1 comments/ 12651 views/ 0 favorites The Session By: britster She had led me into the bedroom blindfolded. Once there she quickly stripped me of all my clothing leaving me with only my eyes covered. Then she made me stretch out on the bed face down. She slipped a pair of Koss headphones over my ears, the sounds of some light smooth jazz filling my head, as she knelt astride my thighs. Warm oil splashed onto my upper back between my shoulder blades, and I groaned as her strong fingers kneaded the oil into my skin as she pushed and pressed my spine into alignment. My mind began to drift as the warm sensation of the oil lulled me. Her strong hands moved ever down my back, pressing and pushing, caressing and stroking. A pool of warm oil in the small of my back was soon spread liberally across my buns and dripped into the crack between the tight hemispheres. Her hands glided over my flesh, caressing, stroking, pressing, poking, kneading. Down my thighs and over my calves. Even my feet and toes were massaged and oiled. She gently forced me turn over and then she guided my left arm above my head to the headboard. Click. The sound did not pass the jazz echoing in my ears but the feel of the restraint was irrefutable. She moved my right arm upwards and soon it too was bound. She shifted on the bed grasped my right ankle, pulling my leg out to the side and wrapping the soft cuff around it. Once she'd also strapped the other leg, I was firmly and completely shackled to the bed, spread-eagled and exposed. As she moved back to my side I expected to feel the oil. I was surprised when I felt...fur. My breasts were being stroked with fine, soft fur, She was suing the rabbit gloves, a pair of men's winter gloves that had a rabbit fur lining. By turning the gloves inside out, we had a very sensual toy to caress and stimulate each other with. The soft passage of the fur across my nipples made them harden and distend. It also sent a series of electrical sparks shooting through me, aimed straight at the core of my sex. Down my sides and then across my belly, lightly brushing the wisp of public hair atop my shaved slit. Now the gloved hands moved down my thighs and legs along the outsides. Across the soles of my feet, provoking involuntary spasms as the ticklish fur passed the sensitive arches, and then upwards along the insides of my thighs. As the fur moved ever closer, I strained to bring my eager pussy into contact with those gloves, but she kept them just out of reach, dancing around my inner thighs and lower abdomen, teasing, stimulating. As the fur continued to pass along my inner thighs, I was stunned when warm oil sprinkled upon my breasts and a pair of skilled fingers began to caress and pull on my engorged nipples. Who? Thoughts and concerns about who this stranger could be vanished under the combined assault of their four hands. The sensuous torture on my nipples, combined with the luxurious fur caressing my inner thighs, was bringing me closer to an orgasm. I could feel it building inside me, like the steady winding of a spring. Closer, closer, almost there...wait, don't stop! The ropes attached to the soft cuffs on my ankles and wrists were loosened and my two assailants shifted my down on the bed. My ankles were soon retied to point high on the old four poster while my arms were once again stretched above my head. I knew that my ass must be right at the edge of the bed now, with everything below fully exposed to view. One assailant moved back above my head, shifting her body so my head rested in her lap and she resumed her caressing and fondling of my breasts. She spread more oil upon my chest and slowly caressed me, blending the oil into my dry skin while making every nerve ending ten times more sensitive. The breeze from the ceiling fan brushed my erect nipples, making them even harder in anticipation o9f her touch. She bent her head and took one long nipple in her mouth. Ahhhhhh, energy raced between my core and that nipple as she suckled. Her breasts brushed my lips and I eagerly tongued her hard nipple, trying to get it between my teeth for some more aggressive attention. As if reading my mind, her teeth clamped down on my nipple and she lightly scraped it as she pulled her head back. My attention was so focused on her ministrations that I was not expecting the tongue which touched me at the point exactly between my vagina and my anus. The hardened tip of that tongue slowly began to move upwards, dancing long the way, until it moved along the edges of my inner lips, teasing along the upper slit and then around the outside of my clitoris. Suddenly her lips closed about the hardness of my clitoris and she applied heavy suction, drawing it even further from under its hood, and flicked it with her tongue. As my mouth opened to scream in reaction to this overwhelming sensation, the second assailant introduced a gag between my teeth, stifling my screams to muted whimpers. Sharp pounding waves of pleasure washed over me as she sucked and flicked my clit while the other woman suckled my engorged nipples. The woman at my groin began to slide a finger around the edge of my vagina, slowly moving the finger inwards. Finally she plunged the finder inside of me. My back arched, trying to press more of my breast into the upper one's mouth while I tried to push my clit deeper into the lower one's mouth. Her finger moved out and down, rimming my anus and sending sparks of sexual heat shooting through me. My entire awareness focused on my nipple, my clit, and that finger's teasing passage. When the finger moved away, intense disappointment moved through me - a disappointment that vanished as I felt the hard latex of a plug come into contact with my anal ring. She spread K-Y jelly all over the plug and along the inner edges of my anal sphincter. Slowly she forced the plug inside me, deeper, stretching me as the plug widened. My ring closed around the plug as it once again narrowed. She switched it on. The vibrating plug transmitted its throughout my body through its incidental contact with my pelvic bones. My upper assailant was now beginning to bite and pull on my nipples even harder. Alternating, she had both in a super-sensitive state. The slightest tough pushed them even harder and made them ever more sensitive. Her strong fingers kneaded my breasts as she suckled and bit them. Her lips again sealed around my clit, my lower assailant began to slowly insert her fingers into my pussy. First one, then a second. A third. Filling me. Plunging deep inside me, touching my cervix, stroking the fluted shape within me. Now a fourth finger. She curled her thumb against the palm of her hand and slid her entire hand into me, filling me completely. She opened her hand, stretching my vaginal space and teasing the walls in search of that elusive G-spot. Reaching high up the inside front wall, almost directly behind my clitoris, she found it. My brain exploded in a cascade of stars, swirling colors, and extreme pleasure. Every inch of my flesh was a conductor of sexual expression. The pressure of her hand, the hum of the anal plug, the scrape of her teeth on my clit and the other's teeth on my nipples, conspired to send me crashing over wave after wave of profound completion, tumbling along like a piece of flotsam in a flood tide. Higher and higher, the colors ever brighter, the sensations growing stronger until my mind could handle to more. It was dark when I awoke, unbound, and covered by the comforter from the quilt-rail. There was no sign of my lover or her accomplice. Would I ever know who she had been? Did I want to know? Would you want to know or leave the mystery as one more part of the sublime experience. The Session One of the things that I loved about my relationship with Michelle was the unbelievable sex life that we shared. It was diverse and fulfilling, exciting and incredible. A good example is what was going to happen in just a little while, just as soon as I pull into the driveway and go inside........ Michelle was sitting in front of the computer when I walked in. Her back was to me so she didn't notice my arrival. I walked quickly over to her and grabbed her hair, pulled back and kissed her hard on the mouth. She was a bit startled at first but as we kissed, I could feel her body relax. I broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. I could see a devilish look there, and I knew just what it was that Michelle wanted...... I could see that she was dressed seductively; she had on a black silky blouse, black mini, fishnet thigh-his and her black leather combat boots. I leaned over her to gaze at her ample cleavage and could see that she had on her black push-up bra. I grabbed her hair again and pulled her roughly to her feet. I moved behind her and wrapped one arm around her throat while I manhandled her breasts through the blouse. She tried to pull away, but I had a good grip on her. I reached down with my free hand and began to feel for her crotch. I pressed my hard cock into her ass and drove two fingers up inside her. She gasped and tried again to pull away. I told her to knock it off, to just take it. With one final flourish, she shoved at me hard enough to pull away, but only briefly. A few quick steps and I had her by the arm just below her elbow, I pulled it down hard, causing her to stop and turn in towards me. I put my hand on her head and forced her to her knees while I followed her down to the floor. I kept pushing her head down until it was just inches from the floor. I told her to lay down, but she didn't move. She whimpered a bit and tried to turn her head away from my grip. I threw my full weight on her and forced her to lay on her side. I pulled one arm across her chest, forcing her to lie face-down on the floor. I jumped onto her upper thighs and sat there. She was pinned and defenseless. I grabbed an ankle and pulled off her boot, then did the same to the other foot. I stripped off her thigh-his and used one of them to bind her ankles together. I took the other one and tied it to her left wrist then pulled it behind her back and held it there with my right forearm. It took a few tries to gather in her right wrist but I finally succeeded and proceeded to tie her wrists together behind her back. I removed her skirt and took in the sight of her sweet, round ass just staring up at me. I got an idea and left the room to get a few things. She shouted out something but I couldn't quite make out what she said. I returned with a tube of KY and her favorite vibrator. I showed them to her and told her I was gonna really fuck her up. She turned away and steeled herself for what was about to come...... I knelt behind her and worked her thighs apart with my knees. When I got them spread apart, I took the KY and slathered her vibrator with it. I turned it on and held it by her ear, asking her where she wanted it.......... Not waiting for an answer, I pushed it deep inside her drenched pussy. It slid right in with no problem. Michelle let out a moan and tried to throw me off of her, but after a few seconds, she calmed down, seemingly resigned to whatever awaited her. I held the vibrator in place with my knee as I tore off her blouse and unfastened her bra. I took the bra and wrapped it around her upper thighs and tied off the ends to keep her legs closed and the vibrator inside her tight pussy. I got up off of her and enjoyed the sight of Michelle lying there, bound and vibrating. Her expression was one of trying to ignore the intense pleasure that was building up in her cunt. After a few minutes of walking around her and molesting her breasts, I pulled her to her feet, then I threw her over my shoulder and carried her off to the basement....... The basement was our rec room. We had the TV, DVD player, music system, bar, pool table, the works. We also has hooks and pulleys embedded in the joists along with an extensive array of bondage gear. I put Michelle down on her feet and set about tying her wrists in front of her and hooking them up to a chain. I ran the chain through a pulley and pulled. I pulled until her wrists were high above her head and she was standing on her tip-toes. I could tell that the vibrator was doing its work. Michelle kind of hung there, taking it all in. Her beautiful gray eyes were closed as she slowly built up to an orgasm...... She was about ready to climax when I untied her thighs and ankles, and removed the vibrator. She moaned in protest as I grabbed a leg spreader and attached it to her ankles. I could see that she was practically hanging from her wrists now, so I went over and lowered the chain just a tiny bit.........then I knelt in front of her and ate her out like a man possessed...... I teased her over and over...I'd bring her to the brink, then start all over again....I'd suck on her clit, nibble on it, give it little bites......all the while my tongue would be massaging the inner walls of her sweet, tight pussy. I brought her to the brink once more, then let her body convulse with its orgasm......... I got back up and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. Our lips danced around with our tongues as the kiss got deeper and deeper. I (reluctantly) broke the kiss and went upstairs to retrieve the KY and to get another, smaller vibrator. Michelle saw what I had in my hands as I came down the stairs and she knew what was next; she let out a long, deep sigh tinged with a deep-throated moan........ I undid the spreader and tied her ankles back together, then I lubed up the small vibrator and gently began to work it up her ass. I'd work it in a little at a time so that she could get acclimated to its presence. Slowly and surely, I'd work it in and out, twisting gently as I did so. Once I was able to get most of it inside her, I grabbed a roll of saran wrap and wrapped her thighs tightly together. Then I took the wrap and wound it tightly around her midsection in order to trap and concentrate blood in her groin region. She moaned loudly as the vibrator began its work, and I continued with mine..... I went and got a leather whip from the rack, and a ball gag. I pulled the gag over Michelle's mouth, whispering to her what I was going to do next. I played a bit with her ears, kissing them, licking them, blowing in them. I could see the goosebumps run along her spine as my hot, moist breath tickled her inner ears. I moved behind Michelle and took up a stance. I took a couple of practice swings with the whip, in order to make sure I got the speed right. The first strike was pretty loud, and Michelle flinched and cried out. A single welt was rising across the soft flesh of her ass. I repeated the strikes until she had several welts on her ass. That was enough for now. Michelle hung there practically motionless...... I dropped the whip and moved behind her closely. I undid my pants and grabbed the KY in order to lube myself up. I removed the vibrator and proceeded to bury my cock deep up Michelle's ass. After a few gentle thrusts, I really let go....... Michelle began moaning and wailing as I pounded my cock deep up her ass over and over again. She felt so damned good I knew I wasn't going to last.........I squeezed her tits hard and bit down on her neck as my orgasm exploded deep inside her ass. I could feel her own orgasm pulse against my ejaculating cock as wave after wave of incredible pleasure flowed through our bodies......... I sighed as I untied my sweet love and helped her upstairs. Looking at her welted ass, I just couldn't see how she was going to be able to sit down for at least a few days.......... The Session WARNING and disclaimer, this story contains extreme BDSM. Electric play is potentially fatal and you should not attempt anything described here. The Session: I have had an obsession with pain for as long as I can remember. In my adult years the main focus has been with electro play. A deep desire for endless amounts of pain has haunted and motivated me to develop the knowledge needed to build computerized shock devices for self torture. For the longest time, it was enough to build more and more evil toys for self play. Each automated torture machine pushing my limits further than the previous one. Eventually I realized that it would never be satisfying enough without someone on the other end in control of my pain. So, I began to join various online BDSM communities posting to forums and meeting people in chat rooms all in hope of finding just the right woman to participate in my fantasies. It took a long time to find someone with just the right mixture of sadism, cruelty and softness needed to dominate me in a scene taken equally from my dreams and nightmares. Patience and persistence paid off one day as I encountered Mistress T. She was interested in electro play and had some experience but not to the same extreme as my desires. She had her own sadistic fantasies waiting to be fulfilled so a sub willing and able to build implements of torture was an attractive proposition she couldn't refuse. We spoke several times a day for months. Our conversations detailed the nuances of a session born out of our merged dark fantasies. I built a new torture device tailored to her specifications. It was a monsterous thing more powerful than anything I'd ever designed before. She kept having me test it on myself and wasn't satisfied until she sensed true fear from me that the upper limits of its output were capable of horific pain and certain burns. Eventually it was complete and ready for use. Our planning took on a more practical aspect as arrangements were made for me to visit her. The story that follows is a description of our first scene together. It was a very long drive across three states but flying was out of the question. With today's security, it would not have been wise to check luggage containing a large bundle of homemade electronic devices! Her neighborhood and house looked so normal and cheerful. Not a chance the couple next door even suspected her of having a sound-proof dungeon in her basement. She greeted at the door. There was no idle talk or warm embrace, just a cold handshake at a distance. As I entered, the front door shut firmly behind me and she pointed the way down the basement stairs. There was a dull thud as the basement door closed behind me and a sense of dread started to catch in my throat. I walked down into a dimly lit room and paused. The backpack over my shoulder was heavy with equipment so I set it down. In the center was a large wooden restraint with many straps and adjustments to hold a victim in a variety of positions. It was configured as a horse at an optimal height for strapon play. She gestured to a table where I should place the shock devices and probes. It took a few minutes to unpack and arrange everything. Batteries had to be installed and connectors attached. When it was all organized, I looked up to see her intense stare. She told me to strip. After undressing down to boxers I hesitated. She looked up from preparing the straps for me and said, "what are you waiting for, we don't have all day. Get naked now or get out of here!" I took off the shorts and she told me to go take my place. I asked if she wanted me to show her the devices again and she said to just shut up and get my ass into position. There was no use stalling, she knew everything that needed to be known. I bent over the cool padded vinyl surface and without another word she started to secure my legs, waist and arms. As soon as the last buckle was fastened, my heart started beating fast with anticipation. This is the moment I've been waiting years for it is finally going to happen right now. She tells me what a stupid fool I was to build this device with power beyond my deepest fears and then give it to her to use on me in any way she desires. Behind me, I hear her undressing and fastening on the probe. She walks around in front, naked and glorious, with an 8 inch dildo of pain protruding out and a thick cable leading to a shock box held up for me to see. She tells me to look at it closely, the instrument of evil made by my own hands. She's talking about how she is going to penetrate me and turn it up until I scream and gurgle animal sounds of fear and pain unlike anything I've ever imagined. She says, "I don't care if this is YOUR fantasy, you're going to wish it weren't coming true before the end of this session!" Then, she walks around behind me and places a circular sticky pad on my ass. It contains a contact switch with a wire trailing out leading into the shock box. This is how she controls the shock intensity. Every time she slaps the pad it presses the switch and tells the computer to increase the shock level 1%. There is no way to turn it down, only up. One hundred spanks are all that stand between a mere tingling and pure hell. She coats the probe with an electro-conductive lubricant and grabs my hips placing the tip of the probe at my anus and slowly pushing it in. At first she is deceptively gentle but then pulls back out and thrusts roughly a few times to the hilt. Next, I hear the click of the power switch and the shock circuit starts a ticking sound. She slowly starts fucking me and smacking the pad on my ass ever third stroke turning it up bit by bit. I can take it for a while and then after about 20% of the way up it reaches my pain tolerance and I start breathing faster and faster. Finally, no matter how fast I breath it is not enough and I start to moan. The pain is growing out from my rectum now and spreading all over my entire pelvis. The intensity reaches about 25% and my moaning turns to uncontrolled screaming and struggling. Then she pauses for a minute and bends over to whisper in my ear that the foreplay is over and the real scene starts now. Oh god, I can't take it. I would change my mind and stop the sessionbut it is too late. This time I have no idea how far it will go. This is my first real scene and it's not like any of my self bondage experiments run by a computer program that I wrote. This is another person with deep desires beyond my knowledge and a willingness to torture me to fulfill them. I scream for real now from both paina nd fear. I struggle to escape with all my strength but the restraints are so far beyond escape it isn't funny. I can barely move an inch in any direction. The pain fills me like water flooding from a fire hose. I scream and gasp but just cant drink it all in. There is no choice though and the agony is so overwhelming it feels like I am exploding. She leans over and tells me the circuit has reached 50% power and I cry and scream with renewd vigor. Now she is really getting off on it, thrusting with violent force and spanking the button on my ass with all of her strength every tenth stroke or so. My screaming turns to crying and then sobbing and then screaming again. I've tried to count the spanks to know how far it has turned up and how far left to go but I cant keep track. I'm panicking now, I cant breath fast enough or scream loud enough to get away from the pain. She's shouting, "yes, yes" with each penetration. Then with one more slap on my ass the pain goes beyond anything I've ever known or imagined. I start to make a mewling sound as my mind loses all thought. I'm not even a real person any more, just a biological receptacle for pain. I couldn't come up with a safe word even if there was one. She is truly evil and clearly has no intention of stopping. She is an evil sex kitten lapping up my pain like it was cream. My vision is going into a tunnel. The pain is so strong it is like a deafening noise in my head. Vague distant sounds of her laughing with glee reach my ears and I don't even understand what it means as I slip into the blackness. She sees my head sag and go silent and checks the readout on a heart rate monitor. Then she examines the probe for any signs of bleeding but everything looks good. With a final thrust all the way she leans over my back and caresses my neck whispering softly into my ear, "so, how do you like it now little boy? have you finally had your fill? too bad if you have because there is soooo much more to come." She smiles and hugs me for a bit basking in the thought of all that fire and pain flooding into my rectum and feeling my body against hers mindlessly spasming to the endless torture. Maybe just one more smack to turn it up again and see what happens but there is no change, just a body; limp yet vibrating with tension. After a short while she turns it off and pulls out. She admires my sweat-covered unconscious body for a bit, proud of what she's done to me. Then, she walks around in front and snaps some smelling salts under my nose. I jerk awake and scream again briefly and sag my head back down. She places her hands gently on my cheeks and lifts my head up to face her. I come to focus and remember where I am and what is going on. I start to speak and she touches my lips gently and says, "shhhhhhhh it's OK now the first session is over and you were wonderful." She takes a hydration straw and places it in my slack mouth and says to drink up for strength. "Don't you worry about a thing, you just rest right there for a minute or two and then we'll start again. That was a nice introduction but the next round will be much worse" She lets go and my head sags again as she walks away with a chuckle. After an unknown passage of time I hear her calling my name again and I snap back to awareness. Behind me, she is caressing my buttocks gently and marveling at the lack of any visible injury. She reaches into the bag and selects a larger strap-on that is 10 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. Unlike the first probe, this one has four electrical contacts. Two are 4 inches long and 1 inch wide starting from the base and the other two are 1/2 inch square and positioned close to the base so as to touch the sphincter at the moment of full penetration. There is a contact switch designed to detect that and redirect the shock from the larger contacts to the smaller ones. She has also gotten out a small bottle containing a 1.5 million scoville unit hot sauce that is more powerful than many self-defense sprays. Careful not to spill any or get it on her hands, she places the tip of the bottle up to a reservoir in the back of the strap-on. She squeezes an ounce or two into the hole and plugs it up with a cork connected to a short thin rubber hose. The hose leads to a squeeze bulb that will cause a continuous stream of sauce to squirt to the surface of the probe via about a dozen tiny vent holes. At last she mounts the new instrument of torture into the harness and in one single thrust, impales me and holds it there for a few seconds. I gasp in shock from the violation but shudder in dread and start to cry over what is going to happen next and the finality of it all. The sight of tears rolling down my face is like a splash of gasoline into her fiery desire. She smiles contentedly and turns on the shock source again. This round, she doesn't waste any time with a slow increase and starts off with a mad frenzy of vicious thrusting and smacks the contact switch on my ass with every single stroke ramping the shock level up very fast. In mere seconds, the shock has got me screaming and struggling again. So far she has stopped just short of full penetration on each stroke but finally decides to jam one fully and firmly in. She holds it there for a few seconds activating contact switch redirecting the shock to the smaller contacts on the sphincter. The same amount of shock delivered via the smaller contacts instantly doubles the pain triggering a single continuous scream lasting until my face turns red and all of my breath is gone. She pulls out a bit and renews the thrusting with brief pauses at each moment of full penetration to hear my screaming flip from simple agony to inhuman howling each time. After a few more minutes of this the shock level is up to 70% and she decides to take it to the next level and squeezes the bulb a few times instantly wetting the surface of the probe with liquid fire. It is a searing ungodly burning that I know can't be possibly undone with a simple off switch. This is going to increase into a massive burn that hurts for over 30 minutes no matter what happens. The muscle spasms from the shock only intensify the pain from the hot sauce. In a flash of clear thought amidst the chaos it finally hits me how unstoppable this situation is and how long the night is going to be. My only remaining role is to suffer and she isn't going to stop until every last scream and tear is taken from me ... and maybe not even then. The Session She dips her feet into the warm water, leaning over to adjust the temperature. Pulling off her work blouse she drops it onto the tiles looking in the mirror. A pretty 20 year old stares back, eyes tired from her long day at work, she tugs her hair from the tight bun, allowing the ebony hair to fall loosely around her shoulders. Turning to the bath, Isabelle steps in, the warm water already soothing her aches. She sits, the water splashing over her slender body. Washing down her body with soap, she looks over her body, faint bruises fleck her supple breasts, his markings. She sinks lower into the bath, warm water covers up to her chin, hair floating about her. She shuts her eyes, thinking about the night that waits, his arrival will be soon, she has time to dress and make dinner. Opening her eyes she sits up, scrubbing herself down, her white flesh turning a light pinkish red. She stands, climbing out of the bath, wrapping the large, fluffy white towel around herself, stepping to the mirror and blow drying her hair into the soft ringlets he loves so much. Letting the towel drop she inspects her body, fingers trail along her hard nipples a deep shudder incasing her body. She stops. Flushing with embarrassment, knowing that he will be disappointed now and that she will be severely punished. Leaning forwards she puts her makeup on, careful not to make an error. Walking to the bedroom she opens the cupboards and frowning as she searches for