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Yes Mistress

By: longman76



"So. You little fuck! you don't like my taste in music?

Well I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget."

Fuck me she's not all there. What she doing? She was pulling on a pair of long P.V.C. Gloves. Where the fuck did that whip come from. WHACK! across the chest. "You." Whack, "Will," Whack, "Do," Whack, "As," Whack, "I," Whack, "Say," WHACK! Fuck me I was screaming but the ball gag in my mouth was stopping the sound. I could feel the welts rising on may chest.

But she wasn't looking at them. She was looking at my lap. At my cock, it was rock hard poking out between my legs.

"You dirty little twat!" she spat

As she knees down in front of me, She grips my cock hard in her left hand and give a little tap of her whip with the other. I jump a little. 

"Don't fucking move" she said,

she spits in to her gloved hand then harder than I've ever been wanked before starts to pull my cock up and down, I have to shut my eyes she's being so rough.

"Open your eyes. Look at your Mistress."

I open them she look crazy wanking my manhood but sexy too. I can feel myself tense up ready to cum. So did she.

"Don't you fucking dare you cunt!"

Another little whack on the tip of my dick. 

"You're not here to enjoy yourself," she hisses. "You're hear to learn." 

I nod as she stands up and takes the ball gag out of my mouth. 

"Ok?" She asks. 

"Yeah thanks..." SMACK. 

I'm cut off with a slap right across the face. 

"You will only reply to me Yes Mistress or No Mistress. Understand?" 

"I," SMACK! 

"UNDERSTAND?!" She yells.

I nod, she lifts her hand again 

"What?"

"Yes mistress," I mumble.

She grabs a hand full of hair and yanks my head back.

"What?"

"Yes Mistress," I yell. Tears forming in my eyes.

"That's better," she says letting go. "Now, I'm gonna do to you want you've been wanting to do to me all night.

But first you're gonna worship me, aren't you.'

"Yes mistress."

Still tied to the chair, She plants her boot on my chest.

"Lick my boot you fucking worm."

I dart my tongue and lick the tip of her boot. I see the anger in her eyes, she leans forward digging the heel of her boot into my already sore chest and slaps my face again.

"Worship my fucking boot you little pick!"

I give in, I start to lick the tip of her boot then suck it before running my tongue up either side of it feeling her foot under the leather. 

"Good boy, now wait right there."

As she walks around behind me my head drops, chin on my chest, I can hear her doing something, like putting on a belt. As she comes back into view I see the tip of a cock, OH my God! No! It's a strap-on. She smiles at me as she rubs it up and down.

"Right," she hisses. 

"Are you ready to become my bitch?"

"No Mistress, Please No!" I beg.

Laughing she turns around and bends over exposing her arsehole to me. 

"First lick me, don't touch my pussy with that dirty tongue of yours, just my arsehole."

I lean in and start to run my tongue up and down her crack. wow she tastes nice, then slowly I begin to circle her tight little hole. Round and round feeling it relax with each lick, I poke a little further inside and start to fuck My Mistress with my tongue. She starts to push on to my face.

"Mmmmm, good boy," I hear her say.

My pace quickens at the sound of her praise. Then all to soon she stands up. 

"Mistress?" I say.

"Enough, suck my cock," she say, and she rams the dildo into my mouth right to the back of my throat. She grabs the side of my head and starts to fuck my face. It's all I can do not to gag and choke she is so rough. She stops, throwing my head back, I'm gasping for air, as she undoes the cuffs on my wrist and legs she doesn't looks at me. 

"Get over there and knee on the bed worm."

I stand and walk to the bed, kneeing down with my ass high for her. I jump as she slaps me hard, then without any lube she pushes the dildo between the cheeks of my arse and rams the whole thing all the way in, I feel her hips against my ass.

"Do you like that worm?" She asks.

"Yes Mistress"

"Then thank me as I fuck you, you dirty little twat."

Hard she starts to fuck me.

"Thank you Mistress."

Ramming herself in to me 

"Thank you Mistress."

The harder and faster she goes the louder I scream.

"THANK YOU MISTRESS!"

I reach for my rock hard cock. WHACK!

"NO, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"

I put my hand back on the bed as she continues to pound my arse.

"THANK YOU MISTRESS!"

She fucks me like this for what seems like forever I can feel my orgasm building inside me, but with no way to have it. Then she stops. Pulling her dildo out of me,

she says, "lay flat on you back for me."

I turn over on to my back. I look at the sexy, crazy bitch in front of me my cock busting to cum. As she takes the strap-on off, I see its been inserted inside her too.

"Thank me again," she hisses.

"Thank you Mistress."

I scream as she grabs my cock hard and seems to milk it dry.

Never before have I cum so hard in my life.

"Thank you Mistress," I say again, as she plucks a tissues from a box and wipes her gloves clean.

"Now,

get your clothes and get the fuck outta my house," she spits walking across the room.

I look up at her and all I can say is..

"Yes Mistress."

Yes Mistress



The scent of sweat and the bitterness of fear loomed heavily in the room. It was just that though, a cold dark room with one light overhead and a wooden table. Chains hung from a few places in the solid stone walls that would be used shortly. There were a few whips and floggers hanging off one wall as well. 

She couldn't smell the dried blood, but it was obvious on the chains, staining the perfect silver in places. 

Vixen ran a hand through her thick red hair and decided it needed to be pulled back to give her a more menacing look. Her violet eyes and blood red lips would be emphasized by the gesture and it would give Juan more reason to feel true intimidation. She only wished she had her fangs in this realm.

Looking down at the specimen on the table, she looked pleased at herself. Juan had been bound to the table, strapped down with leather restraints that dug into dark flesh. A ball gag had been shoved into his mouth to keep his incessant whining to a minimum though he still tried to mumble. Strong legs had been spread open and secured to a titanium spreader bar that 

Juan couldn't break if he tried.

His head had been shaved clean, leaving it gleaming for Vixen Mistress. She set one high heeled boot on his thigh and dug in with the six inch spike, making Juan grown as the point pierced the skin and blood dripped down his thigh.

His cock hardened, balls drawing up tightly. "I see you're into this sort of thing, you sick fuck." She spat the words out and pushed off his thigh to steady herself. 

He grunted and begged for something resembling mercy with large peat colored eyes.

Running a hand up the length of her tight purple corset to a full breast, she pinched a nipple. "You'd rather have this, huh?" She patted her pussy, clad in tight leather pants.

He nodded.

The leather creaked with movement as she drew closer. "Too bad." She swore she saw tears form in his eyes. "I don't care for the expression on your face." She raked her nails down his bleeding thigh. "You didn't show mercy to those other submissives. You didn't show mercy to anyone. I'm surprised the goddess hasn't struck your worthless ass down yet. 

But," she sighed as though she were bored already "I suppose that's what you're here for. 

To learn your lesson and be punished." 

Juan lifted his head up and followed her every movement.

Their eyes met for a moment, her steal gaze on his. He appeared to be pleading for compassion with that expression. Setting a hand on her very curvy hip, she threw her head back and laughed loudly. "You want that from me? You're full of shit, you know that little man?" She walked around to the front of the wooden table where his head rested, aware of the click clack of each heel against the concrete. Setting a hand on his forehead, she forced his head upwards. "You're not getting what you want this time. This is all about me. Understand?"

Anger washed over Juan's face. His eyes narrowed. If it weren't for the ball gag, he would have looked like a predator just now. 

Mistress Vixen pulled a large black dildo from underneath the table and showed it to Juan. 

His eyes widened in fear. 

"This is going in you momentarily. It's going to burn, too." She snickered. "It won't hurt me a bit." 

Juan struggled against the bonds yet he couldn't break free.

She sneered. "Struggle and fight little bitch."

He looked at her with disdain, attempting to curl his lip upward in a snarl despite the ball gag. 

"Oh, right. In your culture it's not nice to call men bitches. Except that's exactly what you are, little Mexican. A bitch boy. Hey," she chuckled to herself, "that's a neat name. Guess we're going to call you that from now on." She waved the dildo in front of him, pressing it against his nose. "Smell it. It smells like shit, doesn't it?"

He nodded, struggling harder against the bonds. 

Veins in his large arms bulged while the muscles in his neck swelled. His chest was huge, he was built like a brick shithouse. He could definitely harm Vixen if he ever got loose.

Except for the fact that she possessed martial arts skills, making her an even more dangerous woman to play with. 

She closed her eyes and let the memory of being trained in the Philippines replay inside her head. Each day was tough, nights were tougher because she was a woman. Attempted rapes, forced fucking and ridicule were all part of her training in addition to brutal martial arts training that left her spent and tired each day.

But after six months she'd managed to make the right connections with certain people in the area. 

It only took one death that could never be traced back to her to stop the attempted rapes. 

She felt no shame about what she did. The country was lawless in certain parts and it was survival of the fittest. In fact, all the brutality reinforced her purpose, to teach man lessons needed to maintain balance at any cost. 

She didn't believe in a rule of three –karmic law. That ideal was not what her boss had sent her out for. There were others who meted out punishment in that manner, but not in her pantheon. 

Capturing Juan as a bounty made her day. She had no intentions of turning him over though. 

Not after what she'd read about his track record. He'd murdered adults but that wasn't the problem. It was what he made little boys and girls do for him to get is kicks that made her stomach turn. 

Still, Vixen didn't understand why she'd been sent to earth to do this job when normally she would do it in purgatory but it didn't matter to her. Juan was just another job to her. In fact, he had a destiny of his own. 

"You're my best at torture in most cases," her boss told her. "But you have a lot to learn still about balance." With that, he waved a long black finger and she disappeared, reappearing in the jungles of Asia with nothing more than the clothes on her back, some cash and water. 

She'd been lucky he'd left her with that.

Once she'd conquered her training, she was given instructions. "You are a bounty hunter. Find them, reform them. Or bring them to me one way or another."

She understood.

BDSM had a lot going for it here. Mind games could be used to turn the tables on the most psycho of people, those who hadn't committed heinous crimes but had thought that way. Or it could be used to retrain the mind to find balance and harmony in life—her ultimate goal with each mark. 

But if those methods didn't work, as she hoped in Juan's case, then it was up to her to eliminate the problems in any method she chose. 

Vixen had come onto this plane with only the ability to judge right from wrong in the hearts and souls of man. She knew each person's destiny.

Sadly, Juan's destiny wasn't ending with his life today.

She trailed the dildo down his large torso, enjoying the sight of him shaking beneath her. "I'm going to make you feel fear like you did to those poor little girls in that village." She snickered.

He raised his head and glared at her. 

"Oh, I'd love to knock that expression off your cocky little face but then it'd knock you out. I need you very awake for all of this." She licked her lips at the sight of his raging hardon. He was enjoying this despite his visual protests. Odd. It didn't make sense to her that he'd get a thrill out of his own torture, but then again some humans were just sick and demented. 

Walking around to the foot of the table, she raked her nails over Juan's muscled legs and waited for blood to start dripping down his thighs.

He screamed. 

It glowed deep crimson in the white light against his dark thighs. 

Vixen laughed again. Reaching for a tube at the foot of the table, she picked up the lubricant and coated the head of the thick dildo just enough to wet it. 

Setting the tube down, she pressed the head of the phallus against Juan's puckered asshole.

He clenched up at the slightest touch. 

She snarled, her lip curling upwards in a sneer. "Too bad you're not more into this aspect, you sick fuck. You certainly had no problems with giving. But you should be able to take, as well."

"I could drug you and make you more receptive. Hey, that's a good idea. Give you a taste of your own medicine." She set the dildo down on the table and walked over to a ledge that had several syringes filled with various colored liquids. The sound of her heels against the stone floor echoed loudly with each step. 

In the background, she heard Juan scream against the ball gag, choking out profanities in Spanish. 

She turned murderous eyes on him, retrieving two syringes filled with drugs designed to relax his body but not numb him. Another drug if given in high doses would make him forget time and space altogether. Sweat broke out on his forehead and dripped down into his eyes.

It probably stung.

"You did this to them, didn't you? Drugged them before you had your fill of fun?" Her voice rose in pitch, not quite a scream but something more feral. 

Reaching for his head, she gripped his jaw and turned his face to one side, getting a clear shot of the swelling, pulsing artery in his neck. The needle went in despite Juan's best efforts to protest and thrash about. Muscles in his neck tensed, showing their immense size, but the restraints were much harder to break. 

