3 comments/ 39513 views/ 2 favorites Mistress Alex By: latexcd69 My eyes slowly opened. I tried moving but couldn't. The rope that bound me was tight and the room was dark. Shadows of objects were visible but nothing could be made out. Some sort of mask covered my face. It reeked of leather. Through the silence, a woman's voice rose "Look who decided to wake up. Such a small dose did a number on you. Quite the pussy aren't we?" "W-What is going on here? What are you doing to me?" She laughed as I heard a lighter flicker. Smoke filled the air. I smelled it. "Whatever the fuck I want sissy boy. If you know what's good for you, you'll do everything I ask without questioning my authority." My head whipped to the left as she smacked me with such force. The light from the cigarette shined as smoke flowed from her lips. "You will address me as Mistress Alex and nothing else, you got it you filthy pig?" she sternly said, clinching my chin in her hand. I shook my head. What else could I do. I figured if I played along I would be okay. Smiling, mistress said, "Good. Now I'm going to untie you and I want your naked ass on all fours. It's time for me to have some fun with my new toy." Thoughts raced rapidly. Was she referring to me as a toy or was she planning to use some kind of object on me. This worried me a bit but once again I knew there was little I could do but obey so I got on all fours once I was freed from the restraints. "That's a nice tight ass," she said as she rubbed cold lubricant along my hole with her latex covered fingers, pushing them slightly in causing me to push my body forward. "Mm I'm going to have fun with this." Mistress reached back and threw her hand forward for a nice hard smack on my ass. Turning my head a bit, I noticed her lubing up a rather large strap on. I just hoped it would fit without too much force. I closed my eyes as I felt a pinch and then a lot of pressure. "You like that you sissy bitch? You love that cock in your ass, don't you?" I groaned, "Yes mistress" "Mmm there, such a good slut. Now you have all 10 inches of my cock inside of you. My big black cock is deep in your ass and you love it, don't you? Tell me how much you love it. Tell me you love cock." After a moment of having to try to spit it out in between biting my lip from pain I spoke up, "Yes I love your cock in me. I love cock. I'm a cock whore." "Yes you are slut. You love taking it all in you and when I'm done you are gonna eat your ass off my cock." Now that the dick had stretched my ass out a bit and I was becoming more calm and not tightening up, she had no problem getting in and out. Her speed quickened. Slapping my ass in between hard thrusts that sent me flying forward. Suddenly I realized that I had a rock hard dick, I was really enjoying this. It was starting to feel sensational and I worried I would cum, especially when she reached around and squeezed my cock while fucking me. "Don't cum until I tell you to slut. You will be punished if you do." I tried concentrating on non erotic things but the latex gripping my hard cock was too much to handle when I had a big dick inside me at the same time. I couldn't take it any longer as I thrust my dick forward. Shot after shot of hot semen exploded into her hand. She stared me down, then yelled at me. I worried what she would do next. "You piece of shit. I didn't tell you to cum. Suck that shit off my cock you fuck slut," she screamed as she shoved the dirty dildo into my mouth. It tasted awful but I did as I was told. To my surprise, she then took her cum covered hand and whipped it all over her strap on then shoved it back into my mouth. "Yes, suck all your shit and sperm off. Tasty isn't it? That's all you are good for. To clean up messes you worthless fuck." Mistress smacked me across the face harder than I had ever been smacked before spitting on me. Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked away. Was I to stay put? Was I allowed to leave? I figured out the answers to my questions quickly when I could over hear her talking to a couple of people. I wasn't done being used. Two leather masked men came in, walking in front of mistress, each on a leash. Her smile scared me. She had something planned. I gulped and waited for what was next. Mistress Alice I had been out late at a friend's party, maybe eleven thirty or so, I wasn't generally out this late unless I was with friends. Which I had been until a few minutes ago and probably would have been with them now too, if what happened, had not just happened. I had driven to the party with a couple of my friends, including my girlfriend of four years, Nicole. It had been a good night with lots of fun, and of course, I had been drinking a bit. Come to think of it, I should never have been driving at this point. It wasn't like I was totally wasted, but right now