2 comments/ 21574 views/ 6 favorites The Warehouse By: TheArcticFox I pushed open the worn metal door. There was very little light in the warehouse, only a stream of dust mote choked sunlight came in from the skylight window. It formed a pool of dim light in the middle of the room where a metal cage of construction scaffolding rested. It was too dark to see anything beyond that pool of light, but a furtive scuffle tells me something is moving deep within the abandoned building. Was this the right address? He had called me an hour before, to clear my schedule for the afternoon and meet him here. "Don't be late," He had instructed, "And be sure to wear your high-heeled sandals." "Hello?" I call into the darkness. I got no reply. I crossed the threshold, curiosity overpowered fear. This is a bad neighbourhood after all, lots of unsavoury types about. Without thinking, I pushed the door shut behind me. It closed with an echoing clang. I approached the pool of light, my high heels clacked loudly in the empty warehouse. I stopped at the edge of the light, trying to peer deeper into the darkness on the other side. The hairs on the nape of my neck rose. An almost animalistic instinct warned me that something was staring back at me, even though I couldn't actually see anything. I shook my head, and I was about to turn and leave. "Stop. Don't turn around." I froze. Perfectly still. It took a moment for me to realise that it was his voice. It was different though, more like a low growl than anything else. "What are you-" I started to say. "Silence." He snapped, "Now, take off your shirt." "What-" "I will not ask twice!" He yelled, so forcefully that my body shook with fear. It's okay. I told myself, He's just playing silly-buggers, he won't hurt me. I smiled slightly, fine, I'll play with this kinky little game. The shot of adrenaline from the first fright heightened my senses for a few seconds. The dirty cement on the ground, the dusty air, the rusted scaffolding, the risque location, the scuffling...something; it was all so very sordid. I unbuttoned my blouse, at first my hands were still shaking from the shock, but then I thought I'd have some fun with this. I slowed down, taking my time on each button. I could sense his eagerness welling up behind me. In any case, a game takes two. I shrugged my shoulders out of the blouse, slipped my arms out of the sleeves and tossed it behind me. I hoped it fell against him, giving him a scent of my perfume. I stood with my back straight and shoulders square, I'll be a good little soldier. "Drop your skirt." He ordered. I undid the front clasp of my skirt and let it slip off my hips a little. I bent forward, legs straight, ass out and let it slowly caress my thighs as it came down. Oh, he would be eager to start now and drop this game. How could he control himself? My tanned skin, round ass and firm thighs were always my little boy leash. I slowly straightened again, giving him plenty of time to admire me. I flicked my head up, letting my long black hair catch some of the daylight. At last I then stepped out of the crumpled dress. Next, I reached up behind me with my right hand to unclasp my black bra. "Stop. I did not tell you to do that." I froze for a second. Okay, what are you doing? I stood at attention again, waiting. Paranoia crept into me again. I really couldn't see beyond the pool of light, not with the midday sun shining above me, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I blinked the thought away. I was almost naked in an alien place, and he was watching me of course. I heard his heavy footfalls behind me, echoing in the room. Something fairly heavy slapped onto my left shoulder. I glanced down at it. It was a thick leather blindfold. "Put it on." He said quietly. I hesitated, "Let me explain something. You are alone here. Nobody can hear through these thick walls. Disobey, and be punished. Submit, and be rewarded." "Wait-" I tried to sound in control, but my voice waivered. "You are already in trouble for taking your time with your blouse." As he promised, he didn't ask a second time. My hands were starting to tremble again, my heart fluttering in my chest. I took the blindfold off my shoulder and strapped it around my eyes. The ominous pool of light shrouded out of sight. I wanted nothing more than to be able to see it again. Instead, I just had a sea of infinite blackness before me. I was in a cavern, an infinite gallery of darkness and unknowns. What would be waiting for me here? His footsteps circled me. Despite everything, I swear I could feel my nipples hardening, my cunt almost quivered in anticipation. He had stopped in front of me. I could hear his steady breathing. A cold slip of leather