Within seconds, his eyes relaxed and the angry expression wore off, replaced by something not quite calm. The liquid spilled into his veins and worked its way through his body quickly, thank goddess for that. It meant he'd be more receptive to please but would still feel every bit of torture and punishment. 

Vixen liked that about her job. It was the fun part. 

She smiled and pulled the empty needle out of his neck and tossed it aside. The glass shattered, splintering into pieces at contact with the stone floor. 

"Now what?" She tapped a manicured nail against the wood, the sound echoing throughout the now quite room. Juan's body looked delicious bound the way it was, legs spread, arms at his sides. 

She had to admit the shaved head look was growing on her, but not enough to make him attractive to her. 

Ever.

It would be so easy to end his pathetic life here and now with him calm. It could be a drug overdose, easily justifiable by a coke habit that the Mexican was known to have among friends. 

Balance she heard the words in her head. She yelled in frustration before returning her gaze to the table to see Juan helpless, his eyes glossed over. Good, the drug had worked its way through his system very quickly.

"Right, the anal plug for my little bitch boy." She moved swiftly to the end of the table and picked up the plug. Some of the lube had dried so she gave it another coat and plunged it deep between Juan's thighs.

His muscles clenched involuntarily and he cried out. "A little part of you just died, didn't it?" She nodded as the dildo slid in all the way up to the hilt.

Juan moaned, no doubt the plug was brushing over his prostrate. The male G-spot fascinated her. 

She licked her lips at the thought of finding someone else who would let her explore with their body. Juan's cock swelled and stood completely upright. Precum glistened off the tip of his thick purple head. 

"You like this don't you?"

A minute nod of the head told her some part of him was enjoying this. Of course the size of his engorged cock betrayed any thoughts he was having anyway.

"It's perfectly acceptable between two consenting grown adults." She slapped his thigh with her bare hand. 

The sting reverberated off the walls as she repeated the motion.

Juan cried again, choking on the gag.

"Stop screaming!" She strode up the length of the table and slapped him across the face hard. 

His head bounced off the table and lolled to one side, the drug keeping him from retaliating or reacting. 

She smirked. "This is no fun. You're a dull puppet. What did you see in drugging your victims?" Producing a knife from a pocket in her tight leather pants, she slid the blade over the skin of his face and cut one strap of the ball gag, freeing him.

Juan coughed and sputtered, still unable to really respond to her. He tried to spit at her but missed.

She set a hand on her hips. "Looks like our little bitch boy has some fight in him. That's fixable." She grinned and grabbed his chin in her hand. Lifting his head upwards, she decided to use one thing guaranteed to offset his aggression. 

Pressing her lips to his, she tasted the disgusting odor of the drugs in his system along with masculine Mexican aroma that harkened back to the numerous delicious spices used in their cooking. She kissed him and licked his now bleeding bottom lip. 

Feeling him try to lift his head to meet her kiss encouraged her to press her mouth harder against his while a hand slid down the length of his torso towards his cock. 

"You like this," she broke from the kiss. "You like having your ass filled with fake cock. We should try the real thing." She grinned.

His fists clenched at his sides while he shook his head defensively. "Puta," he spat out.

She slid from his body and slapped him again. "You will never disrespect the woman who holds your life in her hands ever." 

His head lolled to the other side before he returned his glossy eyed gaze on her figure. 

She saw it, the predatory gaze he used start to come out from behind the drugged up visage. 

"That's amusing. Maybe I should let you go from your restraints and see if you could actually put up a decent fight while I fuck you with a strap on. How do you like that idea?"

His eyes widened. "You'd lose, bitch."

She slapped him across the cheek again. "You think so? Nevermind that I am trained in Panatukan and Eskrima martial arts. You'd lose very quickly."

Juan pursed his lips together tightly and remained silent. 

An eye cocked upwards and Vixen chuckled. "Still thinking I can't hold her own because I'm female?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, pursed those thin lips into a tight line and relaxed his body.

"You're cute." She patted him on the head.

He jerked his head away.

Gripping his skull in her hand, she squeezed, digging in razor sharp fingernails until she was sure she'd drawn blood. "You're an asshole, Juan. Bitch boys like you don't understand how to behave, this much I know. Bitch boys like you think this is a game. I have a game for you. We're going to take that hardened cock of yours and play with it. Would you like that?" 

His eyes widened, probably in anticipation of her sick sense of sexuality. 

"I knew you would. Now," she pulled a long thin steel rod from one of her boots and waved it back and forth in front of his eyes, watching his expression change from arousal to worry at what she'd do with the piece of metal.

"Your ass is plugged, your cock should be too. Just..." She looked at his swollen organ, aware that it had lost some of its stiffness. 

Gripping him in one hand, she began pumping him. "Does the violence or my hand harden you more, bitch boy?" 

"You're a dirty whore who should be begging to take my cock up that pretty little cunt of yours." He let out a breath through gritted teeth when she gave his cock a firm squeeze. 

She tapped the head of his cock with the sound. 

He refused to even grunt. 

"You'll feel delicious pain. I love it." Thinking about how deep the sound would go inside his cock made for an interesting picture. 

What if she sat on top of his cock and rode him while the sound was inside? Raking the piece of steel over his shaft, she drew it over his balls. 

His body reacted by tightening his scrotum against his body. Still he was hot and heavy, fluids filling his balls. He'd be begging for release soon.

Well, thinking a second longer about it, she couldn't sit on his cock without hurting him beyond use. And she did have a use for his cock, though he wasn't going to like it. "I've changed my mind, bitch boy. You're not getting the sound." She walked in front of him where he could see her perfectly and bent down, keeping her legs straight while she slid the medical device back into a pocket on the inside of her boot, keeping her ass taut for him to stare at. 

His heated gaze was easy enough to detect, hell she'd even heard him lick his lips.

But he'd not be getting any pleasure out of this.

Not today. 

Standing, she straightened herself, giving him an excellent view up the line of her body. From her slender thighs to the curve of her tight ass and up the line of her waist towards her feminine shoulders and the ponytail that swished over her hips, she was a knockout. 

And Juan was eyeing her like candy.

"Did you look at those little girls that same way? "She glanced over her shoulder and glared at him. 

"I gave them my best friendly face." He spoke, but his words held nothing but the weight of honesty. Round eyes were still glossed over but she could spot the lust dancing in his irises. 

She even noted that he'd licked his lips as his fists curled into tight balls.

"Wishing you could yank my head back and shove that pathetic excuse for a cock down my throat, huh?" 

He didn't respond so much as his body reacted against any derogatory response he'd have given.

"Your silence won't earn you brownie points, bitch boy." She watched his jaw clench, the muscles in his mouth work as his neck tensed. 

He was beginning to get thoroughly irritated. 

"If you're going to kill me already, fucking do 

it." He sneered at her.

Vixen started to react, but stopped herself. She wanted to kill him. There was a dagger in the corner that she'd left there just before bringing him into this room that would end his miserable life. 

She could plunge the dagger into his chest, stop the beating of his heart and rest assured that no more little boys and girls would suffer at his hands.

Yet, that wouldn't drag on the pain.

Instead, she walked around and saw the plug slipping out of his ass. A swift kick of her boot shoved the plug back in deeper than it had been.

He groaned and arched his hips upward, making it easier to take the plug in. She gave it another swat with her hand and it went in to the hilt. 

Satisfied, she decided to get the dagger. He was going to definitely suffer. 

She picked it up, and toyed with the weight. It was long. The handle and blade were midnight black. Twirling the blade around, she saw how light gleamed against the edge of the knife. 

Juan's eyes widened in horror at the thought of what she might actually do.

"I was just kidding," he murmured.

"Relax, asshole. I'm not going to kill you yet." Her voice dropped a notch with each word, emphasizing his ultimate demise. She ran her fingers up the length of the blade. "Though," she walked over carefully, one step at a time until she'd reached him. "This is another aspect of BDSM. Blood play." She set the cold blade against his skin and drew it down over a vein in his arm, crimson blood dripping down in the light. 

Closing his eyes, Juan hissed out a breath. 

She drew the blade down the length of his forearm until she'd reached the wrist joint. He didn't scream, but his body tensed up, muscles flexed. Toes curled while he struggled against his bonds.

Thank the deities that she had access to something stronger than leather for this criminal.

Vixen walked around to the other side of his body, eyeing her work. She pressed the blade against his skin where the arm met the shoulder and dug in just enough to produce blood. Skin turned red where she dug in. Drawing the knife slowly down the length of his arm, she watched in dismay as he refused to give her the satisfaction of even one groan.

She dug the knife in deeper near the elbow.

He screamed aloud.

"That's what I wanted. Delicious screams." 

Seeing his cock out of the corner of her eye, she noted he was still rock hard. "And a hard plaything for me for later. I love it!" Creful not to stray from the straight line, she continued dragging the blade over his skin. 




Yes Mistress



He shuddered beneath her dagger.

When she reached the wrist joint on his left hand, she surveyed her work, her lips curling upward in a smile at her handiwork.

"You're an evil bitch." 

"You say that like it's a bad thing," she grinned wider and laughed, then dropped the dagger blade against the center of his chest. "You're going to be marked permanently. This blade will cut into your skin a lasting scar so that future generations will know just what you are."

She flashed a smile and felt fangs protrude from her mouth. Where those came from was beyond her, but she knew he'd be repulsed and afraid of the sight.

Smiling larger, she let a little fang show. 

The smell in the room changed. Cold fear was now in the air as opposed the scent of brutal ego. 

The difference was in the level of bitterness that Vixen detected. 

Juan's eyes widened as the reaction hit his mind. "Puta, what are you?"

"I'm nothing compared to what you are. I'm only half the demon."

Juan snorted. His mouth opened to scream from the contact of blade to flesh but only silence came out. 

The dagger cut into the flesh of his chest, making a perfect circle that pulled another scream from him. He yelled, thrashing his head backwards against the stiff wood of the table.

"You can make it stop anytime you want, you know." She hated to have to make it come to this, but he could beg like his victims did. He could show her earnest sincerity. He could attempt to redeem himself. Even if he failed, he could still try.

"Fuck you," he spat the words out at her vehemently. "I am not somebody's toy!"

Blood pooled in a circle around the indentation of his chest. The air smelled heavily of anger and death, cayenne pepper and rotting garbage. 

Was this the stench of a rapist?

The glossy look in his eyes was replaced by something different, something resembling pain. 

His lower lip trembled as tears streaked down his face. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

It appeared that realization was washing over him, making him aware of the demon in his humanity.

That was a good thing.

"We all are angel and demon." Each human possessed within them the ability to be both good and bad, or to choose. Juan chose the latter obviously and was paying for his mistakes through forced submission. 

Vixen put the blade down on the stone floor and walked to the middle of the board. Blood ran in thin trails down Juan's arms and chest, pooling beneath him. She caught a glimpse of herself in his eyes, fangs bared. Her skin seemed translucent in the reflection in his eyes. The air filled with a new scent, one she couldn't quite place. Vixen fixed her gaze on an object hovering above Juan's forehead, noting the bright sparkles that surrounded it. "What is that?"

Juan lifted his head upwards, his eyes following the steady movement of the light. "You tell me. You're the one with fangs, lady."

"Aww," she tilted her head to the side, "tell me you don't want me to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you dry." Her voice lilted at the end of her statement, making it seem as though her statement was a question. 

It even sounded different to her ears.

"I'm not into having my cock bit off, bitch." 

His tone had wavered, the aggressive male hormones disappearing with blood loss. He wasn't so tough after all, it seemed.

The look in his eyes registered both fear and arousal. He thought she was truly going to kill him. She laughed. 

Vixen wanted to end his pathetic life. She hated men like him who rose to power through sexist superiority. This facet of humankind annoyed her. 

She felt the stain on the human race in each of them. Was drawn to the blackness just so she could cleanse it with punishment a proper 

Mistress could dole out. 

Maybe he wasn't the bad guy. 

She snorted. Her powers on this plane were limited only to what she could see in the person's heart at the time and a few other niceties that she'd been granted. She'd touched him in the bar, kissing him with just enough force in her lips that she could set a hand over his heart and feel the beat and detect the stain of blackness on his soul.

It was thick like oil and molasses she remembered. 

Narrowing her eyes at him, she noticed that his cock remained hard still, despite the blood loss. It seemed he liked playing this way. 

Odd human.

Reaching for him, she set her hand in the pool of blood that covered his chest. 

He flinched. "What the fuck, lady?"

