1 comments/ 36806 views/ 5 favorites The Wicked Bitch and Her Bitchboy By: tulsaliza As a Wicked Bitch, I must say, last night's session was incredible!! The outline I had formed in my head played out perfectly...there were a few small hitches, but that comes from working with a limp dick on a big man. My bitchboy, bitchboy j, arrived promptly as instructed...I saw him pull in my driveway about 5 minutes early, it is essential that he entered the garage at exactly 7:30 p.m. There was a thunderstorm in progress so, I'm sure he wanted to be sure he was on time. Upon entry into my garage, he found a white plastic lawn chair sitting in the middle of one side on pink table paper. His instructions were waiting for him: lock the garage door he entered through; strip naked; lay his clothes in the chair; put on the spiked, 2 inch dog collar on his neck; put the off-white, lacey, silky, woman's panties; knock on the door to the kitchen of my house when ready. I waited at the kitchen door, listening for his knock...I love knowing what a submissive's every move will be. bitchboy j. knocked on the door. I opened it and let him in. bitchboy j. is a very tall man, about 6'5", he looked VERY silly standing there in woman's panties and a large thick spiked dog collar around his neck...but that's part of the humiliation factor. bitchboy j. brought gifts, how delightful. bitchboy asked permission to show Mistress Bitch his gifts before we began the activities I had planned...permission granted. bitchboy j. presented to Mistress Bitch a device called the Incredible Fetish Sex Stool...nice! Next a set of three different sized butt plugs, one teeny, tiny butt plug, which I promptly made fun of, two cock and ball torture (CB&T) devices which I briefly used when I had his balls clenched tightly in my hands. I thanked him for the gifts and told him to stand near the red leather ottoman so I can put him in the harness, which pulls the shoulders back providing a means to secure the wrists in wrist cuffs behind his back...I made sure I cinched everything tightly behind his back...one of his complaints of a previous session was that he wasn't bound severely enough throughout the entire session...be careful of what you wish, was the thought that popped into my mind...so last night, bitchboy j. found out how uncomfortable and humbling it was to be severely bound throughout the entire hour and a half session! Once secured in the harness, I commanded bitchboy j. to lay over the red leather ottoman so I could insert one of his new butt plugs, which I would secure with purple duct tape. But first, I showed bitchboy j. my new "BITCH" paddle which would put the word BITCH on his ass cheeks or wherever I decided the word would go...I then smacked both of his ass cheeks hard with the BITCH paddle. How fantastic!!! The word BITCH came up ever so lightly on each of his lily-white ass cheeks!!! Perfect!! I pulled his panties down to just below his ass cheeks and just under his balls...I massage his cock and balls, which he moaned his pleasure at my touch...then put on my sterile, surgical gloves, lubed up the middle-sized plug and proceeded to pour lube down his ass crack...first I fingered his nasty manpussy (asshole) which he moaned and groaned..."Feels pretty nasty, doesn't it bitchboy?" I laughed as I inserted a second finger...then I shoved the medium-sized butt plug into his little hole...he cried out how uncomfortable it was...I told him to clench the ass muscles, then relax...when he relaxed, I pushed the plug in farther...he sucked in his breath, I laughed and secured the plug with the purple duct tape, making sure I put a strip covering his crack down to the fine down hair on his taint spot (the spot between the balls and the asshole). I admired my handiwork before pulling him up by his shoulder harness and proceeding to clench his balls in my hand...I then reached up and pinched his tits, which had him moaning and groaning in pain as well as pleasure... I attempted to clench his balls tight enough to place the stainless steel cock ring around his balls...it pinched him and he began to beg me to stop, which just spurred me on...I then placed my very wicked, metal nipple clamps on his nipples, which he cried out how much they hurt...good!!! I then returned to his balls, holding them tighter and working the metal ring, pinching his sack...he began to beg me to take the nipple clamps off..."PLEASE Mistress, they hurt!" he cried. I laughed and pulled them off by the chain that linked them together...he screamed out in pain, which I promptly smacked each ass cheek hard with my hand. "Be quiet, bitchboy!" I commanded...he whimpered and tried to regain some composure...I then then tied a pink ribbon tightly around his cock and balls. Time to move to my temporary dungeon. I placed the red leather blindfold over his eyes, placed the spreader bar at the top of his thighs, just under his cock and balls...it was a perfect handle by which to lead him through my house. I love to disorient my subject...once the blindfold or bondage hood goes on, the sense of direction is pretty much lost...I lead bitchboy j. through my living room and down the hallway to the bedrooms...I then had him turn around a couple of times and stand...then I grabbed the spreader ball and lead him back through the living room to the make shift dungeon which is located off of the laundry/garage area...he had no idea where we were...he had never been in this room in previous sessions. I then placed him on the lock-stock, secured his arms in front of him with