****** They Call Me Mistress - Part 3 by Mistress Zaire ******
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They Call Me Mistress - Part 3


CHAPTER ONE

Michelle was excited as she left the room. Now that her slaves had learned to
pleasure one another her plan would fall into place easily. Tired of the
bullshit she had gone through with Joe her last lover, she harbored a deep
hatred that grew by the day. He had promised her the world, yet delivered
nothing. She knew half the time that big dick of his couldn't even get on hard,
less known function once he obtained an erection. What was the use in having a
big dick, if you could not last more than 7 minutes, she often thought? Little
did he know, behind his back she called him the "7 Minute Man" to her
girlfriends... if he only knew. Joe was a dark skin black male, with a body
most men would die for. Oddly enough he did nothing to stay in shape. He had
been muscular all his life; the heaviest thing he ever lifted was his dick to
her mouth 24 and 7. Standing 6' 4" with a smile that could dazzle any female;
he ultimately charmed his way into her panties. He wormed his slithery ass into
Michelle's life and heart, using her for money to keep his drug habit in
supply, but by the end of tonight, he'd regret ever having laid eyes on
Michelle.

Michelle met him at a club one-night will partying with some girlfriends. They
were drawn to one another instantly. Somehow she had dropped a $10 bill on the
floor. He noticed it, picked it up and handed it back to her. That was the last
money he ever gave back, for all the rest he stole. She was sitting at a table
when he handed it to her. The first thing she saw eye-level was his "pouch" as
she called it. Michelle was very impressed with that portion of his package. He
asked to sit down at her table. As time flashed by they ended up talking and
dancing for hours, finally exchanging phone numbers before departing. It seemed
like long ago when that happened, but the reality of a dwindling bank account
had left a hardened heart out for revenge. Knowing that his payback was on its
way, created a quickening in her step that day, for there were still things
that had to be done. Michelle was so excited she could barely contain herself.
She planned on teaching him a lesson in "trust"... he'd never forget his entire
life.

The plan had been difficult to arrange, but luckily everything fell into place
at the appointed hour. Michelle had paid a dear price for this night; it was
etched in her memory, and one she'd never forget. Thinking back she knew...it
was the start of this entire odyssey, and there was no telling where fate would
take her next.

CHAPTER TWO

When she realized Joe had bilked her out of her money she called her Attorney
Manson Endorphe, he promised to drop by that day. Michelle knew there was an
attraction between the two of them, but chose to keep things on a professional
level...or so she thought. She always teased him about his name, nicknaming him
"Mandorf," which he readily accepted. Mandorf was a mover and shaker in his
field. Most of his colleagues despised him with a passion, for he was the
maverick amongst them. He stood 5'10'" with a slender built and commanding
presence. He seemed to draw women of all races, but white females gravitated to
him, like bees to honey. Michelle always inquired about his "stable" as he
called it, wondering what he did to draw so many females especially since most
of them knew one another. She had heard rumors that he had physically
disciplined most of them, yet she could not figure out why they returned for
more. When Michelle would comment about him being called the "endorphin
releaser" by these women, he would always reply,

"One day soon dear, you will have the delight of knowing why those hormones are
so special to the human body!"

That comment always sent chills through Michelle's body. Long before her own
quest began, he made good of his word.

Mandorf, had skin the shade of honey, he was slightly graying in that
distinctive manner men tend to obtain with maturity. He was handsome, yet what
you noticed about him first was his presence upon entering a room. Michelle
knew why women weakened around him for he had a natural sensuality all his own.
He had the most compelling eyes that made her wish she could see them ablaze
with desire, she made it her business to maintain minimum eye contact while
alone with him at all times. She knew she felt weak in his presence.

She had dressed tastefully that day, wearing an expensive deep burgundy dress,
which clung to every curve on her body with matching heels. When he arrived,
his eyes worked their magic, and Michelle could feel her body betray her once
again. Staying focused she managed to get through the meeting, wishing she'd
met him in his office instead. Hoping to be rid of the man creating this stir
in her body she stood to walk him to the door, when he asked if he could have a
drink.

"Mandorf, please excuse my manners," she replied," I should have offered you
something upon arrival."

"Perhaps Michelle you were preoccupied with that growing twitch between your
legs," he commented. Michelle was stunned to say the least, how could he
possible know she wondered. He always seemed to read her mind and know her
reactions before she could even speak, the uneasiness she had felt was now
manifesting as she inhaled air suddenly.

"Do calm down my dear, it was just a mere observation, but one which must have
been accurate by your actions just now."

"Mandorf, you have more than enough females, why are you targeting me?" she
questioned.

"Because I have been curious of the rumors I too have heard concerning you and
lets say...certain body parts..."

Michelle felt her blood drain from her face, who would have shared such.....
then she knew, Joe! Composing herself she asked,

"Why are you curious Mandorf, surely you can have that "body part" in question
whenever you please?"

"Theirs or yours Michelle, which are you questioning?"

Michelle was caught totally off guard; in her futile attempt to get out of this
mess, she had boxed herself in.

"Mandorf, we need to stay focused on the business at hand, lets not venture out
of the arena here," she stated. Before time and space could change a
nanosecond, his hand shot out and slapped her hard across her face. He stood
there composed watching her reaction as her eyes filled with tears and
confusion. "What the fuck is your damn problem!" she screamed, she was
determined he would see no tears fall. Mandorf, stepped forward noting her
countenance as she strained to keep some composure, this thrilled and excited
him immensely. He gently held her face, and began licking the spot where live
nerve endings strived to remind her of the slap she'd just received. Michelle
was scared and full of anger, yet his lips seem to cause a mixture of emotions
to permeate her being. Moving quickly Mandorf slid his hands across her supple
ass, grinding himself into her loins. Michelle had no defenses left as his
rapidly hardening cock, began to glide back and forth across her clit. He
groaned out loud "Ohh.. Michelle... I love it, this will be wonderful for you."
As proud as she was of it's size, sometimes it was her worst enemy. They both
could feel the heat as it rose from her pussy. Still trying to regain herself,
she attempted to take a step backward.

"This is assault Counselor," she said trying not to provoke any anger within
him.

"No my dear you wanted to see what others partake of while in my company." he
commented.

"Admit it, this is both thrilling you and confusing you at the same time, be
honest. I know juices are building and seeping from your pussy as I speak"

Michelle was pissed that once again he was a step ahead of her knowing what was
happening inside her. "I do not like pain Mandorf, do you the fuck understand
that?"

" Michelle, look me in the eyes and tell me, you're not wet...if not sopping
wet by now," he responded, "Do not lie to me either!" Michelle did not want to
respond, for in doing so she'd be admitting to a side of her she knew nothing
of. Knowing she should tell the truth, she lied.

"No I am not turned on, this is repulsive..if this is your thing then go be
with those who love it," she snapped.

Manforf reached down and cupped her vulva, pinching her clitoris between his
thumb and forefinger. Michelle's eyes began fluttering upon contact for though
he had her in his hand, her clit pounded with a beat all its own. As he cupped
her pussy palming her mound, her juices poured forth. Yanking her hair he held
her head pinned backwards. Mandorf's hot breath excited her senses as his lips
slid across her neck. Never missing one beat his fingers continued probing and
rubbing her clit relentlessly.

"You lying slut, I told you not to lie to me, didn't I?" he adamantly stated.

" Yes... yes you did." Michelle fearfully said.

She was so torn, this felt so good, yet in the confines of her thinking, it was
wrong. Maybe his control over her intoxicated her, she wasn't sure, all she
knew was that a multitude of emotions were screaming at once inside her.
Mandorf wanted to slap her face again for lying, but he knew that soon, very
soon he'd have her begging for mercy.

Releasing her hair he calmly said," I bought you a gift Michelle," pointing to
the case next to his brief.

"You will do as I say, for you know deep within you that you desire to seek the
release I am building in you this very moment! Now go get your gift and bring
it back to me."

His voice had calmed down considerably, not wanting another blow she did as
instructed. As she walked her legs felt as if they'd give from beneath her.
Each step took her closer to the gift and closer to a place she'd never dreamed
of.

CHAPTER THREE

Curiosity filled Michelle as she approached the case. It was heavier than she
anticipated as she picked it up, returned and handed it to Mandorf. "Take me to
your bedroom Michelle, do not even think of denying me what you want also," he
said with authority. Michelle knew she was curious, but feared things would get
out of control and he would hurt her in the process.

"Never fret my dear, this will be pleasurable for the both of us," he added as
if he knew her thoughts.

Michelle said nothing, and led him to her bedroom.

