1 comments/ 105176 views/ 13 favorites Scott's Mistake By: dolorsub It's all too common for career criminals upon their capture to say this was the first time they had ever done anything like that. In Scott Watson's case however, it was true. As Scott filled his plastic bucket with hot water and added the pine-scented cleaning solution, he began to think about why he was doing this. One time, one mistake. He put the bucket on the cold tile of the bathroom and dropped his worn scrub brush in the soapy water. Scott glanced at his reflection in the mirror above the sink and blushed deeply. At 5'7" and 140 pounds, he was in decent shape for 18 years of age. He wore the same thing he always wore in her house – red leather dog collar, matching ankle and wrist cuffs, an "A" cup bra and matching thong panties. Today was Friday so the color of his lingerie was hot pink. He adjusted the bra straps and knelt to the floor. As he grabbed his brush out of the bucket and started to scrub (first bathtub, then floor, then toilet, then sink and counter), he thought back to that one mistake that had cost him so dearly. --- With high school graduation finally over, Scott Watson looked forward to a summer of freedom. With his older sister staying at college for the summer and his parents working long hours, he looked forward to having the house to himself. Sleeping late, TV and videogames. That was his plan for the summer. Oh yeah and trying to finally get laid. But if he didn't, he still had his collection of magazines and pictorials that he had "borrowed" from his uncle's storage building. Those had fueled his masturbation fantasies for years. For some reason, Scott's "collection" trended towards the kinky. He loved the stories and pics of sexy women in bondage being spanked and humiliated. Even though he had most of them memorized, he would read the stories with the pics spread around him as he masturbated. The one with the cute blonde in black lingerie, on her knees, ass in the air while another woman fucked her shaved pussy with an impossibly large dildo always got him off no matter how many times he had jacked off that day. After only a few days of mindless, daytime TV, videogames he had already beaten and jacking off until his dick was sore, Scott was bored. One afternoon, less than a week after graduation, Scott was checking the mailbox when he heard a car approaching. Scott's house was near the end of a dead-end street in a heavily wooded area outside of town. Since it was too early for his parents, he assumed it was his only neighbors, Miss Moore or her hideous daughter, Wanda. He prayed it wasn't Wanda. While her mom was still cute at 36, Wanda must have taken after her dad. She was a big girl, towering over Scott by a good 3 inches and outweighing him by at least 80 pounds. She had big, pendulous breasts that she tried to cover with t-shirts a size too small. And this solid body was topped by a relatively large head with a bulbous nose and a mop of black curly hair usually tied in a ponytail. To make matters worse, she always wanted to talk to Scott which was difficult considering her horrible breath and even worse body odor. But, fortunately, it was not Wanda. Miss Moore pulled the black Lexus up next to Scott and rolled her window down. "Hey, Scott. Congrats on graduation." Scott leaned down to look in the passenger window. "Thanks, Miss Moore." His eyes wandered from her face to check out her long, tanned legs. "How's Wanda doing?" In reality, he could care less how Wanda, the unfortunate result of Miss Moore fucking some football star's brains out on her own graduation night some 19 years earlier, was doing. "Fine I guess. Who knows with that girl?" Miss Moore shifted in her seat slightly causing the short skirt to ride up even further. "You know today's her last day of school. I told her failing sixth grade would screw her life up. She shoulda graduated with you guys." Scott felt his cock start to stiffen as his eyes went from the attractive single mom's eyes and back to her thighs. "So, uh, is she doing anything this summer?" A smile crept across Miss Moore's red lips as she slowly lowered her right leg giving him a brief shot of black silk panties. "Yep. I told her she's not going to lie around on her fat ass all summer. She's got a long list of daily chores and a few special projects to keep her out of trouble." She slowly straightened her legs back out. "Oh well, gotta run. See ya Scott." The car window started back up as she hit the accelerator with a shiny black pump. Scott mumbled bye as he stood up and went back inside. Scott raced back to his room and fantasized about Miss Moore's legs and black panties as he jacked off. He exploded after he thought about Miss Moore being the girl on her knees in his favorite pic. As he lay on his bed in post-orgasmic bliss, he knew what he had to do. He had to get those panties. --- The next morning his alarm blasted him awake. He stumbled downstairs making sure his parents were already gone. He grabbed a coke from the fridge to help him wake up as he had stayed up late going over the every little detail. He sat by his front window and watched as first Wanda left for school in her trashed out Honda then the long-legged brunette rolled by in her Lexus. Scott, dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt, went out his back door and circled through the woods to come up behind the women's house. He watched at the edge of the woods for any movement or sound. He sprinted to the back door and waited. Nothing. He tried the door and found it solidly locked. Scott lifted up the dirty mat, hoping to find a key. He lifted up a few pots filled with dead plants and weeds finding nothing. He then stretched up to feel along the top of the door frame. "Yes!" he cried out as his fingertips touched a key. With his heart racing, Scott unlocked the door and pushed it open. He replaced the key and shut the door. He walked through a dirty kitchen amazed at the filth and clutter. He walked down a small hallway hoping to find Miss Moore's