wrapped around my neck and tightened slightly. I felt his fingers pinching at the buckle. The collar was in place. He tugged at the lead, making me follow him forwards, into the light that I couldn't see anymore. My own breathing was quickening as I felt ever more vulnerable, almost bare to the world in broad daylight. We stopped at what I guessed was the middle of the pool of light, under the metal scaffolding. He grabbed the lead where it connected to the collar and pulled me up to his face. I had to teeter on my toes, my arms flapped out to keep my balance. "I said that you would be punished if you disobeyed me." He smirked. "I haven't disobeyed you." I pleaded. "You were not given permission to remove your bra. And don't you know how to address your master?" "Uh-ah...sir?" I hazarded a guess. "'Uh-ah sir'?" He mocked, shaking the leash violently. My balance swung from one foot to the next. I nearly fell over, but he dragged me back up by the lead. "Sir!" I wailed. He released the lead. "Raise your arms to your sides." He said, turning to my right. I did so. A few moments later I felt a strap wrap around my right wrist and tighten. My right ankle was strapped and tightened. His footsteps passed in front of me to my left, and strapped in my left arm and leg as well. He walked away from me, behind me, it sounded like he was beyond the pool of light. The sound of leather straps rubbing against rusted pipes resonated in the room. The straps binding my wrists and ankles pulled away from me, opening me up, spread-eagle. His footsteps approached me again from behind. A short whistle cut the air, and the hot slap of a belt across my back. I yelped in shock, my body contracted in, muscles tensing, but I was going nowhere. I couldn't escape the restraints, I couldn't run, I couldn't shield. I grit my teeth. The belt hurt. I could feel the red warmth flowing up to my skin. "Ten strokes for acting without my consent and five additional strokes for improper address." He meted out my sentence. "That's not fair!" I cried, "You didn't tell me so...sir!" I added just in time, I could imagine him on the verge of adding another five for a second infraction. "Fair? You want fairness?" He laughed, "There is no fairness. No justice. There is just you and me. Powerful and powerless. Use this time to work out which one you are. Additional five strokes for dissent." He picked at the edges of my panties around my ass, pulling them up and out of the way of the flesh, letting them slip into my crack, "Now, count from one." The strokes landed at an even pace. They covered my back and ass in red prickling warmth. After the initial shock of the belt had worn off it didn't seem so painful, a moment's sting and then the pleasurable tingling warm afterglow. But I knew he wasn't using his full strength as this was only my first transgression. I finally counted out the twenty strokes. The strokes stopped, I heard him breathing behind me. The belt tip drawing circles on the concrete floor. He walked up to me, placed his chin on my shoulder and whispered, his breath brushing strands of my hair over my cheek and ears. I felt the restraints at my ankles give some slack, but I didn't move my feet. "I will give you a minute to think about what, exactly, your situation is." He walked away. I heard another metal clang open and shut. His footsteps vanished. I dropped my head and my body sagged against the restraints. My back and ass still tingled. To my surprise, my panties were soaking wet, and my nipples were straining to poke through my thin bra. It was deathly silent now. No other breathing, no footsteps, I hardly dared to make a sound. He really had left me alone here. I pulled at the restraints, how well could they have been tied on? I pulled with all my might, but after a few minutes I had to give up, it was pointless. I had only hurt my wrists by straining, probably rubbed red by now. I sagged down again. I had once read about torture. It had been a mild fascination at university. One philosopher had described it as "the two-way battle of attrition that fully revealed a person in their nakedness. The torturer, a beast of voraciousness and devilry. The tortured, a beast of servility and sycophancy. And how easy it is for the roles to be reversed despite mutual revulsion!" I shook my head at the blackness. He wasn't a beast, he wasn't the devil. We had been together for so long. I knew he was the dominant type, and I liked that. I just couldn't believe that this had been lurking inside him for so long. "What is this?" He suddenly growled right at my ear. I recoiled in terror, but the straps kept me put. "Stand up straight!" I hadn't heard him move or the door open again. I stood up as straight