something wear. "Damn it..." She mutters, jumping as her cell phone goes off, she steps from the cupboard she picks up her cell, flipping it open and reading it. Her breath quickens as it is from him. It says simply; 'Slave; Corset, Skirt and heels, that is all. I look forward to tonight...Master' She exhales out a deep sigh, moving back to the cupboard pulling out her black and white corset with lace ties and her black pleated skirt, two garments purchased by him for her birthday last spring. She shivers, slipping the skirt over her thighs, it barely covering her ass. She moves to the mirror, pulling the corset on, tightening the ties, her white breasts spilling out over the top beautifully. She smiles, feeling gorgeous, and already feeling herself moisten at the thought of tonight. She walks into the kitchen, pulling out the recipe book, flicking through. She picks out his favorite dish, a very complicated one but she knows she can pull it off. Leaving the dish in the oven she glances at the time, startled at how soon he will be here, she rushes to set the table and pour a glass of whisky. Running to the door, she kneels, legs splayed, displaying herself, the glass in her left hand, right hand rested on her thigh, waiting in baited breath as she hears the faint tapings of boots on ground. She hears the key slide into the lock, the door opening.... "Hello Slave." He muses quietly, leaning down to pick up the glass she offers. His finger curling under her chin, dragging it upwards so she may look at him. "Sir..." She smiles taking in his heavenly scent, his stunning looks. He wearing a simple black shirt and pants, his steel capped boots of course and his large steel case beside him. "Stand" He says sharply. She jumps to her feet, standing straight, hands placed behind her back. He circles her, murmuring quiet pleased words. She breathes in suddenly as she feels his warm hand slide underneath the skirt, cupping her ass. He steps away, she sags her shoulders slightly before regaining her posture. "I presume dinner is ready, slave?" He asks. "Yes Sir, your favorite dish." She smiles. "Good, you may go dish up, I shall be there in a few moments." He smiles devilishly walking up the stairs to the bedroom. Walking to the kitchen she pulls his plate from the oven, placing it on the beautifully laid table, pouring a glass of red wine, she grabs her cushion kneeling down on it, head held high, exposing herself with her legs parted. Hearing him walk down the stairs, she lowers her eyes to the ground and watches his feet walk by, the scrape of chair and the creak as he sits. "You may look up, slave." He says. She looks up, her skipping a beat at his grin as he tucks into her meal, leaning down to feed her tid-bits off his fork along with little sips of his wine. "That was delicious Isabelle" He beams at her. Flushing with excitement knowing that use of her name likes this means he is thoroughly pleased. "You're welcome Sir." "You may clean up, then come upstairs to the bedroom." He smiles places the fork down and stands, patting her once on the head he walks off. Quickly standing she rushes to clean up, almost breaking the wineglass multiple times. Finishing in blinding speed she races up the stares standing at the entrance to the bedroom. "May I enter Sir?" She asks. "Yes." She walks in, standing at the end of the bed like normal, hands behind her back, head held high. "Did you masturbate today slave." He asks bluntly. "No, Sir I didn't, I did as you asked, the only time I touched my body was when I had my bath." "Good girl. "Did you touch yourself after your bath?" She hangs her head blushing furiously. "Yes Sir, only my nipples, I wasn't thinking I stopped as soon as I did! I am so sorry!" She mutters in a pleading voice. "Hrm, this is unacceptable, I asked you not to touch yourself, other then when you washed yourself and you disobeyed me!" He says in a deadly serious voice. "I am sorry Sir! I swear, it was for a second!" She wails miserably, tears filling her eyes. "You will have to be punished for this slave, you know that disobeying my orders gets you punished, it is the only way you will learn!" "Yes...Sir" Sagging her shoulders miserably. "Right, on the bed slave. Sit on the edge now!" He says angrily. Leaning to the case and pulling out some rope. She sits down, keeping her back straight, eyes looking straight ahead, worrying about the punishment for her blunder, why was she so STUPID?! He moves behind her, untying her corsets slipping it off her, her nipples hardening from the sudden cold and her arousal "Hands behind your back girl." She moves her hands behind her back, he roughly grabs them bounding them tightly with the nylon rope. He pulls her elbows back, making her breasts thrust out. "Stay like this." He orders. Moving back around to her front, he leans down into the case, pulling out some nipple clamps, she looks at the ground as he fastens them tightly about her hard nipples. "Since you wanted to touch your nipples so badly, how about I punish that area for you. "Yes.. Sir" She says meekly. He pulls out an elastic band, stretching it across her chest from nipple to nipple. He smirks. "Look in my eyes, slut." She lifts her head up, staring right into his dark eyes, they glittering dangerously. She holds her breath just as he lets go of one side of the elastic band, causing it to snap along her right nipple. She squeals softly. He smirks wider, repositioning the elastic band. "Right, I want you to count, 5 on the left, 5 on the right and thank me for everyone single one, you were a very disobedient girl and now are being punished, do you understand?" She nods, "Yes, Sir, I've been naughty and now must be punished, 5 on each nipple with thanks after each." He says nothing, snapping the elastic band along her right nipple. "One, thank you..." She mutters painfully. Again the elastic band snaps across her swollen and red nipple "Two, thank-you" Squeaking highly. "Three, thank-you" She titters quickly shocked at the quickness and force of something so little. "Four, thank-you" She pants, her pussy aching dully. "Five, thank-you" She moans softly as he moves to her left now, leaving the right red a puffy. "Six, thank-you" Whimpered through gritted teeth "Seven, thank-you" Whispered as tears start to form as the snap backs get harder. "Eight, thank-you" Crying out as he slaps her swollen nipple hard "Nine, thank-you" Whimpers again, her voiced breathless, pussy juices beginning to flow. "Ten, thank-you" She whines out, a tear rolling down her cheek. Shuddering at the dull ache in her nipples. "Good slave" He purrs softly. "But I don't think your punishment is over." He leans to his case, pulling out his whip, with the curled ends. She whimpers as he flings out his right hand cracking the whip across her breasts. Yelping in the sting she grits her teeth. "Don't you DARE cum" he says scathingly, throwing the whip behind his head and a bringing it down with brut force, it smacks along her nipples, she squeals, tears flowing down her face. He stops looking at her, waiting for her to calm down. She breathes in, steadying herself and readying herself for the next onslaught. He smiles, as she thrusts her breasts out, telling him she is ready. He pulls back the whip smacking across her front forcefully, clenching her mouth shut she makes not a noise as her begins to lightly flick the whip along her nipples. She moans out softly, the pain turning into deep arousal, her pussy dully aching, clit swollen and wanting attention. He stops, smiling and looking downwards. "You did well, I think you are forgiven." "Thank-you... Sir" She says happily, breathing out lightly. "Now, roll onto your back for me and we can start out session properly." She rolls onto her back awkwardly, her hands still tightly bound with the rope. He moves beside her, grabbing a pillow and placing it under her hips to raise her ass, displaying herself to him. He lightly tugs off her skirt, throwing it across the floor. Her scent quickly filling the room, pussy juices dripping down her inner thighs. Running a hand over her firm ass, he grabs it tightly, spreading the cheeks apart and running a finger along the crack, teasing the puckered hole for a second before pulling away. She moans deeply, shutting her eyes. He leans into the case again, pulling out the plastic ball gag and a blindfold. "Lift your head for me slave." He coos softly and sweetly in her ear. Eagerly she lifts her head, opening her mouth for him so he can place the gag on, he fastens it around her head, she immediately starting to drool, little dribbles running out the corner of her lips. He smiles again, leaving the saliva to run down her chin and land on her supple breasts. He places the blind fold on shrouding her in darkness. Laying back on her belly, she lays her head on the pillow, he unties her hands moving them above her head and retying them to the bed head posts. Pulling something from the case he runs it along her back, she quivers slightly as the cool metal of the cane sends shivers up her body, causing her cunt to throb. He leans the cane on her bottom, tapping it lightly on it, bouncing it along her pert little ass. She moans deeply breathing in deeply. "Remember do not cum to I say so." He whispers, smacking the cane down hard against her ass. She squeals it muffled by the gag, drool pooling out her mouth around the gag, soaking her breasts and the pillow. He stands, moving so he can have a full long look at her beautiful body, her swollen cunt dripping with her sweet juice waiting to be fucked. He brings the cane back, smacking her hard once more. She whimpers as much as she can, tears brimming. Before she can regain composure he swings the cane down, smacking the back of her thighs over and over. She cries out, gagging slightly on the ball gag, tears falling, spilling down through the blindfold. She tenses, he stops, running a soothing hand along her red ass and thighs. "Calm, pet...Let it wash over you, the more you tense the harder it is...Let it go, it's only me here, trust me, submit to me my darling." She relaxes as his hand strokes lovingly at her thighs, she whimpers, wanting them to go further but knowing they will not. He starts his caning slowly and first but gathering speed. She grunts deeply, finally letting go her body goes limp, his excitement grows his caning getting harder. She moans loudly, in pain and pleasure. Stopping the caning, she hears the faint zipping of pants, the scuffle of shirt been thrown across the room. She feels his warm hands on her burning, red ass, spreading her cheeks. She lifts her hips, displaying her cunt to him, knowing he can smell her, making her if possible drip more, she feels a finger sliding along her swollen slit, teasing her cunt, moving up to circle her engorged clit. She moans as his soft fingers run along her clit, flicking the bud lightly, she quivers to the touch almost sending her over the edge, she holds back though, knowing that she must only cum when he tells her to. She pushes her ass up more, allowing him more view, she groans deeply feeling the first finger sliding up her throbbing, soaking cunt. Thrusting her hips up so his finger slides in deep she starts moving back and forth, trying to fuck herself on his finger. She moans pitifully as the finger pulls out. "Now, now...Pet." He says softly. Moving around to the front of the bed, she lifts her head, looking about wildly. "Calm darling, I'm still here." He strokes her head lightly. Leaning through the bars he unties her gag, letting it drop to the bed. "Thank-you Sir" She says numbly, her mouth aching from the gag. "How are you feeling?" He asks. "Good, but Sir, I need to cum soooo badly..." She says pleadingly. "All in good time, slave." He unties her hands, moving back around, and taking her hands, helping her stand. Leaving the blind-fold on, he moves her around to the front of the bed. "Spread your legs, slave." She does as she's told spreading her legs far apart he leans down, tying her feet to the legs of the bed. He pulls a length of rope out, "Lean over the bed head, slowly for me darling." She leans over, shivers from the cold iron only making her more aroused. He lays her hands flat against the bed head, looping the rope through and tying her hands securely in place. Pulling her hair into a ponytail he wraps another length of rope around it, laying the rope along her spin, tucking it over her ass, slipping it between her legs so it rests on her clit. He ties this to the base of the bed, so her head cannot be moved. Moving back around he kneels, smirking at his beautiful spread slave, her breasts rising and falling as she breathes in shallowly, obviously nervous of things to come. Running a hand along his 8-inch member, he strokes, the purple head throbbing angrily. Raising himself so his throbbing cock is inches from her mouth. "Open your mouth slut." She complies, with one thrust he enters her mouth, pushing the 8 inches into her ready and wet hole. She gags slightly as it hits the back of her throat. Using her head as leverage he starts to thrust in and out, fucking her face, she drools all over his cock, running her tongue along the head, gagging each time it hits the back of throat. She moves slightly, causing the rope to move along her clit, sending her almost over the edge she whimpers, daring not to move, letting him fuck her face. Her throat relaxes sending him into a frenzy of fucking he grunts loudly then as quickly as it started he pulls out her mouth. "Thank-you, Sir" She says quickly, her mouth swollen and aching from the assault. "You're a very good cock-sucker you know that, don't you." He says happily, running a hand over her face, the other along his throbbing cock. He stands, moving behind her and smacking her ass hard, she squeals lightly, a deep moan issuing from her mouth. "What should I do next, slut?" He asks, running is cock along her red ass. "Fuck me, please, Sir, fuck me hard..." She whines pleadingly. Untying the rope from her hair he removes it, tossing it to the ground, spreading her ass slightly. "How about I split your little ass-hole in two, slut." He says scathingly. "No-Noooo." She cries out, trying to move out his way... "Now, now, if I want to fuck your ass I will WONT I slut." She goes limp, defeated... "Yes, Sir" "Though, I'm not going to tonight, I want to feel your tight cunt around my cock.." With that he pushes his cock-head against her opening, running the saliva soaked cock along her dripping cunt, with a slight thrust he enters her. She moans out, the big 8-incher spreading her wide, with one hard thrust he slides into her all the way to the hilt. She cries out and before she can regain composure he starts to fuck her hard and fast, pulling out almost all the way then shoving back in. Grabbing her ass he pounds her tight little cunt, moaning deeply. She whimpers loudly, moaning and grunting like an animal. Unable to move she tenses her cunt muscles trying to bring him in deeper, he moans, like that