Jenny looked back over her shoulder and smiled with satisfaction, as she felt the warmth of his seed on the back of her leg. The girls pulled tightly on the leashes as he came, to let him know he was theirs. They pulled him down to lick up his mess as promised. Jenny shivered a little as his tongue eagerly set about its work on the back of her legs. They made him lick the drops from the leather cushions also.

As the evening wore on, they had several more samples of the hookah between sessions. The stars appeared above them through the glass roof, and all were pleasured many more times in the light of the many oil lamps. They bathed in the warm pool and then snuggled down together under blankets on the cushioning. Though the hookah had them all dreaming wildly about anything and everything, Jenny suddenly remembered something about an article Marcia had given her. She pulled something from a bag by the couch. 

"Here, your mistress said I should show you these before you slept." She smiled and placed a pair of black silk knickerbockers under his nose. He duly sniffed them; he was not to be allowed to forget his promise to any member of the circle of women. He thought of the corseted virago and his cock pulsed. He would not be treated to the softness he had received tonight when he met with her. As he closed his eyes beautiful visions of black pussies, white arses, and black knickerbockers swirled about his mind.

The next day, Jenny showed him her ideas for some work she'd like him to carry out over the coming weeks, when he had time between other appointments. She also showed him an idea for a novel by 'Madam Noir'; this was about a white male enslaved by Africans. He nodded his approval. Chastity and Celia both gave him long kisses before he left, and promised they would have him again very shortly. He made it plain he would be very pleased to see them again.

He set off back to Holt House in a cab.

Marcia was in the library when he arrived. She kissed him warmly and sat him down. George appeared, looking very angelic as she delivered a pot of tea. He could not help but eye the prim and pretty red-head. When he looked her in the eye and smiled, she almost dropped the tray, and blushed pink with the realisation that he had actually noticed her. Marcia coughed to gain her attention.

"Thank you Georgina, that will be all for now. Our man will need some peace and quiet before his appointment tomorrow. I may send him to your room later, to view how it needs decorating. I trust you'll keep him company and advise how you'd like it?"

The ginger girl beamed, showing her sweet freckles. She had no need to answer, and nearly fell over herself.

"Yes Madam... I will" She looked him in the eye again.

"I'll see you later then, Georgina." He said as she backed away, her mouth agape. Marcia laughed as the girl disappeared through the door.

"God knows what tricks she will try in order to seduce you! Remember, you must have rest after you have completed your promise for Madame Tara. That's why I thought an evening and then a night with Georgina would be best; she'll do as she's told and will not mention anything to the other girls till after the event. There'll be no stopping her then. The others will think you are out; I will get a decent night's sleep. I know how you like red-heads; I'm sure she'll oblige in assisting you with your task for tomorrow." She smiled at him wickedly.

"I'd have loved to have overseen you doing that, before being packed away to a very dominant woman, but feel I cannot trust myself. We'll both be good for nothing in the morning if I spend the night with you, Tara has paid good money and we must be professional about our business. I'll have you on your knees in confession the moment you get back from her; if you've not been hospitalised!"

He spent the day committed to his various tasks; finishing the work he'd started in the library, which Marcia was very pleased with. She had shown this work to various female visitors, and introduced him to them. They were all eager to have him come and assess their situations, and have tea of course. Some of them were very attractive women indeed, and his view on life improved daily.

He was outside viewing the gables of the house which were in need of a little paintwork, when a small arm and hand beckoned to him through the railings at the front of the house. A tiny and scruffy waif who looked about fifteen looked at him with sorry and bewildered eyes. She had a pretty, if grubby face. The pompous women in their huge bustle dresses, who walked by with their escorts, gave her a wide berth.

"Please mister, spare us a copper, I aint got nuffink to eat." He thought back to the winters he had spent in shabby bedsits, freezing cold and hungry, between jobs. Even though he had a roof over his head this had been hard enough. He dug into his pockets and found a shilling which he handed the child. She clutched at it and nearly cried.

"Fank you! Fanks so much mister, I won't forget this!" He looked pitifully at the girl.

"You mind you buy food with it, not gin!" She smiled at him and he watched her walk off and canter across the street between carriages, careful to avoid the piles of excreta left by the horses. He was about to turn away when he noticed a burly and shabby looking man grab her, and half drag her away. She looked back in the direction of the house and him, as if to ask that he did not give her away. He gripped the railings and thought about giving chase. What could he do? He could only hope that the shilling benefitted her and no-one else. He went back into the house and forgot about it.

As the evening arrived he slipped quietly upstairs, careful to avoid Belinda, Lottie, and the formidable and attractive Amanda. He readied his bag with the outfit which had been pre-selected for him by Marcia, at the behest of the woman who would soundly dominate him on the morrow. He then quietly ascended the stairs to George's room. He tapped quietly on the door; it swung open almost before he had time to remove his knuckles from the woodwork.

He was hit by a wall of sweet fragrance, as the pretty ginger girl grabbed his hand and pulled him in, shutting and bolting the door behind them. She sat him on the bed next to her and asked him if he wanted to share her lemonade with her. He thanked her and said he'd love some. She was wearing a one-piece white nightshirt, tied in the middle. The buttons down the front were undone to a level which would have been considered very daring for a Victorian woman; as she nervously poured him a glass he could see the cleavage between her delicate little round breasts. She knew he would notice, and her nipples suddenly protruded through the fabric of her gown as she enjoyed the excitement of his attention.

She looked very virginal, sat there in white, her red hair untied and flowing down her back. She was looking at the ceiling and walls and expressing how she'd like it transformed. He was not taking a blind bit of notice. He was looking at her, and he sniffed her radiant hair, brushed it to one side and kissed her pure white but freckly neck. She hastily dumped her glass on the bed-side table and put both arms round his neck and pressed her sweet little pink lips against his. He obliged by indulging her in a long and tender kiss.

He put his hands on her warm little bottom, which she lifted obligingly to allow him to spread his hands over its entirety. His cock swelled immediately. He realised that this was going to be a little tortuous to say the least. Though he would be able to have her make him come on the knickerbockers, he was overcome by this sweet ginger maiden. God how he wanted to tie her up, spank her, and fuck her senseless. Though he was a slave to all women, this one was designed to bring out the dominant streak in anyone. No wonder she was teased incessantly by the others and spanked routinely by Amanda. When they broke from the kiss, she looked at him with puppy-dog eyes and asked a question of him with all sincerity.

"You do like me don't you? You're not just here because you've been told to, as some sort of punishment?" He looked deep into her eyes and squeezed her tight. He kissed her again and again, unbuttoned her shirt allowing a full view of her breasts and kissed those too.

"George, I could eat you. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than with you at the moment. You mean as much to me as anyone else in this house, in fact you are very, very special." He was not telling her any lies; he promised himself at that moment that he would have her face down and arse in the air at the earliest opportunity. He could sense that this flowering young female was in urgent need of the carnal physical attention of a male, and he intended to make sure that male was he. Her vivid green eyes welled up as he spoke.

He told her exactly why he was there that evening, and of the sordid details about the knickerbockers. She smiled now and started to undress him, as far as she was concerned, she had suddenly become import and truly wanted for the first time. Her mind flirted with the idea of being dominant; she smiled as his trousers dropped to the floor, exposing the manhood she would tease to orgasm over the black silk later.

"You shall have to do just as I tell you, or I may not allow you to go tomorrow. I shall want you to please me at least five times to earn your reward." She said, as though mimicking Marcia or Amanda.

He grabbed her and pushed her flat on her back on the bed; she giggled uncontrollably. He pulled her nightdress from under her, and viewed her gorgeous young body with wonderment. Her silky white flesh with its sweet freckles, and her red hair and green eyes screamed out to be ravished. He was going to find tonight very difficult in the most exquisite way. He licked the underside of her chin as he held her down, and worked his way down around her soft little breasts. He relinquished his grip on her arms as he licked her white belly, and went down to her cute little red tuft above her eager womanhood. He sniffed and licked at the tops of her thighs and her sex. The scent and taste truly was good enough to warrant him eating her. He lifted her legs and she sighed with contentment as he lapped at her darling little pussy. She put her hands behind her knees and moaned in earnest as he sucked and nibbled her clitoris; she wailed with relief as he brought her off for the first time.

They both knew they were destined to revisit this situation on many occasions.

Throughout the evening, he cuddled and manipulated the attractive ginger female, without indulging his own desire, and took great satisfaction in seeing her reach contentment.

What Georgina Grantham really yearned for, was to feel the caress and loving touch of a male who cared for her, holding her close as she drifted off to sleep. Though the evening had been beyond her wildest dreams so far, she was anxious to relieve him of his burden and claim the warmth of his tenderness toward her. She took the initiative and pulled the silk from his bag. He smiled warmly at her and she snuggled against him, taking his manhood in her delicate hand. She worked him rhythmically over the silk and he squeezed her tightly and moaned in her ear as he delivered his seed almost reluctantly, as was requested.

He discarded the garment and thanked her, squeezing her close and engaging her in a loving kiss. He then wrapped his arms about her soft body and nibbled the back of her neck through her soft hair as they lay together in the warmth and security of her bed. This was the ultimate prize for her, and he willingly ensured she realised her dream as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, his breath softly blowing on her cheek and shoulder as he held her close.

When she woke in the morning, she found he had already left her bed and had prepared for his visit to Madame Tara. She lay in the bed as if paralysed. He kissed her and promised he would spend the night with her again as soon as he could arrange to. She cuddled up to the pillows and imagined he was still with her and drifted off to sleep again.

As he left Holt House to take the awaiting cab to Madame Tara's residence, he saw the young waif again. One of her eyes was a mass of purple and blue; her lower lip was visibly distorted. She must have meant him to see her, yet she rushed away and mingled with the urban throng as soon as she had gained his attention. The thought of her remained with him till he reached his destination.

To Be Continued.



The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 05



The cab arrived at a large detached three story Georgian property surrounded by a high wall. The house was set back about 25 yards from the street and the garden was laid to lawn and neatly cut, though no flower beds; just a few box hedges symmetrically placed and trimmed square. The path cut straight to the huge black front door.

As he closed the gate behind him, several black crows lifted off from the roof of the house, cawing noisily with displeasure at their being disturbed. The whole situation was one of austere foreboding somehow; the perfect residence for a wickedly dominant woman. Though he got a great deal of pleasure from his submissiveness, he was wary of this adventure. He had an idea that Madame Tara was a man-eater; he remembered how she had reacted when Fortescue had made his sacrifice, her absolute joy at seeing a man emasculated stuck vividly in his mind.

As he walked toward the house he noticed a figure at the window. His cock bulged as he realised it was Madame Tara; she stood motionless, all in black as ever, and looked down on his arrival without smiling. He swallowed hard at the thought of her being in a dark mood. He stepped up to the imposing door and rang the bell. He was on the point of ringing again, when the door was pulled open.

"Come!" A deep and feminine voice ordered him in. Before him stood a masked woman in a one piece tight leather cat-suit, a small white apron tied about her waist was the only clue to her being a servant. The large hallway was decorated in purple; it had the feel of a boudoir.

"In here and clothes off." She said sharply as she waved a wicked looking cane with her gloved hand at a door to the side. She followed him into the room which was pink all over, ceiling and all. It was furnished with items, ranging from red to cerise. She smiled at him with bright red lips as he hurriedly stripped before her. He was made to wear a short white silk shirt, as per the modification night, and the maid fitted him with a collar.

"I trust you've been a good boy with Madame's silk? She will know if you've messed more than once- I hope you've been honest and made a good show for her." She ushered him out into the hall with the knickerbockers in hand.

"Kneel! You may kiss my feet now." He did as he were told and kissed the toes of the tightly buttoned boots of the dominant servant; He would willingly have served her in any way she chose. She left him, naked but for the shirt and collar, kneeling in the middle of the hall. He watched her pert bottom move sweetly in the tight black leather as she strode away, through a door under the stairway, closing it behind her.

He was made to kneel there for a good ten minutes to allow him to contemplate what may be in store for him. Then a door opened and the magnificently dominant Madame Tara walked slowly out onto the landing. She stood at the top of the stairs, riding crop in hand, the curves of her mature body emphasised to full erotic impact by her tight black corset. Her full breasts were wrapped in a black satin blouse, and a full length black velvet skirt hid the thighs he would no doubt be made to worship.

She descended the stairs slowly, allowing him to contemplate the sheer dominance in her presence. His arse tingled with a mixture of fear and pleasure, and his cock bobbed fully erect in a salute to the magnificent woman's approach. He looked up at her as she toyed with the crop; she surprised him with a sneer which was almost a smile.

"I've been waiting all week for your visit. I've not indulged with any slaves for several days, and have been very impatient and spiteful with my servants because of this. I know you are here as per your Mistress's appointment, but I shall consider that you have kept me waiting just the same. You shall enjoy extra punishment for making me impatient. Kiss my feet!" He went down immediately and kissed the toes of the black shoes she wore. She pressed the end of the crop into the back of his neck to ensure he knew to continue his submissive act of worship until she was fully satisfied. The crop was lifted from his neck after several visits to each shoe, and was brought smartly across the cheeks of his raised arse to signify she was satisfied. He jumped at the sudden sting.

"Oh, I am so going to enjoy your complete and utter submission to me. You shall truly recognise your place at the feet of all women when you leave this house, and I would like you to remember when you are receiving the utmost pain and humiliation, that I shall have you back at least once every month. I shall also have you begging to leave, and begging to come back again. My girls and I will break you again and again; I will have you worshipping the plain femininity of my scullery maid." He was already willing to worship any female at that point.

He stared longingly at the folds of that black velvet skirt and longed to be allowed to pay homage to the symbol of her womanhood which lay behind it. His cock pulsed and bobbed. He was already dribbling pre-cum. She put her finger through his collar and extended her arm, making him lean back; his cock and balls jutting forward. She sniggered and slapped his balls softly with the leather tongue of her crop, the pain making his stomach turn. She then wiped the end of his cock with the tongue, making the slit ooze lubricant and making the leather glisten. She smiled wickedly at him as she offered it up to his mouth.

"Lick it clean. One of your main purposes in life from now on will be to use that tongue as a cleaning tool; I'll have lots of things that will require the services of your tongue. You'll have used it to chastise women at some point in your life, and now you'll pay for it." Though he could not recall having had cross words with a woman since adulthood, he was willing to suffer just the same.

She pulled a leash from under her corset and linked it to the mechanism on the collar; it had a choke action which she delighted in demonstrating to him. She sneered as she put one hand by the collar and pulled back with the other; as he quickly fought to catch his breath she did not relent and watched with calm satisfaction as he reddened, then went white and began to go blue. He looked up for some sign of pity, but saw nothing but sheer enjoyment in her eyes. Though genuinely in fear of his life at that point, his cock was rigid in recognition of the utter dominance and control of this woman. She gave him no quarter till he had virtually blacked out. He sucked the air in and panted wildly; his heart pounding. She slapped his face.

"Now you'll know what will happen if you misbehave; even the youngest girl here will have you a death's door in a trice. I'll have you upstairs now; I want to see if you've satisfied my knickerbockers." He picked up the black silk and started to stand as she pulled on his leash. The crop came down hard across his back, stinging him viciously.

"Remain on your knees!" He did so and she turned and smiled curtly at her prize as he laboriously negotiated each step on his knees and shins. When he faltered occasionally, she gave him a teasing choke to ensure he did not keep her waiting. Though progress was painful, her lovely round velvet clad bottom wavering teasingly above him, ensured his cock remained erect with anticipation. On reaching the landing she led him to the room from whence she had emerged. This was much easier on his knees as the floor was covered with Persian rugs. The décor was as outrageous as the rest of the house. Pink and violet walls were set off by red leather furnishings. Though undoubtedly, not to the taste of all women; this was definitely the domain of a female. Free from any masculine constraint.

The walls were adorned with classical depictions of women, whom he surmised were Boadicea, Cleopatra, and Joan of Arc etc. In a central position facing the window she had viewed his arrival from, was a huge four poster bed, bedecked with black silk sheets and black silk canopy. In a prominent position between bed and leather couch was a large ceramic umbrella stand, filled with various wicked looking canes.

She made him kneel next to the bed and walked slowly over to the selection of canes. He could not take his eyes from the curve of her hips and the black velvet, but she soon drew his full attention as she whisked a cane from the stand and cut the air with it. His cock pulsed at the sound. She walked slowly over to the head of her bed and rang a service bell.

"I'll have my girls come and witness the inspection of my silks; they will enjoy seeing you punished. I take it you obeyed me and indulged in your reminder of me each night?" He was strangely impressed at her complete sense of indifference to the situation as she strutted primly before him with the promised cane in her hands.

"Yes Madame Tara, I did as you instructed me." He was interrupted by the entrance of five more females, led by the cat-suited girl who had invited him into this womanly lair. All the girls were dressed as provocatively as the first; they all wore small black masks over their eyes. One other was cat-suited identically to the first, a blonde pony-tail betraying her different identity. The other three looked like bizarre ballerinas to him; their bare legs were on show and they perched on small ankle boots which pronounced their legs and buttocks beautifully. They wore tight satin bodices through which their excited feminine parts bulged through.