"Strip Michelle... and from this moment on call me Master as long as you're in
my presence, do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes" she replied, and quickly felt another slap, more harder than before sear
her face.

Michelle was angry, and humiliated instantly. This was her house, and her
body... yet her own Attorney ruled at this moment. She had no idea what she had
done wrong.

"Next time say Yes Master," he calmly spoke to quiet her spirit.

In a very low voice she said, "Yes Master."

"Now strip immediately." Michelle had an onslaught of thoughts zipping through
her mind. She knew she should have fought him off while downstairs, for her
chances were far better. Bringing him to her room, spelled defeat and she felt
powerless over him. Never having been ashamed of her body, she hated undressing
in front of him because of the power he suddenly welded over her. Michelle
hesitated briefly then started taking off her clothes. Why now did she feel so
humiliated she wondered...then she realized she had relinquished her control to
him. She stood there with her bra and panties on still in heels, when he told
her to stop. He walked towards her, walking around her taking in her beauty.
She felt totally vulnerable at that moment...though seconds only passed it
seemed like forever to Michelle. Her nipples had hardened. He reached forth and
grasped them causing a moan to escape her lips. "Silence Michelle, do not
verbalize the sensations, internalize them. Tonight you will experience
different sensations. I want you to concentrate on the feelings...no audible
responses unless I command you to do so. Do you understand me?" "Yes Master,"
she softly spoke. Michelle was turned on, as much as she hated losing control,
somehow all this thrilled her. Releasing her nipples, he instructed her to
continue stripping, but leave on her heels. Mandorf walked across her room and
reached for the phone. Rapidly dialing numbers she heard him speak to someone
named Sierra giving out her address with instructions to arrive within 20
minutes. She was to bring Katrina and Adam along with the apparatus. Michelle
was naked and her adrenaline was pumping fast. She had no idea who Heather was
less known Sierra, but the word apparatus scared her to death. Only a small
light lit the room.

"Do you have candles Michelle?"

"Yes Master,"

"Then bring them in here and light them Michelle."

"Yes Master, she replied quickly leaving and returning with the items.

Michelle wanted to run, this was her opportunity, yet she was so aroused, she
knew she was being driven my her own selfish desire. She was so torn inside,
part of her wanting to take the next step...the other part scared where this
was heading, wondering how much even she...could tolerate. When she entered
Mandorf was naked. Saliva caught in her throat when she saw his cock...all 8
inches, shining with oil as he stroked it unashamedly in her presence. The case
lay open besides him, and her eyes widen with horror as she beheld its
contents. Michelle had only seen these items in movies or read about them in
books, never in a million years would she expected to have them used on her.

Mandorf stopped and approached Michelle, smiling to himself. He'd seen her
staring at his cock, too late to escape from being caught, and this embarrassed
her a great deal. He knew if she ever had it, she'd earn it..... and he
intended to make sure she did one way or another!

CHAPTER FOUR

Mandorf had met Joe through Michelle. Occasionally they would meet and have a
drink. Joe was always the big spender around him. Little did Mandorf know at
the time, it was Michelle's money Joe spent. It was during one of these outings
that Joe became intoxicated telling Mandorf about Michelle's clit.

"Man even thinking about it now makes my dick hard," Joe said.

Mandorf's own curiosity was peaked by that tidbit of useful information. He
viewed Joe as a player and street hustler, feeling somewhat sorry for
Michelle's poor judgment in men. Mandorf was disappointed to learn she had met
and fallen in love with him, for he had decided she'd make a seductive addition
to his stable of obedient sluts. He valued her worth far more than he did his
own trained submissive's, yet knew elevating her to where he felt she
rightfully belonged would cause a stir amongst his subs. He chose to wait, and
in doing so it paid off, for Michelle fell right into his hands at the
appropriate moment. With no Joe in sight, she was his for the taking. Joe's
words about this magnificent clitoris haunted his dreams. He had only seen
something of that size in movies himself. He felt he was a connoisseur orally,
and envisioned many nights taking that nubbin' into his waiting mouth applying
cuntal administrations that would have her begging for more. Even thinking on
this now, caused his mouth to water, for the day was finally at hand. Rousing
himself from his thoughts he spoke,

"Michelle, I am about to blindfold you, trust me to know what's best for
increasing your pleasures my dear"

"Yes Master," she replied.

Darkness enveloped her as the blindfold was placed over her eyes. His cock
twitched as he took in her ample form. Her breast were heavy as if swollen with
milk, though he enjoyed teasing her nipples earlier, Mandorf was a bottom man,
yet could not resist the urge to grasp them and watch her nipples harden upon
contact. He noticed she was doing a good job of remaining silent. That was the
advantage of darkness.... she'd never know where or when he'd touch her...less
known who.

He walked behind her lightly caressing her body, sending shivers down her
spine, her back stiffened. Pausing he looked at her ass pressing his hardness
between the crevice. His cock was leaking precum already and he knew he must
contain himself for this night beheld her awakening. Michelle unconsciously
moaned. He wanted to thrash that ass, but slapped it very hard instead,
watching it quiver under his assault. Michelle held in her cry, for she knew
letting out another sound would add further pain. When she felt the slap, she
maintained her silence, but her clitoris was throbbing like crazy, though she
desperately wanted to touch it, she remained still. He knew her body was
reacting, he could tell by her breathing and he was proud that she had did
fairly well, so far. Walking back to the front of her he looked at her
clitoris, it was a wonder all by itself.

'Damn," he thought, he would not only be a challenge for her, but she to him as
well!

Mandorf was distracted from his lustful thoughts as the doorbell began to
chime. Leaving the room he spoke no orders, he was testing her and if she'd
fail upon his return. He was sure things would heat up mighty quick then for he
knew she'd grasp the opportunity to douse the fire building in her loins.

Katrina and Sierra stood there waiting for someone to answer the door. The van
was unloaded and its contents leaned against the house. Both were white females
in there 30's, sweating profusely when he opened the door. Mandorf chuckled to
himself for he knew lifting any portion of the apparatus, had been a major
undertaking for them... yet no one complained. He glanced quickly to see Adam
balancing two heavy iron bases on his shoulders. This man had strength he'd
never possess, but under the whip he'd cry like the bitch he was. He'd broken
him many times watching him cum in globs under his techniques.

Katrina had deep emerald green eyes, long jet-black hair in a blunt cut. She
had curves on her body that made both men and women take notice. She was a die-
hard lesbian with nothing to lose. Mandorf used her at times to bring some of
his subs under control who'd never been with a woman.... but more so she loved
both giving and receiving pain. She could be your best friend, or worst enemy;
she played both roles very well when needed.

Sierra was petite, Mandorf's "half pint" as he called her, standing at 4' 11".
Despite her height, she was strong as an ox able to pull more weight than the
average person. Her blonde hair fell in ringlets framing her face, as she
smiled at her Master. She was his most trusted servant, always willing to do
her Master's bidding. She knew all about Michelle, and was envious of the
attention suddenly directed towards her, but would never disobey her Master
regardless of her feelings.

Mandorf instructed each to enter quietly, maintaining silence as they
reconstructed the apparatus in Michelle's room. They entered carrying all the
equipment as Mandorf lead them upstairs. They worked in silence on the floor
assembling it, never once looking at Michelle's nude form. Once it was
completed Adam and the girls raised it off the floor, since all the pieces were
together it was now extremely heavy to lift.

Mandorf dismissed Adam to wait downstairs. Mandorf proceeded to instruct the
girls, "Go take a shower and freshen up" he ordered.

They left as silently as they entered seeking Michelle's bathroom.

"How tall are you Michelle?" he asked.

"I am 5' 5 1/2" Master" she replied.

Pleased at her reply he began adjusting the height of the apparatus.

Michelle was scared, she wondered what she had gotten herself into, but even
more so who were the new intruders in her home. Her skin felt prickly as fear
crept in. Mandorf led Michelle to the interior of the apparatus. Once
constructed it looked more like a portal into another dimension. The heavy
steel frame had various openings for chain attachment. It could be widen to and
unbearable degree for the sub, or heightened allowing ones feet to dangle.
Mandorf had seen a 6' 5" 300 lb. man once take his punishment there. No amount
of motion moved this device, once secured in its concrete base. Mandorf
attached leather cuffs to Michelle's wrist. He licked each palm before securing
each wrist to a corner of the apparatus. Michelle was fine until she felt it
tighten around her wrist as he clicked and secured each wrist to the apparatus.
Her fingers started tingling as she felt numbness spreading towards their tips.
Mandorf stood back eyeing his work, finally deciding to spread her arms wider
apart. This new adjustment was no longer comfortable for Michelle. She had
never felt so vulnerable in her entire life, yet here she was shackled to this
thing. The only way she could tolerate the growing pain was to open her legs
wider.