chains and proceeded to remove the butt plug and replace it with the largest and thickest of the plugs that he had brought. I decided he needed to have the word "bitchboy" written on his chest...so I took my chocolate pen and wrote "bitchboy" in big letters across his chest...he didn't know whether to shit or go blind...I pulled his head back by the hair and asked him if I was being severe enough... "Yes, Mistress, I am just blown away," he managed to mumble. Good. I pushed the butt plug hard into him...he cried out how he was being raped...really? How funny!!! I then placed my body full against his back and acted like I was fucking him doggy-style...he was soon pushing back against my body, my hand holding the plug in him...I hissed nasty things into his ear, telling him how I looked forward to watching him get fucked with a real cock while he was sucking on another hard cock...to have him sandwiched between two other males would be the ultimate for me to watch. He whimpered that he didn't think he could submit to something like that..."Really? Oh, please, you'll do anything I want you to do," was my reply with a cruel laugh! I removed the butt plug, so I could fuck him with other devices as the mood struck me...but now, I wanted him to suck cock...I got my new ejaculating vibrator and put it to his mouth..."Show me what a good cock-sucker you are...make love to my rubber cock with your mouth, bitchboy!" I commanded. He eagerly began to lick and suck on the large, hot pink vibrator..."that's a good cock-sucker, make love to it with your tongue...NO TEETH! That's a good bitchboy...oh, yes, I will love watching you suck cock while you're being fucked in the manpussy like the little bitch you crave to be!" bitchboy j. whimpered while he was suckling the large vibrator...and then I hit the ejaculate button... ...8 he didn't know what to think...the cock was squirting water into his mouth just like it was cumming!!! His eyes grew wide and I laughed, "what's the matter bitchboy???? Did that big ol'cock cum in your mouth???" I laughed and laughed...he continued to suck..."that's it, get every drop of cum!!" I loved it, the look of shock on his face, the hesitation of what was going on...yes, I was loving this big mind fuck!!!! I'll have to continue later this evening...gotta run for now...to be continued The Wicked Bitch and Her Bitchboy Ch. 02 The surprised look on bitchboy j.'s face when the vibrator ejaculated into his mouth was hilarious. He was so humiliated...suckling that silicone cock while it came in his mouth...I was quite pleased with myself for having found such a device... But enough of sucking cock...now, it was time for more cock and ball torture...I took bitchboy j. out of his bounds at the lock stock and moved him to my iron bed headboard that I had propped up against another wall. I proceeded to chain him spread eagle to the headboard...it was heavy yet provided good access to his various body parts. bitchboy j. began to complain that it was uncomfortable to be spread so far apart...uh, oh, are you sure you want to complain? A few swats of the BITCH paddle on his pathetic ass and he shut his mouth...I should've gotten the ball gag with the little cock for the mouthpiece!! Note to self, order a gag with a cock for future use on this submissive!! I placed the rubber tipped wooden clamps to bitchboy j.'s very sensitive nipples...he whimpered and told me how sore his nipples were getting...okay, that's what is supposed to happen!!! I laughed and decided to move the clamps down to his balls...how uncomfortable!!! I pulled and pinched his balls, he whimpered and cried how much that hurt...yep, it sure does, I laughed! What a delight sight bitchboy j. was standing there spread out all nice and available...the long wooden clamps hanging from his balls...I used a short leather flogger to hit the wooden clamps to make them sway... "please, Mistress, my balls are getting so sore," he whined. I then grabbed his limp cock in my hand and pulled it up so that it stretched up to his belly...then I took my vibrating hairbrush with the bristle side on his cock and turned it on full blast... "How does that feel bitchboy? Just like in the fantasy story that you sent Mistress...you know that the stories and fantasies you send me provide me with what you are truly seeking by Mistress' hand, don't you?" I laughed at him. "Yes, Mistress, but I didn't know it was going to hurt this much...please, Mistress..." he begged. I rubbed harder with the vibrating brush...the sound was loud and rude, as I imagine the feel of those bristles on the underneath side of his cock down to his balls felt how mean those bristles could be... "Mistress, I'm tired...could you please allow me to sit down?" bitchboy j. begged me. I pulled a metal folding chair that had been in the corner around behind him and then shoved him down onto the seat part... "Mistress, I can't sit, my balls...ouch, Mistress, please..." he begged as his ass hit the chair with a thump and bang...the wooden clamps made it very difficult to sit but they looked so great jutting out from under him...they connected well with the iron bed, which held them in place and forced them back into his balls...excellent, I thought to myself. "Oh, one more little twist to our time together, bitchboy j. Well, actually, two more twists...I have a friend that is waiting in the garage for me to let him in to join us. I am thinking that I want him to fuck me while you're chained to the iron bed," I informed bitchboy j. "Oh, Mistress, please, not another man! Please, I