His heart thudded loudly against her hand while the liquid swirled around and collected at her fingertips.

By now Juan had started to panic. His chest rose and fell sharply, breathing shallow breaths. His lips appeared to be trembling.

"You're afraid and aroused at the same time," Vixen noted. "This is interesting. So far all I've done is torture you and watch your cock grow harder."

Juan started to speak but his body shook against his bonds. 

Vixen scratched her head. "What's wrong, bitch boy?"

Juan couldn't speak. His mouth moved but no words came out. The sparkles above his head appeared to be pulling energy from him, turning the ball floating overhead into a black pool of filth that stunk like the bowels of the sewers.

Vixen resisted the urge to hold her nose. 

Instead, she blocked out the pungent odor with thoughts of what she would do next.

Free him and whip him into submission. By now he'd be so weak from blood loss that any attempt to strike out against her would be futile. 

"You will kneel before me." She cleared her throat. Walking towards the wall with various knives and other instruments, she listened to the sound of each heel clicking against the stone floor. Pulling a whip off the rack, she twirled it around so that the cracker cut through the air, making a whoosh sound.

"What are you talking about?" Juan's voice was filled with what amounted to nothing. It seemed he was trying to fight the demon inside for control. The demon appeared to be losing.

"Just a little more blood loss will serve my needs with you for now. And so will your complete and utter submission." Her tone changed to a serious note. She coughed, keeping an eye on the now black orb above his head. It needed to go.

"What for? You like to drink the blood, puta?" 

His derogatory tone was irritating her.

Quickly, she walked over to him and slapped 

him. His head rotated against the wooden board before he looked back up at her with wicked intent in his eyes. His nostrils flared, the blood on his chest began bubble and ooze, a sign to her that something inside wanted out and was trying to get out through his chest.

Stepping back, Vixen put her hands together while still holding the whip. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the image of a white ball that was larger than the black sphere hovering over Juan's head.

In her mind she saw the white sphere, large and luminous. She saw it grow, energy coming from an unknown source outside the walls through the tiny window in the cell. It grew and grew still while being fed from the tiny stream of sparkles coming in from the window. 

All the while, she imagined it growing, she imagined it encompassing the tiny black sphere above Juan's head. In her mind, she could see the white light filled with compassion and understanding; things she didn't possess. She saw the dark ball above his head filled with all the lessons he'd been taught growing up, how to treat women. How to keep people in line using fear, how to destroy someone, those lessons took up the space that was designed for the good in humankind.

She then sent the white light forward, pushing it with her hands. Opening her eyes, she pulled her hands apart and cracked the whip just over his head. 

Juan flinched but the ball dispersed. It reformed but was smaller, brighter. It glowed powerfully but crackled with energy as though it couldn't hold itself together without something of his.

Juan jumped again at the sound of another crack though he couldn't see the whip, the sound of a shotgun blast echoing loudly in the chamber frightened him. "Don't hit my head with that thing, please!" The tone of his voice held that soft lilt that signaled a break in his posturing.

It was time to make him kneel while she had him here in the grips of fear. No doubt the amount of blood he'd lost by now was affecting him. 

The wounds in his chest weren't grave but they were deep. 

She waited patiently, watching the black ball of poison above his head slowly become encompassed by the white light she'd created. Heat poured from her hands into the bright white ball. 

Keeping an eye on Juan, she flipped the whip in his general direction, lightly cracking the tip. Next, she lifted the table upright, putting Juan in a standing position. The leather continued to dig into his flesh, pulling a hiss from his mouth. By now the dildo has slid out of his ass and fallen onto the floor. 

She hated that, loved seeing him plugged up. Oh well. 

His head drooped forward. Gone was the sneer on his lips or the hint of darkness in his eyes. 

The black ball above his head had been dissipating over the last few minutes. 

Turning her attention to Juan, she stepped forward, eyeing him up and down. His body was drenched in sweat. Blood from his wounds now ran down his forearms and chest, dripping over his still erect cock. "You're a sick one." She gave his dick a tug, enjoying the groan he emitted. 

"But," she sighed, "we need to get this over with. So, she stepped back towards the wall and flipped a switch. In a second, the leather restraints unclasped. 

Juan fell forward onto his hands and knees, head bowed.

Vixen stepped back and swung the whip behind her. She flicked her wrist forward slightly, the whip popping ever so lightly. "You're ready to submit to me?"

Juan lifted his face, the single light in the room glaring off the roundness of his bald head. 

The pathetic look in his eyes made him seem like less of a man. And right now, he was. 

Impatiently, she cracked the whip loud, the sound echoing like a shotgun blast in the tiny room. She nailed a spot in the air just above Juan's head.

He flinched, falling over to his side. 

"Get up on your hands and knees or I'll kill you." She growled.

Juan staggered to do as he was told. Making himself get back into the position he was in, he managed despite the fact that his limbs were trembling.

Vixen watched blood pour from the wounds in his body onto the floor. His upper body was a mess, would need a bath. He'd have to bath in the special salt solution she had prepared for this, in the event that she couldn't pull the demon from him. 

Damn shame that he gave in, but human nature was bound to either lead or follow the strongest leader in the pack. And the demon that had been eviscerated by the healing white light had been stronger than the average baby but not enough to take out an accomplished Demon Mistress.

"Submit?" She cocked her brow, readying the whip behind her again. This next strike would hit him.

He looked up, mouth hung open. "Yes Mistress. 

I submit."



Yes, Mistress



I would love to become a woman's slave like that. Allowing her to pick me up in a strange town, where I have never been. Blindfolding myself for her before she arrives to pick me up. She leaves an old service van parked on a deserted parking lot, dark, at night. She gives me directions there. I arrive there at a particular hour. She will arrive one or two hours after that. During that time, i will have arrived with no luggage, nothing to my name but the clothes on my back, no driver’s license, no car, no social security card, and no identification, nothing to prove that I even exist. I will bring with me, only, a gym bag full of locks, chains, gag, blindfold, earplugs.

I will get in the van, and lock all the doors. You have the keys to get in, and no one else. So, I get in and lock all the doors. It is night, and the van is in a deserted parking lot, No one is around for miles. I dump the contents of the gym bag on the van floor, in the rear cargo bay. I take off all my clothes and shove them in the bag. I zip it shut, and use a lock, one that is open, but has no key, to lock and secure the gym bag. Once I do this, I will have no way to reopen the bag. As such, I will not be able to get my clothes back out of it. So then I will have nothing at all to wear. 

I will take an 18" chain, and two open padlocks, and shackle my ankles together. When this is done, there is only enough chain to allow my ankles to be no more than about 4-6 inches apart. Very confining, very restrictive. Those two locks have no key with me, so once I shackle my ankles, I cannot free them. It is very final. Next, I take a 48" chain and encircle it around my waist. Again, another open lock that has no key. I use this lock to secure the chain around my waist. Once I do this, there is no key to remove the chain.

The chain is longer than necessary, so once it is snugly padlocked around my waist, there is a dangling length of chain hanging down from the padlock. I rotate the chain around my waist, until this dangling excess length of chain is hanging down my backside. I get down on my knees. Then I get the lock that is color-coded. It is open as well. It is the only lock that has a key, but that key is inside the gym bag, so i cannot get to it.

Now I take this lock, pull the dangling length of chain tight, so there is no slack, and padlock it to the piece of chain that is between my ankles. Once I do this, because I left no slack in the chain, I cannot stand up; all I can do is stay naked on my knees. Very final, since I have no key to remove the lock. 

Now, there are 2 chains remaining, each chain is about 9 inches long. There are 4 padlocks left, each remaining padlock is unlocked. There is NO KEY for them. I take one chain, and one padlock, and fasten one end of one chain around left wrist. Then I take one padlock, and the other chain, and fasten it around my right wrist. Once I do this, these chains are also longer than necessary, so a short tail of chain dangles from each wrist, at the point where the padlock is. 

Next, I take the last 2 locks, and place them on the floor of the van directly in front of my knees. Then I take the earplugs and seat them in my ears snugly; these are manufacturing grade earplugs, so they work quit well. Once they are in my ears, I cannot hear anything around me. I won’t be able to hear you as you approach the van, when you come later.

Next, I take the large bandanna and shove all of it in my mouth, every bit of it. My mouth is stuffed completely full of this cloth bandanna. Then I take the ace stretch bandage, and begin to wrap it around my head, starting with my mouth and chin, wrapping and stretching it around my mouth and head, so I cannot expel the bandanna from my mouth. I continue this process, until my entire head is covered, then i reach out, but feel, and find the two butterfly clips that came with the ace stretch bandage. I use them to fasten the end of the bandage, so it stays in place.

The bandage has totally covered my entire head, like a mummy, with nothing left exposed but my nose and the very top of my head. My ears have been pinned flat, with the bandage putting more pressure on the earplugs, so I am head absolutely nothing at all.


Now, there is one last thing to do, and that is to imprison my arms and hands. I reach out, blind, and by feel, pick up one of the 2 remaining padlocks. With both hands still free, I slide the open hasp of the padlock through the very end link of the dangling end of chain on my left wrist. Then I carefully slip the hasp of this lock through a link of my waist chain, at my left side. Then I snap the lock shut. Now my left hand/arm is imprisoned.

Lastly, again blind and by feel alone, I reach out with my only free hand, my right hand, and pick up the last lock. I carefully bend my wrist so that I can repeat the process with this lock, the dangling chain hanging form my right wrist, and then slide the lock through a link of waist chain at my right side. It is difficult to do with one hand, but I have practiced, so it is not too difficult. One it is in place, I snap this lock shut.

NOW, just to recap, I am in the back of YOUR van. It is night, and i am in a deserted parking lot, and no one is around. No one at all, I am all alone, and no one but you knows that I am there. I am totally naked, I have no clothing to wear, I have no identification, I have no money, I have no property, and I have absolutely nothing to my name. In addition, my ankles are shacked closely together, so close that I could only take small baby step --if I could stand, but I cannot stand, because I am chained on my knees, and it is impossible for me to stand.

My wrists are chained very close to my sides. There is only about 3 inches of clearance that I can move either wrist out from my waist on either side. And in addition to this, I have made myself deaf, blind, and mute. I cannot hear anything, I cannot see anything or anyone, and I cannot speak, I cannot cry out for help, and if I could no one is around to hear me.

I have totally imprisoned myself for you, to prove to you my willingness to live my life in literal slavery to you, to serve you, to be absolutely subservient to you. Now, you can be watching from a distance if you want to, or you can be miles away, it is your choice. You determine how long I am to remain in total isolation in the back of that van before you show up to drive away with me. It might be a half-hour, it might be 1 hour, it might be 2, or it might be 6. The longer you leave there in isolation before you show up, the better I can acclimate myself to the fate I have created for myself. A few hours will do me good, to mentally accept the fate that I am now your owned property, that I have no rights, no freedoms, and you will control every aspect of my life --physically, sexually, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, in all ways.

When you do finally show up, you say not a word, I have never met you, so I do not know if it is you or someone else, I have no way of knowing. Without saying a word, you crank the van and drive off with me, your new possession, your newest property. But you do not go straight home with me, you drive aimlessly for a couple of hours, in the night, in the pitch black dark, I cannot see or hear what is around me. You drive in all directions, on surface streets, interstates, back road, dirt roads, up and down, back and forth, until you are sure that my sense of direction is totally fucked up. So I have no earthly idea where in the fuck I am at, or in what direction we are going.

That is when you then take me home. When we arrive there, I cannot see anything; I cannot see anything about your town, your neighborhood, your neighbor's houses, or your house. Nothing at all. I could be anywhere, or nowhere, total non-knowledge. We arrive in the middle of the night. It is dark; there is no moon out.

Once there, you leave me, and go in the house to get a knife. You return, and cut the gym bag open. You remove my clothing from the van, take them around back of your house, pour gasoline on them, and set them on fire. You make certain that they burn completely up, then you return to the van. You go back to the gym bag and find the one key that is there, it is the key that will release the lock that fastens my waist chain to my ankle chain, removing this chain will allow me to stand. But you do not remove it just yet,

There is a rope lying in the back of the van, that I had dumped out of the bag along with the other items. This rope has a slipknot in one end; you slip this loop of rope around my balls and pull it tight, until it is locked snugly around my balls. You give it a gentle but firm yank to make sure it is not going to come off. When you are certain that my balls are secure on this leash, then you remove the lock. 

