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Mistress T

By: StrongMaster7



It was quite a few years ago that a friend of mine introduced me to a website that publishes the erotic photos of contributing subscribers. Generally, it's men taking pictures of their wives or girlfriends. The website has a free area that has r-rated pics and a pay area for the more explicit photos. I started subscribing shortly thereafter and enjoyed seeing the 'girl next door' and the 'soccer moms' and even the 'sexy senior citizens'. Many of these ladies were shown in all their glory, others had their faces blurred for privacy. After a few months of starting my day with a look at all the lovelies, I found I had a few favorites. Then one day I saw a contribution of pictures from someone called Mistress T. 

She is an attractive lady in her early to mid 40's. She is slim and toned. She has short brown hair and a very pretty face. She wears smart, classy outfits and could be an executive, teacher, or any other professional woman that you might meet any day. But there is something different about Mistress T. I can still see the picture that caught my eye that day. It was taken from above, looking down. Mistress T had most of a big cock in her mouth. Her lips were opened as if she was trying to take in more of the shaft. But what stunned me were her eyes. She had the hungriest, lustiest most sexually charged look in her eyes I have ever seen. She seemed to be expressing an unquenchable need for sex. If was as if she was only just barely getting what she needed, even as she was straining to swallow all that meat. She wanted so much more, her eyes seemed to say. And I was hooked. Out of hundreds, if not thousands, of pictures of all kinds of women doing all kinds of things, this one grabbed me by the balls and wouldn't let go. 

Who was this smoldering vixen? How could she possibly be this hot? Surely, she must be a call girl or professional dominatrix or escort. Or porn star. Like most men, when I see a woman for the first time, I involuntarily rate her looks and decide if she is 'do-able'. And, truth be told, many of us perfectly normal average everyday guys go a bit further and decide what we'd like to 'do' with each new lady we meet. Who hasn't thought about taking that shapely secretary from behind or enjoying that neighbor lady's pouting lips on your cock? My mind ran wild as I put my fantasy image of Mistress T into every sexual scenario I could think of. And that might have been as far as it went. After all, I had seen hot ladies before. (Did I mention that Mistress T has pierced nipples and a ring through her clit hood?) 

But as I scanned through the pictures, I saw Mistress T actually doing the kinds of things I didn't imagine such a normal classy-looking lady would even know about, much less enjoy with obvious gusto. One showed her on her kitchen counter, legs akimbo, a stream of pee arcing out onto the floor. The next was the same but a well-built man was kneeling in front of Mistress T accepting the stream in his mouth! The next showed Mistress T wearing a purple strap-on dildo, eight inches long. And the next showed her behind the man, the toy buried in his asshole. Each picture was more extreme than the last. And in every one, those eyes projected such pure lust, such confidence and hunger and power. It was almost frightening. Man-eater, I thought. As I looked over the pictures, I saw this gorgeous creature in sexy leather bras and fetish-wear. She brandished a cat-o-nine-tails, and a paddle. She controlled her slave, who turned out to be her husband, by slapping his ass or twisting his balls or the cockring she makes him wear. 

The fantasies I had imposed on my image of Mistress T actually paled in comparison to reality! I hadn't dared to think that this lady, who you might sit next to at a PTA meeting, was a hardcore dominatrix into BDSM, watersports, and who knows what else? I spent what felt like hours gazing at the pictures of this awesome woman. I looked at the bottom of the web page and clicked on the button to leave a comment. Naturally, I wasn't the first to want to tell this lady how hot she was. But at the bottom of the long list of commenters, I wrote a few lines telling her how incredible I thought she was and how much sexier I found her than even the younger ladies that got a lot of attention on the website. I hoped that she would post more pictures some day. I didn't expect I'd ever actually hear from her. After all, super-hot sexual dynamo women are as rare as hen's teeth and horny middle-aged married men are a dime a dozen. I can't say I forgot all about Mistress T after seeing those first pictures. I looked in vain at each day's new pictures on the website, but weeks passed without another 'fix'. 

Then, out of the clear blue sky, an email arrived from Mistress T. My heart was pounding as if she had come to my door! She thanked me sweetly said that she was just a woman with a real life and responsibilities, not some sex goddess. She said she enjoyed having her fun, when she could, and would be having more in the future. She attached several new pictures to her email. The first was a close-up shot of her pretty face, looking right at the camera, those eyes blazing, with globs of thick white cum all over her lips and chin. My cock stiffened in seconds. The next picture showed Mistress T from behind, wearing her strap-on dildo, shoving it into the pussy of a woman bent over in front of her. Mistress T's firm, round asscheeks looked so fine. And I could imagine her perfect breasts, with those prominent nipples, each sporting a small gold ring, moving as she fucked her lady-friend doggie-style. The last pic was another close-up. It showed Mistress T in profile straining to engulf a huge black cock. Her neck muscles flexed, her mouth was agape around the thick shaft, and her lips seemed to be curled as if trying to reach out to force more black cock into her throat. Her face was slightly red as she strained and exerted herself as if possessed. And her eyes. Her eyes were glazed with lust, like a bitch in heat. 

In less than the time it takes to describe it, I had my wildest sexual dreams exceeded fifty times over! My exotic fantasy woman was bisexual! Or at least she fucked women. And she was a swinger! Or at least had sex with other guys besides her husband. And black guys! This was a woman like none I have ever met. I was so hard, I had to get off. I saved the pictures to my hard drive and displayed them all and slowly jerked myself off to a huge climax. The three-times-a-month five-minute missionary fuck my wife allowed me seemed sad by comparison to masturbation, when it was inspired by this real-life nympho. 

I immediately began a reply email. I tried not to sound like a smitten teenager, but I know it came off like fan letter, which it was, I guess. I told her how I could only dream of the things she did in those pictures. I told her how beautiful I thought she was and how lucky her husband was. I asked her about him being her slave, and how they met others to swing with. I had so much curiosity about this incredible woman. I thanked her for the pictures. I told her how unsatisfying my own sexlife was. How I dreamed of doing the things she did. How I dreamed of even watching a woman like her in action. How she was so much sexier than 99% of the strippers and porn stars out there. Those women don't do sexy things out of lust. Half the time you can tell how bored they are. But Mistress T was the real deal and I told her how rare I thought that was. 

Then I had a crazy idea. I took a couple of pictures of myself with the digital camera and attached them to the email. I'm no Brad Pitt and I'm no John Holmes, but I just felt like her having my image would somehow make us closer. 

A few days later, I had another email from my dreamgirl. She complimented my pictures, thanked me for my praise modestly and then asked me what I was into. I immediately started another email. I told her about my infrequent, boring, unsatisfying sexlife. I told her about my younger days in college and the girls I dated then and what we did. I felt like a novice talking to an expert. Again, I attached a couple of pictures of myself, this time nude. I don't know why I was trying to scare her away with my average-ness. But a few days later, I got another reply from her. 

She again complimented me. Now I know the black guy's cock I had seen in the pic must have been twice as big as I am, but she said how she would love to "see me in action". And she told me she got off reading about my youthful exploits! She mentioned my pussy-eating and rimming as being exciting to her. I was ready to explode as I read her words. Then came words that changed my life. 

"If you are ever in my part of the country, let me know. I would enjoy helping you live out your fantasies while my slave hubby watches." 

There it was. An invitation to heaven. Mistress T had told me she lived near a large city that I sometimes traveled to on business. This could actually happen. It started to sink in. In the period of a few weeks, I had gone from being one of thousands of guys who had seen the hot pics of this remarkable woman, to being invited to have sex with her! I was shaking at the thought. There had to be something wrong with this. I ran through the facts in my head. Mistress T certainly seemed to be for real. Her husband obviously knew all about this. She has seen what I look like and still seems interested. 

I tried to be cool about it, but that night I looked through all the pictures I had saved of Mistress T and slowly stroked myself. I imagined those eyes looking up at me as she swallowed my cock. I imagined going down on her shaved pussy and flicking that ring with my tongue. And I came in torrents. How would that wad look splattered across her pretty smiling face? Maybe I would get a chance to find out. 

I tried not to seem too eager. I waited until I got my travel schedule from work. I had a trip to Mistress T's city in a month. I wrote her another email, mentioning when I would be nearby, in case she was interested. I wrote more about one particular old girlfriend I had years ago who had very large tits and liked me to eat my cum out of her snatch after we fucked. I guess I hit a nerve. The next day I got an email from Mistress T inviting me to stay with her and her "slave hubby" while I was in town. She went on and on about her preference for busty women and how hot she thought it was that I would eat my cum out of a pussy. Imagine, Mistress T thought something I had done was hot! 

The next month flew by. Soon I found myself checking into the hotel where I always stayed in that city. I didn't unpack; I just wanted to have the paperwork saying I had stayed there. And the room might come in handy. I followed her directions and as evening fell, I pulled my rental car into the driveway of a very nice home in a very nice suburb, not ten minutes from my hotel. This was the place. I was so nervous and excited as I rang the doorbell.

I was greeted by a handsome man, Dan, in his mid-40s. He smiled, shook my hand and welcomed me by name into the home. As we made small-talk, I looked around what was a beautifully furnished upper-middle class home. I guess I was expecting to see sex toys and whips lying around, but it was just a lovely home. He and I talked about business and travel and gradually got around to talking about Mistress T. She was due back at any time. She was dropping their kids off at friends' for the weekend. It was Friday afternoon. I had flown out early to save on the plane fare and to give myself extra time with Mistress T. I told Dan how blown away I was by all that had brought me to this point. He didn't seem to want to talk about the sex. The one thing he told me, as we heard a car pull into the garage, was that Terri (Mistress T) was the boss. What she says goes. I should do anything she tells me to. He said I could be as rough as I wanted as long as I didn't harm Terri. It sounded reasonable enough. 

A sweet voice called out, "Do we have company?" from the direction of the garage and in walked the woman of my dreams, looking every bit the proper up-scale suburban housewife. She was much softer-looking in person than she had been in the pictures. She greeted me warmly with a soft handshake and offered me a drink. She told Dan to open a bottle of wine, which he did. I noticed that he did the serving as she and I sat and talked. Terri was a gracious, happy woman who made me feel at home. She complimented me on my physique, my clothes, my writing. She seemed to be genuinely impressed by me. Considering this goddess could have any man she wanted, I was totally smitten. Terri gradually moved closer to me on the leather sofa as we enjoyed the wine. Dan served us little snacks and it started to occur to me that their dom/sub relationship was a 24/7 thing, at least in subtle ways. Terri asked about my family and my wife. She didn't suggest a bunch of tricks to get my wife to thaw out. She respected that I had stayed married for nearly 20 years and was a good father. Then she asked me to kiss her. I leaned toward her felt electricity when our lips met. She was affectionate and passionate and we kissed and began to pet right there as Dan watched quietly. As incredible as the whole scene was, it seemed somehow natural. 

"Is the playroom prepared?" Terri asked Dan. 

"Yes, Mistress T," he replied instantly. 

"I'll join you down there in a minute," Terri said to me. "Take him to the playroom and prepare yourself." And she gave me a peck and walked back into the house humming a tune to herself. Terri has turned into Mistress T, I thought. 

Dan led me down to the finished basement which must serve as the kid's rumpus room. He unlocked a door and showed me the 'adult rumpus room'. My jaw must have dropped because I had never seen anything like this before. The large room was a cross between a dungeon, a sex toy warehouse, a bedroom and a den. Along one wall stretched a sectional leather sofa, over which hung a huge mirror. On the wall across from that was a large cabinet with glass doors. It held every kind of dildo, vibrator, butt plug, lube, cuff, rope, restraint, whip, paddle, blindfold, gag I had ever seen, plus a ton of things I could not identify. In the corner, hung from the ceiling was a sling/chair or some sort. Along the other wall were spreader bars affixed to the wall. There were other chairs and cushions and a closet that held....I couldn't even imagine. On another wall was a plasma screen. As I walked around looking at everything, Dan began to undress. I was a little uneasy, but he didn't look at me. He carefully folded his clothes and ended up nude. He walked to the cabinet and took out a black leather mask. He slipped it on and zippered it tight. He moved to the far corner of the room and just stood there, head bowed. I guessed he was 'preparing himself', as he had been instructed. 

I was about to take a seat on the sofa when Mistress T walked in. In place of the conservative silk blouse and skirt she had worn as she left us upstairs, she now wore black patent leather spike heels, black stockings and a black suspender belt. This was the Mistress T from those pictures.

It really took a minute to comprehend what was happening. Mistress T looked like a vision. For all my long-suppressed need and desire, I hesitated. Was this man, standing in the corner, going to let me, a stranger, have sex, wild kinky sex, with his beautiful wife, the mother of his children, right in front of him? Was this gorgeous, sexy, woman, who had literally stepped out of my fantasies, going to let me touch her, make love to her, use her like whore? The first 45 years of my life hadn't been anything like this. 

Maybe she sensed my reluctance. Or maybe she felt I needed a little encouragement. Mistress T stood right over me as I sat on the sofa. "I want you to do whatever you want, whatever you have dreamed of, whatever you have thought of while jerking off to my pictures. You can do anything you want with me. I won't say no. I want to do whatever you want. I get off on giving a man everything he wants." As she spoke, Mistress T straddled me, actually kneeling on the sofa facing me. I tried to take it all in. I wasn't prepared for the sight of this woman up close. Her face, those eyes, inches from me. That tight body, those gorgeous tits with those incredible pierced nipples were close enough to lean forward and suck. And that shaved pussy, the ring hanging from the top, was practically on top of my cock, which was making my pants very tight. 

In spite of all the extreme, wild, kinky, S&M stuff that was rushing through my mind, I instinctively reached out with two hands to hold her beautiful face and kiss her mouth with all the passion and heat and desire I had held inside since my wife shut down on me. Her mouth was warm and yielding, but far from passive. Her lips seemed to consume mine. Her tongue was probing, tickling and tasting. My arms wrapped around her and she turned and lay back. I unbuttoned my shirt and lay on top of her. We kissed deeper and the passion rose. Her hands ripped at my clothes. My hands roamed her body. I cupped and squeezed her fine firm tits. Her nipples were rock-hard and she responded to my gentle twist of one nipple ring by pulling and twisting the other almost violently. I reached lower and found her toned, strong legs spread. I caressed her thighs, enjoying the smooth warmth and then found her hot, wet pussy waiting. Mistress T's body spasmed at my touch of her sensitive lips. I carefully slid my middle finger inside her pussy and pumped it slowly. Then I brought it to my lips. Mistress T seized my wrist and brought my hand to her mouth and sucked her juices from my finger. She grasped my index finger and squeezed it against my middle finger and then grabbing my wrist, directed the two fingers back inside her volcanic pussy. She pumped my hand like a dildo. I could feel her trying to jam it in harder and faster. Then she pulled it out and moved it up to my mouth for me to suck her wetness off. 