bedroom. The first door opened to what had to be Wanda's room. Piles of dirty clothes competed for floor space with empty soda cans and an overflowing garbage can. He looked in the next doorway finding a small bathroom. It too was filthy and the smell probably came from an unflushed toilet. He opened the door at the end of the hallway finding another bedroom. This one was clean with glossy, black furniture and red accents. Even the walls were red. Scott began to get hard as he pictured Miss Moore nude on the red silk sheets. He found the laundry hamper in a large bathroom off the bedroom. Right on top was a black sheer bra and matching black panties. His cock threatened to burst through his jeans as he lifted the panties to his nose and inhaled. The musky smell of the crotch of her panties was too much for the young man. He unfastened his jeans pulling them and his underwear to his ankles. He began to slowly stroke his cock as he inhaled her scent and pictured her wearing them the day before. As he neared an explosive orgasm, Scott heard an impossible sound. The sound of a car door being slammed shut. The now panicked young man yanked up his pants and started to bolt but at the last second he grabbed the matching bra and stuffed both pieces in his jeans pocket. As he ran down the hallway, he heard the front door opening. He was trapped. With no way to make it to the back door without being seen, Scott jumped into Wanda's pit of a bedroom and squeezed under her bed. Just as he got his slight frame hidden, the lights snapped on. As Scott's heart raced, he felt the bed move above him. When a pair of ratty tennis shoes hit the floor by his head he knew that Wanda must be home. But, she should have been in school for at least another 5 hours. He heard her open a drawer then heard the sound of a lighter. Almost immediately he smelled the acrid odor of pot. "Ok, so she's a pothead, too." Scott thought. After a few minutes of this he heard her body shift and heard a low moan. He then saw a pair of jeans and a pair of white panties hit the floor. He winced in disgust at the skid mark and yellow pee stains he saw inside the panties. After more shifting, he heard what had to be a vibrator followed by a series of guttural moans. The mattress above him started to bounce as Wanda screamed out. "Fuck me! Oh yes, fuck me hard!" Then silence. Scott swore he could hear his own heart pounding. Then miraculously he heard Wanda snoring. This had to be his chance. If he was very quiet, he could sneak out of the room and out the back door while she slept in a pot and vibrator induced coma. He slowly eased out from under the bed. Scott held his breath as his head passed by her stained underwear. Wanda's snoring stayed steady as he slowly stood to his feet. Unfortunately for Scott, Wanda's messiness proved to be his downfall. His foot hit a soda can kicking it into the wall. With the loud clang, Wanda snorted and sat up in bed. She was nude from the waist down and still wore a stained black t-shirt. Their eyes locked as Scott tried to run. "What the fuck?" screamed Wanda. Scott almost made it to the door as the larger young woman hit him with the force of a linebacker blindsiding a quarterback. His head cracked against the doorframe stunning him as he went to his knees. He never saw the solid kick from the size 11 foot as it landed squarely between his legs. He fell to his side clutching his crotch wondering if that lump in his throat was his balls. Wanda then picked him up and slammed him into her desk chair. Still stunned and nauseous, Scott felt his arms being tied behind the chair with the belt from a worn robe. Wanda scooped her jeans off the floor and put them back on. She sat on her bed staring at him. "So, fuckwad, what are you doing in my house, in my bedroom while I'm getting off?" She sneered at the helpless, young man. "Are you a perv, Scott?" Scott was speechless. He couldn't make eye contact but nevertheless shook his head. The slap across his right cheek sounded like a rifle shot. "Were you stealing from us, you piece of shit?" Wanda's anger was increasing as a bit of spit flew from her lips landing on his jeans. "Let's see if you took anything." Wanda began patting down Scott's pockets as he tried to get up. "Oh, so now you want to fight, huh?" A solid jab to his gut ended any further resistance. "Well what is this shit?" Wanda asked as she pulled her mom's lingerie from his pocket. Scott's face reddened as she thrust the silky material at him. "Oh, I get it now. You're one of those freaks who like to wear girl's clothes. And you stole Mom's panties cause mine were too big I guess?" "Pu-please let me explain, Wanda", Scott moaned. A second slap to his left cheek silenced him. "Shut the fuck up. I gotta figure out what to do here." A smile crossed her lips. "Maybe I should call the cops. Let's see breaking and entering, theft, attempted rape. That should make you some guy's prison bitch for quite a few years." As Wanda cruelly laughed, Scott jerked on the tie around his wrists. "Oh, please Wanda. I'm so sorry. I saw your mom yesterday and she was teasing me and I just had to have the panties she was wearing. I swear to God." "Hmm, so why were you under my bed spying on me?" Tears fell on Scott's cheeks as the humiliation of his situation hit him. "I wasn't spying. I just hid in here when I heard you open the door. I thought you were supposed to be in school." Wanda shook her head. "Dumb shit. We have semester tests this week. I only had to go until 10 today." Wanda reached for her cell phone. "Let's see now. 9-1-1. All I have to do is press send." Scott watched her finger poised over the button that would destroy him. "Please, Wanda, please. I'll, I'll do anything you ask." "Anything, huh?" Wanda closed her eyes thinking of what to do with this golden opportunity. "I need to think. But first we're going over to your house. You know my secrets. I wanna know yours." Wanda grabbed the front of his t-shirt and stood Scott up. "Listen to me perv. If you try to run, you know I'll catch you. Then I will kick your sorry ass, bring you back here and call the cops. Understand?" Scott nodded slowly. He disgustedly watched as she slipped her feet into the nasty sneakers. With arms still tied Wanda marched him out the front door. Soon enough they were in his house. Wanda went to his fridge and pulled out a beer. "Sure hope your dad won't miss this." She downed it in a few gulps then burped loudly. "Alrighty, then. Where's your room?" They went upstairs and she flopped on his bed. "So, perv, where's your stash? I know you have to have some wanking off stuff in here." Scott stood in silence. With lightning speed, Wanda jumped off the bed, grabbed his shoulders and kneed his already sore balls. As Scott fell to his knees, Wanda pushed him on his back and straddled his midsection. "Listen to me, you piece of shit. When I ask a question, you answer. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Now where is it?" Scott voice trembled. "I du-don't have anything like that." Wanda sneered at him. "Yeah, only disgusting pigs like me masturbate, right?" Her hands slipped under his shirt. She grasped each nipple between her thumb and finger. She steadily applied pressure. "Where?" As she started to tug on his tender nipples, he squeezed his eyes tight, bit his lip and shook his head. Wanda tugged even further and started to cruelly twist. She was rewarded with a scream. As she started to twist in the other direction, Scott gave up. "Pu-please, Wanda. Tu-top of closet. Blue box." Wanda laughed and released his nipples. "Bout time, fucker." She stood up and retrieved the box. Scott rolled over on his side, tears coursing down his face in pain and humiliation. "Holy shit! This is some kinky shit. There's too much to look at here. Get your ass up and we'll go back." --- Scott knelt in the center of Wanda's bedroom as she read every story and looked at each pic. As she read, her breathing deepened and she would often rub her breasts. At one point she thrust her hand down her jeans and after a few seconds shuddered and moaned in release. When she was done reading, she stood and went down the hallway. Scott knelt silently. He wished that he had never even checked the mail that day, never saw those panties, and never tried to take them. But he had and he knew his fate was sealed. He was at the mercy of Wanda Moore, a woman who disgusted him. Wanda came back in and dumped some things on her bed. "Stand up and turn around." She untied his wrists. "Now strip." Scott froze for a moment. No one had seen him naked since his mom changed his last diaper. He looked up at Wanda and knew by the stern expression on her face that he had no choice. Shoes, socks, shirt and jeans came off hesitantly. "Tighty whiteys too, Scott." Scott's face reddened as he bent to take off his underwear. "Back on your knees boy." Wanda pointed to the floor. "You said anything I want, right?" "Yes, Wanda." "Your jack off material gave me a great idea. Mom's still pissed off caused I didn't graduate this year even though I'm older than you. So, she's got a ton of shit for me to do this summer. But, I'm not going to do it." She paused. "You are. And I know what everyone says about me. That I'm a disgusting pig." Scott knew that was true. "I am this way because I want everyone to leave me the fuck alone. I know I'm not cute. Hell, I scare myself sometimes. But that doesn't mean I don't get horny. So after reading your stuff, I've decided that I want you to be my sex slave too." Scott stared at Wanda with his mouth open. "Now wait a minute, Wanda. All that stuff is just fantasies. Besides, in all those stories the woman being the slave is what gets me off. I'm not going to do it." As Scott started to get up to leave, Wanda pushed him hard into a pile of dirty clothes. Before he could get up, Wanda had his hands cuffed behind his back and tightened a red dog collar around his neck. Scott got up to his knees and watched as Wanda stripped. Wanda wasn't exactly fat but was just big. And hairy. She didn't shave her underarms and her crotch was a black mat of dense hair. Wanda lay back on the bed propped up by a pillow. Her legs fell lewdly apart. "I'm only going to say this once. I don't give a flying fuck what your fantasies are. When you broke in to my house your wishes and rights ended. You are now my slave. I own your sorry ass. The rules are simple. You will not speak unless spoken to and you will do everything I say. You break the rules you get punished," Wanda giggled. "Your little stories gave me lots of ideas on how to do that. And how to train a slave, too. By the way, all your stuff does have a stupid bimbo as the slave girl. But I think I can make it work just fine. You have a mouth, nipples and an ass just like they do. Where it says clit I'll just substitute cock. And where it says pussy, I'll just substitute ass." Scott's heart raced as he tried to figure a way out of this. The stuff he read was intense. He couldn't imagine anyone really doing those things. Wanda broke his train of thought. "There was a lot in there about kissing feet as a sign of, let's see, submission. So slave, kiss my feet then work your way up to my pussy. By the time this summer is over your tongue will know my pussy and ass as well as it knows the inside of your mouth." The helpless young man stared at her wiggling toes. She obviously rarely wore shoes as her large feet were dirty and calloused. Her toenails were ragged and had dirt beneath them. There was even grime between her toes. Then he thought about having his face buried in that hairy bush between her legs. He couldn't do it. "Well, fuck. Just what I figured." Wanda sat up and kicked Scott onto his back with his cuffed wrists beneath him. "Do you remember the story about the girl who wouldn't suck cock?" Scott nodded his head slowly as Wanda reminded him. "The guy in the story said you have to make punishment memorable so that next time they beg to do whatever it was they resisted at first." For the third time that day, she kicked him hard in the nuts. As he gasped in