The youngest was a delightfully plump girl with red hair. She smiled in obvious anticipation of seeing his pending humiliation. The girls seemed to know exactly where to stand. Hey had obviously become accustomed to witnessing punishments. Madame Tara welcomed them, and then turned to him, as he knelt with fully erect penis displayed to the ogling girls.

"We were saying; you sniffed my knickerbockers -- did you enjoy smelling where I'd soiled them? I know how filthy you males are." The girls all laughed at this and eagerly awaited his response as she whipped the cane through the air menacingly.

"Yes Madame Tara I did enjoy smelling where you'd soiled them." He could not lie, and the girls gasped and tutted theatrically.

"And that's not ALL you did, is it? Open them up before the girls. You know what to expect if they are dirtier than when I sent them to you!" The girls giggled and sneered as he began to unfold the knickerbockers. At the last fold the silk was stuck together; he peeled them apart. Spattered white streaks spoiled the black underwear. She poked them with the cane.

"Tell the girls how this happened. They look filthy!" He looked up at the dominant woman and her smiling charges.

"I masturbated on them Mistress Tara." The girls looked at him with studied disgust. Mistress Tara was very pleased with the way the show was going. She loved to humiliate as much as she loved punishing.

"Well girls, once again we learn of how filthy men are. Wasting himself on a pair of knickerbockers he has admitted sniffing. I think he has earned a caning; do you agree?" The girls all chanted in unison.

"Yes Mistress. Cane him!" She sat on the edge of the bed. The air in the room was perfumed with the subtle scent of female arousal. She unbelted the velvet skirt he had admired since arriving; she wore nothing underneath. She spread the velvet over the bed and stood before him. She pulled on the leash so that his nose was close to her sex.

"There, a nice fresh smell for you! Now I want you to beg to be caned in front of the girls. The sooner you do it, the sooner we'll have the caning over with. I intend to give you a caning to remember!" He looked at the glorious woman and her grinning girls. Though this would be humiliating, it was also deeply erotic. His sphincter clenched and tingled in anticipation of sampling the cane being applied by this formidable and dominant woman.

"Please Mistress Tara, I beg you; please cane me in front of your girls." The plump red-head was already rubbing herself; her satin showing a distinct wet patch.

"Good boy! You know you have deserved it. As you have soiled my knickerbockers, you cannot be trusted to not do the same to my sheets, so you shall have the velvet. Girls, you have witnessed what he did to my underwear, now you will witness him disgrace himself before your eyes. I shall cane him until he repeats the actions that spoiled my silk!" She yanked his collar and had him lay down on the velvet facing the girls; his feet toward the head of the bed. The girls and Madame arranged full length mirrors from either side of the bed, so that he may witness his own punishment to the full. His cock buzzed on the smooth and comfortable service as he awaited the pain of the strokes. Tara took the soiled underwear and arranged the crotch so it would go under his nose; she lifted his head and placed them in front of his face, pushing him down into them. The soft feminine scent of her sex made his manhood rigid. She laughed at him.

"There, you'll know just who's making you weep, and weep you shall."

She then took a cushioned tubular bolster made from leather and slipped this under the velvet and his groin. His cock slipped nicely on the velvet and leather, and his arse was now elevated invitingly. He was now ready for the caning.

Madame Tara stood back and flexed the cane looking supremely dominant. She made sure he was able to view some of the girls and see her wielding the vicious cane in a mirror, whatever way he turned his head. She whipped the cane through the air several times, testing its flexibility and to get accustomed to its weight. She wore tight leather gloves to ensure it did not blister her hands; she intended to use it extensively.

"You will now receive a severe caning for soiling my silks and keeping me waiting. You will enjoy my scent and the pain I will inflict on you on behalf of all women. You will cry in front of my girls in proof of your weakness as a male, and in recognition of female supremacy. They will enjoy watching you suffer and will rejoice when you give you give yourself up to the velvet in total submission to womanhood." He watched in the mirror as she smiled wickedly and lifted the cane for the first time. His cock pulsed and squirmed in its already ample lubrication as the girls looked on with spiteful faces, awaiting his suffering. Down came the cane.

He gasped and cried out with the unbelievable pain of the stroke, which seemed to sink deep into his buttocks. He buried his head in the silk and inhaled the heavenly scent as the second stroke creased his arse making him cry out. The searing pain had his eyes watering immediately. He could see the delight in her face in the mirror as the dominatrix relentlessly whipped the cane down, stroke after stroke, making him squirm on the bolster. The agony of the cane had him crying like a baby after seven or eight strokes; the girls watched his pain with glee, and revelled in the spectacle of him convulsing with the pain. They were enjoying watching him being broken and Madame Tara would ensure they were not disappointed.

After eighteen or twenty strokes he was writhing rhythmically on the bolster, his tears had soaked the silk bringing new life to the feminine juices which he sniffed with each stroke. The pain had reached a zenith now and the pleasure in his cock took command; the next stroke seemed to excite rather than pain him. He looked at the magnificent woman who would deliver him, and the eager young ladies smiling at his submission. His cock slipped back and forth on the bolster as the cane whipped down. His torso tensed as that beautiful realisation tingled through his balls and up through his whole body. The full and thrilling erotic moment now overtook everything as he began his complete submission to womanhood.

His arse almost reached up to meet each stroke now; he did not want the superb female to ever stop caning him, as he looked deep into the eyes of the smiling young women through his tears- he was now thoroughly enjoying his humiliation in front of them. The velvet and the bolster would wait no longer; he grunted and moaned in uncontrollable ecstasy as he pumped and spurted deliriously. The girls applauded as he gave himself up; their actions and the vision of their absolute joy fuelling his orgasm, as he spurted endlessly under the wicked cane.

The tears continued to roll down his cheeks after the orgasm subsided, as much with acute pleasure as with the pain which now returned. Madame Tara stood by, panting with her exertions and smiling with deep satisfaction. She loved to cane males to orgasm. One of the girls lifted his head and wiped his tears with the knickerbockers; his arse throbbed and every slight movement made it twinge. Madame Tara took an eighteen inch mirror from a dressing table and had him peer back over his shoulder as she held it above him with obvious delight. His arse was a mass of bright red weals, but surprisingly little blood; one of the girls obligingly wiped his buttocks with a lotion which made him jump almost as much as when caned. She replaced the mirror and had him move from the bed and kneel on the floor once more.

His flaccid cock dribbled, spent but satisfied. She then took the cane and played with the end of his defeated and deflated cock; the girls giggled at his little member, as the cane teased a little life back into it. He looked at her gorgeous round arse as she turned and pulled the velvet from the bed.

"Well you certainly have earned another caning. Look at the mess you've made!" He could not deny this; the deposit he'd left on being caned was far in excess of the reason for his original caning. She pulled him up by the leash as she clambered to the head of the bed.

"As you become acquainted with my girls and me on your visits, you will soon become addicted to being caned. I promise you will come begging for it within three months. I think my velvet bears testimony to that fact, does it not?" She pulled the leash downwards and smiled victoriously as she said this. She would shortly want to be thanked for his pleasure.

"Yes Madame Tara." He could not deny it, and feared he would relish another caning; his balls ached slightly after his extensive delivery. He would certainly endure the cane again if it meant he could re-live the level of ecstasy he'd experienced. The girls now all sat in a line by the bed, looking impatient. Tara looked in their direction and smiled, then spread her beautiful thighs and pulled him in to her glorious sex.

"Now you'll thank us all for your pleasure. When you've worshipped us all, your little cock will be ready to for a game with the girls; it will be master for once only, as it will determine what happens on your next visit." He did not hesitate at the chance to worship Madame Tara. Her sex was delightfully moist and his mind revisited the caning often as he enjoyed the warmth and scent of this fabulous woman. Now that she had caned him to submission, she was almost affectionate with him.

As he lovingly licked and probed her depths with his tongue she caressed his hair, but rubbed the backs of his legs with the cane to remind him of her absolute dominance. She arched her back against the pillows and tensed her torso against his face as she achieved a satisfying orgasm at his expense. His head dropped to the bed as she slid across the bed and beckoned to the first in the queue. The cat-suited harpy who'd already had her feet kissed by him was the first apprentice to report for her pleasure.

She struggled on the bed as she removed the tight leather to reveal a hot, sticky and needy pussy. She tugged dominantly on his leash and he descended on her eager mound. Her scent, now unleashed from the confines of the hot leather was overpowering. His cock saluted the strong feminine odour and was fast becoming ready for further duty. As he licked willingly and vigorously between the youthful thighs, he wondered just what the 'game' might be, and what outcome? It was not long before the budding dominatrix squealed with pleasure and nearly pulled his ears off as she pressed him home to ensure she was sated.




The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 05



One by one the girls came and his tongue was put to good use, till he faced the youngest. The chubby ginger girl may have been just eighteen. She was acutely bitchy and his cock seemed to recognise that this was a natural dominatrix in development. She kneeled before him on the bed and curtly slapped his face. The girls applauded as she made him lick the inside of her satin bodice when she removed it. She then grasped the cane before lying back and lifting her legs high and wide, pulling them right back to expose both beautiful orifices sweetly. Unsmiling, she then addressed him.

"You'll sniff my arse first, and then give it a good licking. I'll tell you when I'm ready to have my womanhood worshipped." He did not argue with this young dominant and he obediently went down to the cleft in her milky white buttocks, admiring her delicate ginger bush as he went below it to her soft brown button. As he inhaled her gorgeous tangy scent, she prodded his red weals with the cane, making him wince and gasp.

"Lick my arse now; I want your tongue in as far as it will go." He duly obliged and deftly made sure to lick the circumference of her sweaty anus, enjoying the tart taste, before slipping his tongue deep in to the tight warmth. His cock was rigid once more as he indulged her rectum and his own deeply erotic sense of submission to a dominant girl less than half his age. She teased his tortured arse with the cane once more; as she did so he longed for her to cane him in earnest. He would come as never before if she were to punish him while the others watched. She started to pant and pulled his head away from her anus, much to his disappointment. He soon became engulfed in the sweet smell, and pleasure of her tight ginger pussy. Her spiteful prods and taps with the cane became more erratic as she lost control and immersed herself in a long and healthy orgasm. Now the game would begin.

He was taken to the centre of the room and made to kneel on a padded foot stool. The naked girls clutched at their garments grinning eagerly. Madam Tara approached and stood before him, allowing him to take another sniff at her recently pleasured womanhood. She then tied the abused knickerbockers about his eyes, blindfolding him. He quivered with anticipation as she teased his erect and bobbing cock with the cane.

"The young ladies will now have you sniff the crotches of their garments once more and will lay them on the floor randomly before you. You will masturbate whilst I tease you with the cane and the girls take turns at choking you. The girl that owns the garment that catches the most of your mess will have the pleasure of administering your first caning when you next visit." His cock pulsed at the thought of one of these young women punishing him. They all in turn had him sniff their sweet scents before depositing their garments on the floor under his cock. Tara sharply whipped his sore arse and bade him begin. He stroked himself back and forth as delicate hands took pleasure in disciplining him with the choker. Tara tormented with the cane. The others clapped in time as he was deprived of breath again and again and he struggled to maintain his strokes. Inevitably the pleasure of the situation would not allow this to continue, and as one maiden sniggered as she delighted in tightening the noose, he started to convulse. The others clapped to a crescendo as he gratefully clenched his tortured buttocks and shot his cream ecstatically and blindly across the floor before him.

The excited girls gathered round and held him tightly as Tara removed the silk. The girls looked down. A satin bodice was decorated sweetly with a large loop of his sticky offering, plus several blobs of his grateful gift. The chubby ginger girl bent over displaying her fine white arse as she went. She picked up her messy bodice and smiled wickedly at him. He would be hers on the next visit.

He was caned mercilessly twice more by Madame Tara more on his first visit. She really liked to get her monies worth. He was good for nothing when he was eventually allowed to leave the house. But Madam Tara was right; he was looking forward to the return and another caning by the time he reached the gate.

To be continued...



The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 06



He was more than grateful to reach Holt House on this occasion. As he stepped gingerly from the cab; his arse and legs stiff from his activities, he looked up at the house which was roseate in the setting sun. He thanked his good fortune as the cab clip-clopped away behind him, and as he viewed the welcoming windows of the residence he suddenly though of the poor girl he'd seen again before leaving.

With his hand on the wrought-iron gate he quickly scanned up and down the street which was mostly deserted now. In the distance a lamp-lighter whistled as he descended back down his ladder from a lamp post having ignited the gas with his burner; soon it would be dark, and cold. He thought about making a quick reconnaissance of the nearby streets, but was just too weary. Besides, what would he do if he found her? Give her more money? Bring her to Holt House? He kidded himself that the colourful shiner he'd seen on her face earlier was down to a tumble, having had a shilling's worth of Dutch courage. He failed to convince himself but swung the gate open; it gave a shrill metallic squeak as hid did so, another small job he'd gratefully do tomorrow out of sheer respect for his new and comfortable home.

A smiling face with red hair opened the door to him; alerted by the maintenance necessary to the gate. 

"Greasy fingers tomorrow." He said as Georgina welcomed him in. Marcia was waiting for him, dressed in a silk night-gown. She looked at him warmly as he carefully alighted on the soft sofa cushions by her side and George knelt before them, still grasping his hand. Marcia pulled him close and kissed him softly.

"I know you'll have earned your keep for a month where you were today. We're going to treat ourselves to some alcoholic aperitifs this evening, and treat young Georgina to some too; I'm sure we're both very grateful for her help. Then we'll all cuddle up in my bed together; I want to ensure my property is warm and comfortable and has a good night's rest." He was nearly asleep as it was; his head rested on her silk covered breasts as he inhaled her soft sweet scent. The ginger girl he now faced from the clutch of his benevolent mistress was the antithesis of the virago he had endured and serviced earlier.

Marcia Rendlesham was the epitome of female dominance. She was quite happy to indulge and even pamper her male prodigy, as she knew that he was naturally submissive and would not hesitate to obey her most basic command or whim. It was this natural state of things which allowed her to enjoy him, without any need for her to demonstrate the slightest reference to her superiority over him. She also knew that his sexual desire and libido will have been stretched to the limits by her acutely dominant business associate; he would now be allowed to recover so that whoever received his services next, would have his full attention.

Georgina's softness had been a tonic for him prior to his ordeal, she would now be key in assisting Marcia in ensuring his recovery. A quiet night was guaranteed as Lottie, Belinda, and the formidable Amanda were being entertained at a music hall in town.

He rapidly recovered from his stiffness as the alcohol worked its anaesthetic- like qualities on him, Marcia indulged his affections, and Georgina became very daring in her approach; squeezing him close on the sofa, the other side of Marcia, making the most of every minute of the evening. At about ten thirty, the three indulged in the soft luxury of the bed. He lay there in the soft folds, sandwiched between mature and youthful beauty, as willing a captive as he could ever be, and slept without the slightest intervention from the inebriated equipment between his legs.

The following morning was announced by crisp sunshine. He was as stiff as a board at first and his head a little woolly, but was soon revived by the attentions of the willing Georgina; dynamic in her enthusiasm in feeding him and Marcia breakfast. After washing this down with several cups of tea, he spent the majority of the day attending the gables of the house. The squeak of the gate as a visitor arrived, rminded him of that other job. In the late afternoon he donned a working apron and retrieved a pot of grease from the basement.

He had just finished applying a liberal smearing of grease to the last hinge at the top of the gate when a commotion across the street caught his attention. Though not clearly audible, he could hear the snarls of an oaf of a man; the waif of the previous days being almost dragged by him. The wealthier pedestrians gave the two a wide berth, pretending to be oblivious to the ruffian, and his management of a girl half his size. Though at some considerable distance, she looked over to him at the gate, with eyes that betrayed her fear even from afar.He quickly wiped his hands on the apron and furtively crossed the road, following the two stealthily.

As darkness descended he struggled to keep an unnoticed distance from the couple, whilst maintaining visual contact. As he walked on, the tone of the neighbourhood descended in keeping with the light; they traversed narrow alleys, passed shabby courtyards and filthy semi-derelict buildings. The air grew thick with wafts of mist; he realised they must be close to the river now.

They paused outside a decrepit ale house; the oaf wiped a dirty window with his ragged sleeve and peered in, then gesticulated at someone inside. The girl moved to one side in a feeble attempt to escape as his attention was diverted; the oaf grabbed her and slammed the frail body against the wall. As he did this, a wiry male appeared in the light of the open door, leering at the girl; he dug deep into his pocket and passed something to the oaf, probably a fee. He had a spirit bottle in the other hand, which he passed to the oaf who downed almost half of the contents immediately. The girl squirmed as the thin man fondled her, and she was taken further on by the two, to even gloomier surroundings. They were right by a large tributary of the river now; this part had silted up and saw no trade anymore. The old wooden warehouses went four stories up, and leaned out over the filthy sewage laden creek. The gantries above which once allowed access to the holds of ships below, now looked down on mud several fathoms deep. The sight was all the more depressing as the tide was out; the rivulets through the thick mire giving the scene a positively evil look. The two men looked about them to ensure they were not seen, and dragged the unfortunate girl through a door into one of these rickety wooden buildings. He waited a minute or two then went to the door they had disappeared through.