"Ouchhh!" she screamed as Mandorf hit her with the cat's.

She did it without thinking of the consequences, and realized her error much
too late.

"So you want to yell though you've been ordered to remain silent do you?"

A tear formed and rolled freely down Michelle's face.

"I am very sorry Master," she cried forth.

"You have been warned, enough of this behavior!" he said.

Going back to her gift case, he pulled out the ball gag.

"Open your mouth Michelle" she immediately responded.

He forced her mouth even wider till the ball was in, securing the cording in
her tangle of hair. He knew he had caught her hair up as he done this. Michelle
could feel her hair being pulled by the root, yet her clitoris pounded like
crazy. She knew she was about to experience a high in her sexuality, here
senses alerted her, her body betrayed her, but even more so...she was
determined to prove to Mandorf that he could never break her!

CHAPTER FIVE

Michelle stood there bound and gagged. Her nostrils opened widely as she
struggled to breath through her nose. The ball gag was uncomfortable to her,
stretching her mouth to unheard of proportions. Being deprived of anything
visual, her fear had mounted to an all time high. She felt a sharp pain spread
across her face. Unable to scream or make any sounds, she stood there bound and
defenseless.

"Michelle when I left the room you touched yourself" Mandorf said calmly, "As I
bound your hands I could smell your juices on your right hand."

Michelle was shocked, that her disobedience had been discovered; there was
nothing she could say in her defense for she had done that. Rubbing her clit
just a little while he was out of the room relieved some of the tension and
tingling that welled there dying for release. Mandorf reached up removing her
gag to hear her reply. Fear coupled with excitement as she stood there
carefully weighing her words

"Yes Master, I am very sorry for doing that" Mandorf slapped her again yelling
"For doing what exactly Michelle?"

For touching my pussy without your permission Master"

"Did you think I would not discover your act of defiance Michelle?"

" I was not thinking of the consequences Master, I was attempting to soothe the
fires you've created in me by rubbing my clitoris, please forgive me!" she
implored.

"So you now admit you are thrilled by all this Michelle?"

Holding her head in shame she muttered, "Yes Master I am very thrilled."

Mandorf replaced the gag just when the girls returned. Both entered the room
with eyes downcast.

"Katrina you know the drill by now, I'll motion you when the time is right."
Mandorf said. "You may both look upon your next feast"

Katrina allowed her eyes to look at Michelle. At first Michelle appeared to be
like any other female, even though she was heavier than any of Mandorf's
submissive's. As her eyes continued to scan downward... she too became
mesmerize by Michelle's clit. She could not take her eyes off it. Katrina's
eye's fluttered hoping Master would allow her to grind her pussy into
Michelle's as a reward. Sierra noticed the affect Michelle had on Katrina, and
thought this just may turn out to be a worthwhile evening after all, providing
Master's cock was only given to her. Adam stood naked like the girls in the
room. Though he was muscular from head to toe, he hated being naked in front of
others. Master knew he disliked this and always made sure he properly
humiliated him by pointing out his 5" cock to all. Adam hated this. He'd
developed everywhere except in his genitals, such a dear price to pay despite
his physique. It was a pathetic site to see.... but it was even worse to have
everyone poke fun at, and that happened a lot during sessions with Master.

His deeply tanned body was beautiful, until he removed his clothes.

"It has come to my attention that Michelle openly defies my authority pets, she
must now experience what happens to those who venture out in search of their
own selfish needs."

Michelle's heart raced, she feared what was ahead especially when she'd heard
whispers coming from the females who waited her punishment to begin.

"Do not talk amongst you," Mandorf said reprimanding the girls. Mandorf removed
her blindfold, she was careful to keep her eyes lowered.

"Very good Michelle." Mandorf commented. "But I am afraid you obedience comes
rather late. You may raise you head and look around your room."

Michelle's eyes strained, adjusting to take in the images before her in the
candle lit room. She saw the two females and gasped when she noticed everyone
was naked. Katrina and Sierra walked towards her caressing her body. This
angered Michelle. She was not a homosexual and never thought it would ever
touch her world. She was repulsed by their touch, drawing away as far as her
bonds would allow. The one called Katrina looked upon her with lust in her
eyes. Katrina slowly licked her own lips in a tantalizing manner, flickering
the tip rapidly indicating where her tongue would soon travel on Michelle's
body. Disgust filled Michelle. Sierra traced circles down her spine ending up
at the base of her ass. She knelt down opening Michelle's ass wide and ran her
tongue up between her cheeks. Michelle didn't know which was worse, the
sensations Sierra was producing, or the look of wanton lust in Katrina's eyes.
Her body began to betray her once again she struggled to maintain what little
dignity she had left. As much as she hated what was happening, Sierra's tongue
took control of her body. She had managed to press her entire face into the
crack of Michelle's ass and licked her asshole till her cuntal juices flowed
downward. Sierra scooped them up but never touched Michelle's clit. She knew
this was Master's spot and she would not be allowed to enjoy the aperture
between her lips. Katrina grasped her face and forced her tongue into
Michelle's mouth. The duality of the two females had Michelle extremely hot
with desire. Michelle closed her eyes to block out their gender, she wanted to
escape believing it was Mandorf doing this to her instead.

"Open your eyes Michelle." Mandorf said approaching her rubbing his shiny
cockhead and holding the cat's in his other hand.

Michelle heard the order, but reacted too slowly.

"Move out of the way Katrina, Manson hissed as he looked at Michelle, readying
himself to swing the cat's."

She heard the cat's cut the air, and felt them strike her nipples awakening her
from her stupor quickly. All she could do was moan around her ball gag. She
looked at Mandorf with hatred as he raised and lowered the cat's again and
again hitting her everywhere across her breast.

CHAPTER SIX

Michelle was in so much pain she no longer cared what Mandorf did to her body.
He would never control her regardless of the beatings he subjected her to.
After he'd finished thrashing her breast, Katrina's tongue swirled around her
nipples touching a deep part of her core. Unable to remain silent she moaned
out loud. Every fiber of her being was screaming for release. She had been
shackled in this position for so long her arms ached badly. Mandorf had Adam
lengthen the chains that held her captive. Enough slack was permitted till her
hands could be lowered to her sides. Michelle never saw Mandorf nod to Katrina,
signaling her to get prepared. She approached Michelle donning a black strap
on. Michelle's eyes bucked at the size.

"Don't worry honey," Katrina whispered, "I'm about to give you the fucking and
licking of a lifetime.

Michelle wanted to be filled badly, but not by a woman. Most of her fantasies
concerning Mandorf had been of him forcibly taking her.not this.. Katrina slid
between Michelle's legs and sat on the floor, with her face within inches of
her pussy. Michelle could feel Katrina's breath on her pussy as Katrina inhaled
her scent.

"Hmmm you smell ripe for the taking sweetness," Katrina said licking her lips
again.

A rage unknown to Michelle filled her, how could Mandorf subject her to this.
Adam walked forward attaching the clamps to her sore nipples. Michelle screamed
as each one was attached with heavy chains that pulled them downward. No one
else was being subjected to this treatment but her...and this fuelled her
anger. Katrina reached up and tugged on the chain causing Michelle to lower her
body... straight into Katrina's mouth. Katrina's tongue traced all over her
vulva, exploring her cunt, yet never touching her prized possession. Adam
walked behind her and began tonguing her ass in a more sensual pace than even
Sierra could produce.

"Look slaves, our slut is on fire," Mandorf stated.

Michelle searching the room for his voice saw him lying across her bed with his
cock buried inside Sierra's mouth to the hilt. Flames rose inside those eyes as
she watched him being pleasured by his slave. Mandorf knew he was making her
angry by witnessing this... and it propelled him along. Not wanting to cum too
soon, he had Sierra stop, and reposition herself straddling his cock.

"Michelle, look only at me!" Mandorf commanded.

Michelle could not help but cry when the one thing she wanted, was about to
enter into a white woman.

"Michelle, do you want some of my cock?" Mandorf teased.

Michelle refused to answer him.

"Very well Michelle," Mandorf said.

"Adam place the ball back into its rightful place on Michelle."

Adam quickly responded for he knew what his Master was up to.

"When you've accomplished that task, change the hue of her ass for me." Mandorf
said with baited breath.

"Yes Master." Adam replied.