pain, she straddled him and dangled a pair of latex-tipped clamps connected by a thin chain from her finger. "My mom is kinda kinky just like you. We never talk about it but when she has guys over, I hear all kinds of weird shit from her room. I usually just turn my iPod up and zone out. And I find all kinds of things in her room." Intense pain shot through his left nipple as she released the clamp. This was quickly followed by the same treatment of his right nipple. She grabbed the chain and tugged lightly causing the right clamp to pop off. "Oh, my," she giggled. "Not tight enough I guess." Wanda tightened the clamp and reapplied it causing Scott to gasp. "Okay, I can handle this, I think," Scott thought. That was until she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him over a large pile of dirty clothes. She quickly tied his ankles together with a piece of old clothesline then tied the other end to the corner of her bed. Then she tied a piece of the line around his handcuff chain and tied it off, pulling his arms painfully away from his ass that was now very exposed. He tried to move but he was stretched too tight. Besides, any movement caused the nipple clamps to set off new waves of pain. "This may sting a little and I don't want you to disturb the neighbors. If we had any." She pulled his head up and forced the dirty panties she was wearing earlier into his mouth crotch first. She tied them in place with another bit of line. Wanda stood beside him and patted his pale ass. "I'll stop when my arm gets tired, Wanda said flatly. Scott's Mistake Ch. 02 "How can she pee on the floor like this?" Scott mumbled under his breath. He scrubbed the cold bathroom tile around the toilet on his hands and knees. "The bitch probably does it on purpose." It had been almost three months since Scott had tried to steal a certain pair of black panties from Miss Moore. But one mistake had cost him his freedom and much more. Her hideous daughter, Wanda, had come home early from school and caught him. As she towered above the slight young man and outweighed him by 80 pounds, it was easy enough for her to overwhelm him, discover his fantasies and force him into the role of her unwilling slave. As he continued to polish the tile, he suddenly yelped as the medium butt plug shifted uncomfortably in his ass. He reached behind him and adjusted the hot pink thong that helped keep the plug in place. Feeling the now familiar movement in his ass reminded him of the day a few months earlier when his new Mistress had received a delivery. --- The alarm clock jolted Scott Watson out of a deep sleep. He crawled out of bed and pulled on shorts and a t-shirt. He hurried downstairs to wait for Miss Moore to drive by his house on her way to work. Seeing the sexy brunette roll by in her black Lexus, he slipped on his shoes and ran down to their house. As he unlocked the back door, he realized that after only a few days of his enslavement, he already had the routine down pat. Scott quickly stripped out of clothes and carried them to Wanda's room. Being very careful to not wake the snoring young woman, he opened the drawer she had assigned him, took out the contents and replaced them with his clothes and shoes. He quietly closed her door behind him and examined the contents of the drawer. "Lavender," he mumbled. "Must be Tuesday." He efficiently pulled on the lavender satin thong and matching "A" cup bra. Last week he had driven Wanda to the local Wal-Mart. He was terrified just to be seen with the repulsive girl in public. But she made matters worse by helping him pick out 5 sets of bras and panties in different colors in his size. His humiliation was complete as Wanda told the young girl who checked them out that he would pay for them because they were his. He tightened the same red, leather dog collar around his neck that she had put on him that first day. All that remained was a piece of paper and two clothespins. He quickly read the hastily scrawled note. "slaveboy, 1. Wash dishes from last night 2. Dirty laundry in laundry room 3. Vacuum and dust living room 4. Wake me up at 10 PS The clothespins go under your bra and on your nipples" It was signed "Mistress". Scott hesitantly clipped the pins on his sore nipples and gently covered them with the satin cup of the bra. He then quickly started on the day's list of chores just as Wanda had taught him. At exactly 10 AM, he quietly entered Wanda's room with a cold coke. As he stood over the sleeping woman, her previous instructions raced through his head. "I want to wake up every day with your tongue licking my pussy or asshole depending on which is easier to get to. I read in one of your stories that there is no better way to wake up than with a slave's tongue in your ass or pussy." He winced as he realized that today it would be her ass. Pulling the sheet off her large frame, he gently crawled onto the bed. He reverently kissed her large ass on each cheek then slowly slipped his tongue between her cheeks until it came in contact with her fragrant asshole. The taste was salty and grimy with more than a hint of shit. After a few minutes of licking, he had his tongue deep inside her asshole, when Wanda stirred and kicked him off the bed. "Where's my coke, bitch?" was her morning greeting. Scott quickly grabbed and opened the cold coke as he knelt and handed it to her. She took the can and gulped it down in a few seconds. Wanda belched loudly and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "So, fuckwad are the chores done yet?" "No, Mistress, not quite," he quietly said. Wanda shook her head in disgust. "Alrighty, then. I've got some good news for you, boy. I've been staying up late checking out the most amazing websites online. You would be amazed at the shit people do to each other. I also found this chat room where they give lots of good advice on discipline and training and such." She smiled wickedly. "Mistress Jasmine says I'm a natural Dominant." "Turn around boy and I'll show you something I learned." Scott obediently turned as she handcuffed