It was almost pitch black inside, and he closed his eyes for a few moments to allow them to become accustomed, and utilise what little light was available. He could hear murmurings from beyond, and detected a dim shimmering of light through the floorboards above him. Though he was filled with trepidation, his fears for the girl outweighed his own concerns; he carefully ascended the creaky stairs in pursuit of the party. As he reached the next level he found a rudimentary lamp showing the way to the next flight of stairs across a floor which had gaping holes in it, just to add to the difficulties he may face if he needed to make a swift escape. The next level was equally as treacherous; it looked as though several attempts to burn the structure to the ground had been attempted, its damp and rotten timbers becoming the unkempt building's ironic saviours.

He carefully ascended the last flight of stairs and peeped round into the grotto-like floor space before him. It angered him as he heard the sad whimpering of the girl and the course voices of the oaf and his thin client; the building moved visibly as the two slapped the girl around and wrestled her to the floor where a makeshift mattress had been assembled. The oaf slapped her.

"Shut yer row! There's aint nobody gonner help you here. Get yer underwear off and show the bloke what you've got; he aint paid to watch you blubber!" The oaf then retreated and sat on a broken chair with his bottle, swigging it and smiling as the terrified girl dropped her loose underwear. It struck him that the thin man was happy to have paid to see the girl blubber; he seemed to be getting a great deal of pleasure from her distress. He unbuttoned his flies and pulled his erect cock out; grabbing the girl by the hair when he'd done so.

"You suck on me for a while first, you little bitch. Don't you dare even think about biting me! If you do, I shall cut your face!" She tried to pull away and begged him not to make her do this. He slapped her face viciously, smiling with pleasure as he did so. The oaf laughed and teetered on his chair as he discarded the now empty bottle. The thin man produced a knife from his pocket.

"I think I'll cut you anyway; you'll look good with a stripe across your face!" He lifted the weapon, cruelly teasing her with it as he chose where to cut her.

It was now or never. 

He flew from the doorway and kicked the thin man's arm skyward; the knife spiralled into the air, dropped and bounced down a hole in the boards. His look of absolute rage made the thin man take immediate flight; whoever he was, he did not want there to be any chance of his being caught in this situation. With his now flaccid cock waving from side to side he was down the stairs and gone into the night.

The oaf looked on in a semi-drunken stupor; his dimly lit brain seemingly paralysed for a moment as he tried to reconcile what was happening. He lifted from the chair and launched himself at the unwelcome apparition, who pitched himself sideways as the oaf stumbled through a convenient hole in the floor. The girl spread herself against the wall and watched as her saviour moved round to the chair which sat right at the front of the building, facing the creek. The oaf pulled his leg free from the hole and stormed toward him, the whole floor shaking and creaking as he came.

As he stomped blindly forward, the oaf lifted his arms as our man ducked and shimmied sideways. The menacing lout's foot found the empty bottle and he tripped headlong into the frail and rotten weatherboarding which disintegrated before him. His body left a gaping hole as he fell 50 feet headlong into the mire below. His body disappeared completely, enveloped by the mud; the hole where he entered bubbled a little, and a swirl of filthy water slowly rose in the depression it left. He would not bother anyone else again.

The girl rushed over and clung to him, still terrified that her tormentor might return. He eased her back from the hole through which he'd viewed where the brutish male had descended. His stomach turned as the whole floor wavered slightly; he helped the girl balance as she replaced her clothing then hurried her out of the building.

As they left the door, he could not help but peer over the edge of the narrow dock face at the point where the oaf had entered. There was no point in dwelling over the situation; he would have drowned in the sludge rapidly after going in, if he had not broken his neck anyhow. He did not feel a great deal of remorse for the man, and it was somehow fitting that his corpse was half-way to hell already. His point of impact looked no more sinister than someone having thrown a sack of rubbish into the mire; after the next tide had been and gone, nobody would be any the wiser.

His thoughts returned to the girl who was very unsteady on her feet; she was that weak it was a miracle she had put up with so much obvious abuse. He hurried her back to Holt House, half carrying her most of the way. She related how the thin man had abused her many times before; her arms had several small scars where he'd cut her before, though he'd never threatened her face with it previously. This had terrified the girl.

It was not until he got her into the illuminated house that they realised just how grubby and threadbare the poor girl was. Belinda, Lottie and George delighted in helping her bathe and wash her hair, she was fed with some nutritious food and a bed was made up for her in Belinda's room; the three other girls all squeezed into her double bed so that they might watch over the girl. She was very nervous but grateful to be surrounded by young women; she sensed security for the first time in an age, and was soon fast asleep in a state of luxury she could never have imagined just an hour or so before.

His arrival with the girl had been witnessed by Lady Barbara Hapsley who had paid a flying visit on Marcia; she had wondered how he was, having seen him briefly at Fortescue's modification. She had asked about his availability, having heard about his 'artistic talents' from other members of the circle of women. His gallantry with the girl had enhanced her view of him, and she had viewed the poor waif with some affection. His timing had been perfect for the girl; Lady Barbara would take her in and assess her suitability's. Regardless of how these worked out, the girl would never be a slave to men again; Lady Barbara would do her best to ensure the opposite applied.

Marcia was reluctant to agree to let him go with Lady Barbara the next day; she had been keen to have him all to herself for a while, but she could not refuse this prominent woman who did not pay flying visits unless she desperately required someone's services. After he had washed himself clean of the evening's exploits he was summoned to the drawing room and made to kneel before Lady Barbara. She found it difficult to contain her excitement at his presence; she had heard from her intimates just how adept he was at indulging the dominance of women. Though she was a Lady who had been surrounded by male servants all her life, she still got a tremendous thrill from being serviced by, and humiliating those males who were naturally submissive sexually. He sensed this and was happy to kiss her feet without the need for her to ask. She almost blushed with pleasure at his recognition of her dominance, simply because she was female. Her sex twitched and tingled beneath her heavy skirts; she could not wait to have him remove them.

"You needn't worry Marcia; I assure you I'll return him from the hall with his anatomy intact. Oh! By the way, that reminds me; I have your invitations to the next modification."

The next morning the young waif was helped into a very fancy carriage by the girls. The Lady she had seen with the mistress of the house was waiting in there for her, with another woman she had not seen, whose face was obscured by lace veils. This woman said nothing, but patted the girl's hand. Lady Barbara smiled at the waif.

"She has a dreadful cold, and cannot speak for a sore throat, but she does look splendid in her feminine outfit doesn't she." Said the eminent Lady, looking very pleased with herself. The young girl wasn't sure what feminine meant, but agreed just the same.

"I do wish I could 'ave seen the man who saved me last night before I left the 'ouse, I so want to fank 'im." Lady Barbara twiddled a tiny key in her fingers as she responded.

"Oh, don't worry, I shall thank him for you and we'll both have the pleasure of his company before we know it." She stared wickedly at the corseted figure opposite. His cock bulged in the cage at the sight of the key, and his sphincter clenched at his plug excitedly, at the thought of being paraded humiliatingly past all those female servants whilst dressed as a woman. She faced the girl again.

"There will be another guest at Hapsley Hall when we arrive; her name is Ruth Chesterfield, she is going to assist with your development. She is very good at detective work also; we'll see if we can find your thin man and show him the error of his ways." His nether regions tingled again; Ruth had shown what a supremely dominant woman she was at the modification; he would relish being allowed to service her.

When they arrived at Hapsley Hall, two members of the all-female staff assisted the two 'women' from the carriage; they smiled knowingly at the tightly corseted guest and remarked at how elegant and lady-like she was. Lady Hapsley helped the girl down and held hands with both guests as they were paraded past the servants. The walk to the front entrance seemed endless, as did the line of smiling females, who seemed to be paying him all the attention. They had been told that Lady Hapsley was to return with a young girl and a male guest.

As they eventually made the front entrance and he stepped gingerly in, thinking the servants were none the wiser, Lady Haplsey gave a smile and nod to the last in the line. She stepped forward and curtsied.

"Welcome sir; we have all been awaiting you". The entire line of women giggled softly; his cock pulsed in its confinement, his humiliation at the hands of Lady Barbara had begun.

They were taken into a huge and sumptuous lounge where Ruth awaited them. She was dressed in red which complemented her auburn hair and had arrived on horseback, her crop in hand. Though this added to his excitement at seeing her, this glorious female needed no instrument to emphasise or assert her dominance.

She and Lady Barbara chuckled at his hidden embarrassment as he stood next to the girl, in full feminine regalia. The waif was still puzzled, and the two were eager to enlighten her and have him enjoy more humiliation. Ruth moved toward them.

"What pretty women! Let's have you remove your hat and veils now; we can't have you wearing them indoors." The waif gasped as he was revealed to her. For a moment he was as red as Ruth's outfit. The girl did not care though; she flung herself at him and kissed him. The two older women were touched by this, and were glad as this impetuous move showed that the girl's ordeal had not left her in total fear of males. Her spirit would help her achieve recognition of her dominance over them.

She was further amazed as Ruth requested that he kiss her feet, which he did with no hesitation. Her knowledge of the true position of males, beneath women, was beginning. They sat her down as he was made to undress before them, and kneel naked on the floor at their feet. The girl marvelled at the cage he wore, and smiled as she could see he was not too uncomfortable with it.

"You will see many men caged whilst you are here, my girl. It helps them know their place. This one is particularly obedient, and as you've witnessed, he does have his uses. We are very pleased with him delivering you the way he did, and he will be rewarded by Ruth and me for his actions. His biggest reward though, will be to see you again in six months or so; he will really appreciate what he has done for you then, and you'll appreciate just what he will do for you!" Ruth then asked her for as much information about the thin man, where he had met with her and where she had been taken. They held her close and asked her carefully about the abuse she had suffered. They then moved on to other womanly things in general to help her forget.

Two maids were summoned and she was then taken away to be shown where she would be staying; she had been reluctant to leave him, but was promised she'd see him again before he left, and assured that he would be a frequent visitor to the hall. Ruth then pondered the thin man.

"Like most males he appears to be a creature of habit. I shall take great pleasure in capturing him. How fitting it will be to see his manhood removed with his own knife." The two delighted in the idea which aroused them. They would combine his reward with their enjoyment; how ironic that he, of all males, would now suffer in honour of the thin man. This notion excited the two dominant women all the more.

He was leashed and led away to one of the many bedrooms by the two women.

To be continued...



The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 07



Hapsley Hall was a veritable maze of plush lounges, sitting rooms and bedrooms. They were decorated to suit various necessary tastes; those in the deeper recesses of the house were more boudoir like, and it was to one of these he was to be taken.

Just having a naked male on a leash in the comfort of her home gave Lady Barbara a deeply erotic thrill. She had been born into luxury, and married off to a boring but wealthy man she was not even acquainted to. Though he was a pleasant enough gentleman, he was 15 years her senior and a very staid Victorian. Sex had been something he had with her; it was almost by appointment only. She just lay back as he penetrated her and she felt little arousal-she had never really known what to expect-until he grunted and dismounted her. At the age of 62 he had a heart-attack and died, leaving her alone with this huge house and abundant wealth.

Though she had not realised it before, she suddenly found that giving orders to male servants seemed to give her greater pleasure than doing the same with the females. After her husband had gone she became more actively involved with the staffing of the house, and became aware of the misery that some of the females endured in their private lives at the hands of males.

She had become involved with the circle of dominant women by chance. There had been an incident whereby one of the serving women had been abused by a male servant; though this had not been reported directly to her she was always vaguely aware of situations via the grapevine. This news appalled her and she was in a quandary as to whether the local constabulary should become involved, she certainly would sack the male involved if there were any true substance in the allegation.

She decided to furtively investigate the situation herself, by secretly descending the stairs to the servant areas to eavesdrop. What she witnessed both shocked and excited her. She had heard voices coming from a room rarely used anymore, where wood had previously been stored prior to gas lighting being installed. As she peeped into the room, the male in question was tethered naked over a bundle. His rear end was a mass of red lines. The woman who had been abused stood smiling with several other women and girls, watching with satisfaction as a mature woman brought a wickedly flexible cane down on him with gusto.

She could see that the woman was getting a great deal of pleasure from administering his punishment; showing him no mercy as he cried and begged for the caning to stop. Lady Barbara's womanhood tingled with arousal as she witnessed the scene; she smiled to herself as she realised she was enjoying it too.

The formidable looking woman made him beg for mercy, handed the cane to the woman who had been abused, who then mercilessly punished his backside six more times. The woman then had him kiss her feet. He was made to apologise to her, and all women. The mature woman then thrust two letters before the whimpering male, which she made him sign. The women looked at him with utter contempt as they started to file past; Lady Barbara quickly ascended the stairs.

She had a quiet moment to herself and was compelled to massage herself below her skirts; she could not get the vision from her mind as she thought of the man, naked and punished ruthlessly by a woman, the cane coming down again and again. Her whole body tingled and was washed with waves of pleasure as she enjoyed a very satisfactory orgasm. Later on in the day the woman who had been the subject of abuse appeared and gleefully passed a letter to Lady Barbara. It was a letter of formal resignation from the man. When she asked the women why he could not have delivered it himself, she was told he had left the house already and was with a new employer; a Mrs Ruth Chesterfield.

Curiosity, and the convenience of the man still being owed wages, made Lady Barbara look up Ruth's address; she would ask upon his welfare. She was a little put out at someone else organising her servants, and on her property too, but had a distinct admiration for any woman who could have such control over an adult male.

Mrs Chesterfield had a large imposing town house, though this could not require too many servants at the drop of a hat. This was something else that Puzzled Lady Barbara. She was greeted by a maid and ushered into a parlour. Ruth came immediately and sat with her.

"I am sorry to bother you, only I was a little concerned at one of my servants leaving my employ so abruptly. I do hope this was not a reflection on his prior employer; I have the remainder of his wages and wondered about his welfare, though I see he must be just as comfortable here." Ruth smiled and was warming to this Lady already; she could sense she knew more than she had let on.

"I do apologise for relieving you of a servant without any notice, however, relieve you I did. He had not been a good servant to you or any other woman. You have a large household and know how difficult it must be to remain aware of the social activities of your staff. I have an advantage in that I was made aware of a problem which you remained unaware of through a business enterprise. Your female staff will be a lot happier going forward." Lady Barbara could not help but smile at her response and was not sure just how honest to be with her knowledge.

"I had heard a rumour. True, it is difficult for me to keep in touch, but there was a mention of abuse. This is why I was concerned; I had thought of the constabulary. If it was true, how do we know it will not be repeated?" Ruth smiled warmly at her.

"I can see that you are a woman of the world, and will presume that you are aware of the unfair advantages that males have in general. I have a circle of friends who would like to change this, and have my own business which allows me to dispose of some of these problems in a very satisfactory way for all concerned. Promise me you will become a friend, and I will show you why your concern will not be repeated." Lady Barbara was more curious than ever now, and she would delight in having this superb woman as a friend. Much to Ruth's delight she agreed wholeheartedly there and then. She tingled with anticipation, as Ruth rang a bell and one of her girls appeared.

"Bring the latest one; I'll have him say goodbye to his old life personally." The maid beamed with pleasure and quickly disappeared. Moments later there was a knock at the parlour door. Ruth beckoned enter. Lady Barbara was amazed. The man was dressed as a female maid and was chaperoned by two stern looking matrons with canes. He went bright red with shame when he saw his former employer.

"On your knees before her now! You'll confess and beg forgiveness." He obediently dropped to his knees the moment Ruth barked at him. The two matrons smiled dominantly down at him; he would feel a cane if he made any mistake or displeased them in any way whatsoever; he was re-learning his life to suit his betters. He cowered at the feet of Lady Barbara.

"Forgive me Madam; I have abused many women including your servants. I will be made to pay, and taught to respect the superiority of women. I beg your forgiveness." Ruth had him kiss her feet, and he was led away to continue his reformation at the hands of the matrons; his first night would be a long and painful one.

Lady Barbara then confessed herself about viewing his thrashing, and how it had stimulated her. They then discussed Hapsley Hall and how it could be put to greater use. Lady Barbara would enjoy her life to the full from now on.

As he was being led on his leash Lady Barbara commented to him.

"Nearly there; you're going to give the two of us some initial satisfaction, then we'll take you to another room for a little show which you'll find most enjoyable. Marcia may own you, but as you can see, I have many rooms here which will require your artistic expertise. The circle of women grows bigger by the day, and I intend to have a facility here which will allow supressed women to come and indulge in their dominance over males in the most comfortable and relaxed circumstances. It will be a women's world." She took him into a vast and comfortable bedroom.

The room was a tasteful pale pink with fur rugs adorning the floors; there were mirrors everywhere, even attached to the ceiling. Punishment and servitude would be witnessed at many angles, allowing mistress and slave to enjoy proceedings to the full. Lady Barbara was ready to be pleasured by him for the first time. He was made to undress her, as she dangled the tiny key to his cage in front of him. His cock pulsed as he saw the reflection of the wonderful Ruth behind him; she smiled as she discarded her outer garments revealing the red corset she had worn when Fortescue gave up his balls for her. Lady Barbara toyed with his hair and smiled as she thought back to what had passed for sex with her late husband; she now had a male just where she wanted him, at her feet, under her control, and willing to please her to the utmost without thinking of himself.