"Use me, baby. I'm your whore tonight, your cockwhore. There is nothing I will not gladly do for you. Be as nasty as you like. Hurt me. Slap me. Make me feel it all. I'm your fuckpig, your cumslut. You know I mean it. Now do it."

What do you do when you suddenly get exactly what you've always wanted? My mind went blank, then every erotic image I have ever seen and how they made me feel came flooding back to me. Like a movie it played in my mind. Seeing my teenage sister and her friend in their underwear once. Looking up my cute young Spanish teacher's dress on the stairs. Those Playboy and Penthouse mags I had 'gone steady with' for years. My first real kiss. That drunk chick at the frat party. Those porno tapes I used to hide from my wife. It was time to live the dream.

I stood up and stripped off my shoes, pants, underwear and sox. I was half-hard. I looked up to see Mistress T stretching out on a large round bed across the room. I walked over and said, "Suck my cock, baby. Get me nice and hard." I reached down as she moved to kneel at the edge of the bed. I toyed with her nipple rings as she took my cock in her hand and guided it to her mouth. 

"No hands, Mistress," I chided. I twisted one nipple ring all the way around. I saw Mistress T wince a little and I immediately twisted the other ring the other way until I saw her react. She smiled just a little as she maneuvered her mouth to capture my cockhead and begin to suck it like her life depended on it. Her tongue swirled, her lips gobbled, her cheeks hollowed and puffed as she worked my cock like no one ever has. She moaned and hummed and whispered unintelligible nothings as she made love to my cock. She really did seem to be getting off on sucking me. She squirmed and touched her pussy as she blew me expertly. I could hear the wetness of her cunt already. 


Mistress T



"Get your fingers all wet with your cunt juices, Mistress. Rub your pussy juice on my cock." I loved talking so dirty to such a beautiful woman. And she reacted to each word. She obeyed my command. The scent of her aroused cunt wafted through the air. 

She coated my cock in her wetness and then gobbled me down to the root. 

"You like so eat your cunt slime off my dick?" I held her head down. She gurgled some reply. I held her head so she couldn't move. She gagged and I released her head. She pulled off, choking, took a breath and plunged down on it again. She gulped and pumped her mouth on my now rock-hard cock. Her spit drooled down my balls to my asshole.

"Look at the fucking mess you are making all over me. Clean this shit up." I lay on the bed and raised my legs up like a baby to be diapered. Mistress T looked directly in my eyes and never looked away as she moved, snake-like. She slithered up my body and began licking my balls and sucking each one carefully. She wiped her face with them. She pushed my legs up and started to lick my asshole. 

"Yes, Mistress T, lick my shithole. My fine whore. Eat my ass. Jam your tongue in that nasty hole. Fuck my ass with your tongue. Deep, damn it."

A gleeful smile stole over Terri's beautiful face for a moment. Then she dived down onto my ass. I couldn't see, but I could feel her tongue way up my ass. She twisted and pumped and flicked it. I could feel it inside my cock. I know it sounds crazy. But her tongue up my ass seemed to be stimulating my cock from within. I could feel my nut rising just as if I was fucking her. My cock was so hard I thought it would split. I needed her cunt now.

"Get your cunt on this cock now!" I shouted. 

"Oh yes. Yes, my cunt is so hungry for your meat. Your asshole felt and tasted incredible. You have to let me eat it later."

She was impaling herself on my cock, facing me. And she rode it. Not like the women I've has who straddle you and expect you to 'fuck up' at them. She rose up and down and twisted and pumped and screwed like an animal. This gorgeous woman was made to fuck. Her hips twisted and undulated. I could feel her pussy muscles like hands squeezing and rippling over my cock. She could grip it so tight I could not have pulled out if I had tried. 

"Do you mind if I come, baby?" she whispered almost sheepishly. She smiled at me. She had wanted to make it about my pleasure, but seemed to be having a good deal herself.

"Come on my cock, bitch. Fuck your slimy cunt raw on my cock. Pump that meat up in yourself deep. Come like a fucking cockslut."

Mistress T suddenly shrieked. Her arms shot out behind her as she lunged backwards. Then she sat up and I thought she was going to rip those nipple rings out! Then she hunkered down on my cock and just started grinding and screaming.

"Fuck. Shit. Your god damn cock is so stiff! I want to devour it with my pussy, baby. Jam it hard. Stuff me."

She shuddered and then almost collapsed. I rolled her onto her back and climbed on. I pumped my cock into her and fucked her with the deliberate pace of a marathoner. I looked into her eyes and she was fixed on mine. I fucked that bitch like I'd never get another piece of ass. 

"Don't stop," she pleaded.

"No fucking chance," I snarled. "Take it like the cockslut you are. Get fucked like a whore. This is the stroke I used when I jerked off to your pictures."

I pumped in hard and deep. Mistress T's eyes rolled back in her head and she came again. 

"You know how many men jack their cocks to your pictures. They see you acting like a fucking cunt and they shoot their cum wishing they could fuck a hot whore like you."

She was in another world. I didn't even know if she could hear me any more. Her pussy seemed to have become liquid. I pulled out and saw how her lips had swollen and now gaped lewdly open. I rolled her over roughly, lifting her hips a little.

"I'm gonna jam my cock up your tight shitter now, sweetie. Brace yourself." I felt my lip curl into a sneer. I pushed my cockhead against her asshole, lubed as it was by her dripping cunt. And I jammed every inch I had as far up her ass as hard as I could. She screamed into the mattress. Again and again. I was insane with lust. I fucked her asshole mercilessly. I roughly jerked her hips up and down my meat. I slapped and spanked her fine rounded asscheeks until welts formed. 

We spat obscenities at each other without meaning. It only made the atmosphere more erotically charged. I felt my nut overcome me. I felt all my energy driving to split this glorious woman in two, right at the asshole. I roared as slammed her flat against the bed as my cumload exploded into her ass. I pumped her harder and bounced her off the mattress. I pumped until the sensations overloaded my mind and I couldn't control myself enough to pump any more. 

After a few moments, I was overcome by dread. Surely I had gone too far. The slapping. The language. How could I have gotten so out of control? Then I looked down at Mistress T. 

She looked back over her shoulder at me. 

"Nice going, tiger. Whew! So that's what twenty years of frustration feels like. This is going to be a great weekend." She looked over at her slave hubby. "Watch this," she said casually.

She roughly threw a leather leash around Dan's neck. She jerked him to the ground and then squatted over his masked face. She looked up at me and smiled that devilish smile. Then she looked down at Dan and unzipped the zipper over his mouth. 

"Open," she commanded in an even tone. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out.

Mistress T positioned herself over him and then seemed to pause. I saw her anus bulge outward slightly and then the huge load of cum I had just irrigated her ass with came dripping out. And with it traces of her scat. It dripped down onto Dan's tongue and he lapped it up as if it was honey. She strained to pump out the last of it, and then lowered onto his tongue. He licked her asshole clean. 

Mistress T stood and walked back over to me. She curled up in my arms and said, "What fantasy would you like to live out next?"



Mistress Takes a New Slave



"Down."

I dropped to my knees as quickly as possible and lowered my forehead to the floor as my mistress had taught me; I felt the leather hood that was fit snuggly over my face and head touch the hard wood floor below. My motions were made more difficult by the fact that my hands were firmly fixed in cuffs that were secured behind my back and clipped in the wide leather belt that encircled my waist, but I moved as quickly as I could so as to not disappoint my mistress.

"Wow," I heard a woman's voice say, "Does he always do exactly what you tell him to do?"

"Well, he isn't quite there yet," I heard my mistress say, "His training has only been going on for two weeks now and he still isn't as submissive as he is going to be. But don't worry we'll get there. Isn't that right, slave?"

I answered positively as best I could, but between the tight fitting hood and the ball stuffed into my mouth my "Yes Mistress" response sounded more like a "yuth mithreth."

The crowd of woman around me laughed together at my fumbled attempt at an answer. I wasn't sure how many of them were there, but from what I could hear it sounded like there were at least five standing in a circle around me.

"Do you always keep him in that mask?" I heard a different woman ask.

"Oh, you mean the bondage mask?" My mistress answered. "Yes, I like to train my slaves with that over their faces. It reminds them that they have no identity left anymore. Whatever they were before doesn't matter now - all they are now is a slave. But that's just what you were meant to be, isn't it slave?"

Again I tried to answer positively and again the woman laughed at my inability.

"And what is that thing that's attached to his cock?" The first woman's voice asked again. I thought that I recognized her voice but I couldn't be sure.

"That's his chastity device." Mistress told her. "I like to make sure my slave's know that I control everything about them - even their erections. I had him lock in on himself when he was soft and now he can't get hard unless I decide to take it off him. He knows that the only way he will ever feel any pleasure again is if he pleases me and I decide that he deserves a reward."

I heard a soft jingle.

"See right here?" My mistress continued. "This is the only key that will work in the lock for his chastity device. I keep it right here around my neck all the time. It's just a reminder to him of the power I hold over him. So close...and yet so far."

"But with that on him how do you fuck him?" I heard a different woman ask. "I know my boyfriend would go wild with lust if he didn't get fucked at least once a day."

"Fuck this slave?" My mistress said with a laugh. "That's a good one. No, I would never consider fucking this pathetic slave. And maybe your boyfriend just hasn't had the right kind of training yet. If this slave has been good and obedient for long enough...and I'm in a good mood I might allow him to jerk off. But he hasn't been that lucky in...well, what has it been slave? Two weeks now?"

I answered, "yes mistress," as best I could.

"I find the longer that he goes without coming the more desperate and the more committed to me he becomes. We'll have to see," My mistress said as she patted my hooded head, "I might never let him come again...and he definitely isn't coming anytime soon."

The humiliation I felt was overwhelming. I was kneeling facedown on the floor and I was completely naked except for the hood over my head and the strap wrapped around my waist. My hands were in cuffs behind my back were and further secured in place as they were attached to the wide leather strap. Around my ankles was another set of cuffs waiting to be attached to whatever it was that my mistress decided. I felt an ache in my jaw from the ball gag pressed in my mouth and the pressure on my cock from the plastic cage that it was trapped in was a constant reminder of my predicament...and my mistress' power over me.

And now, just when I thought I couldn't be reduced any further, my mistress was idly considering whether or not I would ever get to come again while a room full of woman watched me.

I couldn't believe that this is how I found myself...but I knew that I was the only one to blame.

TWO WEEKS EARLIER

I sat in the back row of my human sexuality class and waited for Professor Cooper to return our tests. I had only taken this class because I was in my last semester of college and I assumed that this would be an easy A. But now here I was with only a few weeks left and I was in danger of failing the class. I couldn't believe that I was in danger of failing to graduate because of this one stupid class.

I watched as Professor Cooper made her way around the class handing back the tests. I had to admit though, if there was one thing that made this worthwhile, it was the teacher. She was probably about 35 with a long athletic body that looked like it had been sculpted from many hours at the gym. The only part of her that wasn't long and graceful were her breasts; they were round and full and sat up so nice and perky on her chest. Somehow the fact that she always wore a conservative outfit in class, usually with a blazer buttoned over the top of her tits, made her even hotter. I found myself continuously day dreaming about what she must have looked like when she wasn't dressed for work. 

My daydream was cut short though when she got to my desk and dropped off my test. "F" was written in red and circled at the top. Professor Cooper gave me a stern and a disappointed nod of her head as she moved on to the next person in line.

F! I couldn't believe it! I knew that with this grade there was no way that I was going to be able to get my grade up to be able to pass in the few weeks that I had left. I couldn't imagine the thought of taking a class in summer school just because I couldn't pass this one joke of a class.

"Alright class," Professor said from the front of the class, "Congratulations to all of you who did well on your tests. For those of you who didn't do well you still have a few weeks before the end of the semester to improve your grades."

I thought that she shot me a glance as she said this but I wasn't sure.

"Have a nice afternoon and I'll see all of you next class."

The class stood up to leave but I waited a few moments as everyone cleared out of the room.

"Professor Cooper?" I said timidly as I approached her desk at the front of the room. She had been organizing her papers but stopped and looked up when I said her name.

"I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute. I didn't do very well on the test and I'm worried about not being able to pass your class. I'm set to graduate this semester but it could be difficult if I'm not able to get my grade up."

"I'm sorry about your condition, Steve, but I really had no choice. When I graded your test it was almost like you hadn't been paying attention in class at all. I know that I told everyone that there was still time to get their grades up, but for you I'm not so sure. You're very far behind and I don't see how you can improve enough with only a few weeks left to get a passing grade."

She went back to picking up her things but I interrupted her again.

"Is there any extra credit that I can do? I'm really desperate, this would be the only class that I would have ever failed."

Again she stopped what she was doing and looked at me. This time she took a minute before she said anything. I felt very small as she took me in, but finally she broke the silence and said,

"You're desperate to pass this class?"

"Yes," I told her. "I really want to graduate on time and this could slow that up. I'll do any extra credit that you want me to do."

"We'll see." She said as she turned away from me and picked up her bag. "Come by my office at 4 o'clock this afternoon. I have an extra credit assignment for you. If you can pass that...who knows? You might be able to graduate on time."

She walked out the door and left me standing alone in the classroom.

I smiled to myself. 

"This is perfect," I thought, "I do the extra credit and pass this class no problem. Plus, I get to spend some time after hours with the smoking hot professor. Things are going smoothly after all."

I had no idea what I was getting myself into.



Mistress Takes a New Slave Pt. 02



I arrived at Professor Cooper's office promptly at 4 as she had requested. Her office door was open when I got there so I knocked on it lightly as I poked my head in.

"Professor?" I asked.

"Yes, come in, Steve." She said from behind her desk. "Shut the door behind you and please a take a seat."

I shut the door and nervously sat down on the chair in front of her desk. She looked at me for a moment without saying anything, and then said,

"So in class today you told me that you were desperate to pass my class and that you would like to do some extra credit. Is that still the case?"

"It is," I told her. "I really need to pass this class, otherwise I might not be able to graduate on time."

"Well right now you really have no hope of passing my class. If I were to give to give you a passing grade you extra credit would have to be quite...strenuous."

"That's fine," I assured her, "I don't mind doing the extra work. I just really want to pass." Something about the way that she said the word "Strenuous" sounded strange to me but I didn't pay it any mind.