as I could, bringing my legs together, taking up all the slack that was given. My heart hammered in my chest and my legs were shaking with fright. He started circling me again. God, please not the belt again! It still tingles... "What are you?" He asked. The question caught me by surprise. My mouth open and shut a few times before I answered. "I am powerless, sir." I said. He stopped circling. I don't think he was expecting that answer. "Good." He sighed, and continued pacing, "I will generously overlook your tardy posture in lieu of your...enlightenment. Now, open your legs." He had hardly finished speaking as I felt the ankle restraints pulling in the slack, forcing my legs apart. "Th-thank you, sir." His fingers caressed down my back, running up and with the lightest of touch. Against the red flesh it felt so soothing, I gave a tiny gasp of pleasure. I had been in such anticipation for the pain that the gentleness really was a surprise. I realised that it was only one hand that was touching me. He was still holding something. The belt again? I didn't feel so afraid now. It wasn't that bad, really, I assured myself. There was just a little sting, and then the tingling. His fingers stroked my waist, my hips, and ran slowly over my butt. Goosebumps rose on my skin. He broke contact with me and continued walking around me, in the opposite direction. Crap, was it the opposite direction? I had lost my orientation for a moment. I shook my head to clear it. It didn't help. "Do you know what the powerless are, to the powerful?" He asked, stopping in front of me. I had to think for a second. "Toys, sir?" I guessed again, if I was wrong, I would be belted. If I was right...what? The gamble made my pulse thump. "Toys! Ha! Toys, yes. You are toys. Slaves might be a better description, but toys will be fine, my pet." I sighed in relief. My muscles, that I hadn't realised were tensed, relaxed. He stepped close to me, suddenly I felt a cold piece of metal on my shoulder. Was that a knife? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My tired muscles flexed again, trying to get away, but completely failing. "Hold still." His whisper was as cold as ice. The blade slipped under my bra strap, and cut it apart. He did the same on my other shoulder. He reached behind me and unclasped it; the bra fell to the floor. My breasts were heaving from the panic. Was he crazy? "Open your mouth." He ordered. I did as I was told, and he placed two fingers on my tongue. "Suck them. Show me how much you like to suck and guzzle." I sucked on his fingers, stroking my tongue along their side. I lunged down on them, taking them as deep as I could, and held it there for a second. As I pulled back up I ran the very tip of my tongue along their underside. I pulled my head back until they were out my mouth, and I danced the blade of my tongue on the tips of his fingers. I licked the shaft of his fingers again before stuffing them back down my mouth with an eager moan. I had to please him. I would be punished otherwise. He pulled his fingers out. I tried to reach out for them with my mouth, pleading for more. He ever so lightly ran his fingers down my throat, between my breasts, down my stomach, over my navel and down to my soaking panties. With his other hand he gripped the top of them, and tore them off with a sharp yank. His wet fingers glided over my wet cunt, and slowly stroked the top of the labia. My hips shuddered and surged forwards, begging for more, but he cruelly kept just ahead of my hips. He was slow and patient, painfully patient. He came forwards and brushed his lips against mine. I didn't know if I was allowed to kiss him. I didn't risk trying. He touched our noses together, and at last he slipped his fingers into my waiting cunt. He stroked up and down, generously penetrating a little deeper with every stroke. He twisted his fingers inside of me, finding new, primed and sensitive flesh to stroke. I moaned as I felt the waves of pleasure spread upwards from my crotch. He curled his fingers in a come-hither motion, petting my g-spot. "Oh, fuck..." I breathed as it throbbed with pleasure. My toes curling with pleasure at my reward for obedience. He pulled his fingers out of my cunt, "No, please sir, more." I implored. I felt a tug at my leash as he pulled my head downwards, as he did so the arm restraints gave some slack, tightening again as my torso hung parallel to the ground. "Don't you dare bend your knees!" He barked. My knees immediately straightened, my hamstrings stretched. The leash had been attached to something, so I couldn't straighten my body again. But my weight was supported by the wrist straps. It almost felt like I was floating. He quickly moved behind