his wrists behind his back. "Now lay on your back." Scott quickly lay down and trembled as the new Mistress pulled down the cups of his bra. She thumped both clothespins bringing a moan from his lips. She then snatched both of the pins off and brutally rolled each nipple between her thumb and finger. The helpless slave screamed and bucked in pain and shock. "Hmm. Mistress Jasmine told me that after awhile they start to go numb so that little trick wakes 'em back up with a vengeance. Guess she was right, huh?" She then placed the clothespins back on his abused nipples exactly 90 degrees from where they were just like her mentor had told her. Scott moaned as tears ran down his cheeks. Wanda quickly straddled Scott placing a knee on each side of his head and facing his lingerie clad body. The slave looked up the large thighs and saw the dark red of her glistening pussy lips peeking from beneath the mat of black hair. She slowly lowered her crotch over his face until her moist lips bumped his nose. She moved back and forth slightly wetting his lips and nose with her unpleasantly fragrant juices. "Tilt your head back, bitch," she snapped. As Scott tilted his head back, Wanda spread her knees, lowering her pussy to his mouth. "Now slave, I want you to listen to me real closely. I read last night all about toilet slaves. It turned me on so much I passed out from cumming so hard. So, slut, you are going to be my toilet from now on. I'm going to piss and you are going to swallow every tiny drop. Then your tongue will be my toilet paper licking me clean." "Oh by the way, Mistress Jasmine said if I eat asparagus the night before, it makes my piss smell and taste real strong. I hate the shit but I ate a bunch of it anyway just for you." Wanda repositioned herself slightly putting more of her weight on her slave's face. Scott started to panic as he realized that he was about to drink piss from Wanda's smelly pussy. Even worse, was the realization that her asshole was less than an inch from his nose, making the possibility of suffocation a reality if he resisted. "Remember slave, not a drop spilled or it's your ass." Scott hesitantly opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out until it tickled her erect clit. He heard Wanda sigh deeply then felt a dribble of hot, salty, bitter piss hit his tongue. The dribble turned into a steady stream filling his mouth quickly. With no choice, Scott swallowed the foul piss only to have his mouth filled again. And again. And again. Finally, as the flow again returned to a trickle, Wanda placed an impossible amount of her weight on his face. With his head trapped beneath her, he quickly realized that with her asshole covering his nose, he couldn't breathe. Sheer panic set in as he tried to squirm and kicked his legs. Even so he continued to catch the last drops of urine on his tongue. Wanda grunted slightly and with a final splash of foul piss came a raucous, foul-smelling fart. Mercifully, Wanda lifted most of the weight off of her new toilet slave's head as she quietly ordered. "Lick." Scott licked and sucked her engorged lips and erect clit. His tongue had entered her wet pussy as deep as it could go when she wickedly snatched the clothespins off his nipples. With his screams muffled by her pussy, Wanda shifted her crotch slightly placing her asshole over his mouth. As he licked her pungent asshole, Wanda rubbed her clit until she exploded in a series of powerful orgasms. Wanda's knees trembled as she stood and flopped on her bed. "Holy fucking shit!" she exclaimed. "That was the best cum I've ever had. Plan on doing that every time I have to pee, fuckwad. Oh, but I guess you won't mind too much. Look at the huge hardon you got!" It was at this moment of Scott's incredible humiliation that they heard the doorbell ringing. Wanda leapt off the bed and wrapped her black silk robe around her. "Not a sound, slave," she whispered as she left the room. Scott heard the front door open and mumbled voices but couldn't tell who was there. The front door slammed shut and Wanda reappeared in the doorway of her bedroom with a large cardboard box covered in "UPS" and "RUSH" stickers. Sitting it on her bed, she playfully kicked his leg. "Get up, boy. Mom told me that she was so pleased with the way I was cleaning that she wants me to do her bathroom from now on. So, get to it while I do some things in here." Scott left her room gently closing the door as the rancid taste of her piss lingered in his mouth. --- Scott collected his cleaning supplies and looked around the sparkling surfaces of Miss Moore's bathroom. His cock ached as it strained against the sheer thong. He had been thinking of her sexy long legs and those perfect panties. As he was putting his supplies away, Wanda yelled for him. Scott opened the door and saw his mistress sitting cross-legged on the bed. Her robe was open at the bottom exposing her hairy crotch. The gleeful expression on her face reminded him of a child on Christmas morning. "Strip and kneel, slave." She reached in the open box and pulled out four red cuffs. She quickly tightened them around his ankles and wrists. "Oh, look. They match your collar," she laughed as she fastened the last one. She clipped a thin chain to the "O" ring on his collar. "On your hands and knees, bitch." She jerked the chain pulling him towards the door. "Now crawl like a good slave," she ordered. Wanda led him the short distance to her bathroom. Pointing to a spot in front of the toilet she snapped, "Forehead here." With his forehead resting on the cool tile, Wanda quickly connected each wrist cuff to the ankle cuff on the same side. An adjustable spreader bar was attached to each ankle cuff. Then, she took the chain used as a leash and wrapped it around the spreader bar before making sure that both ends were firmly attached to his collar. Wanda stepped back and admired her handiwork. His knees were drawn up to his chest and his wrists were secure. His forehead was pressed into the tile and couldn't budge due to the chain around the bar. But