and starts his assault more, thrusting in and out in frenzy. "Sir, Sir!!! May I cum!!" She begs out, whimpering loudly. "Yes, Slut, you may cum, cum around my hard cock as it thrusts in and out of your slutty cunt." With this affirmative she screams out, letting herself go, her body tenses, then suddenly explodes, her orgasm racing through her body violently, she shudders intensely, her cunt throbbing around his cock, juices flowing down her legs. He pulls out of her cunt, leaving her moaning and still coming down from her intense orgasm. Moving around to her mouth again, he pulls her mouth open shoving his cock down her throat again. "Clean it!" He roars, she moans softly, running her tongue along his cock, tasting herself on it. She cleans off his cock as he thrusts in and out her mouth hurriedly, she feels his cock tense, getting close to orgasm, she starts sucking harder, licking all over his cock, wanting her Master to cum so badly. With one thrust, cum starts to spurt out of his throbbing member, she quickly swallows his cum, but not quickly enough, some dribbling out her mouth splattering her chin and breasts. He pulls out still coming which he unloads all over her pretty face, covering her in the sticky globs of white cum, some falling onto her breasts and belly. Moaning deeply, he leans back on his heels, looking at his cum covered slave. He leans across pulling off her blindfold and tossing it to the floor. Picking up her undies he wipes her face with it, wiping off all the cum. He stands again, moving to untie her from the bed. Her knees give way, he catches her, stroking her hair. "I've got you darling." He picks her up gently, laying her on the bed. "Thank-you, Sir." "You're very welcome my darling." He says smiling, pulling the blankets over them both. "You are staying the night?" She asks quietly. "Yes darling, I wont be here tomorrow when you wake up though, but I will leave instructions for you." He whispers in her ear. "Yes, Sir." She mutters tiredly. "Open your mouth." He orders. She does as she's told, he sticks the cum soaked panties in her mouth and smirks. "Time to sleep my precious slave." She shuts her eyes, already drifting off to sleep in his tight embrace. Mumbling through her panty gag, "I love you Sir." He replies with, "I love you my darling slave." The Session I arrive at the door of the hotel room, at the stated time. My feelings were mixed. Nervous, meeting you for the first time and excitement knowing that I would be in control of the situation, well at least for the moment. Just before the door opens I realise I will not recognise you! The only pictures I have seen of you, you are wearing a hood! The door opens just a crack and I see your made up face, you smile, fully open the door and usher me in. Nervously you curtsy. "Hello Sissy Poppy" I murmur taking in your attire. Black six inch patent leather shoes, black fishnet stocking, a very tight, form fitting black PVC maid's dress, the hem of which is held out almost horizontal by the ruffles of lace petticoats underneath. I can see the edge of the frilly Basque you have on underneath and the false tits filling it. The outfit is finished off with White lace gloves. You are fully made up your hair hanging in large curls to your shoulders. "You look fantastic" I breathe taking in your shapely form. "Turn around" I ask. Smiling you perform a pirouette. "Lift your skirt" I demand. "Pink...sweet" I smirk. "Are you erect?" I ask. "Yes Master" You simper. "Wow you are small *Laugh* I can hardly tell" You turn bright red, but the twitching of you cock lets me know you love the verbal humiliation. "I have a present for you" With that I produce a bright pink collar, it has a pink heart shaped tag at the front with the words "Sissy Poppy" picked out in gold letters. You bow you head allowing me to fasten the collar around your neck. With a snap the tiny padlock secures it permanently in place. "What's on your mind Sissy Poppy? Where is the key?" I smile. I look at my watch and realise that we have to go. "Come on sissy let's go, the taxi will be here soon". Your eyes open wide. "Taxi! What do you mean? I was instructed to wait here.........for my Master.....you!" You state. "Yes, and I was instructed to pick you up and meet the taxi outside in ten minutes" I state. I can see the fear in your eyes and my erection hardens, this is a new feeling. The power over another person is very arousing. Despite your fears you follow me out into the corridor and we make our way to the lift. "What are you doing Sissy Poppy?" I demand. You look questioning at me. "A Sissy walks behind her master" You blush but fall behind. We manage the corridor and the lift without meeting anyone but the lobby is another matter. Heads turn, men sneer and women tut and you my pretty sissy blush an even deeper red. I must point out my attire at this time, I am wearing black shoes, black trousers and jacket, white shirt with a black tie. Very conservative, and totally at odds with your attire. I smile at this thought. "Hurry Sissy" I state loudly, getting a few laughs. "Or do you want to miss our taxi and have to stand waiting for another?" You quicken your pace in answer. The taxi is waiting and I can hear you sigh as I open the door for you. Once we are in the tax offi it heads with no instruction. Obviously it was pre-booked. Through the journey you sit with your head bowed next to me. I know you are battling with mixed emotions. Why did you let me humiliate you in this way? And the biggest question...........why does it turn you on so much you want more? We arrive some half an hour later outside a grand house. Out of the taxi he quickly drives away and I'm sure he called us freaks. I walk down the path and you follow at a submissive distance. The door is opened by a maid and we are welcomed inside. "Mistress Elaine is waiting second door on the right" directs the maid. At the door I knock and a strict demanding female voice bids us enter. Mistress Elaine is a vision. She is the Mistress I would choose, she is my dream Mistress. A BBW, and dressed head to foot in leather. I stand in awe marvelling at her. Black patent leather thigh length boots encase her legs, a black leather leotard covers her ample body except her tits which are thrust obscenely through holes in the front. Her arms are encased in leather gloves. She stands smirking at my shocked stare. "OK slave I think you have seen enough, time to play. Take off your clothes" she orders. As I step into the room she notices you. "Ahh what do we have here your Sissy maid? Ohh I do like the collar....Sissy Poppy...sweet". You blush and curtsy eliciting a laugh from our Mistress. Once undressed she orders me to stand alongside you. "Take off your knickers Sissy, you won't need them...then lift your skirt" she orders "Well I can see why you are the masterful one" she points at me with a smirk. "But you are only just bigger than your sissy...just think but for half a centimetre you could have been standing here in your sissy outfit.....no doubt you have one." We both stand before our Mistress, our faces burning red with humiliation, our tiny cocks throbbing with the thrill of it. She moves over to a chair and sits. "Time you insignificant wretches worshipped my boots" she points to her feet and we both cross the room and kneel before her. I begin the worship of her right boot you begin on her left. As we progress up Mistresses legs we glance across at each other, you smile, I wink and both our cocks throb. "Enough........Slave would you like to suck my tits?" She asks. "Yes please Mistress" I quickly answer. "It does of course mean punishment" she states. "Yes anything to touch your wonderful body" I breathe. "And it won't be you it will be your Sissy who gets the punishment" "My answer is still Yes Mistress" I answer quickly. Glancing across at you I see you looking hard at me. Yes I am to get the pleasure and you the pain, sweet humiliations. As you meet my gaze and think this thought your head drops in supplication. "So quick to sacrifice your Sissy" she laughs. "Up slave" Mistress commands as she offers me her right tit. I kneel up and lean into Mistresses body, feeling the soft caress of the leather against my lower body. My cock throbs in anticipation. As I take her nipple in my mouth she sighs loudly and her head falls back. It seems her nipples are very sensitive. The nipple responds immediately growing to the size of a raspberry. I continue my ministrations eliciting gasps from Mistress when I use my teeth to softly rake her nub. Glancing across I see her twisting her left nipple so I switch to that side. As I do I glance down and see you watching intently, no doubt wishing it were you suckling on the ripe teats. As Mistresses left nipple erects in my mouth she gives a gasp. "Suck harder...slave" she gasps. I do as commanded and her breathing becomes more ragged. Soon she is moaning, and her chest heaves. Then with one big gasp Mistress climaxes. I slow my caress of her nipples as Mistress regains her composure. "Not bad Slave.....but you are greedy...fifteen minutes sucking on my tits. That means fifteen strokes for Sissy". I glance across to see your reaction but you kneel, head bowed like the good Sissy you are. "I think the punishment will be a ball whipping.....get her ready slave....there is a cock and ball harness over there" she points to a table covered in retraining devices. We both rise and go to the table. "There is a smaller harness on the left" laughs Mistress. You don't blush this time but I see you cock twitch. Is it the jibe or the thought that another man will be touching and restraining your cock and balls I wonder! I take the device and then take hold of your balls, you shudder. I fasten the first strap around your balls causing them to swell obscenely. The second strap fastens around the root of your cock, which means I have to take hold of it. You look up and stare longingly into my eyes. I shake my head, I know you so desperately want to cum, but we both know that would be disastrous so I quickly finish. "Slave kneel on the floor all fours!" Mistress orders. "Sissy on all fours behind him.....I want your nose in his arse crack, whilst I whip you" she smirks. "And no licking! You slut!" I hear the rustle as you get down on all fours then feel your nose nestles into my behind. I shudder with lust as I hear you breathe in my musky scent. I know what you're thinking. I know your cock is throbbing for release, because were the roles reversed I would be feeling the same, the joy of humiliation! Without any warning Mistress begins the punishment. Mistress uses a cat 'o' nine tails to flagellate you bulging balls. As the first stoke hits you yelp and your face rubs across my pink rosebud, your lips touch the forbidden area. Six strokes later and the temptation is too much. Your tongue snakes out and caresses my tight bud. I almost yelp in surprise, but just manage to control it. Now as you endure the whipping torture I endure your tongue caressing and teasing without groaning and letting Mistress know what you are doing, a punishable offence no doubt! All too soon your punishment and my sweet torture ends. "Whipping a slave always gets me horny slave.........how would you like to lick my pussy?" "Oh yes please Mistress. It would be an honour" I almost shout. "Same rules apply....someone gets the punishment" She says with a smile, looking straight at you. You in return bow your head in resignation. "Yes Mistress" I answer. "Mmmmmm if you lick my pussy....then Sissy here will have to take a fucking...." "Yes Mistress, I accept" I quickly sell your arse for my pleasure, I know you are both seething and lusting inside, the state of your cock and your trembling gives that away. Mistress retires to a couch and lies out on her back. There is a whirring sound and her legs are slowly parted and her hips drop slightly. The couch is now in position for a slave to kneel before Mistress and worship her pussy. I take my position noticing as I do the zipper at the crutch. "Use your teeth Slave.........You Sissy.......make me a drink. A gin and tonic....The bar is over there in the corner" she commands. I take the metal tag of the zip between my teeth and pull down. As the zip slides down I am met with the heady scent of Mistresses excited pussy.......Bliss! The crutch seemed to be cleverly tailored because when the zip is fully down her pussy is laid bare giving easy access to my craving tongue. I immediately dive in, pushing my tongue in at the top to find the hard nub of her clitoris. I am rewarded with a contented sigh from Mistress. "That's good slave" she murmured as she slid lower into the couch. As I look up I see you standing obediently alongside Mistress with her drink on a tray, you glance longingly at me. My ministrations on her clitoris soon take effect and her breathing quickens, as I sense this I slow down and Mistress groans in frustration and pleasure. Yessss Slave don't let me cum....keep me on the edge" she sighs. I know she is very close so I switch to languidly lapping her pussy. The taste is exquisite and I groan in pleasure. Once again I move up to her clitoris and start the process again. I do this twice more before she can stand it no more and demands release. Her climax is hard and long and she howls her pleasure. Some minutes pass before her breathing returns to normal and as we wait you and I exchange glances. You stand there shaking with the exertion of holding out the tray not daring to put it down. I shake with the exertion of the long pleasuring of Mistresses pussy. I can see in your eyes that you long to be where I am and also the haunted look because you know what's coming next. Mistress finally leans across and takes the drink from the tray not even noting you existence. "That was good Slave you have real talent....I suppose it makes up for your lack on manhood" she smirks. Lifting me up and then smashing me down and I love it I shiver in humiliation. "So let's give Sissy the fucking she deserves.....Would you like to fuck her pussy slave?" Mistress asks. "But Mist....." you start. "Shut up Sissy! If you are a boy that dresses as a girl, then you deserve to be fucked like a girl.......Well Slave" she demands. I look across at you, you stare back and shake your head slightly. I know your limits but I also know you want to push those limits but are you ready? "No Mistress" I state and I see the relief in your eyes. "Well tough, you will be" she commands. I see you eyes widen as you realise what is about to happen. "Sissy go fetch the bag of ice from the bar". You quickly fetch it wondering why on earth it is needed. "Now place it on Slaves crutch". You step towards me and the look of puzzlement soon turns to one of glee as you place the bag against my cock and balls and I gasp with the cold. Once my erection has shrivelled Mistress hands you a leather restrainer. "Quickly Sissy before the pervert gets hard again" she advises. The restrainer is a complete cock and ball sheath