"Well, we'll see if you can manage what I have in mind." She leaned back in her chair and unbuttoned the blazer that she was wearing. I tried my best to keep my eyes off of her perfect tits which were now straining to pop out of her tight fitting white shirt.

"There is only one section left in my class, Steven, do you know what that chapter is on?"

"I'm sorry, no I don't." I told her.

"Well I guess that's to be expected, anyone who has grades as poor as yours couldn't be expected to look at the syllabus. The last section in my class is on female domination in sexual relationships."

"Oh, ok." I said.

"You seem surprised, but after all this is a class in human sexuality and female domination is a part of that. It also happens to be my favorite subject that we cover in this course which is why I always save it for last."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat for a minute as I waited for her to go on. She focused her eyes intently on mine and I found it uncomfortable to meet her gaze despite her obvious beauty.

"Are you familiar with that subject matter at all, Steven?"

"No, I'm not." I told her.

"Well you are going to need to learn it, one way or another. So you have a choice - you can finish the class like a normal student, in which case you will fail the course and not be able to graduate on time, or you can perform extra credit for me after hours. Do you know what you would like to do?"

"Yes, Professor, I would like to do the extra credit. I really want to pass this class and I'm willing to do what you need me to do."

"Well that's good Steven, I think that you are making the right choice."

She opened up one of her dress drawers and took out black velvet bag and she placed on the desk in between us. The bag made a slight thumping sound as she put it down. I wondered what was inside it, and why she had taken it out now, but she made no effort to satisfy my curiosity.

"Your extra credit will begin tomorrow morning, Steven. Be at my house at 9 o'clock in the morning. Tomorrow is Saturday so plan on spending the full day with me; we have a lot of work to do."

"Sounds great," I told her, "I'm looking forward to it. And thanks again for giving me this opportunity."

I started to get up but before I could she stopped me.

"Don't thank me yet, Steve. Lets see how you do with your extra credit assignments first. I also want you to take what is in this bag."

She handed me the black bag on her desk and as I took it from her hand I could feel something hard inside that had an unusual shape.

"Inside there is something for you. Make sure that you have followed the instructions in there before you get to my house tomorrow. Open that bag when you get back to your dorm room tonight."

"I will, and thanks again Professor." I said as I turned to leave her office.

"One last thing, Steven. You remember what I told you this last section was on?"

"Um, female domination in sexual relationships." I said quietly so nobody in the hall would hear me.

"That's right," She told me. "Don't forget it. You may go now."

I walked back to my dorm room as quickly as I could without arousing suspicion and when I was alone in my room I opened the bag that Professor Cooper had given me. At first I didn't know what I was looking at. There was a clear plastic tube and a plastic ring. Right next to these two items was a small stainless steel lock. The lock was open but there was no key in the bag with it. There was also a small piece of paper with a few words written on it: 

"Put this on and be at my house tomorrow or fail."

"Put this on?" I thought to myself. "How was I supposed to put this on?"

I turned the piece of paper over and there was a picture that showed exactly how I was supposed to put it on.

The picture showed a penis with the plastic ring looped around the balls and the base of the cock, and the plastic tube was slid over the shaft and connected to the ring; the entire thing was locked in place by the stainless steel lock. 

"She's got to be crazy," I thought to myself, "I'm supposed to put this thing on? There's no way I'm doing that."

I sat on the edge of my bed for a minute with the device in my hand and pondered what to do. I knew that I couldn't fail this class, and that following her instructions might be the only way to pass, but was I really ready to go through with this?

As I sat there and thought about what to do I noticed a familiar stirring in my dick. I started to get hard, and the more I thought about locking myself up the harder I got. Was I getting excited by this idea? I couldn't believe it but I realized that this was a huge turn on.

I dropped my pants to my ankles and tried to slide the plastic tube over my raging hard on. I realized that there was no way that this thing would fit over me while I was still hard so the only way that I would be able to fit this on is if I got myself soft first.

I held the plastic device in my left hand and began stroking myself with my right. I thought about the way that Professor Cooper looked in her office that day, about how the next section of her course was on female domination, and I thought about locking myself up and turning control over to her and before I knew it I blew a load onto the carpet in front of me.

It was probably the fastest and hardest that I had ever come.

After a few deep breaths I cleaned myself up and put the plastic ring around the base of my balls and now flaccid cock. I slid the plastic tube over my shaft and hooked it into the ring. I paused for a minute before clicking the lock shut, but already I could feel my cock starting to stiffen again and I knew that if I didn't do it now it might not be able to fit. I closed the lock and it shut with a satisfying click.

I woke up three times during the night with my penis struggling in vain to break out of its plastic prison. Each time my cock felt like it would become so hard that it would break the walls of the cage but each time the cage prevented my dick from achieving a full erection. It was a fitful night sleep to say the least so I had no trouble waking up on time to get to Professor Cooper's house at 9 as she had requested.

I arrived at her house promptly at 9 as she had instructed me and I rang the doorbell of her front door.

"Good to see you here, Steve," She said when she opened the door. "You've made the right choice. Come in."

She was wearing a casual outfit of jeans and a tee shirt, but even with those modest clothes on I had a hard time taking my eyes off of her ass as she walked in front of me. My cock began to stir but it was stopped abruptly by the device that it was locked up in.

We got to her living room she sat down on a chair while I sat down on the couch across the coffee table from her.

"Now as you know Steve you are in danger of failing my class," She began, "If we just let things proceed as normal you would not be able to get your grade up enough to get a passing grade during the last section of the course. However, if you are willing to work with me after hours I can teach you the same material in a live setting, rather than an academic one, and I will be able to give you the grade that you need in order to pass. Since you've come here today I assume that you want to go for the extra credit, is that correct?"

"Yes." I told her nervously.

"Well that's good. As I told you yesterday, the final section of my class in on female domination in sexual relationships. If you want to pass you will learn this material by serving as my male submissive slave, and I will be your dominatrix."

"Wait, what?" I said. "That's a little much."

"Is it?" She asked me as she stood up from her seat. "Are you telling me that doesn't interest you? You weren't excited by the package that I gave you yesterday?"

I thought back to how hard I came and realized that she was right.

"I guess it does excite me." I told her.

"That's what I thought. From now on we will meet here every weekend until the end of the semester. If during that time you serve me adequately as a slave I will allow you to pass my class. While you are here you will follow my every instruction and you will refer to me as Mistress. Is that understood?"

"Yes, it is."

She slapped me hard across the face.

"How did I tell you to refer to me, slave?"

"Mistress, I'm sorry mistress."

"That's better. But you'll still need to be punished when we begin. Now, stand up and walk there to the center of the room."

I did as she asked and shifted my weight back and forth as I waited for her next command.

"Now look at you," She said, "That's really no way for a slave to be dressed. Strip."

"I can't, I mean, what if someone sees, and I'm supposed to get naked in front of you?"

"Slave, you are already going to be punished for your earlier infraction, keep this up and your punishment will be much worse. Now strip."

I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor next to me. I pulled off my socks and shoes and jeans and placed them next to my shirt. I paused and looked at her before taking off my boxers.

"Strip." She said again.

I pulled my boxers off and tried to cover myself with my hands as best as I could.

"Hands at your side slave, let me take a look at you."

I slowly moved my hands to my side and she walked a slow circle around me as I stood there naked except for the device locked to my penis.

"Very nice, I can see that I have chosen well." She remarked.

"And how is this?" She asked as her fingers played with my imprisoned manhood, "Nice and tight?"

"Yes, it's very tight...Mistress." As I said the word "Mistress" I felt myself surrendering power over to her. It excited me further.

"Good, I'm glad to see you have managed to follow my instructions so far. But I'm still not satisfied with the way that you're dressed. Stand still."

I stood where I was as she walked across the room to a cabinet under her bookshelf. She pulled out a small duffle bag and walked back towards me.

"I like to keep my slaves under lock and key." She told me. "The items in this bag will make sure that happens. If you resist at all your punishment will be double what you have already earned. Hold out your hands."

I offered my hands in front of me and she pulled out a pair of black leather cuffs from her duffle bag and attached one to each of my wrists. The cuffs buckled closed and attached to each one was a metal ring that could be attached to something. Before I had time to fully grasp the cuffs she produced the next item from the bag. It was a wide black strap that she wrapped around my waist. It too buckled shut securely. She then pulled my wrists behind my back and attacked them to the strap around my waist.

"Well that's better," She said, "But I still don't think we're there yet."

She removed from the bag next a wide, black collar that had "Slave" printed on the front of it.

"This is going to be your slave collar. Wearing it will be a constant reminder to you that you belong to me. But that's exactly what you want, isn't it?"

I could feel my penis struggling in vain to harden and I knew that she was right.

"Yes Mistress," I told her, "That is exactly what I want."

"Good."

She wrapped the collar around my neck and buckled it shut as well.

"Almost done, kneel slave."

I dropped to my knees in front on her and she grabbed the last item out her the duffle bag. It was a leash that she attached to my collar. She took the free end and wrapped it around the base of the couch.

"Now that's much better," She said as she looked at me. "Just how a slave should be; naked, except for the implements of his bondage, and on his knees before his mistress. I'll be back, don't run off anywhere slave."

She picked up my discarded clothing and placed it into the now empty duffle bag and began to walk out of the room.

"Wait, mistress." I began to protest, "You can't leave me here like this."

"I can leave you however I want slave," She told me sternly, "And you've just earned yourself further punishment. Now keep your mouth shut and do as you are told."

She turned and left the room and I was left to consider my predicament. Naked, trussed up like a sex slave, and now without my clothes. I waited for a quite some time and then I heard the sound of heels walking down the stairs toward me.

The walking approached me from behind and my mistress walked in front of my and stood still.

"Look at me, slave."

I looked up and saw the most amazing sight that I have ever seen. Professor Cooper had been completely transformed and the woman who stood in front of me now had before become the perfect vision of a dominatrix.

She was wearing black leather high-heeled boots that soared past her knees and didn't stop until the middle of her thighs. On her crotch was a black leather garment that hid her pussy and ass, but was so tight that the outline of everything was completely visible. Around her stomach and chest she had a black leather corset that pushed her already perfect tits up to even higher and fuller heights. She blond hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail and she wore a rich shade of dark her lipstick on her lips. On each of her hands was a pair of long black leather gloves. They didn't stop until they passed her elbows.

The frustration in my loins was extremely intense as my cock struggle mightily to become erect but was still firmly locked in the device that I had put on the night before.

"I can tell that you like what you see, slave."

"Yes mistress, I do." I told her.

"Good, because your real training begins now." She said as she picked up my collar. "Follow me to my dungeon."



Mistress Takes a New Slave Pt. 03



Holding the leash that was attached to my collar mistress began walking across her living room towards the basement stairs in the middle of her house. My only choices were to follow or be dragged so I went where she led me.

Even from the back she looked incredibly sexy as I watched her ass sway as she walked in front of me. She was dressed like a dominatrix from a fantasy and her black leather clung perfectly to her perfectly shaped form. Instinctively my cock attempted to harden but was stopped by the hard plastic prison that it was trapped in.

We got to the bottom of the stairs and mistress stopped in front of a closed wooden door.

"Welcome to my dungeon, slave."

She opened the door and led me inside by my leash.

I couldn't believe what I was looking at. We were standing in a large open space with high ceilings and dark wooden walls. The floor was hard wood that amplified the clicking sound of mistress' boots as she walked. 

On the wall to my left there was a large wooden structure in the shape of an X that had buckles where feet and hands could be attached. Directly in front of me was a bed with a single leather sheet covering the mattress. The bed had a post at each corner that also had attachments where hands or feet could be secured. Next to the bed was a large chair, a throne might be a better word, that was made a dark rich wood with a leather covered seat. To my right was a metal cage that was large enough (barely) to fit a man. The wall behind me, next to the door where we had come in, held a wide array of devices that all looked like they could be very painful. On the ceiling above me I could see that there was some sort of mechanical device with two metal chains hanging from it. 

Most ominously I thought though, in the center of the room there was a digital camera sitting on a tripod. Currently it looked to be off and the lens was pointing at the floor, but I didn't want my degradation videotaped for the world to see.

"I will be conducting the bulk of your training in this room, slave. I have everything here that I need to turn you from the man you were into the submissive slave that you will become. Stronger men than you have been broken here and I have no doubt that I will break you as well. You came to me begging for extra credit to be able to pass my class - well you might pass the class, but the person you were will cease to exist and all that will remain be the slave that I turn you into. Maybe this is more than you bargained for but there is no turning back now."

Mistress unclipped the leash from my collar and hung it up on the wall behind me with the rest of her devices.

"I call that my wall of toys, slave. You'll get to learn first hand all the fun that can be had with them."

She walked back in front of me and watched me squirm in discomfort.

"I've already taught you your first lesson, how will you address me, slave?"

"Mistress."

"That's right," She responded. "But I don't like the way that you are looking at me; you must still be feeling a little too full of yourself. Apparently you think it is acceptable to look me directly in the eye, as if we were equals or something similarly ridiculous. From now on you will keep your gaze at my feet unless you are given permission to look elsewhere."

"Yes, Mistress." I said, dropping my eyes.

"And the way that you are standing there is all wrong. On two feet like that you almost look like you are hoping to preserve some of your dignity. From now on your basic position in my presence will be on your knees with you head lowered respectfully to the floor."

I stood there listening to what she told me, but it took me a minute to realize that I hadn't yet followed her command. I dropped to my knees and bowed my head to the floor.

"My my," Mistress said, "You are a slow learner aren't you?"

I could now longer see her as my head was bowed to the floor but I heard her footsteps move away from me.

"Now slave, head up and crawl to me."

I looked up and saw that mistress had seated herself on her chair next to the bed. I crawled as best as I could to her but it was difficult going with my hands tied behind my back.

"Your next lesson in submission will consist of licking my boots." She said when I arrived at where she was sitting, "So start licking like a good little slut should."

I bowed my head and started to lick her black boots. I started by her toes and made my way past her foot and up the front of her shins.

"That's right, slave. Clean those boots with your tongue just like you should."

I had never licked a boot before, or done anything so degrading, but from the pain in my trapped cock as it tried to swell I knew that there was at least one part of me that was enjoying this treatment.

Mistress seemed to know that as well.

"Look at that cock, slave, just dying to get out. You must really be a natural born submissive to enjoy this treatment. But I can't let you enjoy this too much, I still need to punish you for your earlier infraction."

Mistress stood up and walked back to the middle of the room.

"Crawl to me, slave."

I did as she asked and she pulled me up by my slave collar.

"Punishment can be an excellent tool for training a slave, and you're about to learn that now."