Adam hated beating anyone, grabbing the cat's he tore into Michelle's ass with
a fury. He knew it was either beat her or be beaten.... he chose the former.
The sound of the cat's hitting her ass filled the room. Michelle's tears
flowed. Welts raised across that jiggling ass making Mandorf's dick throb with
excitement. Every vein along his shaft rapidly pumped blood as Adam ministered
blow after stinging blow punctuated by his strength. Michelle unable to stand
any longer slumped forward right into Katrina's waiting mouth. This time
Katrina captured her clitoris and awakened every nerve in Michelle's body as
pleasure took precedence over pain. Torn between the two feelings she moaned
loudly around her gag. Her breast and ass were a blur of marks that made her
appear like the bitch in heat she was. Katrina's tongue pulled, teased and
taunted the orgasm to come forth. Her eyes were filled with jealousy as her
Master entered the body she wanted to fuck herself. Knowing there was nothing
she could do to stop her Master, Katrina continued on lashing Michelle's clit
with a fury. Michelle fought with all her strength not to come, even though her
body had abandoned her long ago.

" Look at me Michelle!" Mandorf commanded.

Michelle raised her head to look at him. Sierra was poised with her pussy above
his cock. She slowly descended filling her cunt with what should have been in
Michelle's. She watched as Sierra's cunt lips grasped and tugged Mandorf's cock
coating it with her juices. Mandorf's cock was shining with her juices as s he
relentlessly rode his cock up and down supporting her own weight, like a
jockey. Mandorf's eyes clenched shut as Sierra's muscles contracted gripping
him harder and harder with each stroke. Michelle looked him deeply in his eyes,
knowing the glazed look which etched his face. She was angry for it should have
been at the mercy of her own pussy. Mandorf knew his orgasm was approaching,
shoving Sierra off his cock, he strode across to Michelle, who's own ass was a
blur of movement from the tonguing Katrina was hell bent on applying. He
removed her gag, walking behind her; Mandorf went down on his knees. Looking
very closely at her ass, it took all his strength to keep from cumming.

"Do you want this cock Michelle?"

"Yes Master yessssss!" she breathlessly stated.

"As you wish Michelle" and he plowed all 8" into her ass.

Michelle screamed as he fucked her unconcerned with her cries. Thanks to the
tonguing Sierra had applied earlier, he entered her easily. Her muscles gripped
his cock like a vise as he pumped in and out of her rapidly. She tried to run
away but Mandorf grabbed her clamps and held her at bay. Katrina glued her
mouth to Michelle's clit and knew it was time to take her to that special place
women long to dwell at.

Every portion of Michelle's pussy screamed warnings of the impending orgasms.
"Yesssss Master! ughhh...." she yelled, as her orgasm signaled Mandorf's own.

He was sweating profusely at the tightness of her ass as her muscles pulled him
towards meltdown. Load after load he pumped into her. Hot scalding cum splashed
the interior bowels of her ass finally exiting out as Mandorf pumped thick
globs of cum into her.

"Ughhh Michelle, ughhhhh.... he groaned, like an animal in the wild who ruled
his territory. All that he had emptied into her ass and exited down her legs in
time to be mixed with her own juices being swallowed by Katrina.

Still hard he withdrew, slowly teasing it across her opening. He knew she
wanted it inside of her pussy, but he would not stick it in. Standing slowly
Mandorf motioned for Adam.

Adam knew his job without further instruction. Lowering himself to his knees,
he took Mandorf into his mouth and thoroughly cleaned his Master's cock with
his talented tongue. Mandorf knew Michelle had crossed a barrier in her own
awakening. He knew a very special part of her would always be his. He also knew
what she still longed for that which he'd yet to deliver. Soon very soon, he
knew he'd fuck her within and inch of her life.

CHAPTER SEVEN

It seemed like years ago when Michelle had experienced that fateful night at
the hands of Mandorf. In all actuality it had been just a few months before she
herself stepped into the world of Domination from placing her personal ad and
playing on a "talk-line". Though the experience was probably the adventure of
her lifetime, she never wanted another man to control her. Michelle's
personality was too strong and she was also too opinionated to ever come under
anyone's control. After Joe and her separated, she personally vowed never to
allow anyone to manipulate her again.

Mandorf was someone she both loved and hated as a result of that venture. That
night in particular he kept her bound for several hours afterwards. She watched
him humiliate Adam by ordering Katrina to violate him with her strap-on.
Michelle was surprised it aroused her to witness this. Seeing a woman take a
man as strong as Adam and break him down to his lowest form, fucking his ass
with no mercy was forever etched into her memory. Watching Adam, all muscular
taking a 9" dildo up his ass made Michelle realize she enjoyed seeing men
surrender to orders sexually. She never gave it much thought afterwards till
she called that phone line long ago and found herself propelled into a world of
bondage, pain and erotica. She had her pick of submissive males, but deep
within her spirit she long to have just one black male under her authority
also. Now her golden opportunity was about to manifest with Mandorf assisting.

Mandorf was more than willing to help set things up...for he too would
ultimately derive pleasure at the expense of Joe's pain and humiliation.
Michelle had used him many times for advice on building her room for her
slaves, but steered clear of any involvement with him sexually. She still
desired to ride that cock of his, but knew he would never accept a casual
rendezvous, just for the sake of pleasure unless she begged for it. She knew he
desired to fuck her, but would never be forthright in asking, she sensed he was
waiting on the right moment. Together they plotted to lure Joe into her trap.
Neither feared repercussions from their plot, for by the time they were
finished with him chances were slim he'd ever tell a living soul.

Mandorf invited Joe to his home for drinks that evening. Joe assuming they had
become "buds" readily accepted. Thoughts of Michelle entered his mind
frequently, but he knew he'd never see or hear from her again. He knew he had
practically emptied her bank account, but was relieved she took it all in
stride, never once reporting it to the police. Little did Joe know, chances
were better had she done just that. Thanks to Mandorf his life was about to
change in a way he'd remember for the rest of his life. A car would soon arrive
at Michelle's to take them to Mandorf's home. The original plan was to lure him
to Michelle's house. When they discussed it later on, it was agreed that
Mandorf's home would suit better since he had a sound proof dungeon, built into
his basement.

Joe pressed the doorbell at Mandorf's house promptly at 6 p.m. sharp. A very
attractive black haired beauty answered the door issuing him inside. Joe
admired females, and wasted no time in laying his charm on this one. Little did
he know Katrina, was after the same things he was.... fresh pussy. She detested
him the moment she saw him. He acted very cocky and was too sure of himself.
She knew tonight's preparations had been specially catered for him. Leading him
into Mandorf's study she offered him a drink. Joe requested Scotch and little
did he know the glass already contained a drug, which would blur his senses
allotting them time to position his body in the dungeon for tonight's special
session. Katrina knew that within a few moments his body would come alive with
a desire he'd never experienced. Mandorf had once subjected her to it, and it
was a night of untold passions she wished she could endure over and over.
Problem was the drug was not safe for prolong use. Mandorf was very secretive
about it origin...only he knew where to purchase it, and how much to use.
Smiling wickedly to herself she handed the drink to Joe informing him Mandorf
would be with him shortly. Joe eyed her body openly. He was always driven by
his own determination. He knew women fell prey to his looks and charm, thus
enabling him to have any woman he desired. He looked upon Katrina no
differently, what a critical mistake in judgment that was.

Joe had heard the rumors about Manson's wild adventures. He dismissed many as
rumors for surely his new found "bud" would have shared such had it happened in
reality. Little did he know that tonight he'd find out the truth at the hands
of his so called "bud". He accepted the drink Katrina had prepared and noticed
how strange it taste. He assumed because Mandorf was a rich and powerful
Attorney, chances were it had to have been an expensive VSOP blend. Adjusting
to the taste, he gulped it down as he watched Katrina occupy his mind. She had
been instructed to perform a small show if needed, till the drink was consumed.
She stood there before him, hating to focus in on his crotch; Master had
ordered her to do what ever was necessary. She openly rubbed her pussy as she
eyed his cock. This was all Joe needed. To him, he had her hook, line and
sinker...that is until he passed out!