With one hand on my shoulder, the other hand pulling snugly on the ball leash, you guide me out the side door of the van, onto the ground. Then, still not speaking one word to me --- I have no idea what your voice sounds like, or what you look like -- you walk in front of me, yanking the leash, yanking my balls, forcing me to follow you. You lead me inside a house I cannot see, I cannot see the outside, I cannot see the inside. You lead me inside to the room you have outfitted for my imprisonment. If it had windows, they have been covered by almost a dozen layers of split open black trash bags, secured over the windows with duct tape -- lots of duct tape, which prevents any sunlight from coming into the room. This is a room from which I will never be able to see to the outside world. This is a room to which no one can ever see inside and know that I am there. This room will totally isolate me. This room will totally isolate me from the world. To the world, I no longer exist; the only place I exist is inside these 4 walls.

The room is plain and bare; no windows, no curtains, no furniture, except for a small narrow bunk bed which is bolted to the floor in the center of the room. No wall decorations, no figurines that represent materialism, society, or living things. Nothing in the room but the bed, and you, and I. once inside the room, you keep a firm hold on the ball leash, and force me to lay on the bed, face up.

You take new locks, that you have keys for, and new chains, and start with my left arm. You place a new lock and chain on my left wrist, and then use a bolt cutter to cut the chain I put there. Then you move my left arm above my head, pulling it outward past the edge of the narrow bed, letting the arm dangle downward. You take the new chain, and pull it tight, and padlock it to the leg of the bed at the headboard. Then you repeat this process with my other arm. Now my arms are above my head, outstretched, hanging over the edge of the bed, dangling down to the floor, pulled tight and chained to the legs of the headboard. You then repeat the process with my ankles. When you are through, I am chained spread eagle to the bed, face up, with new chains. You dispose of the old chains and locks. 

So now, I am inside your house, a house whose inside and outside I have yet to see, a neighborhood I never got the opportunity to see. A town, a general geographical location for which I do not know where in the hell it is. I could just as well be in Russia for all I know.

I am locked in a small bare room, not in luxury, but in a basic, simplistic situation. I am totally naked, and have no clothing, no money, no home, no car, no friends, no support from anyone, no job, no identification, nothing to my name but my body, and my body is imprisoned and you own it, not even my body belongs to me anymore. All that I have to my name that I can claim as my own are my soul and my thoughts, and you actually possess those as well. So I am nothingness, I no longer have an identity, I am a non-person, just an object, reduced to being nothing more than your personal, private property, from now on, until you decide to release me, I exist only for your convenience, your pleasure, your enjoyment, your entertainment.

I did this to myself with no promises of how long or how short a duration of time you would keep me this way. Only I can be held responsible for this situation, because I did this to myself. And I did it willingly, eagerly, knowing beforehand that I would have no idea how long I would have to remain this way. It might be a few hours, it might be 10 hours, it might be 10 days, it might be 10 months, it might be 10 years, and it might be longer. I have no way of knowing, for me, time no longer exists.

There are no furnishings in this room. I am totally isolated from the world, and its progress, and its day to day news and events, no phone, no TV, no radio, no vcr, no computer, no clock, no calendar, no sunrise, no sunset, I exist now in a world, a closed universe, where time is meaningless. With these things removed from me, I have no need to think about time. I can therefore concentrate my thoughts and energies on serving and obeying you without question.

So here I lay, naked, spread eagle, chained tight and helpless, unable to move, with earplugs still in my ears, a gag still in my mouth, and a blindfold still over my eyes. Now the time has come for you to break me. Initiate me into your imprisonment of me. It is time for you to rid me like a wild pony and break my spirit. To break any desire left within me to be unruly or disobedient. Time to break me in and train me and make certain that I will obey you without question.

You leave me blindfolded, you leave me ear plugged, but you remove the gag, and the ace bandage, away from my mouth, then you remove the earplugs. Now I can speak, and I can hear, and I can smell, but still I cannot see, I am still blind.

I feel you mount me with the weight of your body, I feel you sitting on my chest, I feel the rope around my balls being tugged, as you reach behind you and grab it. You bring it up behind you, bringing it over one shoulder, draping the rope over your shoulder as it hangs down in front of you. You secure it with one hand, keeping it taut, not yanking, but pulling all the slack out of it, so my balls feel the slight tug.

I know what is coming almost immediately. I smell your aroused scent as it flares my nostrils; I feel your wetness as your pussy gently nudges my chin. You still have not spoken a word to me, but I know what you want, I know what is expected of me, I know what is required of me. And the sensation of my balls being tugged let me know that disobedience is not an alternative and I want to explore.

You slide up me further, your ass cheeks sitting on the upper most part of my chest, almost on my throat. Now your pussy is poised right in front of my mouth. With one quick movement, I feel your pussy clamped tightly against my mouth, and I know what your demand of me is, even without you speaking a word.

I begin licking you, nibbling you, thrusting my tongue into you, as you grind your pussy back and forth across my mouth, into my mouth, not allowing me to stop, for several hours, I am forced to eat you forced to perform the most basic, carnal act of obedience to you. I can hear your guttural moans, and know that I am pleasing you with my subservience to your pussy.

By your gyrations, I can sense the sexual urgency building within you. For hours I continue to eat at you, to gnaw at your tender pussy meat as your juices begin to cover my entire face, as you rub your pussy all over my mouth, cheeks, nose, and even my eyes. My eyelids become glued shut, as your sticky fluid begins to dry over my lashes, like a strong glue.

There is nothing I can do but lay here and endure your violation of my helpless mouth. I dare not disobey you, for fear of what you will do to my balls. I can do nothing but eat your pussy until you allow me to stop. I do not know what you sound like, not your voice anyway; I do not know what you look like. I only know how you feel sitting on my chest, I only know how you taste, and I only know that you are sexually aroused and hungry to orgasm.

Throughout the course of the wee hours of the morning, I count 12 orgasms before you finally have the mercy to allow me to stop. My spirit is broken; there is no part of me that wants to be disobedient to you. I am yours in mind, spirit, body, and sexuality, you own me, not just my physical body, you own my sexual body, you own my thoughts, my own feelings, my sense of existence, you own me beyond the concept of owning anything. 

When you have kept me in this room for a year, I will not have known that a year has passed. Time means nothing to me, the only sense of existence I have is to serve you, obey you, and pleasure you, with no thoughts for my own desires. 

When you have kept me for a full year, you might have allowed me to have 2 orgasms. My orgasms are of no importance or consequence, for I am here not to receive pleasure, but to give it. And give it. And give it. Over and over. When and how and how often and how long you demand it of me.

I am a slave,

I am yours. 



Yes, Mistress



One night, whispering under the covers, something started a conversation. Maybe I said he was my favorite fantasy, maybe it was something else. I’m really not sure. But I remember him pinching and playing with my nipples and running his fingers over my pussy until I spilt and told him what I’d seen a thousand times in my head. 

My fantasy was quite simple, him handcuffed to our bed, and me free to just do as I wished with him. I’m not a dominant person in bed, maybe I never will be, but I liked the idea of the trust it would take to get him in those cuffs, and admittedly, it’s a lovely view. But, he abhors the idea of wearing handcuffs and the fantasy had become something I’d regulated to those sleepless nights when he was there beside of me, and looking at him only made my mind think of all the naughty things I’d like to do to him.

Those times, it all came back to that one simple thing. Him, naked and stretched out on dark silky sheets, with his hands in silver cuffs wrapped around the wrought iron bars. I’d come in a heartbeat from the thought of it, and admittedly, it became my favorite thing to picture when my mind wanted to run rampant. 

I never thought he’d let me have it, and until that night I never thought I’d dare tell him. I knew his aversion to the idea, having playfully mentioned it to him more than once or twice…it was just too much to ask of him.

Until this morning. He’d been working on his body, making it into some idea of better that he had, while, admittedly, I didn’t see his drive, but, I’ve never been able to complain about the results of anything he’s wanted to do. The boy likes his body certain ways, and I? I just like his body. 

From how nice it feels to run my hands over his head when he’s shaved his hair, to the way it feels to cup his balls in my hand. I like his body, and what it does to me, and I love it when he cums on me. It’s made me fall asleep blissfully many, many times.

This morning was similar to that, he was sore and aching and it was so late and neither of us had gotten to the point where we needed sleep. Well, I can always sleep, if its cuddled by his side, but we hadn‘t gotten to the point of heading to the bed. He played songs that always brought my heart fluttering to a fevered pitch and my mind to the first time he took me to bed. I couldn’t help but kiss him, and lean close to him, remembering just the way it felt when he made me his. 

Remembering the first time I knew what it was like to come from someone’s tongue stroking and teasing me ever so gently. He laughed at it, maybe amused that it didn’t take much when it came to him to get my body to responding to what my mind remembered. Finally he got up off the couch to come to bed with me, joking as he stood by the side of it that he’d might as well get naked. I’m notorious for liking to keep him that way, and it makes a lazy day around the house so much …more incredible.

I rested there, watching as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, his skin still pale since we hadn’t gotten into the summer sun. The shorts were the next to go, and it always occurred to me when he stripped off his shorts, how well matched his lower body was. From the back he had this nice, firm ass that I loved feeling in my hands, and these lovely thick legs. Its horrible sometimes, to see nicely proportioned men have those sickly stick like legs, so much better when their bodies seem to speak of power, just as his thickly muscled thighs do. 

And of course, speaking of thick, I never can forget his cock. Even at rest it’s a beautiful thing, nicely thick against his well filled balls. Yum. And not a hair anywhere. Smooth skin so that all you can see is his cock in all its glory. He slipped into bed, and I moved to put my head on his shoulder, my favorite way to cuddle close to him.

“Go ahead, you know you want to lick my nipples.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and despite my protests that I hadn’t intended any such thing, it was a nice invitation. He has these light honey tinged colored nipples that are tight little nubs when they’re paid enough attention. 

And, I love paying attention to them, circling the tips with my tongue, and waiting as long as I can before taking it in my mouth and sucking on it. I raised my head to kiss those cupid’s bow lips that I couldn’t help but to run my tongue over, and he cocked his head to the side, saying “Isn’t this where you go get the handcuffs?”

I raised an eyebrow at his words, but I wouldn’t miss that invitation for all the world. I slid from the bed, fetching the handcuffs along with their key and a bottle of strawberry oil that I’d wanted to lick off of him for some time now . The cuffs weren’t much used, and it took a few moments to get them locked in place around his wrists. The result was so nice that any difficulty would have been worth it.

My darling, his body naked, his cock getting hard, those cuffs around his wrists and the bed keeping his hands stretched out over his head. It made his arms so long and lean, and stretched him out so well. This was what I had been dreaming of, lusting after. I had it now, there he was, laid out for my pleasure, my sex toy. 

My love, and my best friend as well, but that wasn’t what was on my mind. What was on my mind was that his body was my playground. His hands were out of the way, and though his legs were free, I was smug in knowing that they too could be tied down. Make a nice X of him across the bed, with his cock sticking up, begging for attention, yes that idea had merit. As it was, I was too impatient for that, I just wanted to give his body some attention. 

I opened the bottle of oil and drizzled the sweet syrup over his chest and on his nipples, moving to lap it up and swirl it across his skin. So good, strawberries and his faintly sweet salty taste. I raised up, asking if he’d like to taste, and dipped my mouth to his, rubbing my tongue over his lips and delving inside his mouth, wondering if he could taste the strawberry sweetness. 

I lingered in the kiss until it occurred to me that the syrup would coat his dick well, and I’ve never been able to resist wrapping my lips around that part of him. I let the syrup dribble from the bottle onto the tip of his head, watching it run down the shaft, pool at the bottom, before starting to slide over his balls. 

I leaned in to lick it up from his balls, to taste the pool of it at the base of his cock, before sliding the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue over that sweetness and letting my mouth take in more of him little by little. Sucking on that big thick cock is a thing of wonder, it stretches my lips, and the length of it makes taking him down my throat an accomplishment. I toyed with his cock a few moments, looking up at him, his head tossed back against the pillow. His hands so delightfully imprisoned. 

“What do you want?” I had to hear him. Had to talk to him. 

“Whatever you wish master.”

I laughed, “I’m your mistress, not your master.”

“As you wish master.”

“Respond well slave or you’ll be punished.”

I saw his smile, and I reach for his nipple, twisting it hard.

“That’s punishment?” his smile was too wicked, and I’d moved up so that I could feel his hardness against my pussy. I slid around, liking how the head of him felt against my already wet lips.