She unbuckled my wrist cuffs from the bondage belt and attached them to the metal chains hanging from the ceiling. A heard a mechanical sound start and I felt my arms being lifted above my head. When the machine stopped I was struggling to stand on my toes as my arms were stretched so far above my head.

I heard her walk away and pick something up off of her wall of toys.

"I've got one of my favorite whips for your punishment. Tell me, what is your grade currently in my class?" Mistress asked me.

"A 55 mistress," I told her.

"Certainly not a passing grade. But 55 does seem like the appropriate number of whips that you should get. This will teach you never to forget again that I must be addressed as mistress. You will of course count and thank me for each whip that you receive."

I felt a hard sting on my ass and I swayed slightly in my chains.

"One, thank you mistress"

Another hard sting, this time on my other ass cheek, and I thanked her again.

"Two, thank you mistress."

By the time that I got to 20 my ass was on fire and I thought that it was impossible that I could take anymore.

By 40 I begged her to stop.

"Forty, thank you mistress. Please mistress, I can't take it anymore. I'll never forget how to refer to you again."

"Oh there, there slave. Is that too much for you?" She asked me as she ran her gloved hand over my ass. "I would like to give you a break, I really would, but I already said that you would receive 55 whips and you aren't there yet. Now take your punishment like you should or this will get far worse than you can imagine."

She hit me again, I think even harder than before.

"Forty one, thank you mistress."

When we got to 55 I thanked her one last time and I felt a surprising sense of pride wash over me that I had been able to take her punishment. It struck me as one more sign that she really was turning me into a complete submissive who was only interested in doing what made his mistress instructed. My will was being replaced by hers.

"I think that will do it for today." Mistress said and I felt the chains that were holding my arms up begin to be lowered. When my arms hung loosely at my sides she unclipped my cuffs from the chains and I sank to the floor in relief.

Mistress dropped the duffle bag that I had last seen upstairs at my feet and began to take off my wrist and ankle cuffs. She unbuckled my bondage belt and slave collar and placed them all into the bag. She dropped my clothes onto the floor and turned to walk out of the room.

"Get yourself dressed and see yourself out promptly." She said. "I don't like slaves hanging around after their training for the day is complete.

"But mistress," I said as she was making her way out the door, "Aren't you going to take this off of me?" I wrapped my hand around the chastity cage and shook my package slightly.

"Oh no slave. I want that on you all week so that your frustration and devotion to me can continue to grow. I'll see you in class and you will report back here next Saturday at 9 for the next phase of your training."



Mistress Takes a New Slave Pt. 04



I made my way back to my room in a daze. I didn't know what had hit me or what had come over me. I had given myself completely to this woman and I could still feel her hold over me. Even if I had tried to put her out of my mind, the presence and weight of the chastity device locked around my cock was a constant reminder of the hold that my Mistress had on me.

The next day I tried to go about my business as usual but no matter what I did my mind kept returning to the session that Mistress had spent training me as her slave. I could felt the pain of her punishment, I tasted the leather of her boots as she made me lick them, and I remembered her cold dismissal of me when she decided that our session was complete for the day.

Most of all though, I felt her control over me. Even when I was no longer in her presence, I still wanted to please her. It was like I had taken a drug, I had felt the power of submission, and now I needed more of it. Although part of me wanted to cum so badly, another, a bigger, part of me wanted my cock to stay locked up as that would increase my torment and increase my submission to my Mistress.

The time between the end of my training session and the first time that I would see my Mistress in class again was like torture. I craved to be in her presence again; I craved to submit once more to her will.

What had she done to me? My being belonged to her now I realized.

Two days later I walked into her class and it was jarring to see her dressed in her normal clothes again. She was no longer a leather-clad dominatrix, but was instead back to being a sexy professor in a conservative, professional outfit.

I glanced nervously at her as I walked in but she gave no indication that anything out of the ordinary had taken place between us so I sat down in my normal seat.

"Now class," She began, "Today we begin our section on female domination. This will be the study of women who control all aspects of the sexual relationship with their partners."

I hand came up indicating a question and I looked over at who was asking it. I saw that it was Emily. She was one of the most attractive girls in the class and I had masturbated while thinking about her many times before.

"Yes Emily," Professor said, calling on her.

"How does that work?" Emily asked. "I mean, does the woman have to overpower the man to be in control?"

"Well not usually. A lot of times the desire to be a submissive is something that is buried inside of a person, and so the dominant partner, in this case the woman, finds that submissive nature in her partner and asserts her power over him. In the right arrangement, both partners tend to be happier this way as they are each able to live out their true natures more fully."

"Is this a common relationship?" Emily asked. I noticed that she seemed interested in this subject. "Most guys like to be the ones in control."

"More common than you might think, although not something that most couples talk about openly I don't think. Sometimes that posturing that men do is a mask for what their true desires are. Let's see in this class, would any of you men be interested in being part of the submissive role?"

I shrank down in my seat as far as I could and I wanted to melt into the floor. There were only a handful of men in the class though so several of the eyes of the women fell upon me anyway.

"What about you, Steven?" Professor asked me, "Is this something that you would be interested in?"

"No Mis," I started to say before I caught myself. "No Professor, I mean. I don't think it would be for me." I noticed that I had said this a little too forcefully and I thought I saw a few knowing smiles from the girls in the class at my answer. I turned a bright shade of red.

"Well it isn't for everyone," Professor continued, smiling at my awkward answer, "But many couples find it to be very rewarding. There are many techniques that the women in these relationships use to demonstrate and reinforce their control over their partner. The first is what they call themselves; or I should say, what they require the man to call them. The most typical phrase is Mistress, but there are other names that some women choose such as Domina or Goddess. The key thing is that it is a name that demonstrates their control over the submissive."

"Further techniques for demonstrating their control include punishment and humiliation."

Professor Cooper went on to explain the various ways that a Dominatrix can control and punish her submissive. I considered myself lucky that she had only used a handful of them on me during our first session together. I didn't think I could handle the more extreme methods such as the public humiliation. I also considered myself lucky that professor didn't call on me again in class. I couldn't bear the thought of everyone seeing me squirm. I felt like everyone knew that I was a slave and that they all knew I was wearing a chastity device.

When the class ended I stood up and I stood up and began to make my way out the door but Professor stopped me.

"Oh Steven," She said and I turned to look at her. She took a few steps away from a few of the girls that she was talking to and walked over to where I was. "Be at my place at 9 AM sharp on Saturday. Don't keep me waiting."

She didn't wait for a response but instead turned and walked away immediately.

I was standing alone so nobody heard what she had said to me but her words hit me like a ton of bricks. After what she had described in the class today I couldn't imagine what she had planned for me next.

She left me and returned to the girls that she had been speaking with previously. I noticed that Emily was there and that all of them seemed extremely interested in what Professor was saying.

I hurried out of the class and made my way back to my room.

All that I could think about was the invitation, no, the order, to be at her house again that Saturday.

I couldn't imagine what she had planned for me, but I knew that is was going to be something that I would never forget.



Mistress Takes a New Slave Pt. 05



I arrived at Professor Cooper's house at 9 on Saturday as she had instructed. I knew that when I entered she wouldn't be my Professor anymore but would instead become my mistress again. Mistress, the woman who controlled me sexually and whose orders I knew I needed to follow as soon as I stepped into the house.

I took a deep breath to steel my nerves and I opened her screen door. I was about to ring her doorbell when I saw a note tapped to the glass:

"Slave, enter the dungeon and prepare yourself as you were instructed. Do not keep me waiting."

I knew better than to disobey so I quickly opened her door and walked down to the dungeon. When I got there I saw that it was much as it had been on my previous visit, but now in the center of the room was the duffle bag where mistress kept her restraints for me. I took the restraints out of the bag and stripped of my clothes as fast as possible and was quickly naked except for my chastity device. I put my clothes into the bag and fastened on my wrist and ankle cuffs. I took the bondage strap and wrapped it around my waist. There was only one item left in the bag: my slave collar. I held it in my hands and looked at the word that was printed on it: "Slave." It reminded me of what I had become and I fastened the collar around my neck.

I heard heels clicking on the stairs leading down and I knew that it must be my mistress coming for me. I didn't want to think about how she would punish me if I wasn't in position when she arrived so I immediately dropped to my knees and clasped my hands together behind my back. The sounds of the heels were now at the bottom of the stairs so I lowered my eyes so that I wouldn't make eye contact unless mistress allowed it.

I heard her footsteps grow closer and her boots came into my view right in front of me. She stood there silently for a minute, and then said,

"Look at me, slave."

I looked up and I was overpowered by what I saw.

Mistress was wearing a different outfit than during our previous session together. She had on a different pair of black thigh high boots; these ones had laces up the front that were tied up tight. From the top of her boots emerged a pair of sheer black stockings. Around her waist she wore a short, black leather skirt with a tantalizing shine to it. The skirt was held firmly in place by four clips, two in the front and two in the back, that attached to her stockings. The top half of her body was naked except for a black leather bra that was ringed with silver studs. On a small silver necklace around her neck I recognized the key to the chastity cage and in her hand she held a riding crop. My cock struggled to get hard but was cruelly stopped by the cage that was locked on. I hoped she would let me free today but I knew better than to get my hopes up. In her right hand she held the riding crop that I recognized from our first session together.

I let out an audible moan when I saw her.

"Do you like my outfit today, slave?" She taunted me. "I wore it just for you. I know how horny and frustrated you must be after our last session and your confinement all week. It must just be brutal for you to see me like this in that pent up state of yours. This skirt is especially nice, I think. I like how it's open at the bottom so you can imagine what it would be like for me to just pull it up and show you my beautiful pussy. Do you know the best part of this outfit slave?"

She stepped closer to me and whispered into my ear, "I'm not wearing any panties."

She stepped away from me and laughed at my frustration.

"Not that my lack of panties matters to you, slave. You aren't going to be getting access to my pussy anytime soon. I just want you to know how close you are to it. Well slave, what do you think of my outfit?"

"You look incredibly beautiful, mistress." I told her. "It is an honor just to be able to see you."

"That's a good answer, slave, I can see you are starting to take to your training." She buckled the cuffs around my wrist to the back of my bondage belt.

"Well today your training is going to go to the next level." Mistress said as she circled around me. She let her riding crop drag against my skin as she walked. "Today I am going to subject you to humiliation training by displaying your slavery in public."

"What? No Mistress, you can't." I pled with her, "I've done everything that you've asked me to do, please don't let anyone else see me like this."

Mistress stopped walking and glared down at me.

"Never dare to question me again, slave. You have just earned yourself a severe punishment." She slapped her riding crop hard against my chest and I pulled back in surprise. "Don't be so surprised by that, slave, that was just the first touch your punishment. I can see that I have been far too easy on you so far, and as a result you haven't yet learned your place. In fact I'm tired of hearing you speak."

Mistress walked behind me and I could hear her pick something up off of her wall of toys.

"Open your mouth, slave."

As soon as I complied with her demand I felt a large round ball being shoved roughly into my mouth. Mistress bucked it in place behind my head and walked back in front of me.

"Now that's better." She said as she looked at me. "That ball gag should keep your impudence under control. As I was saying, today you will serve as my slave in public. I have a group of friends coming over in a few minutes to learn about how to break a man down and turn him into a total submissive. You will serve as the main display in that demonstration. Your training obviously isn't complete yet and I'm sure my guests will enjoy observing your progress towards become a complete submissive."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I trusted mistress enough to keep our sessions between us, but I couldn't imagine anyone else seeing me like this. I wanted to object again and beg mistress to reconsider but the gag in my mouth made that impossible.

As I was having these thoughts I heard the doorbell ring and my heart sank. She was really going through with this and was going to show me to her friends.

"That must be them now, slave. Are you ready for the big show? Why don't you stand up now so everyone will have a good view of you when I bring them down here."

I began get off of my knees and move to my feet and mistress hastened the process by pulling me up by my slave collar.

"There we go slave, up and ready for inspection. Let's get those legs nice and wide, I want everyone to get a nice view of your chastity cage."

With her riding crop she slapped the inside of each of my thighs and I dutifully spread them apart for her.

I couldn't say anything with the gag in my mouth but with my eyes I plead with her as best I could to change her mind and save me from this humiliation.

"Oh, there, there now pet." She said and patted me on the face. "I guess maybe I'm being too hard on you. Don't worry, I have the perfect thing to protect your precious modesty."

She walked behind me and again picked up something from her wall of toys. When she again reentered my field of vision I could see that in her hands she was a black mask with laces that could be cinched up along the back of it. 

"This is your bondage mask, slave. The eyes are covered up so you won't be able to see anything, but we'll be able to see everything important on you."

She slipped the front of it over my head and walked behind me and started to lace up the ties in the back. She left the ball in my mouth but unbuckled the straps to the ball gag and refastened them behind the mask.

"When I put this on you, I am taking away your identity completely. You are no longer a person with a face, you are simply a slave who is under my control. You have no identity other than belonging to me."

She finished tightening the mask and my eyesight was completely shut off. There was a hole for my nose to breath through and with each breath I could smell the leather scent of the mask. There was also a hole for my mouth that I could have spoken through if not for the ball gag that mistress has fastened in place there. 

I felt myself losing track of who I was and becoming strictly an implement of my mistress' will. I had already lost control of my ability to become aroused and now I had lost my identity. I could feel my submission grow.

"Now, I've left my guests waiting now enough. Don't think about moving until you are given further instructions."

I heard her heels click as she walked away from me across the hardwood floor. The sound grew quieter as she left the dungeon and walked up the stairs to the main part of her home.

Could I really go through with this? Even with the mask this humiliation was going to be overwhelming. There were going to be others besides my mistress see me in this condition. But at this point, what could I do? My hands were shackled and my clothes were out of my reach. 

And there was something else.

As much as I told myself that I couldn't take this humiliation, as much as I couldn't believe that I was being treated like a slave...I had started to crave this treatment. I needed to please my mistress more than anything and I wanted her to deepen my submission. The only thing worse for me than having her guests see me displayed as her slave would be for me to disobey one of her commands. This is the training that she was putting me through, and so I knew that I had to follow through with her commands, however hard they seemed to me.

I heard her front door open and I heard the sound of excited female voices in the house above. I couldn't make out what they were saying but there was no mistaking the fact that they were giddy and excited to be here.

The sound of laughter and chatter made it's way closer as I heard the sound of door to the dungeon being opened and the group made it's way down to where I stood waiting for inspection.

"Well here he is, ladies." I heard my mistress say, "This is my slave that I've been telling you about."

"Oh my god!" The crowd gasped. 

"Care to see a demonstration of my control over him?" Mistress asked.

The entire crowd answered "Yes" in unison.