me, and ran the length of his finger along the length of my cunt, and wagged it swiftly from side to side, the tip of his forefinger stroking at my clit. After a few minutes of it I couldn't contain myself. "Aah!" I wailed as the pleasure washed over my entire body, every neuron on fire. Nobody had ever done that to me before. I had to take deep swallowing breaths between my wails. My knees buckled in. "No!" His left hand spanked my stretched out ass hard, I whimpered at the pain, "Straighten your legs!" I barely managed to comply, "And you had better ask permission before you cum!" "Yes sir!" I managed, "Please sir, can I cum sir!" "No, not yet." He increased his tempo, I had to grit my teeth and groan, my hands clenched and unclenched as I tried to keep control of myself. I was either going to cum or piss myself, either way I was seconds away from release. "Please sir! Master, I beg you!" I cried. "Count down from ten." He ordered. "Ten...nine...eight, seven, six five-four-three-" "No! No orgasm for you." He pulled his hand away. "What? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you! I want to cum! God damn it!" I screamed, my knees gave way and collapsed down, head hanging, cunt throbbing, screaming for the last few seconds it needed. He walked around to my front. I heard his zip being pulled down. His engorged cock flumped out, batting against my left cheek. Despite myself, I managed to wait for his command. He didn't immediately order it. First he knelt down in front of me. I heard the rattling of sticks. I was at first confused, but as the first clothespins pinched at my tit my attention was fully focused. "Christ that hurts!" I said with ragged breathed. He added another, and another, they kept coming. I rolled my head, "Please, stop." "Breathe, focus on your breath. It's not that bad. Once you let the initial pain subside it's actually pleasant." I believed him, and did what he said. What else could I do? I was powerless. He snapped on another peg, right on the areola. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Another, right on the nipple. "Don't try and resist the pain. Never resist pain, or coldness, or wetness. Accept it. Let the sensation pass through you and let it become no more than a background noise." He said. He stood up. "I want a blowjob. Suck it." He growled. I wanted to say no, to spite him for robbing me of the orgasm. But he had been right. I am powerless. If I refused him he would just belt me or worse, and I'd be even farther from release. "Suck it like you sucked my fingers you little fuck pig." I raised my head and spat on his dick to wet it. I ran my tongue along its underside several times, tickling it's nib with my tongue, pausing at the balls to lick, nip and suck on them. As I ran the cock down my mouth and into my throat I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs. Massaging his dick with my tongue I could feel the throbbing veiny texture. I began a steady rhythm as I sucked and slurped. The clothespins, easily more than two dozen of them, clacked as my tits jiggled with my motion, I realised I could hardly feel the pain. It was just a hiss, a strangely pleasurable tingling and stinging. "Come on, faster." He slapped my cheek. I tried to go faster, but as I did my tits jiggled more and that reawakened the pain. I slowed again. "Fuck." He muttered, grabbing the both sides of my head by the hair, and started fuck my mouth. I gagged at the force and depth. He's fucking my face, I can't do anything! My arms strained weakly at the straps, his grip on my hair was too tight. I squeezed my blindfolded eyes tightly shut, and felt a tear escape. The sensation of panic rose in the pit of my stomach. I'm choking I'm choking I'm choking- He pulled out at the very last second that I felt I could withstand. I spat out the pre-cum, coughing and gasping at the same time. He grabbed the back of my hair, angling my head up. He spat on my face. I flinched. "I'm not punishing you," He said in an almost soothing voice, "I'm torturing you, for my own pleasure." "Yes sir." I said as I managed to get my breath back. He knelt down again and began to unclip the clothespins. The warm sensation that spread from the pinched skin was euphoric. As more came off, it felt like all my breasts were being massaged in warm water. Two pins left, one on the areola. He just yanked it off. I yelped out in pain. "Oops." He sniggered as he unclipped the last one. I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I wasn't allowed. I just gave a smile to the blackness. The leash was released and I could finally raise my head. "Stand up." He ordered as he gave a light kick to my ribs. On wavering legs I managed to stand up again. As I