the thing she liked the best was how his ass was high in the air and his cheeks were spread, revealing a tight, brown asshole. "Hmm." she thought. "Tight for now anyway." Scott's breathing was ragged and his heart raced. He had never felt more vulnerable, more helpless. And the uncertainty of his situation only made it worse. His mistress' voice came from behind him. "Alrighty then. Mistress Jasmine told me all about anal humiliation." She let those words have their full affect on the young man. "She said that nothing humbles a straight man more than being fucked in the ass. And if it's done by a strong woman, well, she will just own him forever." Sweat trickled down Scott's side from the intensity of the emotions he was feeling. "But before we try that, I read about this in one of your stories. Remember the one about the stripper and the doctor's office?" Scott moaned as he certainly did. A blonde stripper was bound to an exam table, put up in stirrups, examined, given an enema and then fucked in the ass. When Wanda's gloved finger grazed his virginal asshole, he jumped forward banging his head on the toilet. She squirted cold lube on his sphincter and quickly slid a finger deep inside him. This was just as quickly followed by a second finger. She slowly teased him, sliding the fingers in and out. She abruptly pulled her fingers from his ass. "Now this will just not do. You are full of shit, boy. See?" she questioned as she held a gloved finger under his nose. "That means it's time for an enema!" Scott felt something hard press against his asshole. She popped in the enema plug connected to two quarts of warm soapy water. "Listen, up bitch. When I release this you are going to get cramps and want to shit it out. If you do without permission, you will lick up every drop." Wanda released the clamp and once she was assured the water was draining into his rectum, she sat on the toilet. She maneuvered her foot until it touched his lips. "Lick, boy." As Scott began to lick her toes, the first cramp hit him causing the young man to gasp. A second soon followed causing him to pant. Soon his entire abdomen was spasming and all he could think of was getting the fluid out. When the bag was empty, she jerked her foot away from his lips and clamped the tubing. She then released his wrists, ankles and collar. The plug was gently pulled from his ass causing his sphincter to slam shut. "Okay, slut, sit on the toilet. But don't release." Scott felt faint but managed to sit down on the toilet seat. The spasms racking his body were now nonstop. "Now beg, slave." "Plu-please, Mistress may I please go now?" he pleaded. "Not nearly desperate enough, boy. Not yet. Not a drop." "Oh please, Mistress, I'll do anything you ask. I can't hold it any longer. I beg you, please, Goddess." Sweat broke out on his forehead as the need for release was overwhelming. "Goddess, Huh? Let her rip, slut." Scott groaned as his asshole relaxed causing a torrent of shit and soapy water to splash into the toilet. The spasms started letting up as water continued to flow from him. Finally he was done with the exception of a very loud fart. Wanda stood in the doorway observing his actions and smiled as his face flushed from embarrassment. "Eww gross. You stink, boy. Clean up and flush. I think we need to repeat the process." Scott wiped his ass as the cruel Mistress refilled the enema bag with two quarts of cold water. "Back in position, slut." Scott hurriedly knelt down with his ass high in the air and his head touching the floor. As soon as he was set, she released the clamp setting off a whole new stream of spasms worsened by the coldness of the water. Wanda swatted his ass with her hand turning his pale cheeks a bright pink as the water ran in. Soon enough the enema was in and she slid the plug from his ass. "Kiss it slave," she snapped as her foot touched his lips. Scott shivered from the cold and the spasms as he licked her foot. "Good boy. Now, get yourself cleaned up then crawl to my room." She left the room as Scott jumped up to release a flood of much cleaner water into the toilet. --- Scott had taken his time in the bathroom. He was glad she told him to crawl to her because he was afraid that his trembling legs wouldn't hold him. He did not want whatever "anal humiliation" that she had planned for him. Scott thought briefly about running but scenes of cops and public humiliation flashed through his brain. Besides in some weird way he didn't want to disappoint her. He crawled into her room feeling very shaky from fear and the humiliation of the enemas. Wanda looked a bit flushed as she sat in her desk chair with her legs crossed. He noticed that she had placed a full length mirror on the floor leaning against her desk. "Alrighty, then. Get in front of the mirror, boy. I don't want you to miss this." As Scott positioned himself, she laid a pic from his collection on the floor by the mirror. It was his favorite, the one with the cute blonde in black lingerie, on her knees, ass in the air while another woman fucked her shaved pussy with an impossibly large dildo. As Wanda stood and removed her robe, Scott's eyes gasped at the large dildo she had attached to a leather belt around her waist. It was black latex and resembled a cock, just bigger than any he had ever seen. She walked between him and the mirror and pulled him to his knees by his hair. "Suck it, bitch." Scott was paralyzed with fear and disgust. As he opened his mouth to protest, the cruel young woman jabbed it forcefully between his parted lips. "You better get it good and wet, slut. I think you know where it's going next." Scott licked and sucked the 10 inch dildo even though the taste of the new latex made him retch. She started to fuck his mouth with it until after one forceful thrust, he gagged and coughed. "Remember I told you I was going to use your jack off material for ideas on how to make you my slave? Scott remembered her words very well. She had said, "By the way, all your stuff does have a stupid bimbo as the slave girl. But I think I can