"Down."

I dropped to my knees as quickly as possible and lowered my forehead to the floor as my mistress had taught me; I felt the leather hood that was fit snuggly over my face and head touch the hard wood floor below. My motions were made more difficult by the fact that my hands were firmly fixed in cuffs that were secured behind my back and clipped in the wide leather belt that encircled my waist, but I moved as quickly as I could so as to not disappoint my mistress.

"Wow," I heard a woman's voice say, "Does he always do exactly what you tell him to do?"

"Well, he isn't quite there yet," I heard my mistress say, "His training has only been going on for two weeks now and he still isn't as submissive as he is going to be. But don't worry we'll get there. Isn't that right, slave?"

I answered positively as best I could, but between the tight fitting hood and the ball stuffed into my mouth my "Yes Mistress" response sounded more like a "yuth mithreth."

The crowd of women around me laughed together at my fumbled attempt at an answer. I wasn't sure how many of them were there, but from what I could hear it sounded like there were at least five standing in a circle around me.

"Do you always keep him in that mask?" I heard a different woman ask.

"Oh, you mean the bondage mask?" My mistress answered. "Yes, I like to train my slaves with that over their faces. It reminds them that they have no identity left anymore. Whatever they were before doesn't matter now - all they are now is a slave. But that's just what you were meant to be, isn't it slave?"

Again I tried to answer positively and again the woman laughed at my inability.

"And what is that thing that's attached to his cock?" The first woman's voice asked again. I thought that I recognized her voice but I couldn't be sure.

"That's his chastity device." Mistress told her. "I like to make sure my slave's know that I control everything about them - even their erections. I had him lock in on himself when he was soft and now he can't get hard unless I decide to take it off him. He knows that the only way he will ever feel any pleasure again is if he pleases me and I decide that he deserves a reward."

I heard a soft jingle.

"See right here?" My mistress continued. "This is the only key that will work in the lock for his chastity device. I keep it right here around my neck all the time. It's just a reminder to him of the power I hold over him. So close...and yet so far."

"But with that on him how do you fuck him?" I heard a different woman ask. "I know my boyfriend would go wild with lust if he didn't get fucked at least once a day."

"Fuck this slave?" My mistress said with a laugh. "That's a good one. No, I would never consider fucking this pathetic slave. And maybe your boyfriend just hasn't had the right kind of training yet. If this slave has been good and obedient for long enough...and I'm in a good mood I might allow him to jerk off. But he hasn't been that lucky in...well, what has it been slave? Two weeks now?"

I answered, "yes mistress," as best I could.

"I find the longer that he goes without coming the more desperate and the more committed to me he becomes. We'll have to see," My mistress said as she patted my hooded head, "I might never let him come again...and he definitely isn't coming anytime soon."

"What do we get to do with him today?" A new voice asked.

"Whatever we want of course." Mistress answered her. "He is here to serve us and to suffer for us. So anything that you are interested this slave will be happy to do for you. But before we get to any of that we need to punish this worthless slave. He forgot himself quit badly today by questioning my instructions and he needs to be reminded of his place. Right over here ladies is where I keep all my favorite toys."

I heard the group walk behind me to the wall of toys and begin to pick items out.

"Look at these," One of the women said, "Are we really going to get to use this whip on him?"

"You certainly can if you like." Mistress answered. "But don't just take the first one you see, I have a number of different options to choose from. All designed to inflict suffering on a slave in a different way. Try the paddle out, Emily, and see if you like the feel of that."

Emily? That is how I recognized that voice. Emily sat next to me in class and now she was picking out which device she was going to use against me.

The group of woman stepped back to where I was kneeling and circled around me again.

"Now remember what I told you in class, ladies. These slaves need to be punished and there is nothing wrong with being the ones to do it. Make sure you are firm and direct with them and don't be too easy on him. This slave is on the route to becoming a total submissive but he isn't there yet. You can all help me break him down today."

"Now stand slave," Mistress said. "Let's get you into position for your punishment."

I stood and mistress unbuckled my cuffs from the bondage belt and attached them to each other behind my back. She then attached the cuffs to the ceiling chains and I heard the sound of the winch starting up. The winch turned and I felt my hands being pulled skyward. I was forced to bend over in a very undignified position with my hands in the air above my back.

"Now, that's better." Mistress said. "Emily, do you want to take the first crack at him?"

"Yes!" She replied and I heard the other woman there clap for her. "I can't wait to try out this paddle on him."

I felt her paddle strike me hard on my exposed ass and I jumped as much as my bonds would allow from the surprise. I couldn't believe that the cute, quiet girl from class had hit me that hard.

"Did that hurt, slave?" Emily asked as she leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "There's plenty more where that came from so get used to it."

She backed away from my ear and positioned herself behind me again.

"And if I do give you permission to speak," She whacked me hard again with her paddle, "How will you address me?"

"Mistress Emily." I said through my gag.

"That's right, slave." She said, spanking me again with her paddle, "Mistress Emily. I like the sound of that. Now take your punishment like a good slave should."



Mistress Takes a New Slave Pt. 06



I felt the paddle whack me over and over again and I thought that if the restraints hadn't been holding me up I might have collapsed. My ass was on fire from the repeated attacks and emotionally I had never felt so exposed and humiliated before.

The crowd of women around me though seemed to be having a wonderful time and kept shouting their encouragement at Mistress Emily.

I groaned into my gag loudly after a particularly vicious spank.

"Well Mistress Emily," I heard Mistress say, "You really seem to be a natural at this."

"It feels unbelievable," Mistress Emily responded. "I've never had this much control over a man before." She ran her hand over my now well paddled ass. "Was I hard on you slave? Better get used to it because I certainly will be back for more."

She slapped my ass hard once more with her hand and I heard her laugh at me when I groaned in surprise and anguish into my gag.

"Now Emily, let's make sure the rest of the ladies here get to take a turn with the slave." Mistress said and I heard Emily walk back into the group of women in front of me. "Don't worry, you'll get to inflict more pain on him soon enough."

I heard the sound of mistress' heels click over toward me and she rested her hand on the top of the leather hood that covered my face.

"Now so far," Mistress said, "My training of this slave has focused on humiliation and pain. But there is another method that I am going to use to break him down, and you ladies are just the perfect ones to help me out with it. The next phase of his training will revolve around orgasm control."

I heard the crowd mumble amongst themselves.

"Don't know what that is, ladies? Well we haven't covered it in class yet, but let's get him into position and I'll show you what I have in mind."

Mistress unclipped my cuffs from the ceiling chain, and leading me by my slave collar she brought me to the side of the room. She turned me around and firmly pressed me backward until I felt the leather lined wooden cross pressing against my back. She secured my cuffed hands to the buckles over my head and then she moved to my ankles and buckled them in place as well. She must still not have been satisfied because she returned to my waist and buckled my bondage belt to the center of the device.

I was now completely immobilized with my hands and legs splayed out in forming an "X" and my waist was buckled in place so that I couldn't even wiggle myself if I tried. 

And of course, my ever-present chastity device was still locked firmly in place on my cock preventing me from achieving the erection that I was dying for. 

Mistress seemed satisfied with my predicament.

"There we go slave, all set for the next phase of your training. Come ladies, gather around the slave here, you'll be able to help me with this next part."

I heard the woman move closer and form a new circle around me.

"Now as I was saying, it is time to teach this slave about orgasm control. He hasn't been able to cum in over two weeks now, and during that time I've made sure that he was in a near constant state of arousal. Also during that time I have kept his cock under lock and key so he hasn't even been able to achieve an erection. Taken together, he is right now probably going insane with frustration and lust. That is exactly the right mind set for this phase of his training."

"Now slave," Mistress continued, turning and addressing me now. "I realize that I've been quite rude to you and haven't introduced my guests to you. Let me do that now. I teach a class on human sexuality and right now we are studying female domination. Something you are getting to know quite a lot about slave, aren't you?" She asked me as she leaned in close to my ear.

"Yes Mistress," I mumbled through my gag.

"Well slave, I invited five of my most promising, and beautiful I might add, students to join me today. They are going to learn female domination first hand, and you are going to be their class project."

I couldn't believe what Mistress was telling me. Not only was Emily here, now transformed into Mistress Emily, but apparently there were four other girls from my class here with us today. If they found out who I was behind my leather mask I didn't know how my life would continue. It would be the most devastating and humiliating thing that I could ever imagine experiencing.

"So slave," Mistress continued, "You've already met Mistress Emily, and then next to her is Kelsey, Samantha, Nicole and Monique. But since your wearing a mask because you haven't earned the right yet to look at these beautiful women, what you can't see is what they are dressed like today. So it falls to me I suppose to describe them to you I suppose."

"They don't yet have the appropriate wardrobe to be dressed as a real dominatrix would, so I asked them to wear the next best thing. I told each of them to come wearing their sexiest bra and panties along with the most intimidating shoes that they have in their wardrobe. Mistress Emily, who you just met of course, is wearing knee high black leather fuck me boots with a pair of sky blue panties and a matching push up bra. And she looks very sexy if I can say so myself."

"Keep fantasizing slave," Emily said to me, "You're never going to get closer to this than you are now."

She slapped me hard across the face and laughed as she did it.

"Kelsey here is wearing a pair of black high heeled shoes with some naughty looking straps wrapped around all the way up her shins and she has a deliciously tight black lace thong and a matching bra. I could go on slave but I think it might make your suffering more acute if I leave the outfits of the other ladies to your imagination. Suffice it to say that each one is equally beautiful...and equally out of your reach, no matter how close you technically might be."

The frustration I felt in my cock was overwhelming. I had never been this horny in my life and the chastity cage prevented me from even achieving an erection, let alone fucking one of these girls. Mistress describing what each of my tormenters was wearing seemed like more than I could take. I had fantasized about each of these women previously, and now they were right here as I had imagined them but I was powerless to touch them or even see them. I had never needed to touch my cock so badly before and here I was with my arms and legs locked into the X restraint and my cock under lock and key. My hands trembled in their shackles. I bit down hard on my ball gag just trying to get some sort of satisfaction...and I felt my submission grow. 

"Now ladies, as I said, it is time for this slave to learn orgasm control. So, do any of you enjoy giving blow jobs?"

"I love giving them!" Kelsey said. "But how would I give it to him? Are you going to take off his cock cage? And wouldn't he enjoy that a little too much?"

"So many questions my dear. I can see that you're excited. Oh no, he isn't that fortunate and he isn't entitled to a real blow job." Mistress responded. "In order to teach him his place you are going to use your mouth over his chastity device. Slave will learn that his cock does not exist for his pleasure but only for his torment. Your mouth will be right where he will want it to be except that it will not give him the pleasure or the release that he so desperately needs. See this opening at the tip of his cock?"

I felt Mistress slide her finger along the opening at the head of my cock and I moaned involuntarily as she did it.

"This spot right here is open so that he can use the bathroom when necessary without having to take off his cage. Of course he has to sit down but that's appropriate for you isn't it, bitch?"

"Yes Mistress," I mumbled as best I could while she ran her hand over my leather hood.

"Well today we are going to use that opening for something different. If you focus your mouth there, Kelsey, he will be able to get just enough of a taste of your mouth to get excited without really getting any pleasure or satisfaction out of it. Still something that you're interested in?"

"Definitely!" Kelsey responded. "I got so turned on watching Mistress Emily work him over before that I can't wait to take a turn torturing him."

Kelsey's two hands moved to my hips and I felt her mouth slide over my cock cage. Her tongue flicked up and down along the partially exposed head of my cock and I moaned with pleasure and frustration into my gag.

My cock was struggling so mightily to become hard that I thought the plastic prison holding it back would break, but alas, it held firm.

"Does that feel good slave? Is that just what you want? You like when I play with that piece of exposed flesh?" Kelsey asked me. "What do you want, for me to take that cage off and give you the blow job of your life?"

I felt her warm breath along my balls and cock - her mouth was so close but with my bondage felt strapped firmly in place behind me I couldn't even thrust my hips forward toward her mouth if I had been allowed to.

"Yes Mistress," I attempted to say through the ball gag.

"It isn't going to happen." She said as she bit down on my balls.

I would have screamed out but the gag prevented it.

"That hurt slave? Get used to it, I enjoy seeing you suffer. And I don't think you should call me Mistress, you already have two of those with more lined up. No, no slave, will refer to me as Domina Kelsey. And I can assure you that Domina Kelsey will be quite cruel. Your training from me is just getting started."



Mistress Takes a New Slave Pt. 07



Domina wrapped her lips around my imprisoned cock again and slid her mouth back and forth. I thought that my head would explode in frustration. My wrists and my ankles were locked firmly in place by the leather cuffs that bound me securely to the X cross behind me. My hands trembled in frustration but I was powerless to grant myself any sort of relief. I bit down hard on my ball gag in total frustration and lust.

"Is this hard to take slave?" Domina asked me. "My mouth is right here, so close to you but you're not getting anything out of this are you?"

I felt the warmth of her breath on my loins.

"No Domina." I mumbled.

She lightly ran her fingers along my balls as she again took my cock cage into her mouth.

"I know this must be hard for you." She said as she slid my cock out of her mouth. "I wasn't lying about what I said before, I love giving blow jobs. Every guy that I have ever been with has told me that I give the best blow jobs they have ever had. You wish you could experience that, don't you slave?"

I nodded my head vigorously up and down.

"What do you think, Mistress?" Domina asked as she temporarily turned away from my cock. "Should we take his gag out and let him really beg like a good little slave should?"

"You certainly do take to this, Kelsey. Yes, I think that's a good idea. We've kept this slave silent for long enough, let's let him tell us what he deserves to get."

Mistress' heels clicked over to where I was tied and she unbuckled the ball gag from behind my head and removed it from my mouth.

I took a deep breath and swallowed to clear my mouth.

"Thank you, Mistress." I told her, speaking clearly for the first time.

"That's right slave, now you can speak. But make sure you only respond when you're spoken to and that you don't forget your place."

"Yes Mistress, I know that I am still your slave." I assured her.

"Good slave," She told me as she patted the top of my leather hood. "And Domina Kelsey, I have something for you." I heard a soft jingling sound.

"This is the key to his cock cage, I'm giving it to you. If he pleases you, I give you permission to unlock him." 

Domina laughed softly to herself and again took my cock into her mouth.

"Is that good slave? Your Mistress gave me the key - should I unlock you and let you cum in my mouth?"

She slid her mouth along the outside of the cock cage again and flicked her tongue along the exposed head of my cock.

"I don't deserve to cum Domina," I told her, "I only deserve to be tormented by you."