did so, the wrist straps took up their slack, keeping me spread-eagled, but the ankle straps slackened. Cautiously I brought my legs tightly together. "Please sir, have pity." I whimpered. My legs, back and shoulders were tired from the stress position he had me in and my throat burnt. My skin was slick with cooling sweat. But he had proven he can be generous, my tits were still glowing in the euphoric aftermath of the clothespins, and my cunt was still warm and eager. "You are still resisting." He said, starting to walk around me again, "Surrender yourself to me, and you won't have to be punished again. Tortured occasionally, but not punished." "I surrender, really I do!" I entreated. "It's not something you say, or physically do. Submission is an entirely internal process. You will know when it happens, as will I. Three lashings for improper address." He stated. At first I was relieved it was only three. But when I heard the sharp whistle of cane cutting the air I knew this would be worse. The hot streak of pain across my ass burnt like a branding iron. I gave a short scream, but quickly controlled it. I knew he would punish me more severely if I didn't. A few seconds later the second landed, and then the third. They had hit with perfect precision on the same line across my ass. I sagged against the restraints. The Warehouse "Stand up straight unless you want another three." I quickly returned to attention despite blazing heat across my ass. There would be bruises forming there. I could already imagine the purple welts rising. "Now, take a minute to think about what I've said." His footsteps receded again, followed by the same door opening and clanging shut. "Sir, thank you sir." I stood at attention, my aching shoulders keeping my arms up and straight. I hadn't realised how stiff, sore and tired they had been from holding this position, but I didn't dare move. Not an inch. No thoughts of philosophy crossed my mind during this second reprieve. Discomforts started to re-enter my awareness; the heat of the sun as it still beat down from the skylight, my wrists that had been rubbed raw, the bits of stone that stuck to my knees and shins from sweat, and more started to drip from my fringe as the sun coasted along the sky. It might have been an hour, it might have been ten minutes, I had lost all sense of time and direction in my gallery of darkness, but the metal door clanged open, and I heard his footsteps approach me. "You have done...acceptably this time." He said, walking up to face me. "This time, sir? How many times will there be?" "As many as is necessary." I felt the straps around my ankles tightening again, pulling me fully spread-eagled. "But we are not done yet. I think you should be properly rewarded at the end of your first lesson. Keep you panting for more." "Yes, please master." I begged. "I am, however, tired of your blundering tongue. Here." A perforated rubber ball is squeezed into my mouth. Two straps hanging from its sides were wrapped around my head and buckled together. I could breathe easily through the holes, but I couldn't move my mouth or make much noise. He ran his hands over my breasts, rekindling their warm glow. They caressed my hips and went around to my ass. I would have screamed if I could: Suddenly a second pair of hands ran over my stiff shoulders. They pressed the flat of their thumbs into my muscle, stabbing a moment's sharp pain into them, and I felt their pain pass a little. His hands stroked at my calves and thighs as the stranger rubbed at my back, shoulder and neck. The stranger's tongue licked at the nape of my neck. At first I was revolted, then I realised I had no idea which was his and which was the stranger. They were the same size, strength and texture. It was a fantasy that there were two of him, but I was blindfolded. I could resist their efforts, and suffer, or accept, let it pass through me and submit to the pleasures these two men were going to give me, pleasures that I had earned. I managed to relax myself physically, and mentally accept. Everything that happened here was my masters will. Obey. The stranger ran his hands from behind me, wrapping me in his arms and massaging my breasts. The other was kneeling, licking eagerly at my thighs, slowly making his way up to my moistening cunt. The stranger ran his hands over my breasts, back and shoulders, tussling my hair, and licking up my shoulder and neck, up to my earlobe. He bit softly and gently pulled at it. I moaned my approval. The other was playing with my swelling cunt, stroking and picking at my labia, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my tired body. I let my stiff arms sag down, but still stayed upright as the stranger worked his