which is secured at the root of my cock, you do this quickly. The top end of the sheath has a long strap which when pulled between my legs effectively pulls my cock and balls out of sight. This strap is then fastened to a waist belt. "You didn't think you would get the pleasure of sex in my domain did you slave?" she smirked and I notice you doing the same. With that she produced an eight inch strap-on. "Your cock is too small to give her a real fucking, but you will still be fucking her........Put this on him Sissy" She hands the strap-on to you. You kneel and strap the false cock over my restrained and frustrated cock. Once completed Mistress orders.... "Over the couch Sissy and lift your skirt". You adopt the position presenting you cute bottom to my lusting gave. I step closer and Mistress hands me a tube of lubrication. I apply a large blob to your arse crack and you flinch at the cold. I massage the lubricant into your pussy, first with one finger...then two....then three. Once you are fully lubed I press the end of the strap-on against your tight puckered pussy. There is a slight resistance to start with then the head pops in. You utter a cry of pain, which changes to a groan as I slowly slide the full length into you. When my hips meet your bottom I stop. You shiver under me and it feels fantastic. I control you now and the feeling of power is an aphrodisiac. Slowly I withdraw, almost pulling out and I see you clench to keep the big intruder inside you. "You slut!" I think. I take up a steady rhythm and your groans quickly change from pain to pleasure. The head of the strap-on as it rubs over your sensitive prostrate sends a shiver through you on each stroke. "Look up Sissy" commands Mistress. As you do, so do I, our eyes meet in the mirror facing us. I see the lust on your face your loving this. You see the lust on my face I'm loving this! Then you smile and turn bright red as Mistress whispers in my ear. "Make her cum Slave". So I reach down and pull your shoulders up. We are now both standing facing the mirror. The strap-on is buried deep in your pussy. "Lift up your skirt Sissy Poppy" I whisper in your ear. You do so and as you do I reach round and begin to stroke your cock with my lubricated hand. Your eyes glaze over, your mouth becomes slack and you head towards climax. Your head drops back against my chest and to my surprise you begin to thrust back against the strap-on. I match your thrusts and with a wail of joy you shoot your cum all over the floor and my hand. As your climax subsides I withdraw from your pussy. "Clean that up Sissy" orders Mistress. You fall to your knees and begin to lick up your cum. Finished you look up at Mistress. "Don't forget Slaves hand" she points out. You lick the cum from my hand and then begin to salaciously suck on my fingers. I look down with raw lust in my eyes. My cock is aching in its tight prison. "Getting some payback Sissy?" Mistress laughs. "Well it seems Sissy has had all the fun.....time for slave to have some." Mistress then proceeded to undo the strap holding my cock in place and it immediately springs forward. "Up against the couch Slave and take hold of your tiny dick" As I do this I see Mistress hand a wicked looking cane to Sissy Poppy. "Now Slave for each stroke you can stroke your cock...understood Slave?" "Yes Mistress". "But only when Sissy tells you can you cum" she smirks and hands the cane to you. She then places a blindfold on me. Swish...........Crack! I stroke my cock, and immediately realise I am ready! In fact, I almost cum from the sting of the cane and the pent up emotion! Swish............Crack! I stroke again and clench my free hand. What exquisite torture. I so much want to cum, every fibre of my body is shouting for release. You must have realised this because there is a long pause before the next stroke. Swish............Crack! Fortunately my ardour has dropped so I manage to hang on. You notice this and increase the stroke rate, driving me to distraction. After what seems like long tortured hours you whisper my ear. "You can cum now slave"....... I wait..........and I wait......and I wait. Finally..... Swish.........Crack! I stroke but the moment has gone and I don't climax. "What's the matter Slave.....don't you want to cum?" you whisper I can hear the mirth in your voice. Swish......Crack! I stroke. Swish......Crack! I stroke. Swish......Crack. The tempo increases and my climax builds. Finally I howl my release and spray my cum onto the floor and my hand. The blindfold is removed and I see your beaming face in the mirror, I smile back. "Clean that up" Sissy commands...and Mistress laughs. Mistress states that our time is up, she leaves the room and the maid enters. She helps us get dressed and sees us to the door. "Goodnight Sir.......Sissy". She smiles. Back in the taxi we sit in content silence. At your hotel door I bid you goodnight. "I hope we can do this again".............are my last words. The Session Anna looked up at the clock on her bedroom wall. He'll be here in less than an hour, she thought. She could hear the soft click of Andy's computer keyboard as he rapidly typed away. I don't know how he can be so focused on his work, she thought, he does know a complete stranger will shortly walk into his house and have his way with me. She was always a bit raw and edgy before these events. She thought about the old joke comparing sex to snowfall. You never know how long it will last, nor how many inches you'll get. She was pretty sure about the inches part. Andy had never failed to find well hung men for her. Still she was always anxious. Andy screened the men, she insisted after the one motel meeting they had with friend of a friend that went sour. The guy was just an obnoxious jerk. A well hung jerk is still a jerk, she thought. She glanced back at the clock, it had hardly moved. She got up and started to recheck her make up. The brightly lit magnified make up mirror showed a still pretty fifty something year old face. The minor surgeries had helped some and her skill in the magic of applying make- up made it so she could easily pass for someone 10 years younger. In a candle lit room, she could pass with ease for at least 15 years younger. Andy would not tolerate breast surgery, her fingers circled her aging breasts, she sighed softly, they had fallen and flattened. She gently lifted them, feeling their weight; her fingers tugged and pulled on her long fat nipples. Men had always gone nuts when they discovered how big they were. She loved being suckled, the feeling aroused her deeply, deep in her core. She loved having the long nipples pulled and twisted hard. She sighed, she felt old when she looked at her breast, she remembered when she went braless to the dances and how the boys would follow her, pleading for a chance to fondle her. She remembered how she would let her lover of the evening suckle her in her drive way after the dance. Anna was a good girl, she never let the boys touch her precious but she so did enjoy the breast play. Anna would relief herself alone in the privacy of her bed room. Her fingers would find the sweetness and her relief would ripple through her body time and again. The clock showed she still had a half hour to wait. Andy's clacking ceased. He walked into the bedroom. "Are you ready?" He asked teasingly. "I can't hardly wait, sweetie. I'm wet, open and willing" Anna answered. She pulled open her vaginal lips exposing her wide and wet hole. Andy smiled and dropped to his knees before her. She pressed herself into his face and began a grinding motion. "Uh, uh, oh, oh yes, she grunted, I'm going to fuck him baby, I'm going to get my nut on him." Anna knew this kind of talk drove her husband wild. "Your wife is going to fuck another man, sweetie, fuck him raw." Anna felt powerful grinding her wet cunt into Andy's face, powerful and in charge. "I could cum," she thought but Andy suddenly pulled away. "You are such a delicious slut," he told her. "You are so precious." "I'm your slut, baby," "I do what you tell me," Anna whispered, "I love to please you and you know I'll do what ever you want me to do." Andy stuck his wet tongue into her ear, "I want you to fuck Alex," he whispered sucking ever so gently on her ear lob. Sucking it like it was her clitoris, running the tip of his tongue up into her ear. "I want you to cum on his big cock, will you cum for me honey, will you cum on his big cock?" "Yesssssssss," she hissed. "I'll cum, I'll cum for you baby, I'll fucking cum off for you." The door bell chimed. Dress my slut, Andy whispered, I'll entertain Alex until you are gift wrapped and ready for him. Anna felt dread in the pit of her stomach. The fantasy prelude to these sessions was always so much easier than the moment of reality. She feared rejection and ridicule. Behind the make-up was a frightened and insecure human. Her sexual excitement vanished. She reached for her ever present glass of wine and drew deeply. She began to dress, her choice of sheer clothing would serve as both an enticement and would cover the body parts she was terrified of exposing. Anna could feel the effects of the wine and the mild tranquilizer she had taken earlier working on her mind. She felt her self wobble slightly, she laughed. Still her anxiety surged in her chest. She suddenly felt weak and light headed. She pulled on her shear panties and climbed into the king sized bed and waited. Come what may, Anna would do what Andy wanted of her. She was after all, a dutiful wife. They seldom allowed the men into the home. Hotels were the usual meeting place but Andy had taken a liking to this stud. He had worked with him for several years before striking out on his own and so had little fear of misbehavior. Still there was risk, risk was always a part of the transaction, risk also was part of the excitement. Alex walked into the room. The two men sized each other up. Alex was shorter then Andy, younger by two decades, thicker through the torso, more muscled. The men exchanged the usual pleasantries, local sports, the weather. They joked about their former work buddies and how they shared the same view of the idiocy of management. Alex was nervous, it had taken a few drinks to get over his doubts. He was a virgin to this. He wasn't new to sex, no he had been fucking on a regular basis since he was 10. Alex had lost his virginity to his oldest sister. She was 12 when she first mounted her younger sibling. She used his hard young cock as her personal dildo. Not that Alex minded. He liked fucking and cumming off. He was masturbating before his testicles fully dropped and long before he could ejaculate. Fucking his sister was easy and regular being left alone together for long periods. His mother was unmarried and his sister was actually a half sister or so they suspected, their mother was never truthful as to their paternal heritage. They fucked like rabbits daily on the carpet in front of the TV until his sister found a man willing to take her in. Sis was all of 16 when she found herself pregnant and married. Alex didn't have to go for long without a sex partner. Once word of his large penis got around, women found him on a regular basis. Older women would call him to their homes during the day when their husbands were working and their children off to school. His reputation as a stud spread quickly through his crowded neighborhood. Women knew a good thing when they found it and Alex was talented. He learned his lessons well at home with his sister; he could get her off with his fingers, his tongue, or his thick hard cock. And he loved pleasing women. For Alex having a woman cum on his person was terribly thrilling and deeply satisfying. It was also addicting, he found that he had little tolerance for women that had difficulty in getting off. He loved working women up to the edge but if they couldn't get up and over it, he lost interest in them quickly. As a boy, he himself could nut two, three and even on occasion, four times in a session with his sister. She on the other hand might cum a dozen times under his skilled tongue and fingers, certainly on his ever growing penis. By the time sis moved out, he was fully developed in his reproduction equipment. Even with all that, Alex had never been part of a threesome, He had fucked many a man's wife behind their backs, but never in their presence. He looked closely at Andy, searching for a sign of anger or hesitance. He was ready to bolt. He found Andy calm, confident and his sense of enthusiasm put the young man quickly at ease. The conversation gradually moved to the task at hand. Andy explained the ground rules. No violence of any kind would be tolerated. No ass slapping, no anal penetration without complete consent. Alex liked Andy, he always had at work. Andy was a straight shooter and always carried more than his share of the work at hand. He made sure that everyone around him got all the credit they deserved for their efforts. Andy was impressed by the young man. He was as he remembered. Clean, well groomed, and a hard body. Andy tried to be nonchalant but his eyes betrayed him and kept peeking to see the man's bulging crotch. Andy also liked cock, almost as much as his wife. Not all the men he found for Anna would go for his participation and he would never impose himself on them. He liked cock but he enjoyed seeing Anna nut herself on a strange man even better. He felt his own cock stir as he made small talk with Alex. Anna trembled with excitement. She was wet and ready as she listened to the men outside her bedroom chat and then negotiate the ground rules for the evening. So far as she could understand, Alex would have her all to himself. Andy would watch and masturbate himself. There would be no dual action. Anna didn't care, she was more than ready to cum and at this point she didn't care whose cock serviced her, she just wanted to be serviced. Still she trembled, she nervously checked and rechecked the clock. The wine bottle was almost gone, she knew Andy would bring in another, he always did. He knew her needs almost better than she knew herself. He sensed when her sexual needs were beginning to wane and when they were beginning to wax. He always seemed to have someone lined up just about the time she was wanting and needing a big hard cock fix. Her fingers found her nipples and she squeezed one of them hard. The pain rocked through her and for some reason ended up as a thrill in her pelvic region. She let out a small involuntary gasp. She squeezed the other nipple, tugging it sharply. The warm pleasure spread down into her waiting cunt. I want to be fucked, she thought, I hope he doesn't cum to soon, I hate it when they can't wait for me to nut. I wonder how long he is, I don't like it when they are too long, she mused. Fat, I like fat wide cocks that stretch me wide. Oh hurry up, men are far worse talkers than women. Who cares who won the stupid basket ball game. She was ready to reach over and grab her dildo when the guys came into the candle lit room. He