CHAPTER EIGHT

Michelle stood in her closet deciding what to wear for this special evening.
She wanted to look provocative, yet ingrain a look of Femdom, on those who
beheld her body. She laughed as she stepped into her 8" black strap on,
nestling it between her vulva and ass. Michelle picked up her gold lame thongs,
making sure the dildo was not visible from the back. She walked around the room
making sure she could move without the dildo slipping from it's hiding place.
Finally she decided upon a black lace bodysuit with random gold studs from neck
to toe. It was easy to get into as she pulled the stocking legs over her form.
As she placed her arms into the snug sleeves she admired the look, knowing
others would also. The snugness of the fit excited even her. Despite her
weight, she was curvaceous. Her breast, which luckily did not sag, looked
magnificent through the lace. An opening was there for her nipples to be pulled
through.naturally exposing each rigid bud. The crotch had a Velcro opening
allowing accessibility if needed. Carefully eyeing her crotch, her dildo was
safely hidden. She enjoyed the look thus far, but had grown accustomed to the
feeling the clamps provided for her nipples. Reaching into her drawer she
pulled out a pair of gold clamps attached by three strands of lightweight gold
herringbone chain. Michelle knew her nipples looked better now that she had
added this touch.. Though her breast jutted naturally she added a black waist
cincher pulling it closed tightly by its gold lacing. All that was left was the
5" spiked heel boots and her outer gown. She had designed several floor length
gowns, which hugged her breast and waist, flaring out as billows of fabric
accentuated her hips and ass. Deciding upon wearing the teal one...she admired
the finished look in her mirror. One gold comb held her hair piled high on her
head, a few wispy ringlets framed her face. She looked sexy and she knew even
Mandorf would be intoxicated with her presence. Turning quickly and exiting her
bedroom, she went in search of her pets.

"Marcia, Erica, come down the stairs immediately" she ordered.

Both men descended the stairs, awaiting instructions to look at their Mistress.

"You may look at me," Michelle added realizing they awaited instructions to do
so."

Longing for their Mistress, their eyes blazed with desire when they saw her.

"There has been a change of plans for this evenings festivities... girls,"
Michelle said enjoying their discomfort at being called females, but continued
on,

"We will be going out for the evening. A limousine will arrive to pick us up
shortly. As you both noticed I took extra time to make sure you looked and
dressed like the sluts you are. Marcia, you look very sweet in your red thongs.
However make sure you tuck your worthless cock between your legs. That goes for
you too Erica! Michelle said glancing in his direction.

Fluff your hair more Marcus, I want you to look like the cheap trailer slut you
are, my trashy white bitch!" she added.

"I know you are both angry about the removal of your leg and facial hair...but
actually you two look better as females than you ever did as men! Now go and
recheck yourselves, I do hope you've practiced walking in your heels while I
dressed. My bitches will look and act the part tonight for Master Mandorf's and
my pleasure!"

Quickly dismissing them Michelle sat alone in her living room awaiting final
inspection of her girls. She carefully sat down to see how it felt to have a
dildo lying between the valley of her vaginal lips and ass. Noticing no
discomfort her mind wandered back on the days events. After she had humiliated
them both earlier, she went to her room to view the videotape. She knew they
both climaxed within seconds of one another, but actually Eric was in the
throes of ecstasy first. Determined to further punish them she ignored the
facts and decided to make them both serve Mandorf and her this evening, and
what an evening it would be too. Michelle smiled at the possibilities Mandorf
would send them through. One thing Michelle knew, though she enjoyed receiving
the cuntal licks given by her sub's.... her pussy needed feeding and tonight
someone was gonna fuck her...and she knew just who it would be!

Four men would vie for the opportunity...yet only one would succeed. She slowly
slid back and forth along the dildo's length nestled between her legs.

Reaching down she touched her pussy saying out loud," Soon very soon, you will
no longer remain empty, I plan to make sure, you're filled to capacity!"
Michelle could feel her cunt heating up at the sheer thought of it all.

CHAPTER NINE

Marcus and Eric both were fuming. Each had wrestled with the idea all day long
about being humiliated in front of Mistress' guest as they expected she would
do. Making matters worse was Marcus being dressed in flimsy lingerie and heels
also. It did not bother him when she did Eric like this, but to him, it was way
too much. Eric's heels were too big and Marcus' heels were so snug at the toe
he hated to take a step. Still each were equally determined to win their
Mistress' heart, ultimately choosing to stay, rather than flea the impending
situation. Marcus stood in the bathroom, wobbling on the heels he had to wear.
Looking at himself in the mirror, no one would have ever guessed he was a man.
When Mistress instructed him where to remove his body hair, it was a long cold
moment in time for him. Eager to please her he did it wondering how he'd
explain this new look to his law partners and clients. He had decided if asked,
he informed them he was in a play and had to make the necessary adjustments for
the character he portrayed. Hopefully no one would ask where it was playing,
for he had no answer. Now Mistress wanted his wig fluffed to perfection and a
perfect walk to set things off. If Mistress wanted to humiliate him, this time
she definitely hit the nail on the head! Regardless of the discomfort, he was
determined to do exactly as she commanded. The one thing that upset him was
being exposed beyond her doors in public. What if the car was stopped? What if
something happened on the way there...an accident perhaps, these thoughts
hounded him deeply. Finally admitting to himself there was nothing to fear...
but his fears, he emerged out of the bathroom. His stomach growled, he was
hungry and unlike Eric had not had anything to eat. He wondered if Mistress
remembered that. He hoped she would allow him a morsel of something to kill the
hunger growing in his stomach.

Eric was scared also; unlike Marcus his fears were more so of the "nights
events" than exposure. He had made peace with his desires long ago. If anyone
saw him that knew him, it was no big deal to him. Many of his friends already
knew he was strange...now, they'd just have validation as to which category he
fell into. He loved the way his lingerie felt against his body. As far as Eric
was concerned, if possible, he'd dress this way everyday. His only complaint
was the fingernails; he found it difficult to do anything in them. Careful of
his sheer lavender thongs, he hid his penis as best as he could. He twirled
around in front of the mirror, feeling and looking like a very sexy vixen. He'd
managed to master walking in his heels...ugly as they were it upset him,
because they did not match his ensemble.

Every time she called him her ' bitch," Eric became aroused. Smoothing his
stockings one last time, he not only felt good...he knew he looked good. Happy
Mistress removed his bodily hair made him look even more feminine, and that he
loved that the most. Transformation complete, he emerged and walked proudly
down the stairs. It never dawned on him, that this role would become his
reality in the days to come.

Michelle watched as her girls came down the stairs. She had two final things
she wanted them to wear. Unconcerned about their feelings she reached into her
purse and withdrew some cologne and liberally sprayed them with the scent. Each
reacted differently. Marcus hated it the most, though he had to admit to
himself the fragrance was pleasant. Eric on the other hand was more than
willing to allow Mistress to spray it all over him. Michelle pointed towards
two floor length gowns, which were draped over a chair. Both would cover their
flat chests, fastened with just one button at the waist like hers. Marcus was
more than happy to cover himself up, however depending on how he stepped it
parted showing off his manly but hairless legs. One thing he did like, at least
it matched his lingerie. Thankful his Mistress had not made him look hideous,
quieted his fears somewhat. Eric gleefully put his lavender gown on. This new
fabric made him feel alive and sexy ... he felt his dreams had all come true,
marveling at how the fabric felt against his skin.

Girls, our limousine has arrived," Michelle informed them softly.

They exited her home headed towards the waiting limousine.

The chauffeur thought he'd seen it all when Michelle and her subs came out to
the car. Ignoring Eric's proud smiles, he hurried and shut their doors glad to
place distance between Eric and himself.

"Girls I am sure you two must be starving, so before we go to Master Mandorf's
home, we shall stop and have dinner at LaNaj's." Michelle paused taking in the
affect her words had on their faces.

Marcus lost his appetite, as fear crept into his body. LaNaj's was a very
popular and expensive restaurant, one he'd frequented many times with his
clients. His fears showed openly on his face and Michelle smiled to herself
knowing she'd finally hit a bull's-eye in his armor.

Speaking into the intercom she announced to the driver." We will be stopping at
LaNaj's for dinner before going to Master Mandorf's"

Relaxing back in her seat, Michelle's heart filled with joy as tonight's
festivities had already begun.

CHAPTER TEN

As the limousine pulled up in front of LaNaj's Marcus' nervousness increased
ten-fold. He knew this would be a major test in his obedience to his Mistress.
He hated getting out of the car; he had trouble keeping his dress closed even
as he walked wobbling in those heels to the entrance. He noticed Mistress
slipped William the doorman some money, he just hoped it was not for special
treatment in seating. Once inside, his worse fears were confirmed. They were
lead to the main dining room...and it was full to capacity. The maitre d seated
them in the middle of the room, quickly taking notice of Marcus and Eric.
Marcus was sure Michael had recognized him, so he kept his head lowered. People
seem to stare at them openly when they walked in; this humiliated him to no
end. Mistress and Eric seemed oblivious of the stares. Eric was soaking it all
in, playing his role to the hilt.