way down to the small of my back. Something cold, round and metallic touched my spine, it sent an exciting chill through me. It slowly ran up and down, warming to my body that was burning like an incinerator. The other inserted two lubricated fingers up my cunt, thrusting and twisting at a steady tempo. The stranger fingered at my anus, slowly inserting a single finger that circled and probed. The rounded object still playing on the small of my back. It must be a dildo! I squirmed with delight. My knees shook with the pleasure of it. They both withdrew, and reinserted with an extra finger. They took their time, making sure each orifice was properly dilated before returning with yet another finger. Then came the familiar buzz of a vibrator. I could imagine it. Six or seven inches or glistening, lubbed, vibrating pleasure. A second buzz came from just behind me. It poked at my ass, coaxing past all resistance and entered deep into me. The other teased me for a second, brushing it against my labia and clit, rubbing it up and down before settling it in place. I rode my hips back and forth with their rhythm as they fucked me with the vibrators. I groaned and bit into the ball gag. I wanted to tell them how much I loved it, how much I wanted to be fucked like a bitch in heat. Sweat sprang out across my body as their tempo increased. I felt my juices running as my body heated up even more. I started sucking in air so hard my nostrils flared with every breath. They withdrew the vibrators. I moaned in frustration. Don't deny me again! I groaned, opening my hips for them, trying to implore them to continue with the rocking of my hips. The stranger entered me first, from behind. His throbbing penis warm, lubricated and welcome as it slid into my ass. The other waited for a few moments, leaving the stranger to fuck me first. The other must be Him. He would be enjoying the spectacle, a stranger off the street or even an old friend fucking his woman. Watching as I writhed in pleasure and ecstasy on the meat of another man, simply because He desired it to be so. And I would enjoy both being pleasured, and pleasuring Him. He cupped my breasts, massaging them in circles, lightly pinching and twisting my nipples. Drool leaked out of my mouth around the ball. Sweat was knocked free of my shining skin as the stranger started to fuck me harder in the ass. I had given up any pretence of standing straight. My muscles were completely annihilated. I was their limp plaything. My body hung down at an angle from the restraints. I felt my hair bouncing up and down, forwards and backwards at the force of the stranger's ramming. At last He slid his hands from my breasts on to my shoulders, signalling the stranger to stop momentarily. I was gasping as hard as I could through the gag and my nose. He slid His cock up my vagina, I squealed with joy as the primed flesh welcomed the sensation with a flood of joy. The stranger reached around my hip and placed his fingers on my clit. As they started to rock in time, he rubbed at it. The stranger was fucking me so hard that i was coming up on my toes again, but the stranger gripped at my shoulders and pulled me down, deeper into his cock. i was their plaything. i could feel myself nearing orgasm again, the searing heat the burnt my body, the electric joy that shot through my spine. i wrapped my head around His neck tightly as it hit, He slipped his meat out, and the stranger stopped thrusting. i felt my cum squirt out. The blinding flash of epiphany flooded my body, showering me with a thousand sparkles of pleasure across every inch of my dark awareness. i heaved my breath out like an animal, bucking into the pleasure. As it passed, i went completely limp. "Release her arms." He ordered. The stranger pulled out of my burning ass, and untied my wrists. As the first came undone my body sagged down. i just wanted to lie down and sleep. This whole episode felt like it had taken hours. The second released strap released and i collapsed to the ground. i heard the sound of Him jerking off above me. The stranger came and joined him. i knew what i had to do. i was His toy, His plaything. i had to please and service Him. Disobedience is punished. Submission is rewarded. He is a voracious devil, and i am a servile sycophant. The Warehouse Richard had been following the breadcrumbs for weeks. Mistress had set up an elaborate scavenger hunt, sending him to spots across New York City - remote parts of Central Park, a restaurant restroom in the Bronx, the Coney Island ferris wheel - in search of tiny handwritten notes that inevitably directed him to yet another note. There were few things Richard enjoyed more than following Mistress' instructions, but the