wasn't exactly what she was expecting. He was shorter than most of her lovers. His head was shaved but she could see that he was going bald anyway. His torso was long but his lower body wasn't in proportion. His glasses gave him a slightly nerdish look. He wore a sleeveless t-shirt that accented his broad shoulders and nylon sport shorts that came down below his knees. His smile was warm and easy, he was skittish, she sensed his unease. He sat at the edge of the bed and offered a hand shake. As awkward as the moment was for all of them, the gesture made them all laugh. "Well, I guess Miss Manners wouldn't have rule for proper manners in this situation," Andy offered. Anna graciously took his offered hand in both of hers and gently squeezed. She looked into his soft brown eyes and said; "take off your clothes now and fuck me hard." "Oh, well' coughed Andy, "I'll take that as a cue and I'll let you two have a moment to get to know each other." He quietly glided across the room to his large overstuffed chair. In the warm gentle glow of the fire lights, Alex became almost a ghost. He felt his heart pumping hard in his chest. He found these early moments of the session to be the most stressful. He was torn between moments of painful jealousy and pure sexual excitement. His own cock was only slightly chubbed. He watched them closely with an intensity that would have frightened both of them had they been able to see him. It was the sounds that brought on his erection. First as they kissed and later his cock stiffened harder as he listen to Anna's little whimpers and gasps of pleasure as their love making quickened it's pace. Anna had no knowledge of the sounds she made; she was not a vocal person when she was having sex. The only sounds she made were involuntary except that Andy had trained her to announce her orgasms. She did as she was taught but even then she would merely whisper "I'm cumming" under her breath. You had to be paying close attention to pick up the gentle exultations of climax. Andy listened closely, he clearly heard her gasp as the young bucks cock pushed its way deep up into her most sacred and private places. Her first, "I cumming" of the night came shortly after. He watched the young man humping away at his wife and noticed the boy never broke his rhythm while Anna came off. He had mounted her in the missionary position, she had pulled and held her legs back to allow him deep and full penetration and it didn't take but a few long pumps to bring her to her first release of the night. Andy's heart raced, he squeezed the shaft of his cock and a large drip of pre-cum oozed its way out. He stroked his long shaft in a coordinated rhythm to the boys pumping of his wife. He was careful to watch silently, not wanting to break the sexual bubble that filled the room. He knew Anna was just drunk enough to be uninhibited in her wantonness. He liked her slightly drunk and horny and he loved it when she let herself loose while he silently stroked himself in his darken corner. Alex immediately liked Anna when she ordered him to undress. This was a woman he understood. He had heard that request before, other cock starved mothers had spoken to him like that often and he was always richly rewarded for complying. Alex lost no time in disrobing and climbing up onto the rich mans bed. Anna's gentle fingers found his chubbing manhood and his dick hardened quickly under her masterful manipulations. They kissed softly at first, tasting and probing but soon they were fucking each the others mouths with their tongues. Anna felt Alex's cock searching, bumping, seeking her birth canal for penetration. It slid up and over her clitoris making her shiver with delight. Her worries and fears of the early evening were gone, Andy wasn't anywhere in her consciousness, the moment was all about the thick, hot piece of flesh that was trying to work itself into her womanhood and she wanted desperately to make that happen. "Oh, my God," she thought, "put it in, put it in please." Alex, as if he could read her mind, reached down and guided the mushroom head of his cock to her wet and opened vaginal lips. Anna gasped as the fat head spread her open. Her eyes rolled back as the unspeakable pleasure ripped through her needy body. "Oh God, he's going to make me cum. Fuck," she thought, "I'm going to cum off. Yes, she hissed, I'm cumming." Alex ignored her announcement. He was glad she nutted so easily. He knew now he could make her continue to cum and he worked his shaft down as deep into her as was possible. Not all women were able to take his full length but this one did it effortlessly. He liked feeling his testicles slap into Anna's ass as he pounded her steadily. She pulled her legs back hard as if trying to get his cock even deeper into her wetness. She grunted wordlessly as the youngster reached deep into places in Anna that Andy had never been able to reach. "I'm cumming" Anna announced for the second time. Andy's response was a shiver of pleasure through his own cock. He squeezed just behind the head of his dick to stop his own orgasm from happening. He could see that Alex had stopped with his wife fully impaled on his manhood while she grunted and gasped herself franticly to orgasm. Alex waited until she completed her cum before he pulled his long maleness out of her. Anna wasted no time in climbing up and onto her stud and she wasted not a moment in guiding his big headed shaft into her sloppy wet cunt. Andy quietly moved to the foot of the bed to get a different and better view of the action. Anna's tits were flopping, her asshole clenched each time she forced herself down onto the young fellows dick. Alex reached up and began to pull on her sexually excited nipples the result was quick and in Andy's case, predictable. "I'm cumming, oh God Andy, I'm cumming" Anna squealed in delight. Again the stud stiffened and allowed Andy's wife to finish enjoying the orgasmic spasms that rolled through her soft white flesh. Her eyes were squeezed shut and waves of red flushed through her chest and back. Andy could see the goose bumps on her arms. "The best, the best, Andy, he's the best cock I've ever fucked," Anna exclaimed. "Enjoy my darling don't stop now," Andy answered. "I'm not done with him yet" was Anna's reply as she resumed the fucking of her boy. Although not yet sated, Anna humping suggested none of the hysterics of her previous ride. This time she slowly worked the shaft its full length with slow precise strokes. She pulled herself up and let his cock almost completely out of her honey hole so she could enjoy feeling the enormous head fill her slot back up. Oh, Andy, his head is so big, so good. Andy was stroking away at his own need. He wished he could have filmed this. His excitement at hearing Anna's exultations would be unexplainable to the normals but it was the greatest of all symphonies to his twisted ears. He couldn't hold back any longer and with a groan he released his sperm onto the carpeted floor. His sudden and unexpected release seemed to spur the couple on the bed to further heights. Perhaps it was the smell of his ejaculate copiously spilled out onto the floor that keyed his wife and her young man to finish their dance. Alex simultaneously pushed his cock deep into Anna while pulling her down hard to him. I'm cumming lady; I'm going to cum in you. "Yes, yes, cum in me" Anna called out in response. "Andy, he's cumming in me, I'm going to cum again". The lustiness of the moment was lost on Andy. His orgasm had drained him of any sexual interest; he was slouched, eyes closed in his chair as his wife and her young stud found their greatest release of the night together. Alex pulled up his pants and looked over at Anna lying on the bed. She was on her back with one leg spread open, Alex's sperm coated her swollen vaginal lips. Andy, wrapped himself in his robe and walked his well paid serviceman to the door. If you ever need my services again, I'll be happy to come back, Alex said with a grin. Thanks, Andy replied with a warm smile. I'll give you a call as soon as that itch of Anna's comes back. You scratched it well...... The Session When the others enter the space, it doesn't look like a place where anything very dramatic is going to happen. There are three tables along the long wall, all of them covered with sheets. There's no way of telling what is beneath the sheets. There's another table nearer the door, which is laden with tasty-looking snacks and glasses of red and white wine, plus bottles of water. There are also some lights on stands with diffusers, directed towards the blank white wall at the opposite end from the door. There's also a young man, about thirty, dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, checking the sound system and the camera setup. He is average height, slightly built, with closely cropped hair. The young man is me. I am avoiding the looks of the people coming in because I know, more or less, what is going to happen and I am nervous and excited and I don't want to give away my excitement too soon. Whatever happens, I know that the most pleasure that the audience has will depend to some extent on the difference between my neat, unobtrusive, efficient demeanour at the beginning, and whatever state I end up in. Which, if all goes well, will be very, very different. You welcome everyone as they arrive and you direct them towards the snacks and drinks. They know that they are here for something a little unusual and, knowing the kind of thing that you like to present, there is a buzz of anticipation and excitement. You are, of course, smartly dressed in an expensively tailored shirt and dark trousers. You are the master here. "Welcome," you say to the people who have, by now, gathered inside the room, and who have primed themselves with drinks and nibbles to witness what is going to take place. "I'm very glad you've all been able to make it," you say. "I know some of you have come a long way to be here this evening. You were all personally invited and I know that whereas you all know more or less what is in store this evening, none of you know the exact details of what's going to happen. That's the way it should be. WeÕre all here to witness something rather special. We're going to witness the transformation of one young man into a piece of art -- no more and no less. For this to happen, I'm going to have to ask you to obey a few rules. One is that I must ask you to not use any cameras, unless I have specifically given permission. Another, which is a bit more difficult, is that I must ask that nobody is to participate in the action, unless, again, I have specifically given permission. Neither of these rules is to say that nobody will be allowed to use a camera, or that nobody else may participate. Just that I reserve the right to demand that you refrain from either of these things until or unless I've said so. Okay?" There is a murmur of assent. I feel hot inside my clothes. I don't know how many people yet have worked out who you are talking about; who, exactly, is going to be the piece of living art on this occasion. "Excellent," you say, and as always I feel a pang of affection for the way you are looking out for me, the way you set the rules where I am concerned. For I do not want to be at anyone's mercy but yours. "Now," you say, "I would like you to meet the young man who is to be the centerpiece of the action this evening. Alex, please step forwards." Blushing like a girl, shy and reluctant, I leave off checking the video cameras and I walk forwards, my eyes on you, as you smile at me and introduce me to the audience with a gesture. There is applause and a few discreet hoots and whistles. I notice the nature of the audience; it's not just older men, but also some younger men, a few of them younger than me, and also some women, aged between about twenty and fifty. I can't help noticing that some of the men and women are looking at me with unfeigned lust, or something like it. In the particular fetish that we are all concerned with, it's hard sometimes to tell what a person wants to do with you. Sometimes it's an innocent pie in the face. Sometimes it's something more intimate. Sometimes it's something not far short of full-on rape. In any case, I am well aware of what my status in the room is, and while I am your collaborator I am also the object of desire; whatever happens in this room this evening, I am at any rate the intended focus of it. I can feel the blush suffusing my face and I look at you shyly. You smile at me, and your confidence in me gives me courage. "I think," you say, "we should get started. Alex, is everything in place?" I nod, and say a few words quietly, just loud enough for you to hear. You nod in return, one performer to another, and while you talk a little more I take the moment to turn on the camera and pull the sheets off the long tables. As the contents of the tables are revealed to the audience, they give off little oohs and aahs. For beneath the sheets, the tables are laden with the ingredients for a very seriously messy evening. There are pies and cakes and buckets of gunge and slop of all colours and textures. What there are not are buckets of anything savoury Ð you are a considerate master, and you are aware of the things that I find humiliating and the things that I find merely annoying or unpleasant. You have calculated the mess this evening to be an onslaught of gunge that I will not be able to resist. You want to break me down into a helpless target, and you have chosen carefully the weapons with which to do it. "And now," you say, "it's time to begin. Alex, will you stand over there and get ready, please?" I nod, feeling myself blush. I go over to the corner and remove my shoes and socks, then, barefoot, clad in a white t-shirt and dark jeans, I walk over to the blank white wall and stand in front of it, facing the audience with my arms by my sides. "Excellent," you say. The cameras have been running for some time now. The low murmur of talk in the audience dies away to silence. They are all watching me, waiting to see what you are going to do. You walk over to a table and pick up a pie. My eyes follow you. I am careful not to let my face betray emotion. It's crucially important that I remain as calm, as impassive, as dignified as possible to begin with. You walk over to me, holding the pie carefully in one hand. "I think we'll begin," you say, "with the simplest possible demonstration of the art." You look at me and I look at you for a moment, then look ahead, knowing what is about to happen. You raise your arm and push the pie into my face. It is deep and creamy and sticky and I make a brief, muffled gasp as it fills my eyes and goes up my nose and folds around the front of my head. You push the crust upwards slightly, rubbing it in, so it's sticking to my brow and less likely to fall straight off. This has the effect of revealing my mouth, but the rest of my face, the upper part, is still concealed beneath the pie goo and crust. I breathe