She already felt close to orgasm; the excitement of having him there and knowing of his talent with his tongue had made her very moist. He released her skirts and she lifted her legs up to the bed, allowing him to view and take in the scent of her womanhood. She took full enjoyment out of seeing him kneeling obediently, awaiting her authority which would allow him to service her. She could see his cock threatening to burst from the cage. It pleased her no end to know she had complete control over whether he would be allowed pleasure. She dangled the key to torment him.

"Have you ever thought of me whilst masturbating or coming for your various mistresses?" He could not deny it; she had featured with Ruth on several occasions since the modification, when he'd been working up to an orgasm under the cane or by stroke of hand.

"Yes Lady Barbara, I have thought of you and wondered if you would ever allow me to please you." She smiled wickedly at him.

"When Ruth and I have had our pleasure of you, we will decide if you have warranted relief. Just because you have shown your value to women by your actions with the girl yesterday, this does not mean we will simply indulge you. This was your duty as a male owned by a woman; you have different duties to perform now." Though she knew he had done very well and she would take great pleasure in watching him masturbate at the feet of the two women, she was not about to let him know this. Ruth stepped up behind him and teased him with the cane. Lady Barbara gently put her hand behind his head and pulled him into her sex.

"Now you shall taste a Lady for the first time; I shall have your pleasure then Ruth shall have hers. Your performance will determine if you receive relief or a caning." He would have welcomed either at that point. He took a deep sniff of her luscious womanhood, and then immersed his mouth in her bulging labia. Her delicate musky taste and smell made his cock pulsate; his sphincter clenched at the plug as Ruth stood dominantly over him and stroked him playfully with the cane. His eyes caught the mirrors as he saw himself there at the mercy of two mature and dominant women from many an exciting prospective. Oh how he hoped they would allow him to come.

He indulged in the luxury of Lady Barbara's warm and inviting pussy, stroking his tongue deep into her and up and down, teasing her clitoris. She held her ankles and looked down at him performing obediently, whilst her friend smiled on, threatening to cane him. Lady Barbara was getting more and more pleasure every day, and this was absolute heaven. As he pressed home his tongue against her excited clitoris, she rocked back slightly and squeezed her ankles tight as wave after wave of a superb orgasm was delivered by the submissive male's tongue. Ruth grinned and tapped ever harder with the cane to make sure he was on the button right up to the end. As Lady Barbara moaned in a very un-ladylike fashion, Ruth had no need to worry about him; next to his own orgasm, he was learning to get as much pleasure from hearing the women announce their ecstasy. This worried him a little as he feared this may cost him his balls at some point.

Lady Barbara, panted and gasped rigidly, then relaxed. She let her legs down and smiled with absolute satisfaction; there were tears in her eyes as she bent and kissed him affectionately. Ruth looked at her wide-eyed as if to show slight disapproval. Lady Barbara quickly resumed her assertiveness, but thanked him. She took the cane from Ruth and exchanged places with her. His cock dribbled as the magnificent Ruth sat and slowly raised her legs. She looked him square in the eyes and smiled wickedly.

"I want you to think of Fortescue when you service me. I want you to remember that one day you may return to Hapsley Hall for another reason." He had no need for her to remind him of that deeply erotic occasion. She knew anyway that her blood-red corset would hold his memory there. He was ecstatic as he viewed the mature woman's delightful sex; he could not believe that he was to be allowed to have the honour of pleasing her. She pulled him in and he lapped at her delicious feminine juices as though this were to be the last pussy he ever tasted. He would willingly give his balls for this woman. She purred with pleasure as he probed and lapped and licked; his eyes moving from mirror to mirror to ensure he retained as much memory of this event as possible. The beautifully scented mature sex he tasted belonged to a woman who had broken many males, captured and defeated them, and had them agree to be castrated in woman's honour.

He hoped above all that he would be allowed to come in her presence. His cock strained and bulged in the cage as she pulled him close on nearing orgasm; he strained to see her in the mirrors as her thighs engulfed him. The magnificent woman's sex seemed to taste ever sweeter, as she had her pleasure of him. She gave an almighty roar and stretched her legs to the sky; he was allowed a glorious view in the various mirrors as she showed her appreciation of him as she lapsed into a lusty orgasm. She relaxed and giggled uncontrollably for a few moments and also kissed him with some affection. Now it was Lady Barbara's turn to frown.

Ruth smiled at Lady Barbara. She moved back on the bed and looked sweetly at him as she carefully removed the pink silk pillow-case from one of the many pillows and laid it centrally on the bed. Lady Barbara asked him to stand, and smiled knowingly at him as she dangled the key, then unlocked him. She whipped the cane through the air. As Ruth put her hands behind her elegant and shapely legs, and pulled her legs right back, smiling from between them.

"You have performed well, but you must pay for making the two of us act like affectionate schoolgirls. You shall have your pleasure but will endure pain too. You will be caned by a Lady, whilst licking the arse of a 58 year old woman; on the bed now!" they both laughed at him but he was already in ecstasy; his cock was a rigid as a pole and he was in danger of losing his seed with the thought of it. He nestled down and looked and sniffed at the delectable puckered dimple before him. It glistened with the juices she had released a moment ago. Even in this position she was supremely dominant.

"You make sure you clean me up nicely, and I want you to give a good account of yourself on the silk, or I shall replace your cage and cane you again." He looked at Lady Barbara who stood ready with the cane; she would not be too harsh with the instrument as she bore him no malice other than that he happened to be male, but caning a male to orgasm whilst he licked her friends arse, would be enjoyable under any circumstances.

He sank his nose into her sweet cleft and lapped at the spicy orifice, the can whooshed down making him squirm, both women giggled as he rocked himself back and forth on the silk; his cock sliding nicely as he sampled the tang of the dominant woman's anus, and the sting of her Ladyship's cane. Ruth teased as he lovingly licked her arse submissively.

"Would you like to like to lose your balls to me? I'd so enjoy seeing the short chain on you." She giggled as he thought of leaving the warmth of and pleasure of her arse and screaming 'yes do it now', but the taste and feeling of submission as the cane came down again and again was just too much. He started to hunt and convulse.

"I'll have your cream now!" said Lady Barbara as she put a little more venom into the cane; his arse blushed pink and he thrust forward on the silk; he was theirs. His tongue probed and flapped around her soft anus as he lost all control in the throes of absolute pleasure. He humped and ground his torso ecstatically on the silk as he delivered for his mistresses.

"Good boy!" Said Ruth patronisingly, as he spurted and spent deliriously in honour of these two gorgeous females who had shown they well and truly owned him. He licked and sniffed and spluttered as the orgasm ebbed and he lay in his mess, Ruth held his head and rubbed his nose in her anus; she was very pleased with him.

He was allowed to recover and they watched as he knelt on the bed and wiped the sticky mess from his belly with the silk. The two women then had him kneel at the end of the bed once more and they sat stroking him gently. As he enjoyed the view of their mature legs, they toyed with his flaccid cock with their toes. They told him now, just how thankful they were for bringing the girl to them, away from danger. He promised to help them find the thin man, though Ruth already had female agents placed in the areas described by the girl. He was encouraged and allowed to lick their thighs and toes as that sat there, keeping his leash taught to remind him of his position. When his cock started to show signs of revival they stood and led him away to the next venue. He watched Ruth's arse wiggle in front of him and already craved to be able to lick it again; the experience would remain indelibly etched in his memory.

He was taken into a strange room with six foot padded stakes fixed into the floor. He was harnessed to one which faced a plain white bed. Ruth clapped her hands once. In an instant a large and beautiful black woman carrying a short whip in one hand, walked slowly in leading a man on all fours on a leash. He was naked, and as the woman turned him to leash him to the stake closest the bed, he could see the man had no balls; it was James Fortescue.

The black goddess displayed herself to him, rubbing oil on her body making it shimmer all over; her breasts, thighs and buttocks shone delectably as she then toyed with herself on the bed before the eunuch. This display had given him another erection, unlike Fortescue, who would never experience another. Ruth walked over and stood by the bed, in full view of the unfortunate man; her red corset reminding him also, of the last night he had shared with his balls. She smiled wickedly at him and watched his face as she clapped her hands once more. A large black man with a huge cock sauntered in. From his position behind Fortescue, the black male's formidable weapon made him feel very inadequate; god knows how this tortured the mind of the castrated slave with his tiny cock bent over like an eight year old. The black woman spread her legs and held them by the ankles, displaying a magnificent and inviting pussy.

The male levelled his enormous cock at the target and Ruth stepped forward, all the time eying Fortescue. She took hold of his phallus with both hands and helped guide it into the moist haven. She was careful to rub his glans delicately to ensure he was nice and stiff. She then stood back as the black man slid his lengthy weapon in and out; his huge ball sack swinging back and forth as he enjoyed his prize. Those huge balls will have swung back and forth in Fortescue's mind as he watched his mistress smiling at him as the two black beauties reached a crescendo. She wailed with pleasure and he almost barked as those fine balls unleashed a worthy portion of seed into the succulent crevice which drew on his cock. He pulled slowly away, giving the eunuch more food for thought, as his phallus dribbled white cream; the majority of which bubbled and ran down the delectable black pussy before him.




The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 07



The black man bowed to the women and walked out of the room. The black woman remained on her back and smiled with satisfaction at Fortescue. Ruth untied him and led him over on all fours to the bed.

"I believe you know what your job is Fortescue. Tell me what it is?" 

"I must lick madam clean, Mistress."

"You want to lick her clean, don't you Fortescue?"

"Yes Mistress, I want to lick her clean."

"You want her to whip you when you've cleaned her don't you?"

"Yes Mistress I want her to whip me when I've cleaned her." Ruth smiled at her control and his complete obedience. The black woman lay back and spread herself nicely; she pushed his face down to her arse first to ensure what had run down there didn't run onto the sheets and get wasted.

Both women smiled with satisfaction as he eagerly consumed the warm freshly delivered cream. The black woman held him fast as he licked deep into her folds to retrieve the cream; she shuddered with the luxury of another orgasm as he did so. His task complete, he lay face down on the bed; Ruth made sure she stayed in his eyesight; he would see her smile as he was whipped.

As the beautiful black woman retrieved her whip, he felt Lady Barbara pull on his leash at the stake from where he watched. She had him stand and obligingly worked his erect cock as he watched Fortescue being whipped by the ebony goddess he had just cleaned of another man's mess. As he bucked and moaned under the whip and the smile of the woman that owned him, someone else behind him bucked and moaned, as a shapely middle-aged woman allowed him supreme pleasure for the second time in an hour.



The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 08



After his punishment, Fortescue was made to kneel before the smiling Ruth; he was allowed to sniff the sex of the woman who had shown him his true position amongst women and placed him in their permanent servitude. He was allowed just a sniff to remind him of the woman who had utterly dominated him, removed his balls, and now owned him. He had to be content with cleaning guests until Ruth acquired her next victim. He would then be allowed to cleanse her of another male who would be unknowingly on his way to the submission of his masculinity. Fortescue did not know it, but he may not have to wait too long; the thin man was now paramount in Ruth's mind. He was led away to another room by the sumptuous black woman; she would have more enjoyment from him later.

Ruth and Lady Barbara unleashed him from the stake, and walked him to the auditorium which had been the venue for the modification. Ruth smiled and cupped his balls.

"Don't worry; we know how affectionate Marcia is for your jewels. We just wanted to show you how we are preparing for the next event. It will be nice to see you and Marcia here together again, when our next male relinquishes his balls. I'm afraid it won't be so exciting this time. The male in question has led a typical life; complete chauvinism towards females with a little bit of womanising and petty violence thrown in. The woman that owns him keeps two other males, and has convinced him that this is for the best. I fear it will be most clinical." Both Lady Barbara and he knew what was on her mind. Lady Barbara took Ruth's hand from the balls she'd been nestling.

"I know what you are yearning for; we'll have our girls positioned where the waif has mentioned; he's bound to show again. I will so enjoy breaking him when he's caught, and catch him we shall."

It was just a few days before he was to visit Madame Tara's house once more, and face the assertive Ginger maid. Marcia pampered him in the warmth of the shower; he had been allowed to please her to fulfilment during the past night, and she soaped his weary balls gently. Even the bathroom now bore elements of his artistry; he had been welcomed to many women's homes through advertisement by Marcia and was increasingly popular in their feminine society. Though he was in his element, when a guest of all the women he visited, he was always glad to return to Marcia. They patted each other dry and donned bath robes before descending the stairs for breakfast. It was before nine still, so they were surprised when the jingle for the front entrance bell announced someone at the door.

George opened the door to Lady Barbara, and a very attractively shaped young female; her face delicately veiled, inviting them in. She ushered them into the front sitting room where Marcia and he were sat. Marcia could not help but blush a little when Lady Barbara looked the two of them up and down. She smiled with just a hint of jealousy at their state of undress; it was apparent from their attire that the two had been in the recent company of each other. Belinda and Lottie, who had previously been busy with the housework, did their best not to giggle.

"I do hope you are not spoiling him." She said as she gestured to him to come over to her. He came and knelt obediently before the woman he had come to know intimately over the past months. She smiled down at him affectionately and caressed his cheek with her gloved hand.

"You may kiss my feet, and those of my companion." Even though he had been thoroughly milked in a most erotic fashion by his mistress just a few hours before, the act of showing servitude to this superb woman and an anonymous female, made his loins tingle once more. He bent and kissed the toes of Lady Barbara's shoes, and then swivelled slightly to accommodate her shapely companion and did the same. Lady Barbara put her hand on his shoulder and asked him to look up at the woman, who removed her hat and veil. He could not contain his smile as the waif he'd saved beamed back, mirroring his reaction.

Her instinct was to hug him, but she was being trained well in the art of domination. Lady Barbara could see the level of temptation the girl fought against, and this man had risked his life for her after all. She smiled at her.

"You may kiss him, but remember; he is a male and you are in charge. He must be made to recognise that you are superior and his place is on his knees before you." She did not hesitate on being cleared by her mentor, and held his head with both hands kissing him full on the lips. Lady Barbara coughed politely after 30 seconds or so; to save him from suffocation. Lottie and Belinda giggled softly; George was tight-lipped and somewhat green-eyed with the situation.

They were one and all, amazed with her rapid transformation though; in a matter of three weeks or so, she had somehow filled out and was every inch a picture of feminine elegance. The attentions of Lady Barbara, Ruth Chesterfield, and their entourage of feminine associates and young charges had worked their magic on the girl; she was fast becoming the independent and assertive female they knew she could be. They had preyed on her prior vile experiences at the hands of males, and had demonstrated with captives at Hapsley Hall; some willing, some less so, how things should really be. In her short spell there so far, she was becoming keener with whip and cane by the day. Lady Barbara was thrilled with her progress, and she now had a name.

"Meet Miss Harriet Du Montfort. She is now officially a ward of mine and will reside at Hapsley Hall permanently. Now perhaps you girls would like to show her your rooms again, whilst I discuss a little business with Miss Rendlesham." The girls led the prim looking girl away, admiring her new presence and status as they went. When they'd gone, Lady Barbara continued.

"We found that Harriet had been living on the streets for some time; her real name is Dawkins, her mother died from the excesses of gin and left her alone at the age of fourteen. She never knew her father. Despite her diminutive stature she is actually nineteen, and had been moving from one hovel to another for some time. She had managed to avoid the attentions of adult males, up until she became involved with the brute who met his maker on the night she was delivered to us. She had been subjected to all manner of horrors by his acquaintances; namely the thin man." She stopped at this point and smiled smugly.

"I came here this morning, not just to show you how Harriet has progressed, but to tell you that Ruth has discovered who the thin man is. A trap has been set, and he will shortly find himself at Hapsley Hall, where he will learn to honour women in the way that he should. Within a few short weeks with Ruth, he will be begging for release from his wilful urges. By then, a certain young lady will be ready to administer her first act of mercy, in obliging him before an audience of his superiors." Her words made Marcia smile wickedly, and the thought of the pleasures the thin man would realise at the hands of the magnificent Ruth Chesterfield gave him a healthy erection; he was almost jealous of the man's good fortune.

Lady Barbara gave him an address of an establishment in a less salubrious part of town; the upper body strength that came with his masculinity would be most welcome there, in assisting the removal of 'goods' to be taken to Hapsley Hall. The lifting of heavy unstable objects was not women's work; the essential deliverance of the goods and the use of them afterwards, would be very much their domain though.

After much tea and conversation, Lady Barbara left with her young ward. As they walked them down the path to the Carriage, Harriet could not resist kissing him again; they parted and as he turned back to the house, he saw George viewing him with some disdain. She disappeared inside the door before he arrived back at the entrance, and had fled upstairs before he entered. The situation had not gone unnoticed by Marcia. She held his arm to gain his attention and winked at him, smiling wryly.

"You know you must show all the women you encounter equal respect. I think there is some work you need to complete in Georgina's room; I have an appointment with some ladies at a tea house this afternoon that will not require a male escort. You might take the opportunity to have a nap before your scheduled exertions for Lady Barbara this evening; after you have finished your work of course." He thanked her, as he knew what she was really suggesting.