make it work just fine. You have a mouth, nipples and an ass just like they do. Where it says clit I'll just substitute cock. And where it says pussy, I'll just substitute ass." Wanda walked behind him and knelt between his legs. "The little blonde slut in the pic is getting her pussy reamed. Since you don't have a pussy, we'll just have to substitute. Now you get to know how she feels." Wanda put a small glob of lube on the head of her strap-on. She pushed his thighs apart and positioned the dildo at his tight asshole. As she grabbed the front of his thighs to prevent him from moving, Wanda slowly entered him. Scott felt a sudden pain in his ass as the large dildo started to stretch him wide. He bucked a little but she held him firmly. Then the head popped into his rectum as he screamed. With small in and out thrusts she soon had the dildo buried in him as deep as it would go. Then the cruel Dominant pulled out almost all the way only to slam the whole length back in with a quick thrust. Scott screamed again as it felt as though he was being split in two. Wanda then started to fuck his ass with a series of fast stabs, followed by slow, deep thrusts. Scott moaned into the carpet as his breath came in ragged gasps. To make matters worse he knew that even though he was definitely not gay, his cock was erect and throbbing. Clear liquid even oozed from him dropping to the carpet below him. As Wanda developed a steady rhythm, she stared at herself in the mirror and for once liked what she saw. And since the strap-on had a section that inserted into her pussy, each thrust into his once tight ass brought her closer to cumming. Her pounding suddenly became much faster as the stimulation on her clit became too much and the young Dominant screamed as a powerful climax overwhelmed her. Scott flushed with shame as he felt his body betray him with an impending orgasm. As Wanda bucked in the throes of her orgasm, he felt his cock spasm in release, but without the typical mind-numbing fireworks that came with it. (He was unaware of the technique of prostatic massage that in some unfortunate males will release thin prostatic fluid but won't cause an orgasm.) He felt the large latex cock pulled from his very sore asshole. "Lay down on your back, my little ass slut," Wanda ordered. As he lay down she grabbed something off her bed and again straddled his head facing his body. "I got one last idea from Mistress Jasmine. She said it was one of the best ways to control reluctant slaves. Particularly young, horny ones." Wanda leaned forward on her elbows and began placing several hard plastic pieces around his balls and limp cock. "While I put this on you, why don't you clean my black cock, bitch?" Scott gagged slightly as the black latex pushed past his lips. He suddenly was aware of a feeling of gratitude to his mistress for giving him those cleansing enemas. As he licked and sucked the large dildo, he felt her tug and pull on his genitals. He heard a loud click and Wanda pushed herself up. As she stood, she took off the strap-on harness and dropped it on the floor. Wanda fell into her bed with a satisfied smile on her face. "Stand up, boy and check out my new toy." Scott's Mistake Ch. 02 He slowly stood and walked over to the mirror. To his horror he saw his cock encased in some sort of clear plastic tube that pointed to the ground. He grabbed it to pull it off and yelped in pain as he realized it was designed to fit around his balls as well. "It's called the CB3000 chastity device. It will not come off unless you lose your balls." She giggled loudly. "You can't pull it off. You can't get hard and, of course, you can't cum. Oh, and you have to sit down to pee now. And I have the little key that opens that little lock that secures it all." Scott's knees buckled as he realized what she was saying. How much more could his mistake cost him? He had been used as her toilet, given enemas and been fucked in the ass with a huge latex cock. Now his cock was locked in this hellish contraption and only she had the key. How desperate would he get and what would he do in order to cum he thought. And, by the way, why had he called her "Goddess" earlier? His thoughts were interrupted by her voice. "Clean up all this stuff and clean up the enema stuff in the bathroom. I need a nap after all those sweet orgasms. I hope your last little cum was a good one, bitch. It'll be the last one you get for awhile." As Wanda covered her large body with a thin sheet, Scott started putting things away. He knew that Mistress Jasmine had been right. Wanda does own him. In more ways than one. He also knew that he would be back in the morning for more abuse and humiliation. All because of that one little mistake. Scott's Mistake Scott struggled to see what she was talking about when the first stroke of the thin, leather belt whistled through the air striking the top of his thighs. A slightly delayed, intense, searing pain exploded in his brain as he scream into the nasty panties. Before he had time to process what had happened the second stroke landed across his ass leaving a deep red welt. She cruelly ran her finger across the welt smiling as she realized that his muffled screams was making her pussy very wet. The blows rained down on his back, ass and thighs for what seemed an eternity to the new slave. She finally stopped, breathlessly checking out her work. Red and pink welts crisscrossed his entire backside. Where two welts crossed each other there were tiny drops of blood. Wanda knew that at some point he had stopped screaming and had probably passed out. She picked up her digital camera and snapped a few shots of his abused ass. She untied him rolling him off the pile of laundry onto his back. He moaned softly as she removed the gag now wet with his spit. She sat on her bed and lifted the chain between the nipple clamps with her foot until his nipples were stretched taut. Scott's eyes snapped open in startled terror as the pain in his nipples and ass hit him quickly followed by the realization of where he was. His eyes