stress was starting to panic him as he wondered whether he would ever reach the final note. He always groomed himself carefully before seeking out a note, just in case it turned out to be the one directing him to a meeting with Mistress. The latest note had sent him to the semi-industrial border of Williamsburg and Greenpoint in northern Brooklyn. All the note had was, in Mistress' careful, precise handwriting, an address. Richard paced up and down the block where he had expected to find the address. All he saw was a single warehouse without an address on it, and he saw no doors other than a disused metal roll-up gate. He stood in front of the quiet building and looked around, then sighed and ducked through a hole in the chain-link fence beside the warehouse. About halfway down the side of the building was a rusty door that stood slightly open. Richard still saw no address, so he poked his head inside. The warehouse was gloomy except for an industrial light in the center, illuminating some sort of machinery. Richard walked through the door and approached the light. The machinery turned out to be a squat piston-driven contraption. Protruding from the machine was a telescoping arm tipped with a large, rubber dildo. Positioned in front of it was a cushioned yoga mat, and just out of the circle of light was a comfortable-looking armchair and a wooden trunk with a large bottle of lube on top. Richard's breath quickened as he noticed one of Mistress' familiar notes taped to the machine. He reached over and unfolded it. "Undress. Lube. Hands and knees. Press 'on.'" Richard's mouth dropped open. He had finally reached the end of the hunt. But where was Mistress? He looked around and could see nothing outside of the small lit area. What choice did he have? He quickly undressed and grabbed the lube, his hands shaking a bit as he squirted a large dollop onto the massive dildo, stroking it several times to cover the shaft completely. Dropping onto all fours on the yoga mat, Richard backed up until the tip of the dildo pressed against his asshole. He bit his lip as he eased back, feeling pressure build as the toy pushed against the tight hole. Just when he thought he would have to give up, he felt a sharp pain as the dildo suddenly entered him, then relief as his ass pulsed around the shaft. Richard looked to his left, where a small box with a cord attaching it to the machine sat on the ground. Holding his breath, he pushed the green button. The machine hummed to life and the dildo immediately pushed deep inside him, bring a loud, involuntary groan from his lips. The toy reversed course, sliding quickly backward until just the tip was inside, then slammed back again. Richard felt an urge to cum as the machine fucked him, so he instead concentrated on the rhythm, trying to remain as still as possible to keep the dildo inside his ass. His concentration was so focused that he didn't notice Mistress sitting in the armchair until a few minutes had passed. A small smile crossed her lips as she met his eyes, and he saw that one of her hands was under her tight leather dress. She wore no panties, he noticed, and her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy while she watched him. After what felt like hours, Mistress stood and walked slowly toward him, her stilettos clicking ominously across the cement floor. She crouched down in front of Richard and inserted one finger into his open mouth, letting him taste her juices. He sucked greedily on the finger, feeling himself once again approach the edge of orgasm as the machine sodomized him. Mistress removed her finger from his mouth and pressed the red "off" button on the remote control. The dildo completed one last thrust and then stopped, its shaft buried inside him. Mistress grabbed Richard by the hair and hauled him to his feet, the dildo sliding out of him with a pop. She led him toward the armchair and turned her back to him. "Unzip," she ordered. Breathless, Richard quickly grabbed the zipper on her dress and pulled downward until it reached the bottom. Mistress shrugged off the garment, leaving it in a pile on the floor, then turned and bent at the waist toward the wooden trunk. Richard tried not to stare at her beautiful exposed ass, but he could not resist. "You may look at me, but only if you can stroke yourself without cumming," Mistress said as she started to rummage through the trunk. Richard eagerly obliged, grasping his erect cock and stroking steadily as he watched. He was already so aroused that he nearly immediately had to stop to avoid exploding on the warehouse floor. Mistress finally stood up and turned back toward him. In her right hand she held a long, black riding crop. I know what comes next, Richard