How sick, Marcus thought to himself.

He was glad when he received a menu, enabling him to hide himself behind it.
Marcus heard the voice before he saw the face. Sitting at the next table,
within direct view was the head of his firm. Too scared to look up, he kept his
face lowered.

"Jasper, how lovely it is running into you here" Mistress commented, as she
extended her hand to his colleague.

Marcus was speechless. He had no idea Mistress even knew his partner. His heart
beat rapidly as Jasper stood up and approached their table exchanging
pleasantries with his Mistress.

"Do sit down for a minute and catch me up on things," Mistress added.

Jasper reached for a seat happy to be invited to chat briefly.

"Miss Zaire, it is always a pleasure seeing you. As usual you know I always
keep my nose to the grindstone. I am in the midst of a heated case with your
Attorney Manson Endorphe. We seem to be locking heads on this one case big
time. Hopefully all will be resolved shortly. I hate now I did not invite him
into the partnership, for he is an excellent Attorney indeed!" Jasper replied.

"Miss Zaire," Jasper managed to say before Mistress interrupted him.

"Jasper do call me Michelle or Zaire, no need for formalities between us," she
reminded him.

"Very well then Zaire, do introduce me to these lovely ladies."

"Forgive my bad manners, this is Erica and Marcia." Marcus died at that moment,
or so he thought. Eric happily extended his hand responding in his own
masculine voice. His partner did not react upon hearing it. Instead he looked
at Eric with what Marcus could only determine as lust in his eyes.

I'll be damn Marcus thought. Who'd have ever figured his partner was bisexual,
for there was no mistaking that look he just witnessed. Relaxing some Marcus
just extended his hand and nodded at his partner. Jasper looked at him, finally
commenting, "You look so familiar to me Marcia, have we met before?"

"No, I don't think so." Marcus replied in a falsetto voice.

He was surprised he was able to pull that off with his partner, even more
amazed the voice came forth as if he'd spoken like that for years. Jasper
looked surprised for a moment and then continued on speaking with Michelle.

" Zaire are you aware that I am divorced now," Jasper questioned before
continuing, "It was such a nasty divorce...however ultimately she received a
nice settlement in the process and we can both live our lives.... minus the
pain of union that is." he added.

"Jasper, you are a resilient man. I cannot imagine anything keeping you down.
Well at least you'll be free to pursue that which delights you so." Mistress
said, winking her eye.

"Zaire, you always stay one step ahead," he said, smiling uncomfortably, "I
must be getting back to my table, do allow me to send over a bottle of
champagne...and as you sip it my dear, do share in the celebration of my
freedom." Jasper said as he stood up.

Looking at Eric, once again Jasper smiled in appreciation of what his eyes
beheld. He was about to leave when he suddenly turned around and said, "Zaire,
you're a naughty little vixen." shifting his eyes towards Marcus, "It took me a
minute to recognize you Marcus, never fret...you secret is safe with me. Seems
everyone's cards are on the table, but in the future...you might remember to
remove the ring I gave the partners for Christmas before coming into public!"
he said with a wink and quickly left the table.

Michelle laughed at Marcus; his face was so red, till it was just a few shades
off from his gown.

"Marcia, as you just witnessed, everyone is not who "you" think they are
girlie!

How does that song go?...

No one knows what goes on behind closed doors!!"

Mistress boldly announced, laughing at the same time. Marcus could say nothing.
A very intense moment has just happened to him. He hoped his partner would not
divulge his humiliating public display with others...yet if he did, Marcus
realized, he too now had knowledge of Jasper's own sexual preferences. For the
first time since he became Michelle's sub...Marcus was angry. Keeping a blank
expression, he remained silent.

The Champagne was sent over, and Mistress allowed them to order what they
desired. As hungry as Marcus was, he seemed to have totally lost his appetite.
Michelle noticed the changed immediately. "Marcus you will eat, for you'll need
your strength for what lies ahead," she warned. Slowly and methodically, he
chewed his food, surprising himself that he'd actually finished it without
being conscience of eating. Eric acted like a floozy the entire dinner period.
This irritated Marcus, he was more than happy when time came to leave. Walking
pass the table where his partner sat, was doubly embarrassing for him. To his
shock, Jasper reached out and pinched his ass as they walked by. One thing
Marcus knew for a fact, he'd better hurry up and straighten Jasper out...for he
was no man's bitch!

Exiting the restaurant they once again sat in the limousine this time en route
to Master Mandorf's home. Marcus did not know which was worse, that which he
just endured...or that which was about to happen.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Joe was slowly coming around thinking he'd been asleep. Thoughts and images
raced before him in flashes, as he desperately tried to sort them out. Every
fiber of his being ached yet he had no idea why. When he tried to open his eyes
flashes of light hit his pupils causing him to shut them quickly. Being careful
on the next attempt he opened them cautiously, gradually awaiting his vision to
clear. Several minutes had passed before he was able to see his surroundings.
As things came into view Joe eyes buldged with horror as he slowly scanned the
room. The room had stone walls with torches mounted on them. Thinking all had
been a dream would have been so much easier, but pains shot through his arms
making him aware this was real. Fear hit his system coursing straight to his
bowels as a foreboding feeling penetrated the air. Pain gripped his arms then
he finally noticed, his hands had been secured by thick leather cuffs as he
looked above he realized, he was dangling by two chains from the ceiling
attached to his wrists.

He struggled in vain knowing he could not possibly free himself, desperately
trying to fill in the gaps he slowly retraced the days events. He remembered
being invited by Manson for drinks. He recalled the sexy woman that let him in,
later fixing him a drink. No matter how much he searched his memory he always
landed back to that drink. Panic set in as he realized he'd been drugged but
nothing made sense as to why. As if on command a speaker crackled to life as he
listen to an unknown voice confirming his fears.

"I hope you find your accommodations acceptable Joe, for you will be visiting
us for a long time to come. We are sure that you have many questions. If there
is anything I can do, just ask." she calmly spoke.

"Who the fuck are you?...Where in the hell am I?...Release me from these chain
immediately dammit!! Joe angrily barked.

My name is Sierra; you are at the Master's house. The Master will be with you
shortly. It will do you no good to curse, or yell...for this room is
soundproof." Sierra firmly stated.

Fuck you Bitch! Get me down now dammit, my arms are killing me!!! Joe yelled.

I can only do what the Master instructs; you will remain as you are in the
meantime. You cannot get loose, so reserve your strength. If you need anything,
ask nicely, otherwise you'll be ignored!" Sierra stated, loving her short-lived
authority.

Joe was enraged, "Look bitch, dammit I am not some slave. You have me tied here
like I am on an auction block or something, get me the fuck down NOW!!!, Joe
screamed.

All he heard was a crackle and he realized she had turned off the intercom.



Joe was beyond angry, never before had he ever been this mad in his entire
life. He kept wondering why this was happening and who would do such a thing.
He had no idea where his friend Manson was and it never dawned on him he had
anything to do with his plight. His biggest mistake was assuming Manson had
been abducted too. He hoped Manson was fairing a lot better than he was, but
did not waste much time with worrying about him since he was in a helluva
predicament his self.

He never saw the figure walk up behind him. When he finally realized what was
happening a blindfold had been slipped over his eyes and tied tightly, a round
object had been shoved in his mouth and he hated he ever curse at that woman.
Joe felt powerful hands hold his body and the coldness of metal touched his
skin. He began thrashing about to no avail, then suddenly he felt air hitting
his body. He heard the snips and realized his clothes were being cut off his
body. He could tell someone else was in the room besides the one with the
powerful hands.

It really did not matter for what could he possibly do if he did see them, he
thought.

He was in a situation where his chances were slim, so until he knew what he was
up against, he decided to reserve his strength. Within moments leather cuffs
were attached to each ankle, followed by heavy chains pulling his legs apart
wide. Every muscle and tendon was being stretched beyond its limit, as fear and
sweat covered his body. Joe knew he was in deep shit. All he hoped for was that
his captors did not kill him. The intercom crackled again, and he heard a male
voice...this time one he recognized!

"Good Evening Joe," Manson said.

"I am glad you decided to hang around for me," he added chuckling.

"I am sorry this is a one way conversation, but being that you said a mouthful
earlier I am sure your vocal cords could use the rest. Soon all of your
questions will be answered, as my other guest have already arrived. We're about
to darken the room for you...and you will soon be in for a surprise. Let me add
this for you awareness, I never liked you the slightest bit. The things that
happens to you this night will be things you'll never forget!"

You see there's several ways to accomplish revenge - - -

the right way....

the wrong way....

and Michelle's way!!!