met hers and the mix of lust and sadistic pleasure on her face caused his cock to stiffen. He blushed deeply as he realized the pain only intensified the humiliation he was feeling. Wanda again lay back on the bed. "Now," she said softly. Scott moved as quickly as the burning pain allowed him to. This time there was no hesitation. He kissed and licked the same feet he was earlier disgusted by as though they were covered in honey. His tongue cleaned the grime off her feet with each lick and caressed each callous. To further his humiliation Wanda snapped a few pictures of him licking her feet. He sucked each toe and ran his tongue between the toes being very careful to not offend Wanda by spitting anything out. She sighed deeply and popped her foot from his mouth. She drew her knees up then let her legs flop apart. It was very clear what the cruel young woman wanted. Scott got up on the bed and wiggled on his belly towards her kissing and licking her legs and thighs as he went. He was ashamed to note that his cock was now stiff and dripping after the humiliation of worshipping her feet. As he neared her pussy, he was hit by a strong fishy odor mixed with the scent of piss. Wanda spread her thighs farther apart as he spread the stiff, black hair apart with his nose and tongue. Her pussy was wet and open with dark red almost purplish lips that hung to the sides. Her clit was erect and almost an inch long. He hesitated only a second as the thought of more pain urged him forward. Scott buried his tongue deep within her causing her to arch her back and moan loudly. The taste of old piss almost made him gag but he knew better. He licked and nibbled her labia. He kissed and sucked her clit as if it was a small cock. He licked until his jaws were sore, thrusting his tongue ever deeper inside her. All the while Wanda moaned and screamed through at least half a dozen intense orgasms often squeezing his head between her thighs and pulling his face deeper into her. After a final thundering orgasm, Wanda pushed her new slave off the bed. "Well, well. What do we have here?" She sat on the side of the bed gently kicking his very erect cock. "I know. Since you got to see me cum earlier, I think I should get to see you get off. But not right now. Stand up and turn around, boy." She unlocked the handcuffs and tossed her mom's black lingerie at Scott's feet. "Since you like them so much, perv, put them on." Scott knelt and pulled the panties up his legs. He groaned as the tight material scraped over his welts. He was alarmed to see the purplish head of his cock sticking out the top of the tiny "V" of her panties. He put his arms through the straps of the sheer bra but didn't know what to do next. Wanda giggled at his clumsy efforts. "You need lots of practice, slave boy," she stated as she fastened the bra over his abused back. She briefly pulled each cup down quickly, removing the clamps from his throbbing nipples only to replace them 90 degrees from their previous position. This set off new waves of fiery pain in each nipple as Scott screamed in pain. "Smile, slut," she ordered as she snapped off a dozen shots of him wearing the same lingerie that got him in this mess. "Now then, Mom told me to get the kitchen cleaned up today. I hate dirty dishes. So you are going to clean, wash dishes and scrub the floor while I relax in my room." Scott glared at the young Mistress. "Sure didn't take her long, did it," he thought. --- A few hours later, Wanda walked into the kitchen wearing a black, silk robe and carrying a piece of paper. Scott was just rinsing out the bucket he had used to scrub the floor. "Very nice, boy." Wanda sat at the glistening kitchen table. "Kneel, slave." Scott rushed to her feet and knelt. "Let me explain this to you, Scott. I have here a typed confession of what you did and why. You will sign it. I will keep it safe along with the photos of you I took today. That way in the future if you decide to back out, these get mailed to everyone I can think of including your parents and the cops." She let that sink in as Scott literally signed his fate. "Every morning after my mom leaves for work you have 5 minutes to get over here. You will do all my chores, wait on me and make me cum anytime I want. Any questions?" "No, Wanda." "Hmm, and no more calling me Wanda. Call me Mistress from now okay. Get that bra and panties off." Scott again knelt before his Mistress wearing only a collar and nipple clamps. "Remember I told you I wanted to see you cum? Now's the time. But hurry because my mom will be home soon." Scott slowly started pulling on his cock. As he stared at her feet, he knew he would explode in seconds. "Slave, ask permission before you cum." "Please Mistress may I cum!" he frantically yelled. As Wanda reached down and yanked off his nipple clamps, she said, "Now, bitch." Scott screamed in pain as he erupted in several spurts of white cum that landed on her feet and on the clean floor. He dropped to his hands and knees trying to catch his breath. As he looked up at his new Mistress, she pointed to the cum splattered on her foot. He immediately licked it off her feet tasting his cum for the first time. "Floor too, bitch." As he cleaned the floor with his tongue, Wanda removed the red collar from his neck. Once he was done, she stood and opened the back door. "Go boy. And don't forget to be here in the A.M." "But, Mistress, I need my clothes," he whined. "No. I think it would be more fun picturing your sorry whipped ass running through the woods. You can get them tomorrow." With that she shoved him out into the yard and slammed the door shut. As Scott hurried nervously home through the woods, he knew that he would be there tomorrow for whatever abuse she chose to inflict on him. His fate for the rest of the summer rested at the dirty feet of Wanda Moore. Feet he knew he would be cleaning daily. As he ran across his backyard, his cock stiffened with the thought of what he faced tomorrow. He knew that his one mistake had cost him. Starting tomorrow he would find out how much.