She readied herself for the day and left to get a cab to her destination. He went upstairs, taking a brush and small paint kettle with him, which he had no intention of using. He knocked on George's door; she opened it and took a deep breath, her big blue eyes looked a little startled, and were also a little red. She hid something behind her back. He pushed slowly forward and closed the door behind him. He dropped the paint kettle and put his arm round her to see what she was holding.  He sniffed at her glorious red hair as he looked over her shoulder; she held one of his shirts. He pulled back and looked deep into her eyes as he squeezed her firm little cheeks against him. She lifted the shirt to her nose and gently inhaled, smiling now.

"I just wanted something to remind me of you; I don't seem to get any attention with so many other women keeping you from me, it's not fair!" It was patently apparent from the wild look in his eyes that she was about to receive his full attention now; she closed her eyes and puckered her lips, he followed suit and as they shared a warm wet kiss as his cock swelled against her belly. They helped each other off with their clothes and he viewed her soft alabaster body; so daintily freckled at the neck and shoulders. Her natural scent had him in frenzy as she stepped backwards and pulled him onto the bed. 

Considering the monumental amount of foreplay he had been made to endure at the hands of his dominant mistresses, it was no wonder he was in her almost before they lay on the bed. She emitted a soft plaintive cry as he slid firmly into her tight pussy, which only served to make him thrust all the more. She lifted her thighs to allow him full penetration and smiled with satisfaction as he moved back and forth. He had to use all his concentration in restraining himself from acting like some primitive animal and jettisoning his seed in an instant. She pulled his face down to hers and he nuzzled at her cheeks and neck; he held back but the warm generous pleasure she provided, along with her soft moans had his balls ready to burst. His body was wracked with tension as he fought against slipping into orgasm, until this sweet angel at last gave him her signal. She opened her eyes and mouth wide and hung on his neck; she expelled every ounce of breath in her body as she let out a long and lustful moan in unison with her thighs squeezing his torso. He erupted inside her and truly pumped like the animal he was trying to avoid emulating; the relief and pleasure was immeasurable. 

After he had collapsed upon her, they had squirmed and kissed in a tangled embrace for what seemed like hours. He pulled the blankets over them, and they nestled together just staring into each- other's eyes for an eternity. He had not felt this way before; it disturbed him a little as the feelings he had for Georgina Grantham were entirely alien to those he felt for his mistress, yet were just as pleasurable. George was equally as pleased as Marcia, but from a different attitude. He would ensure he did not take advantage of her softness, and resolved to allow her any spare time he had whilst at Holt House. He knew how jealous she was, and would do his best not to hurt her in any way. She knew why he was there, after all, and he hoped she would see reason when he was assigned to other women. For the time being though, he basked in a different state of satisfaction not previously experienced; his nap was a warm and deeply relaxing one.

He arrived at the address given him by Lady Barbara in good time; it was a slightly threadbare part of town, a street with numerous pubs, hotels and guest-houses. As he looked furtively up at the windows of the small hotel that bore the correct number, a shapely young female slipped out from the door. Without confirming, she seemed to know who he was, though he'd not seen her before. She advised he make himself comfortable in the ale house opposite; passing him half a crown which was with the compliments of Ruth Chesterfield. The girl would come and fetch him when he was required. He did not argue and disappeared inside the smoky lounge bar of the pub.

He bustled his way to the bar through a sea of top hats and bowlers; this was evidently a very popular venue for some reason. He made it to the oaken bar and opted for a pint of mild and bitter. A buxom maid with sleeves rolled up displaying knobbly elbows, pulled back on the tall ivory handles as she pumped the fruity brown liquids up from the casks in the cellar.

"That'll be tuppence ha'penny, please sir." She looked at him and raised her eyebrows somewhat as he passed her the half crown.

"Sorry, I don't have anything smaller." He said sheepishly. She rang the price into the ornate silver plated till; the cash tray slid out in unison with two black price indicators rising into the glass viewer at the top of the till, and she handed him change of a shilling, two threepenny bits, 8 pennies and two farthings. He thanked her as his pocket sagged under the weight of the coppers. She smiled with satisfaction; it seemed he had no command over women whatever the situation!

He made his way through the crowd to a spot near the window; he looked up at a light from the hotel opposite and wondered how someone else was fairing in the company of women.

Roger Stainforth was very much his own man. He had deserted his middle class wife, and life of not overly successful accountancy, for an easier life of vice and the debauchery which went with it. His lifestyle was anything but a rarity in this Victorian world of progress, where the public view was one of successes and an empire on which the sun never set. The reality for a great deal of the masses was a life of despair, and a hidden underworld of vice. Stainforth had made a nice living out of this situation, lending money to bankrupts who could not borrow by legitimate means, in order to fuel ridiculous business enterprises. They had to repay him at extortionate rates; this allowed him to fund his interest in several opium dens. Though he would never be a millionaire; he spent most of his money in keeping one step ahead of the law, frequently drank, and though not directly involved with prostitution he spent much money procuring hapless females.He had a particularly nasty streak whereby the act of threatening women with a knife gave him particular pleasure.

Stainforth's wiry countenance wore a smug smile as he thought of the two girls he had paid good money for; he'd been informed that one of them was very theatrical and enjoyed erotic role-play; the other was apparently very fresh to the game, and very meek. He had been told she liked to be bound and teased prior to satisfying clients. He would have his couple of hours with them, and then return to his flat to prepare for an evening drinking with his cronies. He could not have suspected that he would never see the flat again.

He had arrived at the hotel around an hour before the pint of mild and bitter had been served. The two girls had been awaiting him as per the arrangement, but he was introduced to two further young ladies; it was explained that they were also fairly new to the game and there would be no extra charge, they would share the fee an all be glad of the experience. Though this all seemed too good to be true, he would not part with any more money, and made the theatrical girl reiterate that their services would be part of the agreed fee. She smiled sweetly and confirmed again that this would be the case.

"We shall ensure that you will not forget this evening." Said the tall blonde temptress, speaking with a strange air of authority. An auburn haired girl took his coat, another brunette lay on the bed, grinning at him like a cat as she toyed with lengths of silken cord. The fourth was a very curvaceous black haired girl; she was on her knees by the bed and apparently had her hands tied behind her back already. She looked wistfully up at him as his cock swelled. The women's perfume, both natural and applied, permeated the room creating a cosy, secure atmosphere. He could not help but notice that each of the girls was dressed, though scantily, in black.

The girl on the bed removed her blouse and skirt; she wore no bra and the sight of her full breasts and erect nipples excited him. The girl whose hands were behind her back stood, and the skirts dropped from her. She wore black silky knickerbockers which accentuated the curves of her shapely arse beautifully as she turned and displayed her bound wrists whilst climbing to the bed. The two other women helped him off with some of his outer clothing; they did not fail to notice a lethal looking dagger in his waistcoat pocket. Thankfully, the fact that there were more attractions than usual meant he did not seem to mind it not being in his hand. The two urged him toward the bed and as he sat on the edge, the girl with bound wrists got off and knelt on the floor between him and the blonde, who had picked up a wicked looking cane. The girl on the floor arched her back and looked submissively at the blonde.

"Are you to cane me mistress? I have had very naughty thoughts about our guest." His cock bulged as the two other girls helped him out of his underwear. The blonde teased the kneeling girl with the cane.

"I shall tell the headmistress you've had bad thoughts; she'll probably be arriving soon." She said in a theatrical tone. This made him think of the role-play aspect; they're building up for a drama, he thought to himself. Drama there would be. He felt the girl on the bed take his arms behind him; he felt uneasy at first, until the kneeling girl was pulled toward him by her hair by the blonde. She teased his cock with her tongue and he relaxed somewhat. The blonde smirked at the two childishly.

"You know what the Headmistress says about fraternising with boy pupils, don't you? She will punish you both if you're caught." Something inside his mind pictured a stern headmistress entering the room; his cock stiffened at the thought. Though he liked to be in charge and had no time for women other than for sex, he could not deny a certain primeval urge which engendered a respect for a strong woman. As he thought about this the girl behind him had tied his wrists. He panicked slightly but the kneeling girl sucked on his member for all her worth; this calmed him somewhat, especially with the addition of the girl who had done the tying; now squeezing her breasts into his back. The girl with auburn hair suddenly appeared and took over from the kneeling girl; she sucked and massaged his cock whilst the black haired girl sat on the bed next to him. The blonde girl looked at the two.

"I think we should tie them together till the Headmistress comes, then they'll be for it." He was still reluctant but the drive generated by his cock and balls superseded this fear, besides; he had seen two of these girls hanging around over the past two weeks- they must be local, what harm could he come to? The Blonde pushed him back on the bed as the black haired girl lay down next to him; His cock was nestled in the cleft of her buttocks, and she squeezed and wriggled teasingly as the others swiftly bound them. Stainforth could not have known that his legs were being bound individually; the brunette's expertise was in this field and he was trussed like a Christmas goose before he knew it. The ties which held the girl to him were minimal, and she would be free of her bonds in a flash.




The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 08



The blonde now took great delight in teasing them both with the cane. Though this was not normally part of the game for Stainforth, and it rankled with his conscious mind, something inside him was beginning to enjoy the surrender, so he remained calm. He could not have known that his destiny was now set in stone. The Brunette took a large silk handkerchief and rolled it into a ball; she held his nose and he obligingly opened his mouth. She giggled contemptuously as she stuffed it into his mouth. As she did this, the blonde removed her black silk knickerbockers, displaying her moist sex; she and the brunette crowded over him, he felt a cord go round his neck and his ankles were pulled up behind him as the cord was tethered there. The knickerbockers were tied about his face; the blonde ensuring that the moist area went sweetly under his nose.

He panted through his nostrils, now slightly panicked by his predicament; this panic increased when the blonde and brunette moved away from him. As they moved out of his vision, the black haired girl moved away from him and sat up on the bed, smiling wickedly at him; she was free of her bonds. He was now trussed and at the mercy of four young women.

Though he did not want to be in this position, his cock pulsed and was stiffer than ever. The girls laughed at him as they removed the cushions from the bed and placed them on the floor. They sat on the bed smiling; the blonde teased his cock which now dribbled its lubrication. She looked him in the eye.

"You have been a very bad boy and the Headmistress will punish you when she comes." He was slightly terrified, and yet could not help but enjoy this strangely erotic situation. He wanted to protest and grunted muffled noises into the silk gag which smelt so sweet. The girls just laughed at him. Which one would play the Headmistress? What would they do with him? He would know soon enough. The girls pulled him off the bed and he waddled like a duck onto the cushions in the middle of the floor. His wrists were bound behind him, his ankles were bound, a tether held his neck to his legs keeping him in a permanent kneeling position. He was gagged with a woman's underwear. His cock bobbed and bulged as he viewed the four girls who now stood two abreast of him, smiling knowingly.

He did not like this idea at all, yet something inside him loved it. The girls looked to the door which swung open. There before him, was a mature auburn haired woman, her hair in a bun. She wore a black silk blouse through which her nipples poked provocatively. She wore a full length black velvet skirt and carried a vicious rattan cane. The Headmistress had arrived to administer his punishment. Ruth Chesterfield stepped forward and stood before him. Stainforth looked at her and was strangely awed by her. She teased his cock with the rattan.

"I've been told you have not been kind to women in the past, and are in need of reformation. This will begin today and you will be glad of it. You will be taught how to worship your betters, and will know your true place in life." He could still not quite believe what was happening and though part of him was angry and he struggled with the bonds, the feeling of the cords which held him and this magnificently assertive woman before him, had his cock stiff and dribbling. He was ashamed to admit it to himself, but he desperately wanted to come.

Ruth unhitched her skirt and let it drop to the floor; she wore no underwear. His cocked pulsed all the more as he viewed her ample thighs and a red tuft of hair above the beautifully inviting lips of her sex. She leaned into him, awarding him the scent of her arousal. He sniffed gratefully at her sex, and yearned for relief. Ruth would now have him realise the enjoyment of humiliation for the first time.

"Have you ever given up your seed whilst sniffing a woman's bottom? You shall today. It will mark the beginning of your reformation." She turned as the girls moved in giggling. They held him firm as Ruth wiggled backwards and grasped his cock between her silky calves. She bent forward slightly and the blonde girl pushed his head forward. His feelings were mixed as he viewed her glorious arse and had his nose pushed up against her warm anus. The eroticism won over, and he sniffed excitedly at her honeyed rectum. The tangy smell was heavenly and he was coaxed to rock back and forth by two of the girls as they teased his cheeks with the canes. He had never been in a situation like this before and had certainly never been made to sniff a woman's arse. He could not deny it; he was beginning to enjoy being controlled by women for the first time in his life.

Ruth smiled with pleasure as she felt the urgency of his cock thrusting between her calves. She had him just where she wanted him. He did not know it, but she owned him now; the fate of his balls was sealed.

"You will come and you will be punished, you will be taken to a place where you will please me and be educated. You will serve women for ever." He did not understand what she meant, but did not really care at that point. All he knew was that the words made him want to come all the more. He sniffed her arse as he was held by the women, the bonds pleased him all of a sudden, and the older bitch was so superior. He did not want to feel this way, but could not help it.  He thought of her words again as his cock was relentlessly squeezed by those impressive assertive legs. He was on his knees to an older woman, it was all too much.

The girls laughed at him as he grunted, sniffed, and convulsed; he willingly shot his hot mess over Ruth's feet and the floor ahead. His seed was spent, and the seeds of his submission had been sown.

Now sated, he struggled again with his bonds; he was both ashamed and quietly pleased with the experience. Having five grinning women stand above him whilst he was helpless still had him in two minds. The door opened again and another shapely girl came in. She wore a thick veil. She had a wad of cotton wool in her hand. She removed her veil and he was struck with terror. Harriet pulled down a sleeve and showed him her scars. Ruth held his held firm as Harriet stepped up to him. She grinned down with satisfaction as Harriet placed the cotton wool over his nose. It was chloroformed.

"Oh yes, your journey has just begun. We will ensure you repay your debt to all women, most pleasingly." His cock tried vainly to stop becoming erect again as he passed out under the menacing smiles of his captives.

No one took a blind bit of notice when the man who had been in the pub was seen loading a heavy sack into a carriage; no one would take any notice of the fact that Roger Stainforth was no longer part of their lives.



The Mistress of Holt House Ch. 09



True to form, when Stainforth was revived in his new surroundings, he was as cocky as when he had passed out. Ruth was had partly manufactured this as it suited her. She would get great pleasure from breaking him. He was at first made to think that this was still some choreographed game. The women had also drugged him to maintain an air of non-anxiety within his mind; he could not quite remember who had applied the chloroform, though he was sure it had something to do with his past. It was therefore of no consequence to him when he was invited to service the mature headmistress whilst a tethered male looked on.

He had nothing but contempt for the individual who was led on all fours by a huge black woman to eagerly clean up the superbly shaped mature female. He could not help but notice that she received immense satisfaction from this act, referring the cur to his past and keeping the leash tight as she ensured he completed his task thoroughly.

The act was strangely arousing to Stainforth; he did not know why, but he felt a tinge of jealousy at not being in the position of the cur. He noted that the slave who licked at the supreme woman with relish, had no balls and his tiny dick hung limply. This shocked him somewhat; what possible pleasure could he get from this, his enthusiasm was more than apparent. Stainforth was just glad he had his balls; nothing would part him from his, he thought. He was to learn otherwise. 

Fortescue wanted to lick and lap forever. He had waited a long time to once again sample the sweet smell and taste of the woman who had broken him completely, he felt the eyes of the sneering male upon him. He gratefully imbibed the semen he had left within his mistress; this was the taste of a male who would succumb to the pleasures he had undergone. He peeped up at his smiling mistress knowingly, as she smiled down and took great erotic satisfaction in reminding him of how he had arrived at his pathetic surrender to womanhood. He thoroughly enjoyed the reminders as his tongue caressed the very essence of his dominant mistress. This was truly the epitome of his absolute submission.

Stainforth's cock was erect once more as the black woman fitted him with a leash; she ensured he was watching as Ruth did Fortescue the honour of achieving another orgasm through the fruits of his labours. She moaned in absolute ecstasy as her juices flowed forth for her willing slave, ensuring every last drop of Stainforth's gift was made available to him. Her orgasm which could not receive a reply from his limp and useless cock, gave Fortescue the ultimate thrill to his permanent and willing submission. 

Stainforth was now ready again. He looked on in envy as the mature woman, who became more and more attractive to him by the minute, had enjoyed the attentions of the cur. The black woman led a weeping Fortescue away, Ruth having laughed at him as he kissed her feet and telling him he would now be taken to serve a woman who owned a brothel. She then approached Stainforth and commanded he kneel; he did so without hesitation. The power of this woman was undeniable.

She slapped his face twice. His cock remained rigid; what was happening to him? He was finding the situation pleasurable and struggled with his conscience. Another woman entered the room. Harriet smiled at him and showed him his knife.

"You will now become my pet. In six months you will return to this room and serve your mistress in the same state as the lowly male you have just witnessed. You will have asked me to remove your balls with this very knife, having given yourself over to womanhood." He was speechless as he knelt there; the pretty young girl he had frightened now looking supremely dominant. The mature woman asserting her control over him by the minute; he tingled with unsuspected excitement. He was about to speak out in protest when the black woman appeared again. She smiled with satisfaction as she injected him with a little more opiate. Harriet clasped his needy cock and stroked him luxuriously.