I just didn't care. I had to get out of there and get as far away as possible. You might feel the same way... if you had just walked in on your girlfriend of four years having sex with your best friend since kindergarten. She'd left her cell phone in the living room where I was talking with friends, and when I saw that she had received a text message, I grabbed the phone and went to take it to her. Finally searching through the upstairs, I opened the door to one of the bedrooms, only to find her in the middle of riding his fucking his cock and screaming his name! They were both drunk as hell, but that could never excuse the awful scene now locked into my memory. I snapped, throwing the cell phone down as I turned and left as fast as I could. I heard them both calling after me, but ignored it and kept running. I got into my truck, started it up, and took off down the street like a bat out of hell, with no intention of looking back. Now I was just riding around... or rather, speeding around, trying to blow off steam before I went back home. I didn't want to go home as angry as I was, and have to explain to my parents why I was in such a bad mood. I didn't want to have to go over the details of what I had just seen. The alcohol was wearing off though and I was starting to feel a little tired. I knew I should either pull over or drive home. It wasn't good to be driving drunk, let alone driving as tired as I was. I made a left turn at the next corner, heading down a street of well-to-do suburban homes. This wasn't too far from my house, and in fact, from here it shouldn't have taken me more than five minutes before I would be pulling up in my own driveway. But I couldn't stop thinking about it, replaying that scene over and over again in my head. Feeling myself getting angry again, I leaned on the throttle and sped up a bit without really noticing what I was doing. I made a sharp right turn at the end of the street and somehow my truck started to skid out of control, swerving off to the left. I felt my heart in my throat, my body locked up and I slammed my eyes shut as I veered towards a parked car. Next thing I heard was the inevitable sound of shattering glass and metal against metal as I was thrown forward. Luckily, I did have my seat belt on and so I had saved myself from any serious injuries I might have inflicted on myself if I hadn't. When I opened my eyes, slowly and hesitantly, I found that I had slammed into the back of a parked red Lamborghini. I sighed, biting my lip, realizing I was in some serious shit. There was no way the owner didn't hear the sound of that crash, and once they came out and saw what had happened they would of course demand insurance, call the cops, the cops would find out I had been drinking and my imagination ran wild from that point forward. "Fuck," I yelled, slamming my fists angrily against the steering wheel. Sure enough, I looked up and saw a woman in her mid to late thirties coming out of the house that the car had been parked next to. She was wearing a dark grey bathrobe and a pair of slippers. She had long hair, dyed black, and deep blue eyes. She had a great body with a nice set of tits and from what I could see as she stopped next to her car and bent over to inspect the damage, she also had quite an ass. I snapped myself out of my daze as she walked over to the driver's side of my car and knocked on the window. I took a deep breath and rolled down the window and looked up at her. "Are you alright," she asked in a concerned voice. "Uh... yeah. Thanks for asking." "No problem," she said, "Quite an accident... what happened?" I ran a hand through my hair and sighed, "I um... I turned the corner a little too fast, and lost control. I guess because it just rained and the streets are wet, I should have been going a little slower." She gave me an odd look and I wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but I had a strange feeling she knew there was something else behind the whole thing. "You weren't by any chance drinking were you?" I hesitated, not wanting to answer the question but realizing that by hesitating I wasn't making it look any better on myself. "I... um... y-yeah." She sighed, shaking her head and suddenly the look of sympathy vanished and she appeared pretty pissed off now. "What the hell were you thinking? You could have been killed, or even killed someone else! You totaled my damn car all because you decided to drink and drive. Do you know how much that car cost me?" I looked at the car and tried to think of an estimate. I couldn't imagine. It looked like a really expensive car though, so I could certainly understand why she was so pissed off at me now that she knew I had been drunk. "I hope you have insurance. I'm calling the cops." Insurance... fuck, I thought as I bit my lip. I didn't have insurance at