deeply through my mouth, your passive victim, waiting for you to do something else. "See how, when you are allowing yourself to be made into a work of art, you need to submit to the process," you say. "Alex is a good submissive. He knows not to wipe the goo off, however uncomfortable it may be. It's the responsibility of the artist to make sure that the artwork is able to breathe, and so on. A serious responsibility, and not to be taken lightly." There is a pause, during which I feel the pie crust sliding slowly down my face, covering my nose and mouth and finally falling off me and breaking apart as it lands on my bare feet. I blink, but I can barely see through the thick smears of goo and jam on my face. I see you coming back towards me with three pies. One you shove on my crotch, the other on my chest and the last one on my face. I moan, this time, because I'm getting an erection inside my jeans and I know that it will soon become apparent that that's the case. You are saying something about messing up the clothes, but then I feel you opening the flies of my jeans and pulling them down my legs. Beneath them, I am wearing tight white briefs. The pie falls off my face, taking some of the goo with it, and now that I can see a bit better I am able to step out of my jeans. You throw my dirty, sodden jeans in the corner and now I am wearing only a t-shirt and briefs. You go over to the table and return with two jugs of custard. You make me turn away and face the wall with my hands on it, and then you open the seat of my briefs and pour some custard inside. It fills up the tight underpants and oozes into the crack of my bum, and I feel out seeping out through the crotch and pouring down my legs. Then you make me turn and face everyone again and order me to look up. I look up and close my eyes and gasp as you pour the other jug of custard over my face and it sloshes down my neck, over my t-shirt. You pull open the neck of my t-shirt so that some of the custard sluices down inside it. You open the front of my briefs and pour the last of it inside there too. The crowd is murmuring with excitement at the way my humiliation is getting more and more intimate. I am ordered to remove my t-shirt and I do so. You go to the table and come back with two pies, which you place on each side of my head, sandwiching me. I gasp. You place another pie on the crotch of my pants, and it squeezes the custard up around my genitals. My briefs are now oozing yellow custard, cascading down my legs, and I feel the pies falling off my head and splattering off my shoulders, but I still can't see. You make the situation worse by coming at me with a bucket of tepid, rather runny porridge and upturning it over my head. The grey sludge covers my head and streams down my bare chest and back and legs. You leave the upturned bucket over my head for a moment and I can see nothing Ð I am standing before the audience wearing only my dirty, gooey white briefs and the bucket over my head, the grey porridge sludging over my bare chest and dripping off me. "As you can see," you say, "Alex is now primed, like a canvas, to receive whatever we want to give to him. But there is one special final procedure we have to go through before he will be totally ready." I feel the bucket being taken off my head and I blink, but the grey sticky porridge is clinging to my face and there's already enough pie cream and custard and jam on my face to blind me. So I do not know what you are doing, and only when I feel your hands pulling my wrists behind my back and handcuffing me do I know what is about to happen. "This is the part that most of us are not able to endure," you say, "although Alex is experienced at it, and that's why he is here today allowing us to put him through this. I assure you that whatever he says, however reluctant he seems to be, this is what he wants to happen. The strictest codes of discipline are enforced." And then you roll down the hem of my briefs, just a little bit, so that they're down below my waist, riding my hips. This is the point where what you said wasn't entirely true. I may be used to you doing this to me in private, or even on a camera. Never before have I allowed you, or anyone else, to strip me nude in public. This, for me, is the first step towards ultimate humiliation. "Oh no," I gasp. "Shall we do more?" you say. There are cries of "Yes!" and "Strip him!" from the audience. Quite a few women whoop with joy. And a couple of men. You pull my filthy, sodden briefs down a little further, uncovering more of my hips, so that my bum behind me is actually half-uncovered, although turned away from the audience. By now it is really only covering my genitals, the only thing which is preserving the remotest part of my modesty. I squirm a little. "Oh no, please . . ." I say. "He wants it!" shouts a woman's voice. "What is it you don't want?" you ask slyly. "Tell us exactly." "Please . . ." I whimper, "please . . . don't strip me naked . . ." And then, slowly but inexorably, you slide my tight, sloppy briefs down over my bare hips, first uncovering my bum behind me, as I keep up a constant moaning whimper: "Oh no . . . no . . .please, no . . .don't take them off . . . please don't do this to me . . . . oh please, no . . . oh please . . ." but it's useless, because as they uncover the sides of my gluteals the front of them is going lower and lower, pulling my stiff cock downwards until finally it bounces free as I gasp. "Oh God!" You strip me nude before the audience, exposing me and shaming me. My pants slide down to the floor and when I am finally nude there are cheers. I step out of them and then almost immediately I feel you placing them upside-down on my head, covering my face with the messy seat of them and humiliating me. Now I am nude and vulnerable and messy among strangers. Anything might happen. And because I am handcuffed and at your and their mercy, anything probably will. I know that they are looking at my slender nude body, taking in the sight of it, enjoying the fact that I have allowed you to strip me completely and mess me up in public, that I am offering my body to them for their entertainment, giving them the memory of this evening Ð and indeed more than the memory, because they will be going home with DVDs of the whole evening so that they can watch it again and again and bring themselves to arousal at the sight of me being stripped nude and messily humiliated. I stand, trembling slightly, aware of their gazes on my naked body, my gooey sticky briefs covering my face, and then I moan as I feel thick gunge being poured over my head and inside the briefs, making the fabric cling to my face and adding to my humiliation. There is nothing whatever I can do Ð I am blinded and my hands are cuffed behind me. I could try to hide, but it would be useless. I lift my pants-covered face and moan louder as the thick, sweet-smelling gunge drenches my head and slithers down over my body. My cock is sticking straight out ahead of me. I hear you talking, but the sticky fabric and thick gunge on my head muffles the sound and I can only make out something about punishment and acceptance. Then I feel you lifting the briefs off my head and I breathe gratefully. You wipe my face with them a bit and my vision clears. I look at the audience, blinking, shamed, and I can see them watching me, riveted and aroused. A few of the men are fondling each other's crotches and some of the women are doing the same thing. Briskly, before I can get used to being able to look at them, you go to the table and return with a couple of pies which are slapped in my face. Then before I can shake my head to dislodge them, I get another one in the crotch Ð it oozes around my hot, stiff penis and balls and I whimper with pleasure. The pies fall from my face and I blink through the mask of cream, just in time to see about six members of the audience standing in a row, each of them with something in each hand -- I only have a moment to gasp no, please, before they throw, and I instinctively shrink back a little before the pies splatter over my naked body. Most of them are not well-thrown and land on my torso and legs, but one hits me on the side of the face. I gasp and when I straighten up, there is another, better-thrown barrage -- this time I get two square in the face, in quick succession, stinging me and forcing pie goo up my nose and into my startled, open mouth as well as filling my eye sockets. And then for a while there is nothing but that, just a succession of pies thrown at me while I stand naked and handcuffed and helpless to stop them. You interrupt it at one point to turn me around and they land on my back and bare bottom too, until after a few minutes I am a sodden snowman of pie goo and crust. You seal this by bringing four pies over and planting one on each side of my head, another on top and a fourth in the face, so that my head is totally enveloped in pie. It is dark and silent and I moan into the thick coating of pie crust and goo covering my face, squirming gently. Now I have been comprehensively deluged with pies, utterly destroyed by them, as messy a pie slave as the greediest, horniest audience member could hope for, but of course you are not finished. You are nowhere near finished. I am still squirming slightly and moaning with shame when I feel you unlocking my handcuffs. I am relieved, and then I feel you pressing some kind of rubber kitchen implement into my hand. I shake my head and the pie crusts fall off, and then I use the kitchen tool to start scraping the worst of the pie gunk and gunge off myself. At this point, I have all but gone beyond ordinary shame and humiliation. As soon as I've got the goo off my face and can see, I am aware of the audience watching intently as I clean myself up, ready for the next round. The gunge is splattering off my body as I scrape at it and falling in a thick pool of sludge around my ankles. The more I scrape at myself with the squeegee, the more bare flesh I re-expose and soon I am no longer a blurry white snowman but once again a recognizably pink and naked young man, albeit still a very dirty one, besmeared as I am with streaks of melting whipped cream and bits of porridge and cake batter. It's tangled in my hair and wedged into all the nooks and crannies of my body. When I am at last reasonably myself, you give me the nod and I go to one side to one of the tables, which has by now been emptied of pies and gunge. The other two tables are still heavily laden. This first table, about nine feet long and three feet wide, is on wheels, and I wheel it to a position in front of the wall. It also has tough nylon straps that fasten with velcro, one at each corner. I place this table so that one narrow end is facing the audience, then I lock the wheels and climb onto it and lie down on my back, then I raise my arms so that they are stretched over my head. You come over and fasten each of my wrists into the straps on each side, then you strap my ankles into the other straps. I am now strapped down on the table, flat on my back, my legs forced apart, my arms spreadeagled, utterly exposed and helpless. You invite the audience to gather around and soon they are standing in a circle around the table, looking down at me. "As you can see," you say calmly, "a truly submissive gunge slave makes an excellent centerpiece for an evening's entertainment. I invite you to express yourselves freely in how you choose to decorate him. You may use any of the materials on table two." I look up at the audience which is staring down at me hungrily, and I flush with shame and tremble with a little nervousness and arousal. My cock, which had grown somewhat flaccid from the routine nature of cleaning myself up and moving the table, is now erect again and half the audience can't keep their eyes off it, while the other half is trying not to look at it. It doesn't take a second invitation. Already some of them have gone to table two and returned. A handsome middle-aged woman starts spraying whipped cream over my bare chest and stomach, while a distinguished-looking bearded man with twinkling eyes takes pleasure in slowly pouring a jug of beaten eggs over my crotch and watching the yellow fluid slithering over me while I squirm, whimpering in protest. In a way, I can't believe you are letting them use me like this but I realize that you are in charge and that nothing will happen without your consent. Still, I am in the hands of strangers and although part of me is delighted to be giving them so much pleasure, another part of me is crimson with embarrassment that they are seeing me like this and doing this to me. I am decorated with cherries, more whipped cream, squirted with chocolate sauce. Oil is poured over my crotch after the eggs. The more ornately decorated I become, the more aroused the audience seems to be getting, and one or two of them can't resist stroking me and touching my cock and feeling between my legs, although you invariably murmur a word of mild reproof and they laugh guiltily. The Session They are not touching my face, but my chest and stomach are slowly disappearing under a mound of cake decorations and cherries and sugared sweets and coloured custards. But then the mound starts to lose its integrity and collapse, and as soon as it has slithered off my stomach it's acknowledged that I am now a mess, and I only have time to gasp in protest before the first pie hits my face. I lose count of the number of pies I take. They are simply dumping the contents of table two on me, now, rubbing them in and heaping them on my face until I am lashed to the table but wallowing in an oozing sea of gunge and cream, my head buried beneath a thick heap of gunge. Fingers clear holes for me to breathe but most of the time I am spitting out gunge and gasping for breath through my mouth. And then the deluge stops, but immediately I feel a hand closing around my cock, buried as it is under the mound of gunge on my naked hips, and another hand snaking up inside my thighs and a finger pushing up between my oozing buttocks, and I can only scream a little and beg for mercy as you quickly and efficiently jerk me off, pushing a heavily-lubricated finger up into my arse. "OoOOHH!!! OHHH! Oh God please! OOHHH! OOOOH!" I wail as I feel my orgasm mounting helplessly, my hips jerking as I thrash on the table, and the cum building up in me before shooting out of my cock. This is the second great humiliation you have put me through: you made me cum on the table, your helpless piece of meat, your gunge-covered toyboy. Now I will not even have the excuse that I have not yet cum. If I get aroused again, it will be because I all too obviously crave being used like this. My cum spurts uselessly into the air and probably lands on my belly. I lie, panting, as you let go of my cock and pull your finger out of me. Then there is a pause while you wash your hands and let me come down from the public violation you've just inflicted upon me, and then you untie my bonds