"There, enjoy the orgasm you never had when we met before. Make the most of each one you have now, as I intend to have your balls before you know it."

Stainforth duly appreciated a sumptuous orgasm as he gratefully spurted his seed generously as he resigned himself to his ownership by women. He looked at the knife now held by Harriet and began to relish the idea of losing his balls to her; he bucked and spurted at the thought. There would be a popular event at Hapsley Hall very shortly.

Holt House was also a very popular venue for the women. Marcia now jealously guarded and relished her evenings with him; he had regular breaks from his personal tasks with the many eager women of the circle, and his art work was displayed in buildings far and wide. He was kept very busy but remained delighted at having been taken in my Marcia. His entertainment of George, Lottie, Belinda and the ginger cook seemed never- ending, and his appointments with Madame Tara, Lady Barbara, Jenny and Ruth certainly kept him on his toes.

All in all life was very sweet and diverse for him. Marcia often sat with him in the library and his love of Avant-garde novels was indulged regularly. They would talk in depth about the situations he found himself in and very often this would arouse them both exquisitely; she would smile and lead him to the bedroom where the conversation and more would be concluded.

There was to be an eagerly awaited event at Hapsley Hall in October. After which the circle of women were to venture en-masse to India for a holiday; the activities at home would be moth-balled whilst one and all enjoyed the benefits of the Raj. A relative of Lady Barbara's lived in a palatial residence in Poona and this is where they would reside for a couple of months having travelled out on the Portsmouth and Oriental line in luxury he could never have imagined. 

October came and he found himself leashed and kneeling before the glorious Marcia once more, facing the auditorium with countless other male slaves, as the women eagerly awaited the arrival of Ruth, Harriet and especially Stainforth. A great cheer went up as Stainforth was whipped onto the stage by the curvaceous black mistress; she was completely naked and was oiled, so that her gloriously feminine features shone and shimmered as she lashed her charge. Stainforth was now completely submissive and looked about him at the jeering women with exquisite satisfaction. He had learned to enjoy humiliation to the full and relished castration before so many women, who would gain deep erotic satisfaction from the act.

It was so fitting that a girl he had threatened, but had not achieved satisfaction in the final act that had brought him there, should be the one to allow him his final humiliating orgasm before the baying women and then remove his manhood forever.

They had dressed him in a baggy white top, and had caged his cock which bulged against its confining bars. The black mistress delighted in thrashing him with a short whip, making his arses glow and bringing forth tears, increasing his enjoyment as the women sneered at his feebleness before the dominant African. She had him lick her hot and sweaty anus as he awaited his punishment; he savoured every tang and taste as he did so. He had learned to have a healthy respect for this woman and was thrilled to be allowed to please her this way, before an audience of dominant women.

Her anus clean, she made him bend down with his arse in the air, so as to display the balls which would soon be despatched. They had painted them bright yellow, and a dotted line had been tattooed about his scrotum; illustrating where the cuts would be made. The mirrors were placed and applause went round as Ruth and Harriet took to the stage with two white clad nurses. Ruth was naked and simply held a jar; Harriet wielded his knife and was also naked except for a small bib which covered her belly. The bib was finished in navy blue and white stripes, like a small butcher's apron.

She moved to Stainforth and released his cage with a tiny key handed her by his black keeper. His cock emerged, erect and ready for its last delivery of semen.

Stainforth was tied over a flexible whipping bench with a hole in it. Facing the main part of the audience his cock was squeezed through the hole into a tight rubber tube slightly shorter than his length. The audience would see his face as he received punishment, and would view the pink end of his manhood as it was squeezed back and forth through the tube as the bench flexed while he was whipped. They would see his pain, his ecstasy, and witness his last delivery of semen. Ruth positioned the jar under the bench to catch as much of his seed as possible. There would be no speech. He had forfeited his balls and had begged for their removal, having been reduced to a submissive cur by Ruth.

The whipping commenced; his black mistress stepped up and flexed her athletic body wonderfully as she applied the whip. Stainforth bucked and cried as the bench flexed and his body welcomed the divine pain. His cock slid back and forth in the tube and his soon to be removed balls drew back in preparation for the heavenly crescendo. The women laughed and sneered at the contortions his face made under the whip. As the strokes bit home he revelled in the view he had of all those women enjoying his pain. Ruth stepped up for her deliveries and applied the whip with every ounce of vigour she had.

Stainforth wailed like a small child and cried as he flexed in and out of the tube in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. The mature beauty showed him no mercy and her pussy dripped with sweat and excitement when the time came to hand the whip to Harriet.

"I have the whip now Stainforth; I also have your knife and want your balls. You will give yourself up for me now." Without further ado, Harriet launched into her whipping and his back and buttocks stung once more. He was now being whipped by the woman who would remove his balls; the tears flowed and his now numb back and buttocks allowed his cock to fully enjoy the teasing of the tube as he flexed in submission to the lady and whip.

The women in the crowd sensed this and began their slow hand-clap in time with the strokes. The humiliation was now indeed divine for him; his cocked bulged through the tube as the girl who would have his balled whipped him to his last orgasm; the women smiled eagerly as they clapped, some eying his face, the others his urgent and excited glans as it peeped through the tube. Harriet bent to her task and smiled as she applied the punishment with extra vigour as Stainforth moaned and bucked in the throes of ecstasy. He now truly belonged to the women and he knew it, he was going to come and then lose his balls, He was in heaven as the ripples of ecstasy combined with the impact of the lash.

The women taunted as they clapped; he was theirs. Jets of hot semen squirted through the tube as he cried out in absolute heaven. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked his body as he indulged in his own humiliation. The women accentuated the luxury of his final orgasm and they cheered and applauded as the odd loop of hot cream splashed into the jar; soon to be reunited with the balls it had come from.

Now he would lose those balls. The whimpering wretch was dragged to the bench which Ruth now straddled. He would service her with his tongue whilst his balls were removed. Arse up in the stirrups, face down in Ruth's eager sex, he lapped and viewed the mirrors as the nurse arrived smiling with the huge syringe. She handed it to Harriet and pointed to the areas to be injected. Harriet smiled with utter joy as Stainforth moaned when the first jab went slowly and painfully into his scrotum. She applied five more which barely made him flinch, and he applied himself to his mistress's swollen and highly aroused sex.

The nurse made deft slits with a scalpel then showed Harriet the path to slice through sac and tubes. Ruth lifted her body and moaned with pleasure as she readied herself for orgasm. Stainforth lapped in fear and pleasure as he eyed Harriet smiling at him in the mirror; one hand cupping his balls, the other holding his very own knife. Ruth announced her lush orgasm, giving Harriet her signal. She took his balls and with a purposeful thrust and slice of the vicious knife, dispatched his manhood forever. The women screamed and applauded as she held the trophy high, then dumped his balls into the jar with the contempt they deserved. Another male emasculated; the women were delighted. Stainforth's sorry sack was sutured by the smiling nurses; he would now begin his journey to submission in earnest; a post by a bed in Hapsley Hall awaited him. The next time he tasted the dominant Ruth, it would be to eagerly clean away the mess from another male who would follow him. Many men would submit to this cycle; the women would be eternally entertained. As Stainforth's cock assumed its limp status, the Shopkeeper appeared with a spiked loop attached to a plug and short chain; another satisfied customer.

He took in the war air as the small but luxurious ship steamed down toward Suez. Marcia teased him with tales of dominant Asian women and their harems of males, with equally large numbers of eunuchs to service their needs. She had joked she may sell him when over there, as a very good price could be had for white males amongst the Asian women. His cock bulged in his cage at the thought, his plug adding to the erotic notion. He smiled at Marcia as she whispered what she may subject him to, in the cabin later. He smiled contentedly as George and Chastity linked hands with him. His submission to females was heaven on earth; he wondered what India may have in store for him.



The Mistress of Holt House



She had on a full length black silk gown which was tied in the middle. It was apparent she did not have much else on underneath. He could see the full shape of her breasts; the nipples were evident through the silk. He tried not to look but could not keep his eyes from her. Her hair was down and she wore deep maroon lipstick. He had great difficulty in concealing an unwanted but inevitable full erection. 

She was magnificent and he thought he must be in some sort of dream. He had not seen anything like this since a work mate had produced some rather lewd Daguerreotypes of women from a working trip to Paris. She sat down softly next to him. She smelled as good as she looked, crossing her legs showing him a beautiful white calf and delicate ankle. Her small and feminine feet wore soft golden sandals with large heels. She smiled softly and inhaled deeply taking in his scent; her breasts moved under the silk as she did so and she smiled as he could not help but look at them.

"Please don't be shocked. I have a good idea already how you feel about women. You have given me all the right signals so far and I know we will be very close. I want you to choose a book and read to me; open that closed cabinet section just there by the end of the sofa and choose one." He leaned over and opened the door.

Several books hit his eye immediately; 'Justine' and 'Juliette' by De Sade, and there right in front of his eyes- Leopold von Sacher-Masoch; 'Venus in Furs'; he was amazed. He faltered for a moment but was compelled to choose that one. She smiled wickedly at him.

"Good choice; you ARE my kind of man. Now take your gown off; you'll be much more comfortable in your silk alone- it's so warm tonight." He removed the gown and was deeply embarrassed as he could not hide the prominent bulge in his bottoms. She carefully and casually ignored this and pulled him close to her. He was close to erupting as he felt her breast up against him.

"You will read to me now." She said commandingly; "I know you'll like that book; it's a favourite of mine. You'll love the woman in it." He read many pages from the book; she made him skip parts and knew the page numbers of particularly explicit sections. As he got to a certain part he felt her hand caress his penis; he had had relationships with a couple of women before, but this had never happened. She smiled at him.

"You like the idea of a woman being in control of you, don't you?" She said with a straight face and in a matter-of-fact manner. He could not deny it. She got up, and turned her back to him ensuring he had a good view of her round and silky bottom. She then pulled several more books from the cabinet section and sat down with him again. She passed a large book; this was full of pictures of ladies in commanding positions, some with whips and canes, very much in charge of males who were generally at their feet. As he viewed them goggle eyed, she removed her gown and sat naked before him. His erection was now rigid.

"You may take you pyjamas off now. I intend you shall understand your Mistress fully before the hour is out. Don't be scared; you know you want to be naked for me." As he stood shakily, he struggled with the buttons on the shirt but found the single one which held the bottoms undid alarmingly easily; the silk slid over his legs to the floor. She took a pillow and placed it on the floor in front of her.

"Now kneel before me; I shall begin to teach you how to worship women-your superiors- this will be your main task when in the company of my friends." He went down on his knees on the pillow before her. She crossed her legs and he marvelled at the beautiful white thighs before him and wondered at what lay between them. She looked down at him victoriously and his cock bobbed as he truly began to enjoy the feeling of being controlled completely by a woman. She waved he foot at him.

"Take off my sandal and kiss my foot." He did so; even the firm top of her foot had him feeling ecstatic as he readily kissed it many times. She slowly drew it away from him.

"Now you'll have to do the other." She smiled softly at him and slowly and deliberately crossed her legs in the opposite way. He had his first fleeting glimpse of her womanhood. His cock glistened with his lubrication, he was almost panting with desire now. She waved her toes under his nose to regain his full attention to the task in hand.

"You must learn to be patient at all times when you are taken by a woman." She said softly, "some Lady's will punish you if you even look as though you are thinking ahead of the task you have been commanded to perform." He was close to exploding and fought to control his urges and take in everything she taught him; he so wanted to please her.

"I'm so sorry; I just want to please you. Forgive me, please." She smiled kindly at him and pulled his head toward her, kissing his forehead sweetly.

"You are doing just fine; I know you only want to please me and are new to the way of life you will lead from now on. I know what it is you desire to do most for me. You will be rewarded at the end of your lesson if you have pleased me sufficiently." She put her foot down between his legs and gently rubbed the end of his cock with her toes. His balls pulled tightly up and his cock pulsated with pleasure.

"Oh yes, I know exactly what you want to do." She then had him slowly lick her calves and thighs; he strained to peep over the top as he neared her torso and had the first delicate whiff of her arousal. He was now ready to beg for relief. She was also beginning to feel impatient inside. She had yearned to have him like this since she first had that subtle signal that told her he might be submissive to women.

She deftly toyed with her nipples as he licked and worshipped legs he could not have dreamed he would even see. Now was the time. She softly pushed him back and lifted her feet to the chair, holding her ankles back. Now he could see her womanhood in all its glory. His cock dribbled pre-cum, a tear ran down his cheek. She smiled at him from between her knees.

"Now you will learn how to please a woman. Have you heard the term 'cunnilingus'?" he had, but this was something akin to Eldorado in his life; he could only dream of such an act whilst in the wilds of masturbation over some lurid novel. He would readily have allowed her to castrate him first, just for the chance to attempt this. He shook visibly.

"I have Mistress, but have never... Please let me try, I beg you!" She laughed teasingly then beckoned him forward.

"You must use your tongue delicately and start at the bottom of my womanhood and work slowly upwards, if you wish to be invited back again by any woman. When at the top you must lick the little button there. I assure you, you will know if you have pleased your mistress. Come and lick me now!"

He was on the verge of ejaculating as he moved toward her soft warmth and took in the full scent of her superior femininity. He was intoxicated by the sweet scent and she rippled with pleasure at the first delicate touch of his tongue. She was very moist and the taste of her would stay with him for ever. Such was the pleasure he was enjoying in being allowed to do this for her, he forgot about his own bone hard member. He licked and probed the delicate flaps like an expert; he was in absolute heaven. She cooed and sighed; he was doing really well -- this was definitely the tongue of a submissive artist- he would please many of her friends. He found her button.

The little nub of her clitoris made itself very prominent as he fluted his tongue vigorously about it. Her juices dribbled as she viewed her latest acquisition on his knees in heavenly worship of her; she tensed and moaned in victorious ecstasy putting her hand behind his head and pressing his face deep into her luscious folds as she came with gusto.

She collapsed back and enjoyed a few moments as she recovered. He knelt there, wondering if he'd done well whilst licking his lips as he wanted to savour that taste forever. She picked up a bell and rang it. Then she looked down at him and held his face with her hands.

"Oh you wonderful creature! You shall be allowed your pleasure now, but your training must continue." She smiled wickedly at him. She was so pleased. As he knelt there naked and submissively before the mature woman he had just pleasured, the maid Belinda walked in.

She was also naked and beamed at him. She carried a tray with a small towel and a small metal contraption on it. The two women smiled knowingly at each-other. Belinda knelt down and put the tray on the floor. She placed the towel between him and his new Mistress.

"Now you will show us how you worship all women; my maid Belinda has earned her right to watch by simply being female. We will both enjoy your futile act of wasting your seed before women. Begin! We want to see you enjoy your humiliation." He readily began to masturbate in front of the two women. This would have been a very humiliating act indeed, had he not surrendered himself to the women already; he was beyond caring having been treated to sexual delights beyond his wildest dreams.

Marcia pulled her legs back again so he could view her satisfied womanhood, now glistening slick with his saliva. She smiled at him expectantly; she knew he would not keep her waiting. The Maid Belinda toyed gently with herself and eyed both his erect manhood and the contraption; she would have the last pleasure of the evening. She was also warming to the new male's company. He did not know it, but he would keep the maid warm tonight.

He gritted his teeth and took in the full extent of his submission to the woman before him who he knew would now control him forever; he also glanced at the delicate young maid who also witnessed his deep humiliation.

"Give us your seed now. I want to lock you for the night." She whispered. He moaned in absolute ecstasy as he willingly spurted stream after stream of his milky semen onto the towel and floor between he and the gorgeous mature woman he had worshipped with his tongue, The pleasure warped through his body as he stroked over and over, eking out the very last spasm of enjoyment. He knelt there, spent.

Marcia dropped down and kissed him on the lips. Belinda took the towel and wiped his satisfied member, which rapidly shrank. She then took the metal device and eased a ring about the top of his scrotum. His flaccid penis was inserted into the cage like device and it was locked shut with a tiny padlock. There were two keys; one was given to Marcia, Belinda kept the other. Miss Marcia Rendlesham kissed him again.

"Your manhood belongs to me now. You shall not use it without my permission. Please do not fret, you will understand as time passes that this is for your own benefit; you will worship me and the women I choose you to service all the better for being denied. Trust me; I promise you will be richly rewarded on many occasions due to my control." Belinda cupped the cage in her delicate hand and looked impatiently at Marcia, who smiled back.

"I would have liked to have held you captive in my bed tonight, to allow you to contemplate the full realisation of your submission to me and to your new life of servitude to women, but I have been that pleased with your progress I feel I must write to my friends to advertise your availability immediately. You will go with Belinda and do as she pleases as a guest of her bed tonight." He looked at her, his eyes tinged with disappointment. She kissed him fully on the lips.

"Tomorrow, I promise." She said. Belinda produced a collar and leash from somewhere, and had it about his neck in no time. She stood and yanked the leash.