the moment, it had recently expired and I had not yet had the chance to renew. This wasn't looking good for me at all, and once this woman and the police found out I was drunk and uninsured, I was completely fucked. "Don't," I said as she pulled out her cell phone, "please..." She looked at me, waiting for me to continue with a look of confusion on her face. For some reason I decided to tell her everything that had just happened, and hoped she might take a little bit of pity on me... then again, I had just totaled her car. She probably wouldn't give a damn what my night has been like leading up to this point. "I was coming from a party... I just caught my girl cheating on me. I took off... pissed off and wasn't thinking right. I shouldn't have been on the road, but I was just couldn't stay there and I didn't have any other way home. I'm really sorry, I just... I don't have any way to pay for the damages." "So no insurance then," she asked, now sounding even more irritated with me. She sighed, shaking her head and put the phone up to her ear dialing 911 and explaining to the operator what was going on right now. I leaned my head back against the seat and sighed, defeated... I was officially fucked. The woman's name was Alice. She was a single woman in her late thirties who, just my luck, worked as a secretary for a pretty good lawyer, who later of course had offered to help her out with this case. Me, I was just a broke, unemployed dumb ass twenty-something, who had made a huge mistake. "What's your name kid," the police officer asked when they arrived. "David White." "Let me see your ID please?" I handed the officer my ID and he read over it and nodded his head. "Well, at least you're over 21 years old David. But at 23 I would think you'd be smart enough to know not to pull shit like this." The officer handed me back my ID and walked away to start talking to Alice. In the end, my own totaled car and hers were both towed away and I was taken to the local police district where I spent the remainder of the night until my parents showed up the next morning to bail me out. As you can imagine, they were both pretty pissed off at me. Word got back to my now ex-girlfriend Nicole and my friend John, and they tried to pretend to be concerned by sending me text messages, leaving countless voicemails and showing up at my door a few times. I was ignoring them completely though. I was in some serious shit, and part of it was all because they had betrayed me that night. Alice intended on pressing charges and I was going to have to find some way to pay her what I assumed was going to be a shitload of money that I would probably have a really hard time getting a hold of... but then I was also being charged by the state for drunk driving along with reckless driving. About a month went by and first, I would have to deal with whatever the state gave me as a sentencing. I couldn't afford a good lawyer, although my father had a friend that was a lawyer and he stepped in to help. He wasn't the greatest in the world though, so that only got me so far as you can imagine. I guess I can't complain considering I did get off pretty easy. The judge gave me six months of community service, and of course, my driver's license was suspended for a year, as if I could afford a new car anyway. "David, I hope you've learned your lesson," said my dad's lawyer friend, Michael. "You did a stupid thing. I'm glad I could help you. Just please don't do anything like that again, okay?" "Yeah, trust me I won't. Thanks Michael." "No problem. Now, if you need any help with the woman whose car you hit, I'll be happy to assist, but I can't promise you're going to get by as easy as you did with this one. That's a totally different kind of law." I got home from court that day, and went directly upstairs to my bedroom with the intention of lying around and drowning in my depression. I collapsed onto my bed and lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling above me. The events that had taken place recently played through my mind, and for about the hundredth time I found myself wondering how I could have possibly been so stupid. Even considering how pissed and shocked I had been by what I had seen in that room, I shouldn't have gotten behind the wheel that night. I was just drifting off to sleep, when there was a loud knock at my bedroom door that scared the hell out of me and caused me to jump from sleep. "David, are you awake in there," my mother called out to me. "Yeah, I'm up, what's going on?" "There's a phone call for you. It's Ms. Smith, she says its important." Ms. Smith... that would be Alice. Ever since the accident, we had not had any direct communication with each other at all. It had all been through her lawyer, and so I was now wondering why exactly she was calling me herself after all this