thought, remembering sessions with Mistress that had left him with welts across his ass. This time, however, Mistress surprised him by handing him the crop. "It's time you showed me you can be a man," she said as she turned toward the armchair and bent over the side, her ass facing him. "Show me." Richard gulped as he looked back and forth between Mistress' bare ass and the riding crop. As a submissive, he had never been asked to do something like this before. He hesitated, unsure of himself. "What are you waiting for?" Mistress yelled sharply. "Be a man!" Richard jumped like he had been hit and immediately swung into action, smacking the crop against one buttock with a quiet pop. "Harder," Mistress commanded. He hit her again, bringing a louder crack that echoed across the large warehouse. Mistress grunted and let out a quiet "yessss." Richard started getting into a rhythm, smacking first one buttock and then the other, the cracks and corresponding grunts getting louder with each stroke. Although the light was dim, he could see her buttocks steadily bloom with color. After several minutes, Mistress reached back with one hand and grabbed his arm. "Good, pet," Mistress said between quick breaths. "But now it's time to show me what a man really looks like. Grab my hair and take me." Adrenaline coursing through him, Richard threw the riding crop into the darkness and grabbed Mistress' hair roughly, jerking her head back and moving behind her. Mistress had never let him fuck her before - he wasn't going to hesitate this time. Still holding her hair with one hand, Richard spread her legs with the other and then pushed two fingers inside her, bringing a moan from her. Good, she was very wet, Richard noticed, removing his fingers and sliding his cock inside in their place. Mistress gasped as he pressed deep inside her and then began to fuck her in strong, steady strokes. Her moans grew in volume, fueling his thrusts as his hips slapped against her ass. Richard felt the excitement start to drive him to the edge again, but he knew he wouldn't be allowed to cum without her permission, topping or not. He tried to divert his attention by giving her a couple of firm, open-handed spanks. Her pleased yelps encouraged him and he slapped her ass harder while he fucked, thrusting deep inside her with every swing of his hand. The spankings quickly drove Mistress over her own edge. Her moans crescendoed as she bucked her hips against him, the orgasm rippling through her. Richard clenched his jaw and tried desperately to stave off his own orgasm as she spasmed around his cock. As her orgasm subsided, Mistress whispered in a barely audible voice, "Cum on my ass." Richard withdrew immediately and stroked himself hard. It didn't take much - he came after just a couple of strokes, the hot ejaculate splashing onto Mistress' bare skin. Standing up, Mistress grabbed Richard by his still-erect cock and guided him back to the yoga mat. She pushed him down to his knees and took a few steps backward, a mysterious smile playing on her face. Turning to one side, she looked into the darkness and shouted, "Come!" Richard listened with confusion, hearing rustling from one corner of the cavernous room and then the quick steps of bare feet. He squinted and made out the approaching shape of a young woman. Startled, he was suddenly very aware of his nudity, but he quickly realized she, too, was undressed. "Richard, this is Heather. Heather, meet Richard," Mistress said in an amused voice. "Heather, give Richard an appropriately welcoming kiss. After all, he's shown us today that he's a real man." Blushing, Heather turned toward Richard, her eyes averted, and padded over to him. Leaning down, she covered his mouth with her own and pushed her tongue inside. Richard's cock had been softening, but it suddenly jumped back to life and began to stiffen again. Mistress smirked and pulled Heather away. "You have more important tasks at the moment, my dear," she said. "Please get on your knees and clean up the mess Richard left on me." Heather obediently dropped to a kneel and began to run her tongue over Mistress' ass, hungrily sucking and licking up Richard's cum. Mistress then turned around and pressed Heather's mouth into her wet pussy, grinding her groin against the sub's face. After perhaps a minute, Mistress abruptly stepped back, picked her dress off the floor and ordered Heather to zip it up. She strode toward Richard wearing a cruel smile, then bent quickly and picked up his discarded clothes. Turning to walk toward the warehouse door, she looked back over her shoulder at the two subs. "Get this stuff back to my place, dears," she said with a laugh. The metal door clanged shut behind her.