What little blood remained in Joe's face, drained with the name Michelle.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Michelle arrived with her girls at Mandorf's home. She was excited to say the
least that her moment had finally arrived. Mandorf greeted her personally at
the door, eyeing her lustfully as she walked in. It was a little hard for him
seeing Michelle as a Dominant at first, but he knew he played a major role in
her discovering her true self worth. They never discuss that day he used her as
a sub. He realized she was a strong woman, and if given the chance would love
to experience her in a turnabout. He too had played both roles. He loved
delivering the cane, but occasionally enjoyed submitting to it...unbeknownst to
his own sub's. Her sub's had been trained well, and he in his own odd way was
envious of them, for there was no pleasure without pain.

He knew many of the subs had been disobedient. Mandorf had shared with Michelle
his problem concerning Katrina on things she'd done without his approval.
Recently he'd taken a new submissive into the fold. Katrina was drawn to her
the moment she saw her and had sex with her. Mandorf was furious when Sierra
told him she caught them in the act. Mandorf decided several sub's could be
discipline tonight. He always respected Katrina wish not to be violated with a
penis... tonight he planned to renege his original agreement. Lessons had to be
taught, and no one under his thumb would ever dare to usurp his authority
again, especially Katrina.

The room had been darkened for Joe's punishment, it created an air of mystery.
Michelle watched as Joe's clothes were cut off him by Adam and Sierra. He
looked even more appealing bound in his chains. Michelle's whole countenance
had changed when she saw him...little did anyone know this change was
dangerous. An assortment of whips lay close for her usage, Mandorf had arranged
things especially for her. Standing before Joe, Michelle signaled Adam to
remove his blindfold and gag. When Joe opened his eyes, all he could see was
her silhouette.

"Hello Joe," Michelle began but was cut off before she could finish.

"Michelle I know what I did was wrong..." Joe managed to say.

"Shut up you lying worthless fuck! You had more than enough time to make
restitution, so do not bother me with your pathetic whinings now DAMMIT! You
WILL and I repeat WILL address me as Mistress Zaire. If you interrupt me when I
speak... you'll regret it. I could give a flying fuck as to anything you have
to say unless it's Yes Mistress Zaire and No Mistress Zaire...do you
understand?" Michelle said picking up a whip.

"Yes I understand." he replied angrily.

Swooosh the whip cut into the air connecting with his thighs and ass.

"Oouuuch!!...Oh please, please do not hit me again please Michelle I beg you."
he pleaded with genuine fear.

Swooosh the whip sliced through the air hitting him across his back and
abdomen. Joe's body jerked violently against the chains as his screams pierced
the air.

"Say it you drug addicted bitch, say it!

"Say wha..."

Swooosh swoosh the whip repeatedly cut into his body. Joe's body thrashed about
like a man on fire. Michelle was relentless, until he called her by proper name
she continued not concerned about his wounds as blood began to ooze from two
openings made by the whip.

"Yessssss Mistress Zaire ma'am"

Swooosh, large vivid welts formed as Michelle cut into his shoulder blades and
chest. Joe was confused, the pain was so searing he forgot what she asked.

He thought he'd said it properly grasping for the right words he barely
uttered, "Yesss MISTRESS ZAIRE!"

"Very good Josie, don't breakdown on me now bitch, for the night is young and
we've just begun!" Michelle said vehemently.



Marcus and Eric winced as each blow was delivered. Each sub stood behind Joe
watching his body sweat and bleed as Mistress punished this man. Each thought
of their own disobedience, all that is except Katrina... who enjoyed seeing a
man get his just desserts. "Adam, lower him down some," Mistress ordered. Adam
scared himself moved as quickly as possible. The last thing he wanted was to be
in Joe's place. Turning the lever, which lengthened the chains from the
ceiling, Joe slowly descended downward.

"Enough Adam" Michelle said quickly. Picking up a tube she approached Joe,
squeezing a large amount as she walked. "Oh your poor wretched wench! Maybe
this balm will help sooth your wounds"

Eric felt faint as he realized it was Ben-Gay!



Joe thought Michelle had suddenly has mercy on him. His whole entire body was
ablaze with pain. He watched her approach, looking at her through blood red
eyes, hoping and praying it was over. Her words kept ringing in his
ear..."tonight has just started."

Michelle delivered an open handed slap across his face.

Keep your eyes lowered to the floor unless I tell you to look at me Josie!

"Yes Mistress Zaire." he cried as he immediately looked downwards.

"Very well you worthless fuck. Because I know you are in pain, here's some
balm." she said with a snicker.

Rubbing a liberal amount into his worst wound, Joe let out a blood-curdling
scream. The ointment felt like liquid fire igniting areas, where pain had yet
to spread.

Ignoring his cries, she applied it all over his body

"Tonight Josie or Josephine, will be the end of your nickname. Everyone that's
present can see that magnificent cock of yours. Behind you are 3 ladies. You
will not only service them, but you better last longer than your nick... MR
SEVEN MINUTE MAN! Oh, I guess the secrets out, Girls...Josie here can barely
last past 7 minutes while fucking! An orgasm tonight is the last thing he
wants....correct Josie?" Michelle teased.

"Yes Mistress Zaire" Joe replied softly.

Don't go getting soft on me Josie, for there are several more whips I am dying
to test, she said coating his cock and balls with Ben-Gay!!!"

Quickly barking orders Michelle instructed Adam help her out of her gown.
Standing in front of Joe, Michelle ordered him to look at her. Joe was slow in
responding totally absorbed with his pain. He wanted desperately to wash the
Ben-gay off. His eyes were pleading as they took in her beauty. Joe deeply
regretted stealing her money, and one thing he knew...no amount was worth what
it ended up costing him.

Michelle slapped him harder in his face," When I tell you to do something, you
better be quick Josephine...slow reactions will allow all your unbruised flesh
to meet my leather dick!" she said picking up and stroking the next whip in
line.

Yes Mistress Zaire" he quickly responded.

"Awww what a good little thieving bitch we're becoming. Sooooo ahh...
compliant..." she said laughing,

Joe was so humiliated. Everyone in the room knew what he'd done. He hated with
a passion these names she called him...but knew for a fact things would never
be the same.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Mandorf sat with a raging hardon watching Michelle in awe. When Adam had helped
her out of her gown, her body took his breath away. He wanted her badly at that
moment. His cock throbbed with it's own beat as he motioned for Sierra to tend
to his needs. Sierra had stood beside her Master throughout Joe's punishment
angrily glaring at her Master's latest passion...Mistress Michelle. She knew
Master adored the ground Mistress Michelle walked on, not having any sayso in
who he could lust after, she knelt before him following her orders. As she
opened his robe she was astonished to see his cock was rock hard and leaking
precum. Lightly teasing him, she rolled her thumb back and forth across its
head. She repositioned herself between his legs because of her height,
stretching forth her neck as she opened her mouth to lapped up the seepage that
flowed from his cock. Her tongued swirled around his head slowly descending
down his shaft. She prided herself in her ability to swallow him whole, knowing
he loved this she proceed till her nose was nestled in his pubic hairs. His
scent always intoxicated her, she savored each breath enjoying the way he
cradled her head as he guided her head up and down his shaft. Her Master's head
flung backwards as he immersed himself into the softness of her hot salivating
mouth.

Mandorf was totally mesmerized by Michelle he was turned on by the lace
bodysuit seductive fit. He felt since she produced his throbbing hardon, she
should be the one honored to reap his essence. Besides he also knew Sierra
needed to be reminded of her place as his slave. Regaining his composure he
looked on.

Joe could not believe the scene he just witnessed. Manson was getting his cock
sucked in the midst of his pain. Realizing he was targeted made him very
uncomfortable, for there was no telling what these sick fucks would do.
Michelle's transformation had shocked him the most, he realized he
miscalculated her silence concerning his deeds as weakness.... oh how wrong he
was!

Michelle watched Joe closely, knowing exactly what her next move would be.

"Look at my body Josie!" she ordered.

Joe watched as Michelle's hands slid downwards, to that large treasure he once
loved to suck. He could see it protruding from the bodysuit she was wearing.
What frightened him most was the look in her eyes.

"Adam dear, take Josephine down and place the slut on the X-table face down and
chain her." Michelle commanded.

"Yes Mistress Michelle" he replied and set about doing his task. Adam hated
every time he took orders from Mistress Michelle. Master Mandorf had made him
wear a chastity belt, further humiliating him. It had an opening allowing the
subject to urinate with no hassle. Problem was because of his size, Master made
him pull his little cock through the opening, and the others teased him
unceasingly.