time, and out of the blue like this. I nervously rolled out of bed, this legal dispute was taking its toll on me and I did not want to hear any more bad news right now. I opened the bedroom door and cautiously accepted the phone from my mother's hand, placing it to my ear, walking back into the room and shutting the door behind me before walking over to my bed and sitting down. I cleared my throat and started to speak into the phone. "Hello?" "Hello David, how are you?" "I uh... I'm good. How are you?" "Well, all things considered, I'm not doing too badly. I heard you had court today for the state charges? How did that go, if you don't mind me asking." "It went alright. I have six months of community service, and my driver's license has been suspended for a year. I guess I can't really complain about all of that too much." "I agree," she said. "You got off pretty easy there. Listen, I called because I may have some good news for you that might cheer you up a bit." Good news? I had definitely not expected good news. What good news could she possibly have for me, I wondered nervously? "Okay... I'm listening." "Well... what if I told you, I'm willing to work out some sort of a deal." "Um... a-a-deal?" "Mmhm... you're flat broke, right? So, no matter what price I demand from you it's going to take a long time before you can afford to pay me anything. So, I may have a better idea. If you accept, I'll drop all the charges and you can forget about all of this legal crap and live life again. At least, after your six months of community service is up anyway." This couldn't be real... this was too good to be true. She was willing to drop all the charges and let me slide, and all I had to do was agree to whatever she had to offer. What did she have to offer, I wondered? What deal could she have up her sleeve that would get me out of this whole situation? "I'm listening," I said curiously. "Tell you what. Why don't you come to my house, and we can discuss it in person. I would rather not talk about it on the phone anyway." "Um... y-yeah," I stammered, "When can I come over?" "How about now. I'll see you in twenty?" I gladly agreed, hung up the phone and jumped up to throw on some clothes before rushing out the door. I briefly explained what was happening, to my mother, who offered me a ride to Alice's house, but I declined. Instead, I opted to ride my bike, figuring it would get me there faster since my mother was a bit of a slow driver. It was a fifteen-minute bike ride from my house to Alice's, and when I arrived, I pulled my bike up to the front door and laid it down in the grass before walking up the steps onto the porch and standing in front of her door. Nervous, I raised my hand and knocked several times on the large wooden door and stood, waiting for an answer. The locks turned, and the door swung open and there was Alice, smiling at me with a look of happiness. She had her black hair pulled into a ponytail and wore a shirt that showed off a bit of cleavage as well as a pair of shorts that gave me a great view of her ass. I broke my attention away from the eye candy, and looked back up at her face. "Glad you could make it, come on inside," she said, motioning me in through the doorway. Inside, I noticed she had a very beautiful house. There was a small living room with a large couch, plenty of space on it and two recliners across from the couch. She had a large entertainment center, a flat screen TV resting on top of it and numerous DVDs lining the shelves. Off to the left were the stairs that led up to the second floor, and just past the steps I could see into the kitchen and dining room area. "Take a seat David, make yourself at home." I sat down, trying to get over my anxiety and cleared my throat. "So uh... I guess we're just waiting for the lawyer to get here?" "The lawyer... oh no David. My lawyer won't be present for this meeting." "H-He won't? "No, that's not necessary. I came up with a pretty decent settlement all on my own, one that really doesn't require any serious negotiations or the presence of a lawyer to oversee and walk me through. The only thing this offer really requires is for you to say yes, and if you do, as I promised, I will drop all of the charges no questions asked." "Oh, okay. Well uh... what's the offer?" She sat down across from me, leaning forward and smiling at me... and that's when I saw something strange. The shorts she had on made it easy to notice, more so now that she was sitting and especially the position she was sitting in at the moment. There was... a very much out of place bulge in the front of her shorts, one that naturally looked a bit odd on a woman in that area. As strange as it was, I knew it couldn't be what I thought it looked like. There was no way... or... was there? "David... first of all... let me start by saying, there