"You're mine now, and I need my bed." She led him away for his first night at Holt House.

TO BE CONTINUED!



The Mistress Reward



He knew how to fix it – the urge that is. It would be simple and probably only take three minutes or so. He could probably do it anywhere, the bathroom, the car, maybe even at his desk. He'd taken care of the urge many times in all of those places and more. But there was a new feeling this time that kept him from it. 

He liked this new feeling. It drove him crazy, but he liked it. It started several months before when he had clicked on a fairly innocent erotic picture that popped up to an adult website. Almost instantly a streaming video clip of two beautiful girls in lingerie fucking with a strapon dildo filled the screen. He had watched for a moment, then closed the screen and instantly another popup with another video appeared – this time a Mistress with a strapon and a pretty girl on her knees sucking on the cock. 

Again after watching a moment he closed the window only to have another popup appear; another strapon video, a man and a woman this time. Uncertain how to end the string of popup videos he powered the computer down. But it was too late, the erotic images were burned into his mind and he knew that the next several days he would be entrenched in the world of porn until he found relief.

He didn't take drugs and only drank socially, but he knew this was an addiction, both physical and psychological. Like a drug, over time the sex addition became stronger and more powerful. The simple erotic images of beautiful woman in lingerie had soon been replaced by kinky and explicit video clips. 

He loved his wife and he loved the sex with her though their sex life was vanilla. And while the climax was always physically satisfying, he seemed to constantly feel a need for something more. He'd tried to introduce toys into their sex life, but his wife was repulsed by them. In time, his kink obsession got the better of him and he began to secretly acquire and play with toys by himself. 

He loved the erotic images of woman in lingerie and began to fantasize about the sexy silky look. He would occasionally take one of his wife's panties to wear under his male clothes while at work. The act was extremely arousing and he quite often found himself masturbating into the silky underwear. He'd read an interesting and erotic article about the male "G" spot and a recommendation for the Nexus prostate massager used in combination with a CB3000 chastity device and he eventually added them to his secret collection.

The strapon videos that he had previously stumbled upon now seemed to haunt him. The Nexus toy, chastity device and various articles of sexy lingerie had became a regular part of his secret kinky play, but the addiction for more was coursing through him and he found himself browsing the BDSM section of a service provider website. It was as if this new feeling inside of him, the urge, had taken control of his body and he became intrigued by the desire for that control to be given to a dominate female with a strapon.

He initially contacted Mistress via email and inquired about a session that might include strapon play. He nervously described his secret kinky life and the strapon fantasy to her when they spoke on the phone. She agreed to see him, but made no promises of how the session might go. And in fact Mistress made it clear that when he entered her domain this became her time. She instructed him to arrive casually dressed in his male clothes wearing the CB3000 and to bring a satchel with the Nexus massager, some favorite lingerie, a wig and any other accessories he thought necessary. 

As he now stood at her door, the urge raging through him, the fantasy began playing in his mind. Time seemed to slow as he lifted his hand and rang the bell. The door opened and he immediately recognized Mistress from the pictures he'd seen of her online. She was stunning, dressed in a leather corset and thigh high boots, her dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders. He awkwardly bowed his head, more out of nervousness than some element of obedience, but his eyes stopped at her mid section and the large flesh like strapon dildo protruding from her. Everything seemed surreal and he barely recognized her words to "enter and strip."

Candles illuminated the entryway but each pathway leading out was shadowed in darkness. He set down the satchel and immediately began to disrobe. The room was comfortably warm, but he still shivered as he stepped out of his pants and removed his shirt exposing the lace crotchless panties that he took the liberty to wear. No words were spoken as he paused for the moment before he finally slipped the panties down his thighs and to his ankles exposing the chastity device encasing his cock. Mistress reached down and caressed his balls gently then lifted the device slightly before letting go causing his cock to fall back to the restricted position. "Kneel and worship my cock," Mistress sternly commanded. 

He dropped to his knees and with his right hand he grasped the base of the cock and slowly pushed his tongue through his pursed lips and across the bottom side of the shaft. He opened his mouth wider and took the head part way in. As he began to accept the cock into his mouth Mistress bumped her hips forward a little causing a slight gag reaction. "I distinctly recall telling you to wear male clothes and you show up in my presence wearing a slutty crotchless panty." She reached behind his head with both hands and pulled him closer while pushing her hips into him forcing the cock deep into his throat. 

After a moment, she released his head pulled her hips and cock back, and then moving behind him she reached in front of his face and draped a pink leather collar across the front of his neck and fastened the buckle in the back. He felt a tug as she pulled on the leash attached to the collar. "Pick up your panties and the bag and follow me," she commanded. 

As they walked down the darkened hallway, the sound of Mistresses boots echoed. With each step of his own, the lock securing the chastity device would clack against the plastic housing encasing his cock. The sounds caused a surge of arousal through his body and he could sense the pressure in his cock as it tried to form an erection but was restricted by the device he wore. 

Mistress opened a door and they entered a room with mirrored closets, a vanity, and a small collection of floggers, crops, and paddles hanging on the wall. Mistress selected a leather crop and flicked it in the air. "Remove the items from the satchel and place them on the vanity," she said. Standing naked in front of the mirrored vanity with the leash hanging from the collar on his neck he opened the bag and removed the crotchless panties and a curly strawberry blonde wig. As he placed them on the vanity he felt the pad of the crop caress against his balls and then suddenly the sting from a pair of swift swats on his butt. 

He felt the pad touch between his shoulders then slide down his back between his butt cheeks and back on his balls. He removed a fishnet bodystocking and was jolted with another swat on his butt. Next he removed a small container of lube and the Nexus prostate massager and as he placed them on the table Mistress applied a quick swat to each butt cheek. He reached to the bottom of the bag and removed the last item, the keys to the lock on the chastity device. As he moved to place the keys on the table Mistress struck him one more time and stated, "Put the keys back in the bag and place it on the vanity table, you won't need them anymore."

Mistress moved to his side placed the crop pad on his lips, picked up the panties, and glanced at the items on the vanity table. "Lube the toy and put it in your ass," she said as she slid the pad down his chest and across the chastity device. He picked up the toy and began to apply a generous amount of lube. With the Nexus toy fully coated he spread his legs slightly and reached behind placing the knob of the toy at his ass. His cock again pushed to form an erection and even lifted a little through the restriction of the chastity device as he pushed on the toy.

Slowly he forced the toy into his ass until it was a little over half way in. As the narrow part passed his sphincter, the muscle seemed to pull on the toy and it easily slid completely in. He could feel the pressure of the toy against his prostate and it created the familiar feeling as if he had to urinate. He flexed his pelvic muscles which caused a pleasurable sensation as the toy pushed harder against the gland. 

"Put on the fishnet," said Mistress. He lifted the bodystocking and allowed it to unfold in front of him. Awkwardly he held the suit, located the opening at the top, and balancing himself slipped each leg into the stocking and pulled it up to his knees. Carefully so as to not rip the fabric he pulled the stocking up over the chastity device onto his stomach and adjusted the garment. He slipped each arm into the sleeves of the stocking and adjusted the garment so that it rested evenly on his shoulders. 

Looking in the mirror, the stocking created the sexy illusion of a large frame womanly figure which contrasted with his short hair and obvious male face. "Now the wig," said Mistress. He placed the wig on his head and the long hair draped over and in front of his shoulders. The shape of the wig and hair slightly obscured his face and now enhanced the womanly figure and femininity of the person in the mirror. "Sit," Mistress commanded. 

He sat on the chair located next to the vanity and Mistress moved in front of him, the strapon cock inches from his face. Mistress reached over to the vanity and picked up a tube of bright red lipstick, then took hold of his chin and tilted his head back. She coated his lips with the makeup and when done grabbed hold of the leash and with a tug once again commanded, "leave the bag and follow me." 

They walked out of the room and back into the hallway. Mistress turned walked to the end and opened a door to a flight of stairs. They descended the stairs into a room full of ropes, chains, cuffs, paddles, floggers, a multitude of sex toys, and many types of furnishing used in bondage and discipline play. The scene was straight out of some of the videos he had watched and fantasized about. The sight of the room, the beauty of Mistress, the strapon cock, the stocking, wig, and toys that he wore made his heart race. The erotic fantasy that he so desired was about to become reality. 

Mistress led him to a padded bench with leather straps on the sides and on each end. "Sit," Mistress said in a soft and sensual voice. As he sat the nexus pushed deep into his ass and against his prostate creating the pleasurable feeling again. "I'm going to fuck your ass with this cock," she said holding the strapon dildo in her hand. "And if you are good, you shall be rewarded." Handing him a condom Mistress said "put this on the cock." He tore open the condom package and rolled it onto the strapon that Mistress held near his face.

"I want you to lay down with your stomach on this bench," said Mistress. She moved to the front and took hold of an arm and secured his wrist in one of the leather straps on the side of the bench. She moved to the other side and did the same then moved to the back and secured each ankle in a similar way. The position allowed him to comfortably rest his body on the bench and his knees on a padded section on each side of the bench while keeping his ass completely exposed. 

She went to the wall and selected a mouth gag. Moving back to the front of the bench she crouched down slightly with her face in front of his. "Open your mouth," she said. She first stuffed the crotchless panties into his mouth then put the ball gag in place. Lifting the curled hair she secured the gag snuggly in place. He could slightly detect the musty pre-cum that he had leaked into the panties from wearing them earlier.

Mistress moved back behind him and with her hands ripped a hole in the bodystocking exposing the Nexus massager in his ass. She took hold of the toy and pushed it up, down and deep into him then slowly pulled it back pausing with the widest part still in his ass. She pushed the toy back in then stroked it back out again so the widest part was still lodged inside of him. She finally withdrew the toy completely, set it aside, and took a position with her hips and the strapon cock behind his ass. The strapon was near 8" in length and substantially wider than his toy. Slowly but deliberately she pushed the cock against his ass. He moaned as the wide head forced his sphincter open. She eased her hips forward filling his ass with the cock. Again he moaned and shifted his body forward as far as it could go trying to avoid the painful penetration. 

Relentlessly, Mistress continued to push as he squirmed then swiftly pulled back and completely out. Again she positioned the cock head at his ass but this time it more easily entered his body. She began to gently rock her hips back and forth stroking just a part of the full length of the cock inside him. She slapped his butt cheek picking up the pace and began to increase the length of each stroke. The pain subsided and began to turn to pleasure as his ass and sphincter began to relax and accept the intrusion. He rocked his own hips back slightly as Mistress began to slow the pace. "You like this don't you, you slutty little whore." She said.

Mistress's pace slowed considerably, but she was now moving nearly the entire length of the cock in and out of him. Pre-cum dripped from the chastity device as Mistress milked the fluid out of his prostate gland. After several minutes of fucking his ass Mistress abruptly pulled the cock out and without saying a word walked out of the room and up the stairs. He heard the door shut and as he lay there in near ecstasy, he wondered what was going on; pondering if perhaps Mistress might retrieve the key to take off the chastity device that he wore.

Several minutes passed and then he heard the door open along with the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. His hair covered his eyes and he struggled to see the boots and body of Mistress and what looked like the body of a naked person behind her. "Come forward," she said obviously speaking to somebody else. A surge of embarrassment flowed through his body as he realized somebody else may likely see him in this state of submission. The embarrassment was quickly replaced by a feeling of anxiety when he recognized that the new stranger in the room was a blindfolded male. 

"Today you shall be rewarded," said Mistress. Was she speaking to him or to the stranger that accompanied her? "It has been 30 days that I've held your key and today you shall be allowed to cum." Mistress kneeled before the man and appeared to be taking hold of his cock. A quiet click was heard and then the voice from Mistress said. "There, you have been released from your chastity. The woman secured to the bench is named Brie and she is in oral training. You may use her mouth for your pleasure."

Mistress moved to the front of the bench, looked into his eyes, smiled and said, "Brie, you will swallow his semen or you shall be punished." With that, Mistress removed the ball gag and panties from Brie's mouth. At once the stranger's body was guided in front of the bench and Mistress placed his erect dick at Brie's lips. The stranger forced his shaft into Brie's mouth and moaned a quiet sigh of pleasure. Brie pulled his head back, but the stranger instinctively moved forward as Mistress simultaneously pushed on the back of Brie's head. The strangers cock was forced deep into Brie's throat and he gagged from the sensation. The stranger adjusted back a little and began a rhythmic stroke with his cock in Brie's mouth; deep enough that the only sounds coming from Brie were muffled moans.

Mistress stood and moved back behind the bench positioning the strapon cock at Brie's ass again. With a quick thrust Mistress shoved the strapon back into Brie's ass and began a similar rhythm of strokes that the stranger was performing in Brie's mouth. Brie felt a wave of panic at the sudden unexpected change of events. Here he lay secured to the bench with absolutely no escape possible and a male cock was fucking his mouth, his balls slapping on Brie's chin, and the pleasurable feeling of Mistress's strapon stroking his ass and prostate. Suddenly the stranger grabbed the back of Brie's head and thrust his dick deep. He moaned loudly and a warm sensation began to fill Brie's mouth as the stranger's cock began to pump surges of semen. The stranger's voice moaned in obvious ecstasy while his body gyrated several times squirting his seed. The stranger pulled back then pushed forward again with his hips stroking the entire length of his engorged cock in Brie's mouth. The stranger's movements began to slow but with each pulse of pleasure, he stroked his cock in and out of Brie's mouth. His body shook and quivered, his breathing heavy, mixed with intermittent moans as he experienced the final sensations of his orgasm.

With the large cock still in his mouth and substantial seminal fluid, Brie had no choice but to swallow the salty cum. The stranger took hold of the base of his cock and squeezed down the shaft as he withdrew his now flaccid member from Brie's mouth. A large dollop of cum formed as the stranger's hand squeezed to the end of his cock. "Lick the last drop of cum off Brie," said Mistress. Brie had nearly forgotten about the ass fucking he was receiving during the stranger's orgasm. Mistress pushed hard into Brie's ass causing his whole body to move forward and his lips to touch the dollop of cum. As Brie's head shifted back a long strand of stringy cum connected him with the stranger's cock head. Brie's mouth opened and his tongue brushed across the end of the stranger's dick cleaning the last droplet. 

Mistress pulled the strapon from Brie's ass and moved in front of the bench next to the stranger. "Your reward is complete," she said seemingly speaking to both the stranger and Brie at the same time. Mistress reached up and removed the blindfold from the stranger and said, "return to your quarters." The stranger looked down at Brie and his smile turned to perplexity as he looked at the husky body dressed in the stocking. As the stranger ascended the stairs, Brie could see the uncertain look on his face as he pondered the appearance of the person who had just pleasured him and received his cum.

Mistress removed the bindings securing Brie and said, "It is time for you to leave. Collect your belonging and go immediately." With that Mistress handed Brie the Nexes massager and crotchless panties, tugged on the leash and began to climb the stairs. With Brie clumsily following behind, Mistress opened the door at the top of the stairs and tugged again as she briskly walked down the dark hall to the candlelit entryway. The front door was opened and Brie was barely able to pick up the clothing and shoes that were laying on the entryway floor as Mistress made a final tug on the leash guiding Brie out the door. The door shut and in a panicked voice Brie said, "the key, the bag." The sound of the lock being engaged could be heard and a shiver went through Brie's body as he stood there still wearing the collar and leash, the wig, the bodystocking, the chastity device, and a bittersweet taste in his mouth.



The Mistress, Sara and Me



I went to one of my favorite dance clubs to relax and maybe meet someone new. I had no idea what was in store for me that night. Shortly after arriving, I saw this tall, beautiful redhead and I asked if she'd like to dance. Several songs later, we had both worked up a sweat and she asked if I'd like to go back to her place. I smiled, thinking about how great it would feel to fuck this girl, and I told her that I'd love to go home with her.

When we got there, she told me not to be too shocked by what I see when I get inside. At that, I was immediately curious and my cock began to swell and press against my tight jeans. She turned the key and opened the door, and as I followed her inside to the dimly lit living room, I saw a figure against the opposite wall. I took a deep breath, and the scent of candles and sex filled my senses.

As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I realized that the figure was another woman. She was naked except for some thick leather straps criss-crossing her chest and what appeared to be leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles which binded her to the wall.

She turned and looked toward us, smiling sheepishly. "Hello Mistress, I'm glad you're home. I have to pee soo bad!"

Upon hearing the word mistress, I realized that I never got the name of this woman that I went home with, and my mind started spinning at the possibilities of what this means.

"Well, you'll just have to wait a bit longer," the mistress told the other woman. "I brought a friend home tonight and you need to meet him first and make him feel welcome."

The bound woman turned her head toward me, smiling. "Hi there. I'm Sara. I'm sorry that I was so rude when you got here. It's very nice to meet you."

I hadn't noticed, but in the few moments it took to respond, telling the girl that my name was James and that it was nice to meet her too, the woman who brought me home had taken off her clothing and stood directly behind me with a riding crop in hand.

As I started to turn around, I heard the thwap of the riding crop strike my ass through my jeans and the pain immediately followed. "Ow! What the...!" The riding crop struck my ass again, harder this time and the woman standing behind me said, "Don't turn around or it will be a lot worse next time." I was at once angry that this woman had hit me so hard, and at the same time I was even more curious as to what lay in store for me. My cock throbbed against my jeans, and I obeyed her and kept facing forward.