and let me sit up. I am given the squeegee and I clean myself up for a second time, then I have to scrape the gunge off the table too, into buckets. The audience takes a breather while I do the cleanup, heaping the gunge into buckets and emptying these into a large container the size of a hip bath. It is lined with fabric. It seems quite appropriate that the slave who is the victim of all the messy punishment should also be the stagehand who does the cleaning up and scene-changing, even if I do it naked and filthy instead of in discreet black clothing. Soon, the container is full to a depth of nearly two feet and I am hot and sweating from the exertion. But there is a last gauntlet I must run before the final humiliation. Filthy, exhausted and naked, I stand to one side and breathe heavily as you gather the audience back. "We have seen how a gungeslave can make an amusing toy for a social get-together, if properly manipulated," you say. "For our finale, I want to show you how to keep a gungeslave in his proper place. For they forget themselves, and they sometimes speak or act at a level above their true stations. When this happens, you have to dominate your slave and show him that he is nothing but your property. This can be painful and must of necessity involve humiliation and degradation for the slave. Alex, stand before the bath." I step up and stand in front of the bath. You go to the final table and take a bucket off it, and without any further ado you hurl the contents at me. It's just cold water. The shock makes me gasp as the water explodes over my naked body, washing off a lot of the smears of gunge. I am now as nearly clean as I've been since the beginning, although dripping wet and shivering. You now tell the audience that they each have the individual responsibility to show me my place. "Alex," you say, "step into the bath." I gingerly step into the bath of filthy mixed gunge, an indistinct sludge of a dull brown colour. Quite a lot of water got into it and it's fairly runny. It comes up to my knees. I am still shivering a little from the cold water dripping off me, but I am mostly pink, naked, clean and wet. You call forward the handsome middle-aged woman from earlier and invite her to take whatever she wants from the table. She smiles at me and takes two pies, and on your instructions walks up to me. "What do you say?" she says, her face shining with perspiration, her evening dress rising and falling, the deep cleavage of her breasts showing as she looks into my eyes. "Please," I say with a dry mouth, "make me into your messy little gunge slave." She pies me in the face and in the crotch, and the pie in the crotch she rubs in sensuously, stroking my cock with her fingers. I can feel how excited she is as the pie in my face is rubbed in too. I know how she would like to have me to herself and do this to me all day long. But she is only the first in a long line. After she has gone, the pies fall off into the horrible soup of gunge that I'm standing in, and I blink, and thereÕs a good-looking older man smiling at me, holding a bucket. "What do you say?" he says. "Please," I gasp, "make me into your messy little gunge slave." He raises the bucket over my head and I look up and moan as the thick chocolate cake batter cascades down over my forehead and covers my face and neck and chest. I wait, docile and obedient, while it oozes down my body and slithers down my cock and plops into the pool of gunge. Then when I can feel that there's no more, I wipe a little from my eyes. There's a young man holding four pies and grinning at me. "Say it," he says. "Please," I mutter, "make me into your messy little gunge sl-" I don't get to finish, because he pies me hard in the face, four times, and with the last one he also smears it over my chest and down to my crotch. The front of me is rapidly becoming filthy once again. The back of my body, however, is fairly clean. I stand and accept it as, one by one, each member of the audience takes it in turn to do something else to me. A cute young woman with full lips gives me a pie sandwich; a respectable-looking man pours yellow cake batter over me; a good-looking woman aged about thirty pies me in the groin and slowly rubs it in until she can feel that I've got aroused again. I am only allowed to do the bare minimum of wiping-off. Bit by bit I am plastered with colourful gunge and the bath is filling up. The contents of table three dwindle until there are only a couple of things left. At this point I am exhausted and the constant pieing in the face means that my eyes are so gummed that I can't really see even if my face is wiped. But I see enough to notice that you have come towards me holding a pie and a jug. You are wearing shorts. The bath is more than half-full and when you order me to kneel, it comes up almost to my waist. I look up at you, docile, through a mask of pie goo and glistening cake batter, and you put the pie and jug aside as you quickly take out your cock and discreetly put a condom on. Then, you take my head in your hands and push your cock into my mouth. I close my eyes and moan as I suck you, and I feel you pumping into my face, and then I feel the pie descend down onto my eyes and you push my face into the lower part of your belly, smearing the pie gunge into my eyes. Blinded, I grasp the sides of the bath and suck and lick you eagerly. Then I feel the chocolate cake batter oozing down my forehead and I moan thickly. You are still fucking my face and telling the audience how the final domination of the gunge slave was the most extreme. You tell them how I discovered my love of being gunged through my relationship with my former master. You tell them how I broke up with him and resumed my privacy and went back to having relationships with women, and then you tell them how I could no longer deny my need to be messily humiliated by men in public. The sight of me on my knees, sucking you off, tells them everything they need to know. And then you pull out of my mouth and I feel you moving behind me and, blinded and breathless, I fill my lungs with air. You take my hands off the sides of the bath and thrust them under the surface so I'm on all fours. "Oh no," I cry, "don't, please, no, don't fuck me, don't fuck me, pleeease!" And then, the finale: you thrust my head beneath the surface so that I am on all fours up to the base of my neck. You are mounting my hips and I feel your cock pushing between my slippery buttocks and I give a helpless, muffled scream as you slowly force me open, the thick prong of your penis pushing open my anus, and then you slither up inside me and I give another bubbling scream as you begin to sodomise me, on my knees before you in the tank of sludge, breathing, just my naked shoulders and hips and arse and thighs showing above the surface as you fuck your hapless gunge slave in his boy-cunt. It is the ultimate degradation of me and when you have come in me, making me come too, shooting my cum into the filthy sludge, you pull out and shove me so that I sink beneath the surface of the sludge. You get out of the bath and push it over, so that the contents are dumped on the concrete floor -- gallons of sludge and muck, and my naked body. I have swallowed a good deal of the sludge, but a lot more is in my mouth, and I haplessly spit it out. I feel you screwing a butt plug into my arse, just to seal my humiliation. I moan weakly, but am too exhausted to resist. I just lie prone, face down in the pool of gunge, a nude and filth-covered young man, my cock still dribbling semen into the gunge beneath me. I know that up there the audience are filing past, leaving the space, and staring at me in wonder. Some of them are filling out forms saying what they would like to be done to me in the future. But for now I am a spent rag, a used-up, utterly humiliated victim. The Session As he entered for his appointment, she caught a whiff of his cologne. A slightly woodsy smell- on him it excited her greatly. He paid for the session and proceeded to undress. She always enjoyed this part, as he usually had some sexy or funny g-string or thing on. As he removed his pants, she saw it. That perfect ass. She HAD to go up and caress it, then bend down and kiss it. She started growing wet seeing how tight and muscular it was. He enjoyed her caresses, and kisses. She always excited him greatly. Here she was, the most sexy and beautiful women he knew, and she was right next to him. His blood started to flow and his cock grew slightly. Her attention would bring it to full size, and he was in no hurry. She waited until he turned around to see what surprise he brought this time. As he did, she saw something hanging but could not see what it was. She bent down and saw it, and giggled. He had produced another pair that said "this is going to be a fun session" as always. She walked up and caressed him, she always enjoyed touching him. They both trusted each other- without fail. She knew he would NEVER hurt or deceive her. They smiled and kissed and he went to lay down. She looked over his body as she lightly caressed him from heels up his leg, stopping at that ass for a while to admire it, and proceeded along his side until she reached his neck. She lay on him and their bodies moulded into one. They both loved being against each other. He enjoyed every minute she was near, and loved the feeling of her body against his. She lightly kissed him on his neck and ear, and licked and sucked on his earlobe. He felt his cock growing between his legs, pointing to the bottom of the table. She kissed her was down his body as she ended at the foot of the table. As she oiled her hands, and placed them on his legs, he moved slightly, enjoying her every touch. she massaged him, first from one side, then the other. They both enjoyed this time, and the warmth of their bodies flowed from one to the other. She occasionally teased and played with his cock and balls, making him hard, then backing off. "I am going to tease him more than normal today" she was thinking. He was loving very touch, every caress, every tease. His cock would get hard, then soften. He loved how she did this to him. He noticed a slight break while he was laying there. But he trusted her. He felt her climb on the table between his legs, and felt her settle near the end. Then the caressing started again. But there was something different this time. It took him a second, then he realized it was her bare leg sliding up and down his leg. He loved the silky feeling of her skin. It was soft and smooth. He never felt such sexy skin before, in all his travels. He smiled and went with the events happening, as he trusted her to make this enjoyable. Then he felt both her legs slide up his as she settled in with her sitting on his ass as she rubbed his back and shoulders. He felt some wetness and realized it was her juices. She was nude and he loved it. She had no problem with it as she knew he would not do anything she wanted as he respected her greatly, so she enjoyed the feeling of her lips against his ass. She noticed the wetness between her legs, and how his body relaxed and warmed when he felt her skin. She worked his back and shoulders and felt total release of all tension from him. As she finished his back side, she slid down and grabbed his cock and tugged a few times to check how hard he was. She smiled and thought to herself "he is going to explode". She told him to flip, and he did, and kept his eyes closed. He wanted to see her but also wanted to see how this would progress. She was at the end of the table and started on his feet and legs. she picked up one foot and started licking and sucking on the toes. He loved this, and smiled. As she finished his legs, she walked to the top part of the table and lightly ran her fingertips along his body and he moved towards his head. She noticed his cock twitch as she was close to it, and she smiled. She reached to top of the table, and placed both hands with oil on his shoulders and started rubbing his chest. His breathing slowed as he always enjoyed every touch from her. She would lean down, and place a breast next to his mouth and he would reach over and lick and suck on those full and erect nipples. She would moan when he did this, and she could feel herself getting wetter. She loved what his mouth did to her, and although she wanted more, she had him stop. She gauged the room near his head, and climbed on the table, a leg on either side of his head. He could smell her wetness and it smelt like heaven. He wanted to dive in and lick, but he did not want to do anything she did not want. She massaged down to his hips and at times, her lips were inches away. All he had to do was lift his head and he could lick up and down those glorious, wet lips. Even in the darkness he can see how wet she was. She noticed his cock was harder now, but not up to full potential. She massaged around it, and occasionally bent down and gave it licks and touches, and even taking it in her mouth once or twice. Just enough to make it full mast. He was keeping his breathing regular, although it was getting harder to do so. She got a devious smile, and placed her crotch on his mouth. He licked for a bit, and although she wanted more, she lifted back up, teasing them both. He smiled- as always she tasted like the nectar of the Gods, and he loved it. She climbed back off the table and walked to the area near his feet. She climbed back up, and slowly licked, caressed and slid up his body. He was hard as a rock, and she was so wet she was dripping. She moved up his body, and straddled his hips. She knew this was safe as he would not do anything she wanted him not to do. She was safe. He felt her wetness on his cock. She settled in with the wet lips on around his cock, but not with him entering her. She slid her lips up and down by moving her hips and painted his cock with her wetness. No words were spoken and they stared into each other eyes. Smiles were on both their faces. He could feel the wetness from her running down his cock and balls. She kept up the pace and she noticed he was close. She would not stop until he came like a gusher. His body tensed, and she felt his cock swell and she knew it was coming. She was close too and he had not entered her at all. She felt the heat from his cock on her lips and the slickness made her even wetter. He tensed up and she did not stop. The first shot went over his head. He was experiencing one of the strongest orgasms he even had. She milked his cock for all it was worth. She could feel the combination of their juices and she started to come. She used his cock as a toy and rode him until she was done. She fell onto him and they were both panting. WOW!! They both said at the same time. He wrapped his arms around her and held her until they both recuperated. She climbed off and was weak kneed, and he held her up. He would never let her fall or hurt herself. The kissed a very passionate kiss, and smile...and both thought of what the next session would hold...