“Mmm, slave your cock feels so good. Would you like some pussy?”

“I don’t have an opinion master.” Good goddess, he doesn‘t know what he does when he talks that way.

“You’ll have to be punished for that, but I need to come first.” This was too fucking good, I couldn’t control myself. I slid down on his dick, taking my time because I know how badly he can tear me just from the width of his cock. I eased onto him easily, so wet from just the way he was imprisoned. 

I slid around on him, getting comfortable, letting my insides stretch to accommodate the cock that I was always craving.“Do you know your mistress has wanted your cock all morning? Wanted you right here just like this? Maybe after a few nice orgasms I can lick it again, take it in my mouth. Would you like that slave?”

“Yes, master, as you wish.”

“Now, are you going to continue to misbehave slave.”

“It’s a rebellion.”

“We’ll see about your rebellion, but for now, I just want to come.”

I rode his dick, sliding all the way back and down against him, feeling his balls smack against me. It didn’t take too long to come. I continued asking him questions, continued getting his contrary answers, it occurred to me to stop fucking him, and slide up to where his mouth would have to be busy with the pussy it was presented with. 

I even told him I was thinking about that, about sliding off that rock hard cock and burying his mouth in my pussy until he could come up with better answers. The idea of it had me so hot that I came sharply before I thought to actually implement the idea. And he was so hard and thick that my pussy didn’t feel like giving the length of him up until I couldn‘t bear it anymore. I bent to kiss him, but he stubbornly kept his lips tightly closed.

“Now, slave, you’re supposed to be a good boy.”

He shook his head.

I raised up, letting his cock slip free, and knowing I was going to be dripping down my thighs and feeling so empty. 

“Now, slave, you need to be a good boy and open your mouth.”

“Yes, mistress.” He opened his mouth and let my slide my tongue over his lips and in against his tongue.

“That’s only slightly better, slave, open your mouth to kiss me.”

He did as I asked, meeting my tongues thrusts with his own and I kept my pussy slightly over his dick, loving the way he squirmed. “No, slave, no pussy for you. You have to behave better.”

He arched his hips and moved his legs, and though his hard cock managed to slightly penetrate my lips a few times, I always moved up and away. The torture was killing me more than him. I needed to be filled, regardless of good behavior on his part. “Now, are you going to be a good boy?”

“Yes mistress.” I shuddered at his words, and at the sight of his hands twisting against the silver handcuffs, I felt the orgasm start right then. 

“Maybe you just need your mouth full like a good little slave, and you’ll forget about the pussy that you can’t have.”

I leaned over, putting a nipple in his mouth.

“Suck it good.”

“Yes mistress.” he said, his lips wrapped around my nipple. His face buried under the heft of my tits. God but he could do wonders with that tongue. He sucked at it and I felt tremors go through me as his teeth bit down. I came from the sensation, leaning my head back to enjoy the waves of feeling.

“MMMM, good job slave. Maybe you deserve some pussy now. Seeing as how its all nice and wet and wanting that big hard cock of yours. Tell me what you want slave.”

“I want your pussy mistress.”

“Good, slave, now, I want to kiss you.”

He moved his head back from my nipple and I leaned over him, sliding down on his cock as I kissed him. I was coming before I even had him in me, and I wondered if he knew it. If he knew that with every yes mistress my skin tingled and the sensations started between my legs and flowed up my body. He thrust upwards and I was enjoying fucking him, but it was too good to give it up so quickly.

“No, slave, be a good boy, you can’t cum.”

“Yes mistress.”

I rode him, coming countless times, and loving the look on his face. It was too good.

“Maybe you need your mouth full again. I think I want to come while you suck on my tits.”

I placed my nipple in his mouth and continued fucking him as he stroked it with his tongue and bit it. “Careful slave, don’t let it come out of your mouth.”

I fucked him harder, needing to feel that I was impaled on him, and for a moment my nipple came free of his mouth.

“Now, we have to do better than that, slave.”

“Yes mistress” the words were muffled by the nipple that he held between his teeth. He bit down and I was, lost. Oh, god, but it was amazing, having him like this, my willing sex toy. Taking my pleasure with his body over and over again as I got to look on him bound there.

“What if I keep you here like this all day? Chained up to the wall, coming in to fuck you. Leaving to watch a movie. Coming in to feed you, and to lick on that cock of yours? How about that?”

“AS you wish mistress.” With the idea of having him like that for that long, it was too good. And I wanted a nice load of cum to coat what was going to be a very, very sore pussy. 

“Slave?”

“Yes mistress.”

“You need to come for your mistress, coat my pussy with a nice big load. Mmmm, a nice sticky load of cum. Do you want that slave?”

“Yes mistress.” I fucked him harder, falling into the rhythm where it was usually easier for both of us to come. “Slave, what do you want.”

“Oh, god, I want to cum.” he said it in a rough gasp and his head was thrown back and his body so tense beneath me and I rode him for all I was worth, having the mother of all orgasms on top of him as his cock spurted inside of me. 

It took a moment for me to calm down, and I lovingly cleaned the both of us up, taking my time in unfastening those handcuffs. I settled back breathless, and very, very well satisfied. 

There’s one thing about it, I can’t say my darling doesn’t fulfill my every fantasy. And, I can’t say that I’m not going to yearn to have him that way again. Maybe we can take turns. After all, even when I’m being his mistress, its still him that’s my master.



Yes, Mistress



I step into the front room and am struck by the immediate sense of anticipation that surrounds me. The doorman notices that I am not a regular attendee and approaches me with a copy of the house rules. I read over them and wonder if I have gotten myself into more than I can handle. Recognizing my apprehension the doorman asks me if I have any questions. Do I? Well, sure a whole list of them, but who will have the time or the inclination to be my personal informant as to the inner workings of this world without judgment? In spite of my doubts, I ask if there is possibly someone who could escort me through the labyrinth inside and make sure I don't accidentally offend anyone or break a house rule in my ignorance. 

He said yes and paired me with a 6'5" man with a shaved head wearing black leather chaps and matching vest toting a wicked looking bullwhip on his hip. Oh, my! Well, I guess if this is part of the initiation, then so be it. I begin reciting a mantra to myself reminding myself that no one can have power over me unless I allow it. I look up into the giant's face and am dazzled by the intensity of his blue eyes. This man is no villain! He may try to hide behind the façade of leather, but deep down he is a gentle soul whose purpose here is to protect the innocent form harm. He is my guardian for the evening. Gratefully, I smile at the doorman and whisper, "Thank you." he and the giant exchange a look that was over too quickly for me to comprehend its meaning. I could only hope my instincts were right and that it was not sinister in nature.

Giant led me to the far recesses of the house to where the dungeon awaited. Along the way we passed many people engaged in various aspects of what I had always taught were "sinful pleasures" and not for good little girls like me. Longingly, I wished I had the courage to participate even if just for a moment! Then I remembered one of the house rules, which stated that I am not allowed to participate in any scene unless specifically invited by the Master or Mistress. We neared the back of the house and I began to get nervous. I could feel the almost overpowering energy emanating from the room. I hadn't realized that my feet had stopped moving until Giant pressed his large hand against my back and gently nudged me forward. I looked up to see Giant's head above mine and felt his warm body directly behind my own. I bit my bottom lip between my teeth and he slowly stepped aside giving me permission to leave if I so chose. Perhaps it was this reminder that I was here by choice and had the freedom to leave at any point in time that gave me the courage to cross the threshold and enter into a world I had never imagined possible.

People were seated in couches, which were arranged in a semi circle around a large flat cushioned table with an eye-hook at one end of it. I had seen tables similar to these, but I seriously doubted that these people were here to see free demonstrations of the healing benefits of a Reiki massage. I caught myself before the smile at that thought had a chance to pass my lips. As a guest in this home I certainly did not want to offend anyone before I even had a chance to be introduced to the Master of Ceremonies. Giant led me over to a couch and nodded me to be seated comfortably. 

As is my habit, I chose to be seated on the floor with my back pressed up against the front of the couch. Giant merely raised an eyebrow and sat behind me with one leg on either side of me. I felt this to be a comforting, protective shell around me and leaned back to thank him for his generosity. Sensing that I was about to break a rule he gently but firmly squeezed his legs around me to silence me. Ah, right, the "No talking in the dungeon unless the Master or Mistress gives permission to do so" rule. Again, grateful to him for thinking of me I pinched his leg to let him know I understood and would try to sit quietly.

Suddenly lights dimmed and a single spotlight shone directly onto the center table where now lay a naked woman face down and chained to the center hook by the straps binding her wrists together. I didn't remember seeing her being placed there, but I had been distracted by Giant, so I turned my entire focus to the activity in front of me. The woman on the table had several mean looking welts on her fiery looking ass and I wondered if she had broken a house rule. Shuddering, I pinched Giant again to thank him for my near miss earlier and wondered if he was going to think me bold for continuing to pinch him. He merely squeezed me between his strong legs again.

A hush so loud it sounded like a drum roll fell over the room as a woman in an outfit that only Cher could wear as well stepped into the center spotlight. In her hand she held a long piece of what looked like a broken leg from a chair. What in the world is she going to do with that, I wondered. Had I only known the answer to that question would be so immediately forthcoming I would have buried my head into the side of Giant's leg. As it was, then the woman lifted the cane and struck the chained girl so hard she jumped on the table all I could do was gasp and become frozen in place. 

For some reason I was equally as unprepared for the second blow when it came even though I watched the cane rise again and swing down to meet the tender flesh of the chained one. My knee jerk reaction was to run to the chained one and throw myself on top of her body to save her from the cruel tortured inflicted by the cane wielding one. Moving faster than I thought humanly possible, Giant caught me up and hauled me onto his lap pinning me down with his legs and strong arms and covering my mouth with his hand so I would not inadvertently scream out in protest. When the third blow landed it echoed in my skull and I bit down on Giant's hand until I could taste his blood in my mouth. 

Tears streaming down my face I struggled to escape Giant's hold on me but he merely held me tighter and pressed my face into the side of his neck so I would not have to witness the final strikes of the cane. How could anyone live through such torment? And why would they want to? My mind was numb and my body limp as Giant lifted me in his arms into an adjoining room where he bathed my face with cool water until I recuperated enough to speak again. 

"Ask your questions now," he said. The low rumbling timbre of his voice was as soothing as was the compassion I saw in his eyes. 

All I could manage was to croak out, "How? Why? I don't understand." He nodded and asked me if understanding was now what had brought me there in the first place. I said yes, but that I hadn't realized the price I would have to pay for such knowledge. 

"Ignorance is bliss," I mumbled. 

Giant shook his head and replied, "Have you ever found the place in yourself where there is no fear or time or space? That place in which only you exist?" I mutely shook my head no. "Ah, well, for those who have found that place it is you, not us, who are to be pitied," he professed. 

"I still don't understand. Can I speak with her? The injured one? Perhaps she can explain it to me and then I will understand." 

It was his turn to shake his head at me. "She is not yet at a place where she can speak or think clearly. In order to understand her you need not speak with her, you need to become her." I couldn't imagine myself willingly sacrificing my body to a cruel tormentor. And yet, the idea of finally experiencing that place of "nothingness and everythingness" intrigued me as well. In a moment of clarity and insight I knew I had to be on that table chained and naked and completely vulnerable in order to understand. 

I nodded to Giant and placed my hand into his. I briefly had a chance to notice how smooth his hands were before we were again returning to the room with all the couches and tables. I was still nervous about doing something wrong, but I trusted Giant and he seemed perfectly willing to lead me into this arena. It felt nice to not have to think for myself for once. 

We approached Cher's evil twin and Giant formally presented me to her. Unsure of customary greeting to one so powerful and falling back on my Catholic upbringing I genuflected in front of her. Briefly, I wondered if I would be struck down by lightning for doing so, but then I saw the wicked looking cane in her hands and figured that I had more to fear from her than from the lightning at this moment. I heard Giant's voice saying, "Mistress, I respectfully bring you this unbroken one to lead as you see fit." 

Mistress looked down at me and said that if I wished to be in her presence I should be naked. Why I thought I could somehow get through his with my clothes on was beyond me. Dutifully I stripped down to my socks. The thought of asking her if I could keep my socks on because my feet get cold made me almost laugh right there until I remembered the list of house rules. Although it did not specifically state that one should not laugh at, or in the presence of, the Mistress, I took it as an assumed rule and quickly swallowed my nervous smile. 