"I don't really believe you slave," She said as she licked my balls. "I know how long you've been locked up, I know how horny you are. This is such torture for you isn't it? My mouth is right here." Again she slid her mouth back and forth along the outside of my cock cage. 

It was so close to being amazing, but instead of intense pleasure all I got was frustration. My cock struggled to become hard but the plastic cage kept it locked and small. My hands trembled in their restraints and I thought that I would explode in frustration. 

She breathed hard and heavy on my package and licked my balls again.

"Tell me what you want, slave. Do you want to cum, do you deserve to cum?"

"Please Domina...I...I."

The frustration was taking over me - I knew I shouldn't say it - I couldn't control myself.

"What do you want slave?" She asked as she wrapped her lips around my imprisoned cock and ran her hands along my hips. "Do you want to cum?" 

"Yes Domina Kelsey, I need to cum in your mouth! I deserve to cum in your mouth!" I shouted out. "Let me cum!"

"What did you say?" Domina asked me sharply as she abruptly pulled her mouth back from my cock and got up off her knees. "You deserve to cum in my mouth? Let you cum? Are you giving me an order, slave?"

I realized the mistake that I had made and I did my best to make up for it.

"No Domina, I'm sorry," I pleaded with her, "I don't deserve to cum in your mouth! I don't deserve anything other than to fulfill your will!"

"It's too late slave," she told me as she stood up. "I can see that we still have a lot of work to do with you. You still seem to think that your enjoyment matters. I hope you enjoyed my mouth because I can guarantee that you aren't going to enjoy this next part."

I heard Domina's heels walk away from me toward Mistress' wall of toys and then return.

"You told me that you deserve to cum in my mouth?" She asked me.

"I'm sorry Domina," I told her, "That was a mistake, I know that I don't deserve to cum, I just deserve to be your slave."

"I don't think that we can trust you, slave. The second that we take your gag off and immediately you start acting like a man again instead the slave that you are. Slaves don't get what they want, slaves get what their Dominas feel that they deserve. And right now you deserve to be punished."

I heard a quick whistle of air immediately followed by a sharp sting in my balls.

"Ahh," I called out in pain and surprise.

"Surprised by my whip slave?" Domina asked me. "You told me you deserved to cum, but I think that instead you deserve to have your balls whipped. I was only going to give you 5, but since you forgot to thank me for that first one I've decided to give you 10 instead."

Again I heard the whip move and again I felt the sting in my balls.

This time I responded appropriately.

"One, thank you Domina."

"That's better, slave. You don't deserve to cum, do you?"

"No Domina," I told her, panting in frustration and pain, "I don't deserve to cum. I just deserve to be punished by you."

She whipped me again; this one hit the inside of my left side thigh.

"Two, thank you Domina."

After 6 I wasn't sure that I could take it anymore but I knew I needed to follow my instructions and take my punishment as Domina had instructed.

I felt another blow land.

"Seven, thank you Domina."

"Now Domina," I heard Mistress say, "Let's give this slave a chance to catch his breath. I have an offer that I want to make him."

Mistress walked toward me and I felt her rub gently along my cock and balls. After the whipping they had just received her tender touch felt amazing.

"Does that feel better slave? I know how much that must have hurt you. Well I have an offer that might make you feel better about your predicament. Here's my offer to you: if you take the rest of your punishment like a good slave should, and you beg me to let you be my slave, then I will take this cock cage off you and I will let you fuck me. Well slave, does that sound good? Is that what you are going to do for us?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mistress was offering me a reward beyond my wildest dreams.

"Yes Mistress, I agree. I will take my punishment and I will beg to be your slave."

"Good slave," Mistress responded, "Domina, let him have it."

Again I heard the whip move and I felt the painful blow land on my groin.

"Eight, thank you, Domina."

She whipped me again.

"Nine, thank you Domina."

"Only one more to go, slave." Domina said, temporarily pausing my punishment. "Convince me that you want it."

"Please Domina, I'm begging you." I told her, "Please punish me, please whip my balls! I just want to be your slave, I just want to take your punishment and do whatever you tell me to do. I will never forget myself again!"

"Very good, slave." She said and landed the last blow.

"Ten, thank you, Domina."

I had made it. I couldn't believe it. I had taken Domina's punishment, and now Mistress would undoubtedly keep up her end of the bargain and take off my cock cage let me fuck her. After so many weeks in captivity the thought of finally being free and of being inside a pussy again was amazing.

"Very well done, slave." I heard Mistress say. "You have taken your punishment and you have convinced me that you are starting to learn your place. Since I am a Mistress of my word I will now take off your cock cage and let you fuck me."

I felt two sets of hands, Domina Kelsey's and Mistress' I assumed, unlock my wrists and ankles. With my bondage mask still tied firmly on I couldn't see anything, but I felt myself being lead by my slave collar across the room. I was turned around and pushed onto my back onto the bed lined with leather sheets. The leather cuffs on my hands and ankles were locked to each of the bedposts and I once again found myself tied down and spread eagle; this time on my back.

My mind was starting to run wild. It had been so long since I had cum and now I was so close and was going to actually be inside my Mistress. It was beyond anything that I could imagine.

I felt a hand rub along my cock cage and I moaned in pleasure and anticipation.

"Does that feel good, slave?" Mistress asked me. "Are you excited for your reward?"

"Yes Mistress," I responded. "I am so excited for my reward. Thank you Mistress, thank you so much."

"I'm glad slave, you've worked hard for us today and you deserve a treat. But I think that your mouth has been open for long enough. I have something new for you to keep that mouth occupied."

I felt a gag being placed in my mouth and it was buckled in place behind my head. I could tell that it was not the same ball gag that had previously been in my mouth...something was different about this one but I wasn't sure what.

"That's better." Mistress said as she finished securing the strap behind my head. "Now it's time to take off that cock cage. Domina, you have the key so I'll let you do the honors."

I felt Domina turn the key in the padlock and carefully remove the chastity device. After so much time confined the simple ability to achieve a normal erection felt amazing. I was in a state of ecstasy anticipating having my Mistress' pussy wrapped around that cock soon.

"Now ladies, gather around." Mistress said. "This slave has performed well for us so I am going to give him a reward. As I promised I took his cock out of its cage and now I am going to let him fuck me."

"Isn't that going to disrupt his training?" I heard a different woman's voice ask. "I mean, if you take his cock in your pussy won't he start to think that he deserves it in the future?"

"You're absolutely right." Mistress responded. "And I have no intention of taking his cock in my pussy."

What? How could this be? She promised me... 

"See that dildo attached to the gag in his mouth? I am going to let him fuck me with that. I promised that I would take off his chastity device and that I would let him fuck me and I am going to do both of those things...just maybe not the way that he had envisioned it going."

No, no, no! I was so horny, I had been such a good slave, and now this!

I did my best to suppress my ego, to let my servitude grow, and to only focus on my Mistress' pleasure...I felt my submission deepen again.

"What's the matter slave?" Mistress asked me. "You wanted to fuck me with your cock? You must be insane to think that I would ever take that pathetic cock inside me. No, this big dildo that you are so kindly holding in your mouth will be much more appropriate. Just think, my beautiful pussy will be just inches away from your face but you won't get to see anything."

I felt Mistress straddle me and move her way up to my face.

"Now gather around close ladies, I want you to watch as this slave fucks me with his dildo. He is almost the totally broken now, almost the perfect slave. He isn't quite there yet but we're getting close."

I felt the gag in my mouth move slightly and I knew that Mistress was rubbing her pussy on the dildo that was attached to my gag.

"Now slave you are going to give me a nice long ride on that dildo. You will fuck me to as many orgasms as I feel are necessary."

"Yes Mistress," I thought to myself. "I will do whatever you want me to do. I will be your slave."

I felt my transformation from Steven to slave almost complete. I started to ignore the throbbing horniness in my own cock and to focus instead on making sure that I pleased my Mistress with the dildo.

"I am her slave, I am only her slave and nothing more." I thought to myself as I felt Mistress lower herself down on my dildo.



Mistress Takes Him Out



Remarkably, I had some free time on a Friday night, and even more remarkably, so did you. How often does that happen? Even more appealing, Sal was out of town, and I had the apartment to myself. I settle into the couch, remote control in one hand and beer in the other, enjoying this brief moment of freedom. 

A few moments later, there's a knock on my door. It's you, decked out in your pinstripe suit, back from court and the office. I open the door, give you a kiss, and get back to the couch -- the Simpsons is starting! -- not really hearing whatever it was that you said to me. You put your bag down, walk over, and say it again.

"I said, Give me your belt."

"What?" I look up at you, confused.

The look on your face changes in an instant. You stride over toward me, grab the beer out of my right hand and set it on the side table, and slap my left hand so hard the remote control falls out. You stand in front of me, hands on hips, blocking my view of the TV. Speechless, I look up at you.

"Give me your fucking belt."

I'm a little confused, but I do as I'm told, mostly out of confusion. I start to say something but you grab the belt out of my hand, turn on a heel, grab your bag, and go to my bedroom. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Try not to do anything stupid."

As you walk away, I pick up the remote with my left hand, still stinging from your slap. We've never done a Mistress Layla scene without deciding on it beforehand, but it seems like that's what you want to do, and hey, that's fine with me. I imagined you making me lick your clit or demanding that I fuck you harder, and my cock starts stirring in my pants. Some fucking (maybe I'd even get my dick sucked if I was good) and then we'd go out to dinner somewhere, probably one of the usual spots around here. Not a bad night by any stretch!

A few minutes later (did I heard the shower in the interim?) I hear the click of your heels on the hardwood floors as you approach the living room. I'd assumed, though, that you would be wearing the same clothes you were wearing earlier, which is most certainly not the case. Your pinstriped suit has given way to your brown dress, the black shoes you were wearing earlier have been replaced by (new?) matching shoes with a 3 ½ inch heel, and you seem to be wearing some new stockings. Worried about another shot to the hand, I quickly drop the remote control. "You're looking quite nice tonight, Miss," I said quickly, hoping to avoid (or maybe earn) more punishment.

"Are you saying I don't look nice other times, bitch?" 

"No, Miss, I just meant that you're looking particularly nice now."

"I don't believe that's true. On your knees!" 

As I kneel on the hardwood floor, you walk around behind me. I hear the zip of what I assume is your purse and a loud crack! as you snap something leather. Before I can process what was happening, I feel a stinging blow on my back. "That's for being too stupid to know how to compliment me," you whisper into my ear. "Yes, Mistress Layla, I'm sorry." I lower my head. Crack! "That's for wearing a shirt, which makes your whippings quite ineffective." "Yes, Miss." I hurry to take off my shirt. Crack! "And that's because the last two weren't enough. Now let's get you into something respectable. Well, not respectable, but at least tolerable."

Now I'm confused. If Mistress Layla is just going to put me through the paces as her sex slave, why get dressed up? I don't have time to think, though, as you yank me up by the hair and march me to my bedroom. The lights are off when we got in, and you push me forward onto the bed. I fall forward, face down. 

"Get naked, bitch."

I dutifully oblige, turning over on the bed and making my way to the edge. I take off my pants and then my boxers, my cock springing free, and stand in front of you for your inspection.

"You look okay, but tonight will require a little something... 'extra,'" you say with a devilish grin. "Yes, Miss, whatever you say." You walk to the dresser and come back with a small bag. "Put these on." 

I look inside the bag and find a pair of black thigh-highs and a tan thong. I was startled at first, but not that surprised. You had joked often about me wearing your panties and I'd said no. What better time to make me do it than as Mistress Layla?

I pull on the thong first. It felt slightly uncomfortable but surprisingly smooth next to my skin. It would have been too small even if I didn't have a raging hard-on; under the circumstances it was downright tiny. I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull on the thigh highs. I vaguely notice a small hole near the shin on one of them, but it doesn't really register.

"Good. Now stand up." I do as I'm told. Reaching into my closet, you pick out a blue button down shirt and a pair of gray slacks. "Now these." I'm confused again. What amusement would you get out of my wearing a thong and stockings if they were hidden? Still, obediently, I put them on. "Put on your shoes, get your keys and get your wallet," you order. "We're leaving."

You want me to go out like this?! I must have paused for a second too long, because before I knew it you had unzipped your purse, taken out my belt, and whipped me across the ass. "And don't dawdle." You walk out of the room ahead of me, making sure to rub my hard cock once through the thong and slacks. 

The cab ride into Boston was uneventful. I didn't know why we were going to the Prudential Center, but I assumed you had some sort of plan. My mind raced, trying to guess at your scheme. All I knew was that I was tremendously turned out and intensely curious. None of our scenes had ever gone beyond the bedroom and occasional e-mails. I was nervous and excited trying to figure out where this all would lead.

Perhaps because we keep our scenes to ourselves, so much so that you refused to even talk to strangers about it over e-mail, I was shocked to hear your words to the cab driver when we arrived at the Pru: "Thanks for the ride. My little bitch will pay you." Stunned, I dumbly hand the driver a twenty. I ask for six dollars back as you stand by the curb, looking absolutely magnificent, tapping your foot and looking at your watch. 

As I hurry out of the cab you walk briskly toward the front door. You don't even look back at me as you speak. "Eighteen seconds. That will be eighteen lashes later today."

"Now that's not fair!" I protest, hurrying to catch up. "It's not my fault he was slow at making change!"

You stop short and whirl around to look at me. "Triple that. Fifty-four. Eighteen more for talking back to me and another eighteen for being too cheap to give him a twenty. I don't have time to stand around waiting for you to save six dollars." I stand there speechless. I couldn't remember ever getting more than a handful of lashes at a time, never more than maybe a dozen in a night. Fifty-four??

"Seventy-two. Another eighteen for standing there like a dipshit and not opening the door for me." I hurry around you to open the door, silently imagining getting whipped seventy-two times. I hoped at a minimum that they wouldn't be consecutive.

I stand behind you on the escalator and admired your body from the back. The brown dress was remarkably sexy, clinging to your every curve. You stand a step above me, making it even easier to admire your fantastic ass. As I do so, you back toward me, pressing your ass into my body. Then you step down onto my level and subtly pressed your ass against my crotch, pinning me between your body and the escalator's rail. You reach back and slowly start rubbing my crotch, then cupping my balls, then grabbing my cock. The pleasure soon turns to pain, however, as you increase the force of your grip, getting tighter and tighter. I feel like my cock is about to explode, but luckily we reach the top of the escalator and you release me.

We walk quickly through the mall and after one pit stop ("Go buy some dark chocolates from that store over there and feed them to me while we walk") we're at Victoria's Secret. My semi-erect cock starts stirring again. Maybe you would have your bitch accompany you around the store while you decide what sexy lingerie to buy!