beg you, this is so humiliating...to have another man here to see me like this..." he cried and begged. "Silence! It doesn't matter what you think or how you feel!!! Good grief! Next, you're going to show Mistress just how dedicated you are to her!!! See those doggy bowls over there on the red vinyl sheet? Guess how I'm going to use those? Yes, Mistress is going to pee in one of them and have you lap it up like the little bitch that you truly are!" I laughed as his eyes grew wide again...I could tell how conflicted he was, it was so fantastic to see how far I was pushing him. I reached over and pinched each nipple hard...hissing in his ear,"You're going to do as Mistress decides aren't you? You're going to show Mistress what a good little bitchboy you really are, aren't you?" "yes, Mistress," he managed to whisper,"If that is what you wish, your bitchboy will comply." Then it dawned on me...I didn't want to unchain bitchboy from the iron headboard. I quickly went to the kitchen and returned with a wine glass... "Better yet, I've decided that you'll drink my golden nectar...from this wine glass. Your stories provide your fascination with golden showers, golden nectar...so, I'm going to pee in this wine glass for you to sip of my golden nectar," I told him. He quickly turned to see what I was doing...I could tell this excited him...he tried to act repulsed but he wanted to see me pee in that wine glass. I'll tell you, this is one of the hardest things for me to do, as I have a very inhibited bladder...I simply can not pee on demand. I held the glass in position and finally after concentrating with all my might, I managed to squeeze out some pee. I raised the half-filled glass for bitchboy j. to view...he was starting to tremble as he sat in that crude folding chair, shaking his chains and trying to find a comfortable position... "Oh, Mistress, I don't know..." he muttered. I put the glass down on the table for him to see. Then I decided it was time for him to pleasure and please me...I unchained him from the iron headboard, but re-hooking his wrists behind his back before shoving him over to the ottoman covered with big cushy pillows...I pushed him hard down onto the ottoman, ordering him on his back. The ottoman was just the right height when someone was laying on their back to accommodate another person that was straddle their face. I loved this device because it gave me complete access to his cock and balls while in the 69 position for him to pleasure my hot, wet pussy. I had my riding crop right there in reach so I could whack his face if he didn't lick me just right. "Oh, Mistress, this is so uncomfortable, please undo my hands," he begged. I grabbed his sore balls and dug my fingernails into them. "This has nothing to do with your comfort and everything to do with pleasuring me!!! Now, lick bitchboy, lick me like I like it!!!!" I laughed as I stretched his balls while digging in my nails. He began to lick with light, feathery licks...his tongue felt good on my hard little marble of a clit. I was so turned on by my own wickedness, I knew it wouldn't take me long if he licked me just right. His tongue would wander and I would grab his balls and dig in my nails...he would wail and whimper but get right back on track with his licking..."yes, right there, that's it bitchboy...NO!!! Lick me right," I would holler at him and pull on his cock...he would moan and groan as his cock was so sore from being brushed with my vibrating hair brush...he continued to lick..."yes, right there...that's it...oh yes, see how wet, Mistress is? Oh yes, bitchboy, lick me, make Mistress cum!" I hissed at him as I ground my pussy into his face...I began to fuck his face as his tongue worked my little clitty...I was so close, I wanted to explode on his face...that's it just a little more. I finally tumbled over the top of my orgasm, pushing my pussy down on his face as my juices flowed into his mouth...I didn't care if I suffocated him with my pussy...what a way to die, huh? I let the little electrical waves of my orgasm wash over me, waiting until the last little shudders before taking myself off of bitchboy. I stood there a minute to regain my composure...then I ordered bitchboy to turn over so I could undo his wrists. I removed his collar and cuffs, ordered him to stand. "Now, leave. You are done. Your clothes are in the garage, dress and leave. Thank you for being such a good little bitchboy. Thank you for the gifts. Now, leave!" I ordered. I have to admit, it took every ounce of my being not to burst out laughing. The look on bitchboy j.'s face was one of those priceless moments that a Mistress longs to experience. He was shocked and surprised that I wasn't going to let him linger and have a bit of downtime. His stories and fantasies all ended with the wicked Mistress ordering the slave to leave her company immediately after she had orgasmed. Why should I differ from that ending? I mean after all, bitchboy j. is one of those men that is dominant in his everyday life...not to mention he loves to talk about himself when we're not in our D/s roles...so, best way to get him to leave was to order him to leave now that I was done with him. I loved how uncertain bitchboy j. was as he made his way to the garage door. "Thank you, Mistress," he muttered. "Thank you, bitchboy j. let me know when you're able to session next," I told him as I shut the door behind him. I stood at the door listening as he dressed and then exited out the garage door to his car. I watched his tail lights as they pulled out of my driveway.