Naked now I again dropped to my knees to await the next request. Request? Her voice didn't lead one to imagine that she was politely requesting -- it was a demand plain and simple. And yet, I again remembered the Giant and knew that all I had to do was to say no and u could leave this room. Filled again with a tenuous sense of courage I began to look up to Mistress to ask her what her next request was and then thought better of it figuring that, as Mistress, if she had a request of me she would not need my permission to ask it. So I decided I would remain kneeling on the cold hard floor until Mistress deemed me a worthy conversationalist.

"Rise," she barked. I rose. She slowly toured my body seemingly taking an inventory of me. "What do you desire above all else?" she asked. 

"Merely to please you, my Mistress," I replied. Where had that come from? Well, I guess it's true. Perhaps if I do a good enough job of pleasing her she will be gentle with me. She raised her eyebrow at me then glanced at Giant. I was beginning to become suspicious of that eyebrow raise, but wasn't given much time to ponder its meaning before Mistress took out a small leather cord and began tying my wrists together in front of my body. 

When she finished she barked yet another command of me, "Kneel." I wondered if she even knew how to speak without dictating and why she would have me stand then kneel again when it would have been easier to have me stay kneeling in the first place. Wisely figuring it would be an untimely place to ask, I knelt. 

She stepped behind me and raised my face to the far wall which, until now, had lain in darkness. My eyes gazed at the vast array of -- what? Tools? Weapons? Toys? My mind grasped onto this last concept since it seemed to fit better than the others did. I imagined the Mistress playing a game of truth or torture and these were her toys. "Go and select one which will give you pleasure and one which will give you pain," she directed. Pleasure? Hardly! Pain, well, it seemed like any of them could successfully accomplish that goal. 

I crawled over to the wall on my hands and knees and gazed up at each toy in turn. I was amazed at the beauty and craftsmanship of each piece. Leather and metal blended together to create a diorama of erotic proportions. Erotic? Where had that thought come from? Knowing I had to make a selection but unaware of exactly how to fulfill Mistress's request, I silently turned and bowed my head. Hopefully, mom's house rules applied here as well of, "When in doubt, ask." A silence of shock filled the room. Who is this young upstart to fail a simple task? "Yes?' Mistress asked. 

"Forgive me, please, Mistress, for although you have many fine tools here, I have never experienced any of them and am unsure as to which one would bring me pleasure and which one would bring me pain." I hoped she would take pity on me and make my selection for me. No suck luck. 

"Perhaps, then, since your education has been so lacking you would wish a taste of them all?" she queried. All? Rapid calculations in my head made me shudder to think that she would actually use them all on me at once. Perhaps she meant one today and one the next time I came. Next time? I didn't know if I had the courage to do this again, so I figured I might as well make this a memorable experience.

"Yes, Mistress, if it would please you to educate me I would be eternally grateful for your instruction," I humbly replied. Eternally? Grateful? Well, perhaps I wouldn't even make it out of here in one piece so eternity might not be that far away. 

A collective gasp spread through the crowd seated on the couches and I wondered if I had made a mistake. "Very well, then let us begin," she said and with that she snapped her fingers and Giant lifted me up into his arms and placed me onto the table and secured my leather bindings to the eye-hook mounted on the table. He looked deeply into my eyes and then pointedly across the room to let me know that he would be within eye sight if I should need him. Gratefully, I pinched his hand, the only part of his body I could reach, for I didn't dare smile at a time like this. 

"Choose a number from 1 to 10 and this is the number you shall receive from each piece upon the wall," Mistress instructed. Choices? Well, I didn't want to cheat and say 1, but I definitely knew I couldn't handle a 10, so I selected my favorite safety number. 

"Four, if it would please you, Mistress," I humbly replied.

"Very well, then let the lesson begin." With that, she lifted a paddle off the wall. One side of it was made of leather and the other had a soft fur. 

She came to me and gently stroked my bare ass with the tickling fur side. It was difficult not to squirm under the surprisingly ticklishness of it. Then she directed, "Count off each one." and without further preamble struck me with the leather side of the paddle.

"Oh!" I gasped. Then, remembering my directive, I quickly said, "One." Again and again she struck me with the paddle twice in rapid succession. Barely having time to breathe between each one, I managed to stammer, "T-Two, Three." I futilely struggled against the restraints. Thanking my guardian for not having chosen the number 8, I anxiously awaited the last and final blow from the paddle.

It came harder than the last three, but I didn't seem to mind as much now. "Four," I said in a clear voice. Focusing on the warmth on my buttocks, I failed to notice that Mistress was now wielding a leather crop until the fist blow struck my virginal flesh.

"Yipe! One," I managed to gasp before I lay my head onto the table.

"Have you learned enough for one day, neonate?" Mistress asked.

Thinking it was very nice of her to give me a way out and still keep my pride, I replied, "Nay, Mistress, please continue, if it would please you."

The second blow turned my focus onto the sensations of my buttocks and not on the humiliation of being naked and surrounded by strangers and being whipped. "Two," I murmured. I was surprised to hear the husky quality of my voice as I counted off the next blow, "three." 

"Four," was almost a moan more so than a voice counting off numbers. I then sensed her leaving my side and could not help but feel isolated and alone until her return. She did not return alone, but carried with her a thickly bound set of crops and in my minds eye I imagined her as Medussa with those being her snakes.

Feeling the leather lick my flesh was almost a relief from the isolation I had felt from her absence. I began counting anew, "One." Surprisingly, the blow did not hurt as much as I had thought and I surprisingly found myself somewhat disappointed at that revelation. I had come to look forward to the intrusive stinging on my backside. Not knowing how to ask Mistress to increase the pressure of the blow, I did the only thing a naked, prone person bound to a table can do -- I raised my hips to meet the next blow. 

It worked like magic. Again I felt the comforting kiss of leather as I cried out, "two." Comforting? I would have never dreamed it to be so. And I didn't have time to waste perseverating on it because I had to concentrate on remembering what number I was up to in my countdown to eternity.

"Three," I forced out. Again I arched my back and thrust my hips up to meet the final blow as I cried out, "Four!" I sighed as a sense of prie filled me. Pride for having done what I thought was impossible. There is a strong rush that accompanies that feeling for me and I was filled to almost bursting with that emotion now. I didn't care what the next tool was going to be, I decided that I would meet and conquer the challenge it posed. 

I vaguely heard the whistle of the cat-o-nine tails before it met with the ripe flesh of my ass. "Oh, my, one." Inadvertently I forgot the rule of not speaking unless spoken to and the words, "thank you, Mistress," sprang from my lips unbidden my me. Thank you? Oh, yes! Thank you for loving me enough to show me the hidden secrets that can be unlocked by a tenderly placed whip. "Two. Three. Four," came again in rapid succession. 

Again, I heard a whistling sound, but was confused at the different pitch I heard until I felt the first "Crack!" of the bullwhip as it neatly sliced across my now-fiery ass. "One!" I grunted. Gasping for a much needed breath, I sucked in enough air to ready myself for choking out, "Two," before panting and crying out in agony. I could almost see the pattern Mistress was creating on my ass. It was like a sadistic canvas of flesh and she was the artist laying out the stripes in a criss-cross pattern of blood and welts. Sensing that I was nearing a faint, she paused for a few breaths before laying the final two strips across the center of my ass in an X pattern, mimicking the first two larger ones.

"Three. Four," I said in a daze.

I felt her approach my head and gently turn my face so it was looking into her eyes. She wiped the tears from my eyes and asked if I wished for her to continue. "You will go to a place you have never been before and although it can be a very frightening place at first, know that you are safe with me." How could I resist such compassion?

"Yes, Mistress, for I live but to please you," I whispered

"Ah, you do, little one. Have no fear. You please me well," she reassured me. The last part was whispered so softly into my ear that none but me heard it. There was no one to witness my sweet surrender to my Mistress. A sudden feeling of omnipotence filled me. I could do anything. That power would be sorely tested as the four blows from the cane would send me soaring into a void of all sensation.

On the count of "One," I thought I had gone to hell on Earth. I could not move or speak as the agony washed over me in an angry wave of fire. Giant must have seen the shock on my face, for he rushed over to my side and Mistress reached to untie my bonds.

Frantically, I shook my head, no. Gasping for breath, I struggled to say, "Please forgive me yet again, Mistress, for my ignorance. I had no idea the sensations would be quite to intense. I will be more prepared for you next time with your gentle reassurance that I am ok." Giant stopped moving, but looked searchingly at me. My guardian, I thought. No, I don't yet want you to rescue me from this place. My eyes reached out to his in an effort to have him understand that it was he who had led me here and my gratitude could only be expressed by remaining here until I was complete. Complete? Yes, I was searching for the completeness that only comes after you have been shattered and made whole again.

I thought of the injured one who had gone before me and knew now that her words could never have made me understand what becoming her had taught me. I felt mistress walking back towards my ass and felt her rest her hand on my back, perhaps in an effort to communicate that I may not arch up to meet these blows for any reason. I felt the excruciating thud of the cane on me and realized how dangerous it would be for me to move in any direction with her wielding that tool. The power in it could break bones if not used properly. Mistress was trying to keep me safe in the only way she knew how and for that I was extremely grateful.




Yes, Mistress



"Two," I counted and made sure my body remained completely immobile during the onslaught of the next two blows.

"Three," again brought me into myself to consciously think on what I was feeling. Not just the blow from the cane, but the feeling of every muscle in my body fighting to relax afterwards made me hypersensitive to the final assault.

The word, "Four," rushed out of my mouth almost independently.

Mistress again came up to the head of the table and released the leather binds from the hook on the tale. Falling to my knees, I could only bow and wait for her invitation to speak. She did not leave me waiting long. 

"Yes?' it sounded like a sensual purr emanating from the base of her soul.

I shivered and managed to look up at her and say, "Thank you Mistress for your patient tutelage of this innocent. If it would please you, I can now fulfill your prior request." I glanced over to the wall where all of her toys now winked at me and felt a warmth spread through me at the image each one posed. 

"You are sure?" she asked.

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life, Mistress," I replied. 

"Very well, then go to the wall and select one which will give you pleasure and one which will give you pain."

In awe, I crawled over to the wall and selected the flat paddle, remembering its soft caress, and the cat-o-nine tails, remembering its stinging kiss. With my choices in hand, she again led me to the table and this time I lay down upon it myself and allowed her to tie my hands to the hook.

Again she gave me a choice of selecting a number from one to ten, but I knew that would not satiate my sudden greedy craving, so I said nothing. "Well? Speak!" she demanded.

"Mistress, if it would please you to redefine the parameters I am quite sure I could make a better selection for you."

Puzzled, she said, "Fine, then select from one to fifteen."

Again, she was met with silence. I felt the crowd hush even more in the silent room. How dare this naive child thwart Mistress a second time!

I felt my hair being yanked smartly from the table by Mistress's powerful hand as she growled in my ear, "One to twenty, little one, and that is my final offer."

Her voice sent chills down my spine, but she had finally gotten to where I wanted to select my number. If four is my favorite number, then imagine the possibilities of that number squared! "Sixteen," I replied. I noticed my voice had wavered a bit, but was still strong enough to be heard clearly.

Perhaps it was to teach me a lesson about being greedy rather than accept what is offered, but it seemed like her first five blows with the paddle were meant to ensure further cooperation by their force. At this point, that was fine by me. I counted off each warming blow and felt my bottom swell with the heat of the friction from the leather. Yes, this is what I had sought for so long. The final blows were met eagerly by my raised ass, which begged Mistress to unleash her strength upon it. 

When all 16 blows of the paddle were meted out she did not allow even a moment's hesitation before beginning the onslaught with the cat. Now my body non only raised up to met each blow, but thrust in rhythm with the cadence of her swings. I felt the cat lick my ass with its sandpaper tongue in a steady figure eight pattern of an odd mixture of pain and pleasure. We got to 14 and I was dripping wet and on the verge of a mind shattering orgasm, but didn't dare cum without her permission. 

Beyond caring about the consequences of the house rules, I begged, "Mistress." 

"Yes, little one, beg for your release," she purred.

"Please!," I cried out desperately.

"I grant your release," she stated but did not strike me with the last two blows of the cat. Instead, she gently ran it down the length of my back and ass so I could feel each of the previous blows from all her toys. 

Memories of the paddle, crop, flog, cat, whip, and cane flooded my subconscious and I felt myself hurtling toward the edge of bliss.