We wander through the store as you talk to yourself, occasionally handing me something to hold. After a few minutes, I've got a couple of thongs, a pair of boyshorts, and a "v-string," when we approach a saleswoman in a relatively empty corner of the store. She's relatively young, maybe thirty, and pretty attractive herself. Subconsciously, a thought enters my mind. "Maybe she'll be impressed with me because I'm with such a hot woman."

Well, if she was, that possibility soon evaporated. "Excuse me," you say to the woman, "can you help us decide which pair of panties my slut should wear?" Though I was ashamed, my cock perked at hearing you talk about me like that, and the woman looked up. "The thing is, he's wearing a tan thong right now, but I don't really like the color. What do you think?" You look over at me impatiently. "Come on, bitch, show her your thong." I stare back, shocked, unable to believe what you're asking me to do. "Here?!" I think silently. "In the store? What if someone walks in? What if someone I know walks in?!"

In a split-second, you raise your hand and slap me across the face. "Now." I quietly undo my belt and lower my pants slightly. Despite (or, more accurately, because of) the humiliation, my cock was rock-hard. I hold up the pants awkwardly with one hand. Reaching forward with both hands, you yank them down to my ankles. "There, see," you say, as I stand completely exposed, "I don't think the tan looks good with his skin tone."

The bemused saleswoman played along as I tried to pull the pants up and conceal myself. She takes the stack of panties from my arm, looking at each one and then back at me, debating to herself. Finally, she hands you a hot pink thong. "I think this will do nicely." I buckle up my belt and get ready to go, but you grab my arm. "We've got another problem." You tell the saleswoman. You lift up my right pant leg to reveal the thigh-high I'm wearing. "There's a run in his stocking." 

The saleswoman leads you off to find a suitable pair of stockings as I stand in the corner silently, as much out of embarrassment as because you hadn't directed me to follow. Eventually, I make my way to the counter, pay for our things, and get ready to leave. I pay, and we walk out, me carrying the pink Victoria's Secret bag (of course). "Let's get some drinks," you declare.

We walk across the Prudential to the Marriott and make our way to the hotel's bar. A few people are there, but not too many (probably good for me, I think to myself). We make our way toward the bar, and as we do, I notice you looking at a guy across the way. He seems to be in his early thirties, probably a junior executive at some company or a young partner at an investment bank. He looks back and waves and you wink in reply.

"Mistress, may I ask if you know that gentleman?" 

Your raise your hand and slaps me across the face. "No, you may not ask. But since I'm feeling generous I'll tell you anyway: no, I don't know him. Now buy me a drink and sit over there," you order, pointing to a table near the bar. 

I purchase a glass of Pinot Grigio, set it on the bar for you, and make my way to the table just a few feet away. As I watch you sexily sipping your wine, the guy from across the bar makes his way toward you. Since I'm a few feet away, I can only hear snippets of your conversation.

"...your boyfriend? ... No, just my little bitch ... school? Working? ... lawyer... large New York firm...works as my sexretary ...does that mean? ... all-around slave, office and at home..."

The conversation goes on and I can't believe what's happening. I don't think I've ever seen you flirt this openly, let alone with a complete stranger. And in that brown dress! You're obviously not wearing a bra, and given how you're leaning forward — and how he keeps stealing glances at your chest — it's pretty clear that he's figured it out, too.

"...buy you another drink? No, my slut will get us drinks." You turn to me. "Bitch, buy us another round."

"Yes, Miss." I do as I'm told, trying to hide the obvious erection pitching a tent in my pants. Between the thong and stockings and being humiliated in front of yet another total stranger, I'm shocked — but incredibly aroused. 

I return to my seat and again can only hear pieces of your conversation. He's hanging on your every word, but it's obvious that nothing you're saying is true! You're telling him the Mistress Layla story — hiring sexretaries, having them fuck you in front of clients, banging jurors to get verdicts to go your way, and more — and he thinks it's all true. 

Your conversation goes on. "...corresponded by memorandum...tested him out last July...hired him on the spot...submissive little cunt but he does good work..."

By this point, several drinks in, the guy isn't even pretending to look at your face. He seems captivated (who wouldn't be?) by your nipples playing peek-a-boo behind the fabric of your dress. You're obviously enjoying the attention, and I'm so horny I can barely contain myself. As he leans closer to you, it's obvious he's moving in to make out. I'm shocked. Are you really going to do it?? He leans in even more and you slap his face away. In what seems like one motion, you reach into your purse, grab a piece of paper, slam it down on the bar, down your drink, get up, and walk over to me.

"Get up, bitch, we're leaving." 

Confused by what transpired, I follow you out of the bar. "Mistress, may I ask what it said on the piece of paper you gave him?"

You turn around and look at me and smile. "Yes, you may." You reach into your purse and hand me another piece of paper. It's one of our old "sexretary application" e-mails, with a portion highlighted: "Many assume that they will one day get to spread my legs and sink into my pussy. They are of course wrong, but I don't disabuse them of the notion right away."

I look up at you, incredibly aroused by what's just transpired, a half-smile on my face. You look back sternly. "Wipe that grin off your face. You've still got seventy-two lashes coming, and the night isn't over yet."

***



Mistress Takes Me To A Nudist Beach



I'd been serving my Mistress for a few weeks when she suggested that maybe we should go away on holiday. We had met via a UK BDSM website. I'm 30, five foot 8 and have a thing for mature dominant BBW. Mistress Viv totally fitted the bill. She was in her late 40s, about 5 foot 7, big all over and very voluptuous. 

We found a lovely villa with a pool on the island of Fuerteventura. The villa was very private from neighbours and only a short stroll from the nearest town. After a couple of days Mistress told me she had found a lovely beach on the other side of the island; a beach with a slight twist. Up until now we had been really lazy, sunbathing by the pool and me attending to her throughout; as a good sub should!

We hired a car and drove over to the beach. We left fairly early in the morning when the air was cool. As we drove closer it was clear that this wasn't your average beach, but a nudist beach! Mistress winked at me and made it clear that there is no going back. Now we had both been nude, or rather I had been, nearly the whole time back at the Villa. That was fine as we were alone. However, being nude in front of others was a different kettle of fish. You see whilst I'm content with my body as a whole, one part of it really let me down: my very small penis. And it was this reason Mistress brought me here, to humiliate me!

I unloaded the car and we both found a patch, not central, to set-up our stuff. The beach was beautiful and not too busy. I put the towels down and then we both stripped off. I catered for Mistress throughout, making sure she had cold drinks, adequate sun cream on her and that the parasol was wasn't leaving her too exposed. I loved applying the cream and the privilege of touching her sensual body. In fact my pleasure was obvious as I couldn't avoid getting an erection, which she took great delight in teasing me about. For much of the morning we lay reading books, chatting away, Mistress mocking me for lying on my front and watching the world go by.

After a short while Mistress wanted to make sure that my little penis was on show to humiliate me: making go into the cold sea and walk pass the people sunbathing. The sea was very cold at this part of the day and it gave a lot of shrinkage which Mistress thought was hiliarious. Mistress also took great delight in pointing out how small I was compared to the other men on the beach; indeed clearly being excited by those that were particularly well endowed.

After lunch a couple sat down near us and who happened to be from England. Both of them (Brenda and Bob) were in their late 40s and very friendly. Brenda was a curvy attractive lady while Bob was about 6foot and fairly portly. The four of us immediately hit it off and we chatted away about our holidays so far and restaurants that we had visited. It felt really strange to be sitting around naked, talking to people who were also naked and who we didn't know 10 minutes earlier! But it was also amazing how comfortable it was. It wasn't long before I noticed that Bob sported a very large cock but not only that, Mistress was clearly giving it admiring glances! It was much longer and thicker than my dick anyway! 

Mistress then told me to go get some drinks and I offered to get Bob and Brenda some too. I returned carrying them and totally exposed. When we were sitting chatting, before, I was sitting behind Mistress and they couldn't see my groin area. Mistress said "Good Boy" as I handed her her drink. What shocked me more was Brenda as she said "He is a good little boy!" I blushed bright red! To which Mistress replied "Yes, he is a good little boy", which lead to them all giggling at my expense. Brenda's response indicated that maybe they were both kinky too. 

We continued to sit around chatting as the day wore on. Throughout it was obvious that Mistress was struggling not to look at Bob's member. She had earlier whispered to me, while they went for a swim in the sea "Have you seen Bob's cock? It's very impressive, it's lovely, big and solid unlike your pathetic little penis" I nodded in agreement, a little wounded but very turned on about it.

When they returned to their towels, Bob headed off to get some drinks. Brenda turned to Mistress and said " I see you like Bob's cock - nice isn't it?" and winked at her. "Is James your boyfriend, if you don't mind me asking?". I just sat there passively listening in.

"My Boyfriend? Oh no hun, he's my little man about the house...does my chores and whatever else I ask of him. But no, he isn't my boyfriend or lover. There are a couple of guys back home that take care of that particular need. Poor little james just isn't up to the job! Look at his little pecker, not much use to me" "So I see" laughed Brenda "So how about you and Bob? You seem very relaxed around here".

"Yes, we've been here a few times. It's very liberal, just how we both like it!" Brenda said with a beaming smile.

"Us too. Well, more me but James will do anything I tell him to. He's like a little pet".

"Sounds like a good way to live. Bob would never be like James and let me boss him around".

Bob had now returned with the drinks. Mistress then announced "Why don't you both come back to our villa after these drinks. It's very secluded". Brenda and Bob gave their clear approval. I on the other hand wondered what this would entail for me.

It was about 4pm when we got back, and the sun was still out and very strong. Mistress invited them to use the sunbeds by the pool, and without hesitation they headed straight for them. Bob sat on a sunbed between his wife Brenda and Mistress. It was clear that Brenda had told Bob all about my relationship with Mistress Viv. Mistress ordered me to get some drinks from the fridge. I handed out the cool San Miguels with Brenda saying "thanks little man"

Mistress laughed and said "Oh, you've noticed how little he is then?" Brenda then took Bobs cock and started to stroke it and then invited Mistress to take over saying "I bet you'd love to feel a cock this holiday, you haven't so far! Gone on, stroke it" I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing. Bob was sitting back with his hands behind his head in his element. But despite it, my own feelings were given away as my small dick was rock hard and pointing at the three of them as I stood watching at the foot of the sun beds.

I watched Mistress as she stroked Bob's cock "mmm...oh James...look at Bob's big cock. It's magnificent. And your poor little dick; it's just a toy. Look at the comparison!" which lead to all three of them laughing. Brenda was now casually stroking her clit, which annoyed Mistress.

"Now Brenda, james little dick may not be much to look at but...james where are your manners...letting a lady have to please herself...get down here now" Mistress pointed at the spare sun bed and ordered me to lie on it. "There Brenda, don't do it yourself, use james tongue!" Brenda walked over and lowered her pussy onto my mouth, with her bum covering my face. I started licking her for all I was worth. Flicking at her clit and occasionally inserting my tongue. Her pussy was soaking wet and I was loving it. I was dying to cum and started to wave my cock in the air with my hips.

"Surely that's better hun?" Mistress enquired. Brenda just moaned back and nodded. Brenda then grinded her bum into my face, reached forward and slapped my dick. I did my best to make Brenda come. Mistress was still slowly stroking Bob as they watched me service Brenda. It didn't take Brenda long to cum which was received by a round of applause from Mistress and Bob. I loved it. 

As Brenda got off me I saw Mistress with her hand wrapped around Bobs now fully erect cock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I'd never seen Mistress like this. Whilst I knew I was her slave and not her lover, I always hoped that one day I would get to have sex with her and be her lover. The look on her face told me that I'd never be more than her slave. I could see how much Mistress was enjoying it

Mistress then came over to me and told me to get her ready for Bob's huge cock. I was still lying on the sunbed and face was still covered with Brenda's jucies. My own dick was leaking a little from all the excitement and Mistress wiped it off and offered her finger to me to lick clean "dribbling again james?" I nodded "Yes Mistress, I can't help it, please let me cum". "Now dear, we're not here for your pleasure, but you're here for ours." 

Mistress then lowered her pussy onto my face and I worshipped her pussy for a few minutes. She was already very wet. Mistress then got off and told Brenda to keep an eye on me "Brenda, be a dear, can you tidy up James if he continues to dribble and make sure he doesn't play with his little toy"



"No problem Viv. He is a little dribbler, isn't he?". As she came over to sit with me.



"Don't forget your manners james" Mistress scolds me. 



"Thank you Brenda". I said meekly

Mistress was now back next to Bob who was casually stroking his huge cock. "Now James, this is how a real man fucks. Watch carefully. Brenda, you're such a lucky woman to have Bob. Bob, I hope you appreciate Brenda" Almost dominating all 3 of us! "James, ask Bob to fuck your Mistress with his big cock".

I felt utterly humiliated, yet I couldn't help being so aroused by it all. "Bob, please fuck my Mistress with your big cock". 



Mistress demanded "I can't hear you, say it again, say what you want!"



"I want to watch you more than anything. I want to see you get pleasure from Bob that I could only dream of!"



"I bet you want to play with your little dick when you watch your Mistress with my Bob? Shame you're not allowed" Brenda whispered in my ear.



Mistress was lying at an angle so that I could see everything. "Are you ready for me Viv?" Bob asked.



"Just put it in, I need your big hard cock"



I watched as Bob started to slide his cock into her. "OOh james..... bob is so big......and hard....." pausing between to catch her breath as she spoke. All the while Brenda was feeding me my precum. I was so jealous of Bob. I wanted that to be me, but yet I was so excited and loved it. The sunlounger was struggling to take their combined weight and Mistress ordered me over to put the sunbed mattress on the floor. I couldn't help but watch Bob's cock slde in and out, with Mistress face glowing.



Mistress then got off the sunbed and went on all 4s on the matress. Bob positioned himself behind Mistress, while she ordered me to kneel in front of her.

"kneel down so i can put my hands on your shoulders.... you have a full view now of bob fucking me doggie..." I do as I'm told. Mistress looked me in the eye throughout and i loved the reaction she has as he slid into her. I watched as her huge breasts swayed to the fucking. Brenda was now watching next to us and masturbating. Mistress whispered into my ear "look how he fills me up......turns me on..... will make me cum so hard...see how I could never settle for you puny dick...oh god this is amazing. He's fucking me like I need to be fucked...fucking me like you never could"

"yes Mistress..thank you for letting me watch"

"Play with your little prick, as you watch Bob fuck me. I want to see you cum. Look Brenda, look at my little pet rubbing his cock for all it's worth". I literally couldn't hold back. I came instantly, shooting my cum onto the floor. Brenda laughed. "That was pathetic, you lasted less than 5 seconds! You clearly love watching your Mistress being fucked by my husband" Bob was still working working his cock into Mistress "Fuck me harder Bob, i love your big cock inside me" I found my cock getting hard again already! It was at that point both Bob and my Mistress climaxed together.