"From now on you will refer to me as Mistress and I will call you slave. Do you understand?" The woman said in a stern, but extremely sexy voice. Wanting to both play along and see where this was going, and at the same time wanting to avoid any more pain I said, "Yes, Mistress." My eyes met Sara's and I saw a look of concern on her face. She said nothing.

"Now, you take off your clothes and walk over to my pet, Sara. You stand facing her, but do you are not to touch her."

I did as I was told and walked over to the gorgeous brunette girl that was tied, arms and legs spread, to the wall. Almost as soon as I stopped walking, I felt a hand grab hold of my right wrist and then my left. Before I even knew what was happening, my hands were tied together behind my back and I immediately knew that I couldn't get out these handcuffs even if I had wanted to. I swallowed, hard, and kept facing forward, my eyes now taking in the beauty of Sara's body as I looked her up and down.

"Kneel," the Mistress said. I knelt. No sooner than my knees hit the ground, I felt cords wrap around my ankles and then my feet were bound together as well. At eye level in front of me, was the wispy tuft of Sara's pubic hair, trimmed just short enough so that I could see the pink line that hid just underneath.

I could smell Sara's pussy from here, and my mouth began to water. The next thing I knew, I felt a hand against the back of my head and I was shoved forward.

"Now, I want you to lick her pussy, slave. And you better do a good job of it, too. I'll know if you're not trying hard enough."

Those words couldn't come soon enough for me as my lips parted and my tongue darted out and parted Sara's lips. Her taste was at once both pungent and sweet. Her smells and taste entranced me and my inhibitions faded away as I lapped at her pussy as a hungry animal would a fresh meal. I licked her up and down, my tongue moving in circles around her swollen clit and then darting in and out of her as her body trembled and she let out a soft moan.

"You may go now, Sara," the Mistress said, and as Sara replied, "Thank you, Mistress," and let out a sigh of relief, I felt a gush of warmth hit my mouth and chin. As Sara continued to let her bladder go, I felt the hand against the back of my head again, holding me there and pushing me further into the warm stream as the piss splashed off of my cheeks and nose and ran down my neck.

All I could think to do was continue pleasuring this woman orally while the stream became a trickle and eventually ceased. Moments later, I felt Sara's body shudder and tremble again as she let out a much louder series of moans. She was cumming, and as I continued to furiously flick my tongue at Sara's clit all that I could think of was that I hoped I had pleased my new Mistress, because if I had, maybe she would let me do this again.



The Mistress Shares



The Mistress is beyond sexy. I cannot stop gazing upon her exquisite form. The shape of her ass entices me like nothing else. I love the way it looks, love the way it teases me with the hope of spying that tiny snatch between those perfect cheeks, but just at the last second it denies me the privilege of a direct view. That is unless she knows I'm looking. I see her stretch a little bit more to reveal the folds of delicate skin around her sex, a mass of pussy and panty lines that makes my member twitch in anticipation. I see her turn to acknowledge my looking. There is an evil smile on her face as our eyes meet. She is aroused at my helplessness and she wants to quench my desire to touch her. I see her squirm as the thick lubrication slides out of her pussy lips and into her panties. I want to taste her. I sense that her sex is swollen and in dire need of attention.

She beckons to me to follow her. We enter the small room and I walk up behind her and eagerly grab her fabulous ass with both hands. She throws her head back with abandon, her hair flowing through the air as if in slow motion, exposing her tender neck to me. I inhale the scent of her skin and hair. The light sweet scent drives my passion to new heights. I can't believe this scrumptious specimen of a woman allows me to touch her. I whisper to her how hot she is and she moans into my ear. This makes me even more aroused. I feel her quiver in response to my hands on her lithe waist. I savor the flatness of her stomach as I again slowly venture down her waist to her panties. We are on fire with lust for one another like two animals in heat. 

She has told me earlier that I may not touch her but only watch for she is concerned that my touch will prevent her from stopping me before we chance to go too far. My begging for an opportunity to touch her shaved slit has broken her resolve and she relents to my caress. Our excitement grows as my fingers discover her delicate lips. I slowly slide my digit down the hot wrinkled flesh till I find my prize. She is indeed soaked down below as she has promised. I feel a shock run through my body as I discover her moisture which is in response to my fondling. I feel my cock begin to grow in anticipation. I whisper into her ear that I cannot wait to penetrate the burning hole later as she has promised. She can no longer resist me. "Do it now," she utters from somewhere deep within and simultaneously reaches around cupping my buttocks to pull me closer to her. I wriggle to releases my now hardening dick from the captivity of my underwear in hopes that I may slide it up and down the crack of her ass and dry hump her while my middle finger slides unopposed into her wet pussy to the third knuckle. She gasps as I enter her steamy, slippery gash. I slide it in and out of her savoring how hot she is for me at this very moment, allowing me to do what she earlier forbade me from doing. 

The Mistress is pleased. I slowly remove my finger from inside her and eagerly raise it to my nostrils to inhale her scent. My body quivers as I recognize the sweet perfume of her sex. After I deeply inhale her several times charging my nervous system to its limit I plunge my finger into my hungry mouth to taste her. Ahh, my Mistress tastes delectable. I tell her how pleasing her lubrication is to my tongue. We are suddenly interrupted from our encounter. I disengage from her and reluctantly walk away, leaving her to adjust her under garments which are now sticky with her juices. I secretly savor her aroma on my finger which causes my member to twitch longingly every time I inhale. She has promised me a show later if I am good. She will allow me to watch her masturbate, but I am not guaranteed the chance to participate. Once again she is concerned her passion may ignite if I touch her and we may go too far. I wait in anticipation running the sweet memory of what has just transpired through my head, an ever present wicked smile upon my lips and pre-cum on the head of my cock.

I have waited patiently, surviving on intermittent grabs of her firm ass when no one is around. She takes every opportunity to bend over enticingly in front of me so as to enjoy how weak her body makes me. I slide my middle finger against her pussy through the material of her pants and she pushes back against it making it enter her hot crevice. I need her so badly. When the time has come she again summons me to our little room. I melt when she calls me Lover. That is what I have dreamt of being and the Mistress has made that dream come true. My brain is overwhelmed with stimulation. She beckons to me and I sit in front of her as she pulls her tight pants down slightly to reveal the sexy panties she has chosen for me to see as she exposes herself to me for the first time. I am hypnotized as I grab hold of the panties and slowly slide them down to reveal black panties just sheer enough to see her ravishing labia. I am paralyzed as I feast my eyes on her beautiful pussy lips. The Mistress allows me to fondle and touch her naughty bits through the material that separates me from my prize. My heart is pounding as I cautiously lower her silky panties to reveal her sex in all its glory. It is almost more than I can bear and my eyes are wide as I drink in the sight of her. She has the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen in person and I feel a shiver run throughout my body as my eyes devour it. She leans back on both of her hands and thrusts her sex towards my face. 

I tell her over and over how incredibly hot she is. I look up at her face to see her looking down approvingly at me. I am drowning in the thought of her. I cautiously touch her wrinkled slit and she jumps in reaction to my fingers on her sensitive labia. I begin to slide my index finger up and down her. I slide lower trying to find the opening to her steamy, wet hole. I am surprised at how long her lips travel down to where I can no longer see. But my hand senses her vaginal opening as the skin grows hotter the closer it gets to the prize. At long last I find the slippery hole and slide my finger inside her. She moans loudly as she impales herself on my hand all the way to the fourth knuckle and begins to slide up and down, slowly shoving it in and out of herself. She moans from deep within her as she enjoys my thick finger. I remove it and quickly bring the slippery digit to my nose to deeply inhale her feminine musk. My dick stands at attention immediately. After several deep breathes I am drunk with her scent and I start sucking her juice into my mouth from the wet finger. I immediately replace it with my middle finger deep inside her steamy hole. She rides it up and down moaning in delight which drives me insane. I can barely control myself from plunging my face into her and sucking her long labia into my mouth. I need her like a drug, my sexy Mistress who shares her perfect body with her Lover. 

Suddenly there is a knock at the back door and our fun is interrupted yet again. She commands me to wash my hands because she can smell her pussy aroma on my hand. I reluctantly agree, although I was planning to save her woman perfume for later when I will be stroking my hard cock to the memory of this fiery interlude. My lovely Mistress for whom I burn with desire quickly pulls up her panties and adjusts her sopping crotch. There is none like her.



The Mistresses'  Pets



It had started like any other day. At the appointed time to serve her, I followed my mistress into the chamber where she told me to get ready. I took off my clothes and kneeled naked in front of her with my head bowed starring at the floor in front of me. I did not know that my mistress had something special in mind for her amusement that day.

I could see the toes of her long leather boots as she stood in front of me. I knew from following her into the chamber that she was wearing her long leather trench coat which was as black as her hair. As she circled round me ensuring that I was clean and well manicured as she demanded I could her tapping her favourite crop against her thigh. When she was behind me I heard the footsteps of her boots on the wooden floor, then the footsteps stopped.

"Slave," she sighed, "Do you own a pair of scissors?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

"And do you have the mental capacity to know how to use them?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress," I answered.

"Then why," my mistress demanded, "are you toe nails so fucking long?" 

I hadn't realised they were but thought back and calculated that it had been over a week since I had trimmed them. "I'm sorry Mistress," I said apologetically.

"That," she stated, "will be ten lashes."

I assumed my position on all fours with my face to the ground and offered my bottom, raised in the air, for punishment.

The first stroke stung the flesh on my buttocks as she brought the crop down on my behind, making a lovely smacking sound.

"One. Thank you Mistress."

The next eight strokes were applied with equal venom before the final stroke of admonishment was delivered with even more force.

"Ten, thank you Mistress you are so kind," I said as I breathed heavily.

My checks were tender and burning and I felt as warm inside as they felt.

I stayed in position as my Mistress walked over to the other side of the room and picked up a dog lead with a leather collar and a silver coloured link chain from a hook on the wall.

"This will be useful," she said. "Lift you head up."

I did as I was told and she fixed the collar round my neck.

She stood in front of me, "Now it's time for walkies." 

A jerk of the chain and I was down on all fours paddling along behind here as she strode to the other end of the chamber. When she reached the wall she turned and strode back as I struggled to keep up with her brisk pace. 

She stopped at the end of the room where our walk had started and I stopped on all fours a couple of feet behind her.

"Lets see the doggie do a trick. Beg for me," my mistress demanded. She yanked the chain up and I sat up on my hunches, looking up at her, my arms bent at the elbow up by my side and my two 'paw' hands bent down obediently.

"Now on your back for me."

I went down on my back, legs up and bent at then knee, my arms still bent at the elbow.

Standing where my feet would have been were they not raised above the ground she looked down at me, her dark brown eyes staring into mine. Slowly she bent over and put the end of the crop gently under my chin. Then steadily she moved it down my neck, going down across my chest over my stomach moving slowly but inexorably towards my cock and balls. She used the leather to gently manipulate my penis which was lying flaccid on my stomach. She gently flicked my member left and right and at the same time the leather caressed my shaft. I could feel my cock start to stiffen as she moved down and massaged my balls with the end of the crop running it carefully and deliberately over my ball sacks before putting the shaft of the crop between my bum crack and rubbing the end of the crop against my scrotum and my arsehole. My cock grew and hardened, something which hadn't escaped the notice of my mistress.

"Doggies got a bone has he..?"

She firmly spanked my prick with the crop, leaving it numb for a few seconds.

"Well. I've got a surprise for you, you dirty little slave dog."

She pulled at the lead and caught me off balance almost dragging me to the wall where there was a catch to tie the chain up. The crop was brought down on the right check of my bottom. Renewing the stinging sensation I had experienced earlier.

"Kneel," My mistress commanded.

I knelt , with my still stiff prick pointing up at me as I stared down at the floor.

"You are to stay like that until I return," she ordered. With that she walked out of the door shutting it behind her.

It was difficult to tell how long my mistress was away. My erection went and I started to think about what this 'surprise' might be. No doubt it would be something for her amusement and my humiliation. Eventually after running through a number of scenarios and possibilities in my head I was aware of a shuffling noise from outside the room, together with the footsteps of my mistress. After a pause the door opened and in came my mistress. She was holding a lead identical to the one which had me tethered to the wall. At the end of the lead was a collar and the collar was around the neck of a girl, she looked in her late twenties with pale skin. She was holding a toy rubber bone in her mouth, I could not see the rest of her face as her long hair covered most of it and anyway I quickly remembered my place and returned my gaze to the floor as my mistress requires.

She lead the girl round and when she was in front of me mistress stopped her. The girl was on all fours with her pale bottom in front of me. Mistress went and got a chair and sat down to the side of us.

"Well what do doggies do when they meet?" Mistress said. "They sniff each other, so what are you waiting for?"

I moved forward and put my nose close to the girls buttocks, I could smell her feminine scent as I sniffed. "Get a really good sniff of this bitch," commanded my mistress, and she got of her chair and pushed my face into the girls arse, my nose pressed up against her arsehole. "Lick her."

My tongue pushed against the pink rosebud of her anus and I felt my fellow dog twitch as I gently rimmed round her arsehole before pushing my tongue harder against it trying to force is way inside. Then I moved down and began to run my tongue over her the lips of her vagina. Slowly licking her pussy lips I pushed my tongue into her pussy, she was moist and the taste of her juices made me flick my tongue harder. She let out a moan and this together with the sweet taste of her cunt stiffened my member so that it was now achingly hard again. I buried my tongue in her pussy as she rhythmically rocked back and forth moaning as I rubbed against her clit and then deeper inside her. I was lost in the taste and feel of her warm wet pussy, my face buried between her buttocks as she rocked lightly back and forth as I explored inside her with my tongue.

A firm pulling of my leash took me away from the girl. I knew that Mistress had been watching me pleasure her 'bitch'. "That's enough!" she ordered in a firm calm voice.

"You two are a couple of filthy mongrels. You can only think of one thing, the stupid little doggies that you are. You are incapable of finer or deeper thoughts, unlike myself.

"Your behaviour is what I would expect from a dog and a bitch such as yourselves. I could punish you and teach you to rise above your base desires. However I will let you continue to act as animals for my amusement."

"Right, time to give the dog a bone, or in this case time to give the bitch the doggies bone - doggy fashion. Lets see you."

The girl was still on all fours he pussy invitingly glistening with her wet juices and my saliva. My cock was still rock hard as I crawled over from a couple of feet away and then moved up onto my knees behind her. Her ass was invitingly in front of me and she gave a glance back to see if I was ready to fuck her. The tip of my member pushed against her pussy lips and then rub against her clit. I slide my cock further in to her tight wetness. Her warm wet cunt felt good and I slowly began to fuck her, deeper and deeper inside her with my prick.

I heard my mistresses stilettos behind me, then a swish and a stinging on my arse checks as she whipped me with her crop. "Fuck her hard like the randy dog you are," I was told. So I thrust hard and deep the full length of my cock sliding in and out of her with my balls slapping hard against her backside. The girl arched her back and sighed deeply as I thrust hard into her snatch increasing the tempo. Mistress grabbed her hair and forced the girl to look at her. "You can't get enough cock can you, you bitch whore?" she asked.

"No Mistress," the girl gasped. "I love cock, Oh Yes! I need it in my fucking cunt!" she exclaimed.

This had the effect of me fucking her harder and quicker, she began to gasp and moan and her body began to quiver as she started to cum, crying out as she climaxed. I could fell my balls ready to shoot their load inside her. I thrust my prick hard several more times and then felt my cum explode into her sweet wet pussy. My jism shooting again and again into her as I shuddered with an intense orgasm. I wanted to keep my member in her sweet tight pussy but mistress pulled me off her. My still hard cock had droplets of cum dripping from it. Mistress turned the girl around on all fours to face me. Without hesitation the girl greedily put her mouth round my cock and began sucking my shaft and then taking it out of her mouth she flicked her tongue over my bell-end making sure that she gobbled up every last drop of my seamen she could find. 

After deliberately ensuring that she had ingested every bit of cum that hadn't ended up in her twat my fellow fucker took most of my cock in her mouth and began to suck it gently up. It felt as good as when I was buried deep in her pussy, her soft mouth gently massaging my penis.

"Right. That is enough." Mistress spoke firmly and the girl moved back and released my cock from her mouth without looking up at me. "As you know, neither of you are worthy enough, and never will be worthy enough, to pleasure your mistress in such a fashion. However mistress understands your basic animalistic needs. I think the least both of you can do is thank me for arranging for you to satisfy you carnal desires."

In near unison we both bowed our heads and said "Thank you mistress."

"You may lick my boots," declared our mistress.

Both the girl and I crawled forward and began to lick mistresses shiny highheeled leather boots, the girl licking the right boot whilst I busied myself on the left. Our tongues, which only a short time ago had been busy pleasuring each others sex where now busy in the familiar task of licking our mistresses footwear.

As the girl enthusiastically ran her tongue over the toe of mistresses shiny right boot I knew that she was thinking the same as me - how lucky I was to serve such a wonderful mistress and how I worshipped and served her and only her and would always do as she commanded.