As she lay the cat across my flesh the last time, she entreated, "Cum for me, little one."

I did. How could I possibly deny her? I felt myself shatter into a thousand pieces into a place void of all thoughts, feelings, and emotions. Void of anything but myself. So this was the nirvana Giant was telling me about, I thought in ecstatic wonderment. I felt like I was flying in an abyss of reality. Nothing could harm me while I was here in this place of peace.

I briefly wondered how Mistress was going to piece together the shards of me, but I had complete faith that somehow she would know exactly how to do so. For now I just let myself float freely.

Sometime later I returned from the experience and found myself standing in front of Mistress. She had tears in her eyes. Slowly I realized that everyone in the room was standing and applauding.

Confused, I looked for guidance from Mistress. She, whom I thought I would hate. She, whom I thought was the cruelest of creatures. She, whom I adored.

She handed me a single red rose bud and said, "You were beautiful, little one. Thank you."

I couldn't imagine why she would be thanking me. Still numb, I let Giant lead me into the adjoining room again to allow me time to compose myself. I knew that my life would never be the same, for I had discovered the secret of this powerful world. It was not about breaking the spirit of someone. It was about allowing them to find their true inner self. And in order to have complete understanding of oneself, you must first give yourself over to the void of you.

"Thank you, Mistress," I thought aloud. Thank you. For everything.



Yes, Mistress



This story is written based on my play with bi_candy. She is ready to publish the 'sister' story "Yes Master". I encourge you all to visit bi_candy's work and read that as well as all of her stories.



The phone rang only twice before I answered. I saw on the ID that it was Sade calling. I listened to her instructions and hung up. I only had 20 minutes to prepare. I needed to hurry.

In less then the allotted time I was kneeling in my living room, naked with my hands clasped behind my back. The front door was unlocked as I was instructed and I continued to gaze at the floor, trying my best to remain calm as I waited.

I don't know how long I waited like that, but eventually I heard the soft latch of the door as it opened and then again as it closed. It remained quiet for some minutes and then I heard the familiar tapping of her high-heeled shoes as Mistress Sade slowly walked across the hard wood floor to where I was.

She was beautiful. She stood 5' 2" tall with shoulder length black hair that framed her face as hung to just over her firm hard 34" B cup breasts. Her shapely chocolate legs protruded from the bottom of her short mini skirt and as she sat in the chair across from me she told me to look at her.

My eyes went immediately to her face. Anywhere else would just have incurred her ire. I looked to her eyes for some hint as to her mood but saw only the brown orbs that returned my gaze. I waited, as I knew I should for my next instruction.

"Slut, you may greet me!"

"Mistress, thank you for allowing me this time with you!"

"Very good Slut. Now tell me. Do you trust your Mistress?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Are you prepared, Slut, for my whims?"

"Yes, Mistress, I long to serve you!"

"Tell me what you desire Slut!"

"I have no desire beyond serving you, Mistress!"

"Very good Slut!"

She rose from her chair and walked behind me. I could sense her bending over and soon felt the cold steel of handcuffs as she fastened them to my wrists. A shudder passed through me, and my cock jumped at the possibilities of the night. She remained there for a few moments and then reseated herself in front of me. She spread her knees and commanded that I look between her legs.

"Do you see my wet pussy Slut?"

"Yes, Mistress. May your humble Slut serve you using his tongue?"

"No. Slut you may not. But you will not take your eyes from my pussy, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. You will watch me and behave."

She slowly lowered her hand to her pussy and drew two fingers along the opening of her slit. She continued to lightly touch herself and open her hot pussy exposing her pink inner skin to my eyes. My cock was already hard but it seemed to get even harder as I watched her fingers caress that area I so loved to taste. She used that hand to open herself and then brought her other hand down and began to rub a finger round and round her clit. I drooled wishing it were my tongue touching and rubbing her now swollen pink clit, but I knew to remain still and to not avert my eyes.

"Tell me Slut, what are you thinking?"

She continued to play with her pussy as I responded.

"Mistress I am only thinking of how I could serve you by doing that for you."

"Well you will not do that, Slut. You may only watch me. Oh and Slut!"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"DO NOT CUM!"

"Yes, Mistress."

I had barely whispered my response to her. My mind was fighting the urge her actions were doing that made me want to cum. My cock was throbbing as I watched her now insert two fingers into that warm hot cavern I longed to taste. She pumped them in and out of her hot pussy and I listened as her fingers squished as they pumped in and out. She moaned and I watched as her body shook in obvious pleasure. My cock was fighting me, I tried to remain strong but Mistress' actions were making that resolve difficult. She removed her fingers and held them out under my nose.

"Tell me Slut, do I smell tasty?"

"Yes, Mistress, may I be allowed to taste you?"

"No Slut you may not."

She brought her fingers to her own mouth and sucked them as she would my cock. Her teasing was only bringing me closer to cuming. When she brought her hand back down and after dipping those same two fingers in her wet cunt slid them to her asshole and plunged them in, I almost lost control. Some cum did escape my cock but I held back, preventing my total ejaculation as she used those fingers to fuck her own ass.

I was now in a very difficult position, my cock was constantly threatening to erupt and my ability to hold back was shrinking. More and more pre-cum gathered on the tip and oozed down the sides of my now rock hard shaft. When she removed those fingers from her ass and sucked them I thought I would lose it completely. Only sheer determination prevented me from coating her with my now boiling cum.

She again rose from the chair and stripped out of her clothes. Standing for a moment in front of me allowing me to take in all of her beauty. Her chocolate tits were firm and I could see that her light chocolate nipples had darkened and were swollen with her own lust. She ran her hand over her tits and pulled on her hard nipples as she walked back behind me again.

I listened to her and wondered what she was doing. Then she again spoke to me.

"Do you trust me Slut?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"May I use my Slut how I wish?"

"Always Mistress."

She released the handcuffs and when she walked back in front of me she was wearing a belt around her waist and from that belt hung a very realistic cock. My heart skipped a beat as I looked and saw that her 'cock' was much larger then my own. It was longer and much thicker. I shook as I realized what she had in mind for me.

"Lay back Slut. Lay on you back and spread you legs for me."

I did as ordered, paralyzed with the fear of that monster and where she intended to use it. My ass was a virgin and while I had committed myself to Mistress, this was a moment I did not think I was ready for. She handed me a tube of lubrication, which somehow dropped from my hands and rolled away from me.

"Slut, do you want this cock to fuck you without lubrication?"

"No, Mistress, please let me got it. I am sorry. I beg you to allow me to retrieve it."

"Stay Slut. Do not move, let me consider your request."

She stroked her 'cock' as I waited for her answer. I could not stop shaking nor could I look away from her 'cock'. Her answer came as she reached over and retrieved the lube and once again handed it to me.

"Do not drop it again Slut or I will use this 'cock' dry and rip your ass apart. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

My voice trembled in fear as I firmly grasped the tube. She nodded and I opened it and squeezed a generous amount on my hands and covered her 'cock' as best as I could. I replaced the cap and handed her the tube.

"Now grab you knees Slut and pull you legs up, show me your ass!"

I did as she demanded and my ass was now opened to her. I could feel the cool air of the room blow gently at those areas that had been hidden from view and I could feel my ass hole pucker as she lined her 'cock' against my rear entrance. My own cock had found a way to grow even harder as I anticipated being skewered by Mistress.

"Now relax, Slut. Do not fight this."

I did as best as I could as I felt her 'cock' began its invasion. There was a good deal of pain as she forced it into my ass, passed the outer ring. I did my best to relax as she held still allowing my ass to adjust to this monster she was forcing into me. Then I felt significant pressure as she pushed further into my ass. I felt like I was being forced way beyond the limits possible but still she pushed and pushed. When I felt I couldn't take any more she pushed further into me and I cried out.

"Quiet, Slut. I know you want this."

She was right; as much as it pained me to admit it I wanted her to take my virgin ass. I needed my Mistress to make me hers totally and I knew that after tonight I would always be her slut. That thought made it possible for me to enjoy the last few inches as she forced them in me. I felt her belly pushing against my ass cheeks and I knew I had managed to take it all. I waited for her to make the next move. I did not have to wait long as I felt her backing that monster out almost all the way before she gently pushed it back in. This time I felt more pleasure as her 'cock' invaded me. 

She began now to seriously fuck my ass and she grabbed my hard cock as a handhold that she pulled on as she pummeled me again and again. I was in heaven and blissfully unaware of anything other then the new feeling in my ass. She woke me from this reverie by reminding me that she had not given me permission to cum as she now slammed her 'cock' in me. I had never reached such a level of pleasure before in any other way with Mistress or any other woman in my past. I now forced myself to control my desire to cum and I waited for Mistress' permission.

I was very surprised when Mistress unsnapped her harness and sat down on my cock as she used her hand on the 'cock' in my ass and continued to stroke in and out of my ass while she rode my cock.

"You are doing good, Slut. I am proud of you."

Her words made me proud that I was able to serve her and make her happy. When she got up off my cock, turned around and sat on my face, my tongue jumped at the opportunity to taste her hot wet pussy.

"That's it Slut. Make Mistress ready for your cum. eat my pussy and make me hotter."

I literally dove into my chore and ate her pussy with relish. She had always tasted so sweet but tonight she was even tastier. I lick and sucked and swallowed her juices as she rocked on my mouth, rubbing her clit on my chin. Her hand had found my cock and as she stroked it her other hand went back to her 'cock' and she resumed pummeling my ass. So many sensations everywhere, so much lust in my mind. I feverishly pushed my tongue into Mistress' ass and fucked her asshole with it.

"Oh Slut yes, use your tongue in my ass. Oh yes."

I felt her body rumble and her legs begin to jerk and I knew my Mistress was close. She again got up and turned and sat back down on my cock. She was soon riding me and screaming out her delight. I was on the edge when I felt her cunt squeezing my cock and I knew she was entering an orgasm that would not go quietly. She screamed out loud.

"Cum Slut fill Mistress with your hot seed. Cum now Slut."

I had never before been so happy to erupt and erupt I did. I felt like I was cuming for hours as I again and again pumped cum into her cunt. She writhed on top of me her legs slamming again and again into the floor as she cried out.

"Fuck I'm cuming Slut. Yes, pump your seed in me; I can feel your cock emptying in my pussy. Oh shit Slut. Yes, yes, yessssss."

I felt my cock slow it release and could feel cum start to ooze from her still spasming cunt. Lazily she again got up and sat on my face and said.

"Be a good Slut and clean my pussy. Eat your cum Slut. Yes that's it Slut. Yes. Save a taste for me Slut. Oh yes."

I lapped and sucked her pussy until there was no more cum to eat. I savored the last bits of our mixed passion in my mouth as Mistress got off and brought her lips to mine. She plunged her tongue in my mouth and scooped the remainder of our efforts into her own mouth and swallowed.

Later after we had rested she removed the 'cock' from my ass and gently kissed my asshole she turned to me and said.

"Next time Kevin. I want to be the Slut."

"Ok, Sade I don't mind. I did really enjoy tonight, much more then I thought, thank you!"

"I had fun too, never thought that putting on a strap on would excite me, but wow!"

I would need to plan well if I hoped to match tonight's action. I knew though that whatever we did that we would both enjoy our time together.

"Oh, and Kevin!"

"Yes."

"Make sure when you do me, that you treat me like a true slut, do me rough. Make me feel everything."



Yes, Mistress



Before I begin my story, I need to go back in time a little for everything to make sense. One night about six months ago, my wife, Emma, and I were lying in bed after a fuck session that was pretty satisfying for both us. Trying to be a good husband, I was snuggling with my wife and struggling not to fall asleep immediately. Out of the blue, Emma asked me, "Baby, tell me one of your fantasies."

"What?" I asked.

"You know something you have dreamed about. Something that turns you on more than anything else. Something we have never done. Come on, tell me."

I thought about it a moment, then I turned to her and said "Okay, here goes. Remember, you asked."

After I finished, she rolled over and kind of stared at the ceiling, with a strange look on her face. "Oh fuck, " I thought, "I have really screwed up tonight." Neither one us said anything else that night and went to sleep.

Flash forward to the present. I was at work, when my phone rang. I picked it up, it was Emma calling. "No stops after work tonight, honey. Hurry home, I have a surprise waiting for you!"

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "What do you have for me?"

"You'll find out when you get home. See you then!" Click.