Bob rolled off, exhausted, with his cock flopping onto his thigh. While he took a breather, Mistress asked Brenda if she had played with a dick as small as mine. Brenda laughed a no. "It is tiny but very excitable. Have a play, make him cum on my tits". Mistress was also a little worn out and sat back in the lounger. Brenda wanked me above Mistress ample bosom and after a few minutes I cum all over them. Mistress then made me crawl on top of her and lick her breasts clean. I love licking and sucking on Mistress nipples.

By now Brenda was as wet as the sea and crying out to be fucked. Mistress leaned over and started to suck on his cock to bring it back to life. Another thing that she would never do to me! Bob then went over to his wife and fucked her too. While this was going on Mistress ordered me to get between her legs and lick her spent pussy, which was oozing Bobs cum. "Know you place boy. Clean me all up boy" I licked away as I could hear Mistress groan and Bob pound Brenda. Mistress let out a "mmmmmmmmmmm, it's where I love you best boy, your tongue between my legs" as I licked Mistress as best I could, which I loved too. It didnt take long for Brenda to orgasm and Mistress to follow not long after.

It was a truely amazing afternoon.

The end or to be continued?!?



Mistress Tamra



The lights were off in the bedroom when I walked in. I stopped at the door to let my eyes get used to the semi-darkness, and there she was, naked, smiling, on the bed. Then I saw him, too, standing in the corner as still as if he were tied up and as silent as if he were gagged.

I smiled at her as I caught her eye, and slowly pulled off my t-shirt. I kicked my shoes into the corner, barely missing him. He didn't flinch. I was already getting hard as I dropped my pants to the floor and began sliding my pants down. By the time I climbed onto the bed, I was as hard as a rock, ready for some action. Over in the corner, he remained motionless except for his eyes, watching me like a hawk, and his cock, which twitched every now and then as if it were ready to start cumming. 

My eyes were accustomed to the ambient light now, and I could see that her slave had attached restraints to her wrists and ankles that were connected to straps that disappeared over the side of the bed. It became clear that she couldn't move much, and I was pleased. It must have been very difficult for her slave to restrain her so, but her wish was his command, and he dared not disobey. I decided to proceed in silence and go with what came natural. 

I knelt by her head and offered my cock to her. She opened her mouth and took it in -- all of it. I edged a little closer to her so she could take it more easily, and she responded by moving up and down on it, slurping and sucking on it. She has a talent for giving the best head I have ever experienced, and she held back nothing. She couldn't use her hands, but I never noticed, so good was she with her mouth alone. I felt her tits as she sucked, and they responded magnificently. Her nipples hardened almost instantly. Knowing what I would find, I reached for her pussy. With my cock in her mouth, I leaned over and sucked on her left nipple as I slipped a finger inside her. She was dripping wet and pulsating with exciting. I rubbed her clit softly with my thumb, and that was all it took. With my cock in her mouth, my mouth on her nipple, my fingers in her cunt and my thumb on her clit, the sensations overcame her and she began to cum. Her hips bucked up and down, as far as she could with her restraints in place. She moaned and moaned, vibrating my cock in her mouth as she came. 

Over in the corner, I snuck a look at her slave and caught his eye. He looked at me, then at his master, then back at me, and as her moans subsided, I told him I was going to fuck his master. Almost imperceptibly, he shook his head, "No." He knew better than to resist, but he wanted to badly. You see, his master was his wife. 

I loosened the restraints from her ankles and rolled her over, crossing her arms underneath her. She got up on her knees, and I positioned her so he could see her pussy, and I buried my cock inside of her. As I pounded her as hard as I could, she started cumming again, and pleaded with me to fuck her harder. "Please," she shouted, "please, fuck me hard. Harder!"

For a couple of minutes I pounded her pussy in silence, grunting and sweating as I fucked her. Finally, I had to stop and breathe for a minute, and I made sure her slave was watching close. 

"Ok, Mistress Tamra, do you want me to fuck your ass?"

"Oh god, yes. I want you to fuck my ass."

"Good," I said. "Beg me. You'll get no cock in your ass until you really beg for it. Now beg." 

Mistress Tamra, the queen of all, started begging me to fuck her ass. I rubbed my cock against her cunt and her asshole, teasing her. "Please fuck my ass. Oh please, please fuck my ass! I'm begging you please, please fuck my ass. Give me your cock. Please."

It was all I could take, to hear her and not fill her with my hard cock. And at last I gave in, and pushed the head of my cock inside her tight butt. She gasped and couldn't breathe for a second, then started screaming. She prayed to god and praised him and me and my cock. I stroked into her deep, and then hard. I fucked her hard, pounding my cock inside her, pulling it almost all the way out, and ramming it in again. I put all the force and strength of my six feet three inches and two hundred forty pounds into in, rocking and ravaging her asshole. 

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum," I hollered, and shot my load into Mistress Tamra's tight bunghole. It was hot and wet as it filled her, and I stroked and stroked until there was not cum left in my balls. I leaned on her back, spent and breathing hard. I glanced at her slave and motioned for him to come closer. He hesitated but obeyed. I told Mistress Tamra not to move, and as I pulled my now soft cock from her ass. "Clean it up," I told her slave as my cum started to drip from her ass. 

The words had scarcely left my mouth when her slave started cumming. His cock switched and bounced and jets of hot jism shot out of his cock and onto Mistress Tamra's side and back. "Clean her up, too." 

I lay back on the bed and relaxed, just enjoying the sight as her slave licked my cum off of her ass, sucked my cum from her asshole, then licked his own cum off of his master. He finished, and Mistress Tamra rolled over and snuggled close to me. "Don't think you can relax just yet," she said to him, "clean up my friend's cock now. Clean up his cock. Now."

He hesitated, but one look from her set him straight.

Her slave bent over my cock, and as we watched, he put his mouth to my cock and sucked it clean. He sucked my cum and her ass taste from my cock, and as he straightened up, we could see that his cock was harder than it had been all day.



Mistress Theresa



Early afternoon, in a condo by the Ocean, Mistress Teresa orders me to strip nude, start a fire in the fireplace, chill wine, warm massage oil, and setup the massage table in the middle of the large, sunken living room. Doing this nude, gently gets Mistress Teresa in the mood for the evenings entertainment, which is to completely pamper Mistress Teresa and her friend, Julia.

Mistress Teresa has me remove all her clothing, slowly, kissing each area of newly exposed skin, telling me if I miss any skin, I will be punished. Since this is a new game we are starting, I have no way of knowing what sort of punishment to expect, and the unknown quality has the effect of exciting me, even more than showering my Mistress's flesh with pleasuring attention. As I remove her pants from her ankles, she loses her balance a little, and scolds me for causing her to nearly fall. This is unforgivable, I am told, I must learn my role better. I am told to hold my penis out, so Mistress Teresa may put a wide, small rubber band behind the head, then, I am told to lie over Mistress Teresa's lap for a spanking. As I lie as directed, Mistress Teresa guides my penis between her thighs, imprisoning it tightly. I am spanked rudely, and with gusto, until my cheeks are red, and just as Mistress Teresa is about to quit because her hands are hurting, Julia enters, sees what is going on, and with a gleeful squeel, takes over the spanking. Mistress Teresa pays more attention to fondling my penis, which has become hard from the constant frection of Mistress Teresa's thighs. The discomfort of the spanking is complicated by the emotions of the band around my penis, both of which are new to me, and the sensations are coalescing in my pelvis, I cannot tell which sensation is coming from which area. I am told to slide off Mistress Teresas lap, and start lapping at Mistress Teresa's pussy. 

Julia has started a constant rhythm on my ass cheeks, sitting astride my back, squeezing my sides with her legs, rubbing forward & backward on my back, I can tell she is getting off on the panties rubbing her crotch. Mistress Teresa grasps the sides of my head, pulling my face into her pussy, bouncing up & down on the couch, pulling my face up her pussy when she decends, pushing my face down her pussy when she strains upward. It feels as if she will pull my ears off, I can feel her nails cutting into the back & side of my left ear, now I really cannot tell from which area the sensations are coming, but one thing I am certain of: I had better not allow myself to come. I have been warned of severe punishment if I do, and if this is lovemaking, I sure don't want to find out what 'severe punishment' is. I begin to wonder if I will survive this weekend, and if I do, will I care?

Mistress Teresa strains into my face, mouthing a long string of sounds, I am getting dizzy from lack of breathing, my cock is pulsing with each swat on my butt, when Mistress Teresa begins to relax the grip on my ears, and I can gasp a breath of air. Julia senses Mistress Teresa is done with my mouth, swings her leg over my back, tells me to take off her clothes as she leans over to retrieve Mistress Teresa's glass of wine, which she sips, looking at me fussing with her buttons and zippers. Julia pours some wine on my forehead, and bends to lick it off my face, while she reaches down & squeezes my cock, which is standing straight up, more engorged than it has been for a long time.

Julia then pours some wine between her breasts while looking at me, and I understand I am to lick it off her lovely skin. Since I am gazing straight at her pretty belly button, I begin my licking here, making it as sensual as I can, thinking that I must keep her from touching my penis, or I will surely suffer pain this night. I lick sensusly as I am able, willing her nerves to respond to my touch, licking, pulsing my tongue against her flesh, kissing, gently nibbling my up her torso, under her breasts, one, then the other, sucking, licking, biting, until I finally grasp a nipple with my searching, sucking lips, feeling her body lean towards my mouth, I tongue the nipple, sucking gently, in waves, I gently place my hands on the back of her legs, tickling gently upwards with one hand, while the other circles above her other knee, until both hands are on the same thigh, the inner hand gently caresses it's way upward, toward the heat I can feel through her panties, her knees spread slightly, allowing my fingers to caress but not invade.

Julia backs a step, pushing my head gently away from her breast, telling me to finish removing her shirt, then her shoes and socks. She backs towards a chair across from Mistress Teresa, who is now watching us, fingering the wetness between her thighs, rubbing her juices into the skin on both sides of her pussy, and up onto her belly.  Julia tells me to lick her pussy, she wants to feel my tongue inside her body, but I cannot move her panties with my hands. AND, I had better not pull any of her pussy hairs, unless I want to continue with the spanking, or worse. At these words, I feel an incredible tingle shoot through me, and at first I think I have ejaculated, but there is only one spasm, and it does not seem to have caused me to come, as I advance on Julia's cunt, crawling closer and closer to her wet panties, wondering how I am going to be able to fulfull her commands.

I am trying to make Julia's skin wet enough, around her pussy area, to be able to hook my tongue under the panties without pulling any hairs, and Julia is enjoying my attentions very much, judging by her undulations of her pelvis, the rythmic movements of her guiding hands on my head, and the humming sounds she is making, when I feel something cool placed around my waist, a belt of some sort, Mistress Teresa must be putting a belt on me, I wonder what is going on. Then Julia tells me, that I am about to pleasure two women in a very strange way, that Mistress Teresa is mounting a dildo harness on me, backwards, and as I feel the most incredible sensations, it becomes clear Mistress Teresa has impaled herself on a dildo, strapped to me, and is fucking it, while fondling my cock and balls, and the rest of my body, from her vantage point. I gasp 'Mistress Teresa, you forbid me to come, please, may I?' Julia presses my face back into her cunt, saying 'SILENCE'. Mistress Teresa says 'you still cannot come, unless you want to be punished'. I give up any hope of avoiding this 'punishment', it seems to be a planned item on their agenda. I feel Julia spreading her legs very wide, her vulva gapes upen, and I press foreward, taking a BIG chance, grab a bit of her panties in the center with my teeth, bite hard, and back up, ripping a hole in her panties. I instantly press foreward, pushing my tongue into the hole, also into her vagina, spearing as far into her body as I am able, crushing her clit between us, twisting my tongue, trying to work my lips inside the panty hole, working it bigger, bigger, then I grasp her clit between my lips, skinning it's protective sheath back, sucking in pulsing waves, undulating my lip pressure, while flicking my tongue, then running the full length of my tongue, across her unprotected clit. IT WORKS: she is grasping my head, pressing my face savagely into her cunt, rubbing, pounding, bouncing her butt on the cushion, mouthing over and over: 'damn you...damn you...', then loudly, 'GODDAMMMNYOUUU'. Straining her body into my face, while trying to spread her legs impossibly sidewards, as if she is trying to stuff my whole head inside her body. As Julia relaxes, the iron grip on my head is loosened, I can breath great gulps of air, and I feel the curious sensation of Mistress Teresa fucking the dildo, she has let go of my prick, and she is raking her LONG,SHAARP nails down my back, it is very painful, but stangely, it doesn't seem to matter, as if I can ignore pain. It is the curious sensation of being fucked without feeling a pussy on my cock. And from behind. Her body movements are familiar, but in an unfamialiar position. I can share some of Mistress Teresa's excitement, but not enough to make me want to come. After Mistress Teresa has come, and slid down the dildo to the floor, I turn, and begin to gently lick her pussy, and her legs open for me. Julia then moves in beside my head, pushing me away, Julia wants to lick this pussy, Julia wants to taste her friend's juices, and since I had both pussies lately, I move to Mistress Teresa's face, and begin licking and kissing her other lips, which smile and welcome me inside.

Julia is loving the licking she is giving Mistress Teresa, I can tell that Julia has been wanting to lick this pussy for a long time, and is now taking advantage of the situation. Since I am afraid to ejacualate, I adjust my dildo belt, and penetrate Julia's pussy with the cockhead, which slides gently within. Julia moans pleasurably, wiggles her butt, and moves backwards slightly, welcoming the cock into her body. Since I now have the power to stroke as long as my back muscles hold out, I begin a gentle, long, rythmic stroking into Julia's pussy. Julia is actually enjoying making love to a pussy, as much as being fucked so gently, and throughly, she seems to become oblivious to everything except this sex. Mistress Teresa, is enjoying her pussy being loved by another woman, and to her surprise, she finds she prefers the strokes given as only another woman could possibly know to give them. Mistress Teresa is sure, she wants to make Julia feel at least as good as Julia is making her feel.

...and so the three of us, gently, lick, and suck, and fuck ourselves to exhaustion, waking in the cool, dark hours of the morning, running across the compound, across the sandy parking lot, over the dunes, into the surf, where I find I still have the damn rubber band around my cock...but I am still afraid to take it off...