are a few things about me that you really don't know. And rightfully so... I don't go telling total strangers my secrets, especially strangers who wreck my car. But for this deal to work, you are going to have to know a little more about me." I was getting more uneasy now, and I could not remove my eyes from that bulge that I had noticed. That along with what she was telling me about secrets and things about her that I didn't know... and I was becoming more and more suspicious. "You see David... I'm not exactly what you think I am." "Mmhm... er, right. Uh... meaning?" "Meaning... I'm not like other women," she said as she stood up. Walking towards me, she was now standing right in front of me, her crotch just inches from my face. I could practically smell the musky aroma through her shorts and hear my heart racing in my ears. She didn't say a word, she just reached down and took my hand and placed it on the bulge in her pants and I froze. I was pretty convinced now, Alice was a transsexual. "You're a man!" "No honey," she laughed, shaking her head. "Not a man. I'm a woman. All woman... I just happen to have something a little extra that most women don't." "That's crazy Alice... no woman has a cock!" "Watch you're tone with me," she shot back, glaring for a moment, then continued, "Now, you know my secret... and we can move forward with discussing my offer." She turned around and sat back down on the recliner across from me and I could still see the bulge in the front of her shorts but I was still trying to comprehend the fact that it actually was what I thought it was. I shook my head, unable to believe what was happening and waited for her to explain to me what the deal was. "Now, as I said I am willing to drop all of the charges on one simple condition. Consider it sort of like community service. Since you cannot afford to pay off the damages to my car in cash, I'll let that slide if you are willing to pay me off... well, in another way." "What way?" She smiled, and leaned back in the recliner, rubbing her cock through the fabric of her shorts and suddenly I understood what this was all really about. "You have to be fucking kidding me." "For the next year, you are my bitch. You do everything I want you to do... sexually of course, and within the terms of the contract I'm about to explain... no questions asked. Say, three times a week? And I'll probably want you to stay on weekends every once in a while too." "I'm not gay," I said, almost sounding repulsed by the idea of this. "Oh come on now David, no one said you were gay. You have to like men to be gay." She stood up and sat down next to me, staring at me seductively and I suddenly felt rather uncomfortable again. She took my hand as she had done earlier and this time placed it on her breasts, allowing me to get a good feel. "Do men have breasts like this baby," she whispered. "No... I can tell you want me. I've known it since the moment we first met when you rammed into my car that night. I see the way you look at me, even when I opened the door for you just a few minutes ago the first thing you noticed were my tits. So, I'm giving you a perfect opportunity, a chance to get a piece of what you obviously want, and to have all the charges against you dropped." I was still having a hard time getting my head wrapped around all of this, but one thing was for sure, I could not afford to pay off the damages on her car. I also did not have the sanity to keep dealing with all of this legal bullshit, it was driving me insane and I was tired of it already. Was I really willing to suck cock and get fucked in the ass just to avoid having to do all of that though? What if my friends found out... or my family even? What would they think of me. Did it matter, as long as I was taking care of my issues even if it meant becoming a hot shemale's sex slave? "How about this," she said suddenly, leaning back on the sofa and showing off her tits perfectly to me. She then slid her hand down under her shorts and I watched as it started moving up and down, stroking her hard cock before sliding out of the shorts and exposing her erection to me. "Why not just give it a taste, just to see what it's like. And then after that, you can decide if you really want to accept the deal." She continued stroking her cock, and I watched, entranced as her hand moved up and down the shaft and over the engorged purple head. "Go ahead," she said smiling, "give it a taste." I couldn't believe I was about to do this, but I really wanted her to drop the charges against me and put this whole thing to rest. I had to do, what I had to do. So... pushing aside my pride, I slid closer to her and leaned down, my face inches from the purple head of her giant cock. She had to be at least eight and a half to nine inches long, definitely much bigger than my own cock.