Hmmmm, I thought to myself. What could my beautiful wife have planned for me? It wasn't my birthday. I hadn't forgotten our anniversary. Valentine's Day was months away, so I was safe there. My desk was buried, so there was no way I was getting out of her early tonight, but the surprise waiting me at home was motivation enough for me clear my desk and walk out the office door a little after 5:30. 

Traffic was no worse than normal, so that meant I'd be home by 6:15. While driving home, I kept running through my head 100 different things my wife could have planned for me. Happily, however, I had no idea and would have never guessed in a million years.

As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that there were no lights on in the house. This was a little odd, since Emma had insisted that I hurry home. I unlocked the front door and walked in. "Emma, I'm home baby."

I got no response. I set my briefcase down on the floor next to the door, and walked up the stairs toward the bedroom, to see if she was there. "Emma, you in here?" Still no reply. I flipped on the lights, and our bedroom was empty. Damn it. Where is that woman, I thought. 

I headed back downstairs and toward the kitchen. There were no sounds or smells of cooking coming from the kitchen, so I didn't expect to find her there either. I flipped on the lights, and my eyes about popped out of my head!

There was my beautiful wife standing in front of me looking absolutely unbelievable! I started at her feet and worked my way up slowly, making sure to take in every amazing detail. She was wearing a pair of shiny black leather boots that laced up all the way to her knees. 

In sharp contrast to the deep black of the boots were my wife's beautiful creamy white thighs. My wife had the most incredible white skin peppered with freckles. It was one of the things that most attracted me to her the first time I met her.

Topping those lovely pale thighs was a tiny plaid mini-skirt, like the kind girls wear to Catholic schools, only much, much shorter. The thing was so damn short I had to wonder how it was covering her luscious ass. I have always been an ass man, and my wife could give J-Lo a run for her money in the ass department. 

Once again, I was treated to a view of her beautiful pale skin, as her belly was fully revealed to me, for she was wearing a one of my white dress shirts, that she had tied into a knot just below her sexy breasts. My wife had amazing tits, not huge, but simply amazing, as far as I was concerned. She was a 34C, with perky tits that were topped with tiny pink nipples that grew to almost an inch long when she was really hot and bothered. Once again, these beauties were sprinkled with freckles.

I finally looked my wife in the eyes, and she had her long curly fire red hair pulled into two pony tails on either side of her head. I didn't know what to say other than "WOW!"

I started to walk toward her before she suddenly in a very loud and powerful voice said "Stop! Do not come any closer. If you want me, you'll have to ask me first."

"Okay, Emma, baby, can I come over and get some of your fine ass?"

"NO! You will address me properly, if you wish to have any hope of touching me tonight. If you wish to speak to me, you will address me as Mistress, and you will only speak when I give you permission."

Looking at my gorgeous wife and hearing these words made my cock start to grow in my pants. I reached down to adjust myself, and gave my cock a nice squeeze. 

"Do not touch yourself in my presence, you worm!"

"Yes, Mistress, " I mumbled.

"What did you say? 

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, " I said more loudly. 

"That's better. Now if you want any of this, get your clothes off now and get on your knees, but do not come near me until I give you permission."

I quickly tore of my clothes and threw them in a pile under the kitchen table. I knelt where I was and waited, with my hard cock throbbing and pointing at my lovely wife standing about 10 feet away from me.

"Now worm, on your belly and crawl toward me like the worm you are." 

"Yes, Mistress, " I said as I lay down on the cold hard kitchen tile. I started to hurry my way toward my wife before she shouted "Slower! You worthless slave. Let me enjoy watching you squirm on your belly." She started to laugh at me as I crawled on my belly across the floor covering only inches at a time.

Finally, I had worked my way across the kitchen and was now looking straight into her boots, where I could see my reflection. I looked like a man possessed, I thought. I was so hot and my cock ached from being so hard. I was amazed that the cold tile did nothing to prevent my cock from getting harder than it had ever before been.

"Very good my slave. Now roll over on your back," she said, as she used the toe of her boot to lightly nudge me. "Just so you know I am not a cruel mistress you may rest your head on this towel." I thought she was looking out for me, but I was soon to find out she had another reason for placing the towel under my head.

My wife spun around quickly and placed a booted foot on either side of my head. I love the smell of leather and turned my head toward the left to inhale deeply of the smell of the boot. I breathed deeply, but was soon interrupted by a loud clap of hands. 

"Up here, worm. Pay attention to what I am about to say, for I will not repeat myself. And, if you do not do as you are told, you will surely regret ever having been born."

I looked up and could see nothing other than my wife's slightly spread pussy, framed perfectly by the skirt. I always told my wife she had the most beautiful pussy I had every seen, and today that was truer than ever before. She kept her pussy almost bald, with just a small bit of that beautiful red hair of hers surrounding the lips and a tiny tuft just above her clit, which I could see from here. Obviously, she was enjoying this as much as I was.

She kicked me in the head lightly to get my attention. "Are you listening to me, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress. Yes!"

"Good. Now pay attention. I am going to squat over your face very shortly. I am going to remain there until you make me cum. You will not use your fingers. You will only use your tongue. I will remain there on your face until you make me cum. I will not get off of your face until I have cum. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress."

"And you will not touch your cock while I am on your face. If I find you touching your cock, you will regret it. Do you understand me, worm?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. And, just so you know. I will have a very special treat for you if you do a good job and do not fail me. Very well then, let us begin."

My wife slowly squatted above my face, keeping her beautiful pussy just out of reach of my out stretched tongue. I started to raise my head, when she quickly squeezed my head between her thighs preventing me from reaching her beautiful pink snatch.

"You will do this in my time, do you hear me?" she demanded, squeezing so tightly I could barely hear her. She released just enough so I could squeeze out the words, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good." She let go of my head, and it fell back to the floor, which was thankfully padded by the folded towel she had graced me with earlier.

Slowly she started to squat again, causing her pussy to open, revealing the slick pink hole of her tight pussy. He pussy was glistening and I was just dying to get a taste of her sweet juices. She was nearly on top of my face now and my tongue darted out to lap up the juices starting to drip down her slit, when suddenly she shifted her hips forward and rubbed her clit on the bridge of my nose. She ground it in briefly, then dragged it down my nose leaving my nose shiny. I sucked in deep, getting a nose full of my wife's fragrant pussy. I always loved the smell of my wife's pussy, but tonight it was turning me into an animal. I hadn't touched my cock and I thought it was going to explode. 

Finally, unable to take any more of her own teasing, my wife inched her self forward until her knees were about six inches above my head. Then she sat down squarely on my face, her delicious pussy covering my mouth.

"Now make me cum!" she demanded.

Not waiting for any further permission, I quickly drove my tongue deep into my wife's pussy, like an entrant in a pie eating contest. The delicious taste of my wife's pussy was overwhelming. I wanted every drop of the juice that was forming in her tight pussy. I twisted my tongue in very direction as she ground hard into my face. I could hear my wife begin to moan and sigh. I didn't let up. 

"Oh god that feels so good you worm. A few more minutes like this and you may very well make me cum. But you know what? I don't thing I am ready to cum yet."

She started to lift her pussy off my face and I took a deep breath before letting out a sigh of disappointment. I was not finished feasting on that gorgeous pink pussy. Unsure as to what she was going to do, I waited quietly, but I didn't have to wait long. My wife stood up and turned so she was facing my feet.

"Now, let's if you can eat ass as well as you eat pussy." As I mentioned, my wife had an ass to dye for and being an ass man, I also enjoyed rimming my wife's amazing ass. She kneeled over my face once again and grabbed a luscious ass check in each hand, pulling them apart revealing her pink rosebud. A second later her ass was planted on my face, with her asshole just out of reach of my tongue. She wiggled her hips and ass until my lips found her asshole. I tried to kiss this heavenly thing, but she drove her ass harder into my face and my head into the floor, until my tongue slid into her ass. 

Once she had found the object of her desire, she straightened her back and applied her full weight to my face, forcing my tongue deeper up her ass. I opened my eyes, but could see nothing as my head was covered by my wife's ass and her short skirt. Who cares I thought, I don't need to see anything, and I set about my task seriously working my tongue in and out and around my wife's tasty asshole.

At this point I was so crazed between having my face buried in my wife's ass and hearing her moans, I had forgotten about her earlier warning and I reached for my throbbing cock to bring myself some relief. I don't know which came first, the lightning like pain that shot through my body as my wife grabbed and squeezed my balls or her shouting, "What are you doing worm? I told you not to touch yourself! You worthless piece of crap. You can't do what you are told can you?"

I quickly placed my hand back by my side and tried to catch my breath as the pain slowly eased.

"Now you have ruined everything. I was so close. Now we are going to have to start all over again. No more warnings for you mister. Next time you will really regret it. Now, make me cum!"

With that she thrust her ass into my face again, and began to ride my tongue for all she was worth, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper into her ass. At this point, her pussy juices were running down my chin and neck. Her breathing was slowly starting to grow heavier and heavier. Her sighs louder and louder.

She stood up once again and quickly spun around and dropped her cunt on my mouth before I even knew what happened. She grabbed me by the hair and began to pull my face deeper into her pussy, grinding back harder than she ever had before. Her clit was rubbing back and forth across my nose, causing it to grow harder. Her juices flowed down my throat as I savored every drop of her honey. I worked my tongue all over her pussy lips, making sure no juice was hidden in her crevices. She was moaning so loud now I knew she as close.

"Yes, bitch that's it. Eat my cunt! Make me CUM!"

At this I swirled my tongue around her clit and sucked it between my lips. I bit it softly before lashing it with my tongue. She was rocking so hard at this point she leaned back, her hands on my chest, to balance herself, driving her pussy hard onto my face. I was enjoying myself, but not as much as she was I could tell. Then all hell broke lose, as my wife screamed out "YES" at the top of her lungs. I could feel her pussy start to twitch and tighten around my tongue. She raised herself back up straight as an arrow, and pushed down onto my face as hard as she could, the whole time panting, "Yes! Yes! Yes!!" With one final swipe of my tongue, her orgasm overwhelmed her and she leaned forward, collapsing with her pussy still twitching and dripping into my mouth.

After several minutes, she lifted herself off of my face and eased herself back, so that she was resting on my chest. I lifter my head slightly first to see my wife's snatch, bright red, her lips fully engorged and dripping with a combination of spit and her juices. Her clit had already started to retreat back into her hood. 

Looking up further, Emma's tits heaved with each breath she took. Her chest and cheeks were flushed and sweat dripped off of her brow. She looked at me with her loving eyes and said "Wow."

"Now I promised that I would have a special treat for you if you made me cum, and you certainly did make me cum." She leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead before patting my on top of the head like a dog.

"For being such a good little slave, here is your surprise."

I had no idea what was going to come next, but I was hoping it was me, as my cock was ready to explode. She raised herself up on my knees again, above my head. I was expecting her to get up. Instead I saw a small dribble start to form between her pussy lips, which quickly turned into a heavy yellow stream of pee.

"Enjoy yourself, slave," she said as she wiggled her hips obscenely making sure to cover my face in her piss, after she had filled my mouth to overflowing with her steaming piss. She must have had a gallon of water to drink that day, as this continued for at least 90 seconds. I was so happy at this moment. I just sat back and enjoyed the feel of the yellow liquid splashing off my face.

After she had finally emptied her bladder, Emma turned herself to my throbbing cock. She reached out to find it harder and bigger than ever before, her hand barely able to encircle the shaft and the head looking like a plum. Three soft strokes was all it took, and I exploded, spewing cum everywhere! I covered my stomach and chest in cum, as jet after jet exploded from my cock.

I lay on the floor more satisfied than I had ever been before, a puddle of cum and piss on my chest. Emma stood up and glared down at me. "Now get yourself and this mess cleaned up immediately, slave!" She turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving behind a happy mess.

Later that night in bed, Emma explained to me that when I had described my fantasy to her months ago, it totally caught be by surprise. She wasn't disgusted by it, but she wasn't sure if she could go through with it, so that is why she never brought it up again. She didn't want to plan it with me in case she chickened out at the last minute. She didn't want me to be disappointed. However, she had been thinking about it since that night. When she finally built up the courage she had to act on it before she backed out and changed her mind. That is why she had insisted that I rush home directly after work today.

I held her lovely face in both my hands and kissed her lightly. "Thank, you Mistress. I love you."

She giggled and said, "You know that was kind of fun. Maybe we can do it again."

All I could say was, "Yes, Mistress."