Joe felt momentary relief as his feet touched the floor. When his arms were
released his body screamed with pain. After being suspended like that for hours
he knew it would take a moment to adjust. The Ben-Gay was still burning
especially on his wounds. He wished someone would have mercy and wash it all
off. Joe also had no idea what the X-table was, till Adam lead him to a metal
table shaped like an X with a hole in the center, bolted to the floor. He knew
not to fight, besides who would help him, so he willing allowed Adam to strap
him down, inserting his cock through the opening. Joe became nauseous as he
thought Michelle was about to perform an Elaina Bobbit castration, on his cock.
He began shaking so hard, he could not stop, his mind raced with all sorts of
fears as he imagined his cock lying on the ground, sliced off by the hands of
Michelle. It took several minutes to get him secured into place and finally a
peace rested over him, when he realized he'd seen no knife. The table was
uncomfortable, his head dangled downward at the top, when he looked under the
table, he could see his own cock, sticking through the hole. With the chains
reattached his arms were pulled wider apart, than when he was suspended.
Michelle walked to the front of the table, snatching his head up with one hand.
He heard a small rip, and then realized she was unfastening the Velcro crotch
of her bodysuit. She reached underneath and bought forth a large black dildo.
Fear set in as Joe realized what was about to happen, unable to control it...he
vomited on the floor. "Hmmm Josephine, something got your tummy all messed up?
I may just make you eat that later.... better yet Marcia, come here and clean
this mess up our little Josie just made." Marcus was horrified; his own stomach
had turned somersaults since this whole escapade began. Fearing Mistress' wrath
he quickly walked wobbling uncontrollably on his heels as he stepped.

"Marcia, hmmm it seems you have nothing to use to clean this up with. Oh well,
carry it in your hands to the nearest receptacle and you better not spill a
drop!

Marcus was repulsed by the order; yet he knew he better do as instructed. As he
was bending over to begin, Michelle took her foot and kicked him over. Shocked
as to the reason why she quickly retorted,

"Now is that anyway for a lady to bend over...stoop down girl! Do it right!"

"Yes Mistress" he replied.

Luckily he had not landed in the mess, for he knew he'd surely be in trouble
for soiling his clothes. Standing back up, he spotted a trashcan and he slowly
stooped back down scooping up a handful... He was about to leave when Mistress
yelled for him to stop.

"Oh Josieeee, you have a choice dear. You can either lick Marcia's hands clean
or suck on this cock!" she stated stroking the dildo like it was her own live
member.

In a low voice Joe said, "Mistress Zaire, please may I suck your cock"

"Oh goodie" Michelle responded sarcastically," Erica, grab the camera off the
table and take some pictures of Josephine eating my cock!!!"

Eric was thrilled to be assisting his Mistress with a 'clean assignment' unlike
poor Marcus. Grabbing the camera he hurried over to take the photos.

Jokingly Michelle lifted Joe's head saying, "Do a good job 'my chocolate lil
bitch', and whatever you do DON'T BITE MY COCK!" and broke out in laughter.



Mandorf was unable to pass this opportunity by. He stood up stroking his
leaking cock and approached the table.

"Mistress Michelle," he started. "I think it is time to test Josephine's
endurance," he added winking.

Michelle already aware of Katrina's disobedience nodded in approval. Michelle
had waited for this moment. She planned to enjoy Katrina's humiliation since
she had toyed with Michelle that fateful day long ago.

"Katrina," Mandorf summoned, "Come here this instant!" he snapped.

Katrina had been enjoying the happenings up to this moment. Thinking nothing
wrong she came forward as instructed.

"I was informed by Sierra, that my new sub Heather and you had sex without
permission. Heather will be dealt with at a later time, but you my dear will
perform what you hate with a passion."

Fear gripped Katrina, as she stood there speechless listening as her Master
continued.

"As Josephine sucks her Mistress' cock, you, my frisky lezzie bitch shall suck
Josephine's cock!"

Katrina would have preferred a beating over this task. Inwardly she was
outraged at her Master's command. She had never been ordered to do a man...less
known been ordered to suck her own Master's cock!

The mere thought sickened her. She felt betrayed, yet she knew she had
selfishly disobeyed a major rule in the house. Self-gratification, and
unauthorized sex was strictly prohibited. She wanted to plead, but knew that
too much tension was already in the air...she dared not risk a greater fate,
and for Katrina that spelled penetration by a male cock! No male dick had ever
entered her mouth or pussy, fearful of that reality she slowly got on the floor
sliding under the table to taste the first cock she ever had her e.n.t.i.r.e.
life!!

Mandorf decided this would make a great video, so he ordered Adam to turn the
cameras on and angle one under the table. Katrina was receiving her first taste
of humiliation, and Sierra was more than happy. Katrina accepted her order, but
knew before this night was over. She'd tell Master the hatred Sierra harbored
concerning Mistress Michelle.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Joe was in trouble; he knew Michelle was aware of his problem with premature
ejaculation. He had no idea, which was worse, sucking her black dildo, or
withholding his own orgasm. He also knew if he climaxed he would face a worse
fate. No matter how he looked at it, his situation was worsening by the minute.
He lay there captive, helpless and in a great deal of pain.

Eric stood by, impatiently waiting to snap some pictures. His own cock was
becoming hard. He was excited by all that was happening. He was relieved that
he'd been spared thus far, but he had an idea.... it would not last too long.

Marcus was becoming nauseous by the minute, he wonder if Mistress had forgotten
he was still holding Joe's vomit. The stench was so strong his stomach was
lurching and he feared getting sick and being punished for soiling his clothes.
He silently hoped she'd allow him to dispose of this filth. He felt dirty and
tainted...no longer caring about things going on around him, he just wanted to
be rid of this waste in his hands.

Michelle reached for her tube of Ben-Gay. Her own clit was pounding with a
rhythm all its on. She knew her juices were starting to flow; she had been
turned on by Joe's beating, for she enjoyed hearing his screams. In a minute
he'd be screaming louder than before and only she knew what was in store to
degrade and humiliate him further. Joe watched as she squeezed the tube, an
extraordinary amount came out into her palms. He feared she was about to rub
more into his wounds but she didn't, relief flushed over him sooner than it
should.

"Open your mouth wide Josie," She taunted. Make a nice big round letter O for
me."

Joe did as instructed. Michelle took her other hand and grabbing a glob coated
his entire mouth. The fumes and burning from the ointment caused Joe's eyes to
burn and tears rolled forth uncontrollably

"Ahhh does this make the little punk bitch cry?...tsk tsk tsk! You need to save
your tears, for you'll need them much later!" Michelle said reveling in her
power over him.

Joe found it difficult to breath, he knew he could not spit it out...and he
dared not swallow.

Stealing $23,000 from her was costing him his life!



Mandorf thought he was about to bust his load. He was aware of all that was
happening, but he could not take his eyes off Michelle's ass. He'd wished he
could have interrupted things and sat her on his face... everything about her
presence teased his mind and tortured his cock. He wanted her badly like
nothing ever before in his life.

Michelle bent down to see if Katrina had begun without permission. She looked
like a scared child placed in a corner afraid of dark shadows.

"Aah ha...what do we have here? Master Endorphen, did you give Katrina
permission to touch Josie's 7 minute cock?"

Mandorf responded," No Mistress Michelle, I most certainly did not!"

"Well it seems our lil' dyke dick licker, can't seem to wait. She is holding
Josie's cock in her hand as I speak.

Katrina had been so stunned at being told she would suck Joe's cock, till she
had not waited for further instructions. She had not placed it in her mouth,
but was holding it in her hand.

"Katrina! Come from under the table and kneel on the floor with your head
down," her Master ordered.

Mandorf was breathing very heavily. His cock was sticking straight out. His
balls felt as if their weight had doubled as he quickly approached the table
aligned with an array of instruments. He always delighted in whipping her for
her cries, though she loved it, always made him harder. Grabbing a cane, he was
about to head her way, then suddenly stopped and grabbed another to add with
it. Katrina had been thrashed many times with one cane; depending on her
Master's mood she'd be sore for days. Though she loved to be caned, she knew
her insubordination would cause her to be beaten with no mercy. Mandorf
approached lighting into her with an energy she had never seen displayed. He
beat her and grew harder as her cries filled the air. Her ass looked like a
road map of connecting streets. The louder she scream, the harder he hit her
and his cock jerked wildly with each blow. The fiery pain, which had once
belonged to Joe, she now shared. Her nipples harden as each blow was delivered,
aching for a touch. As much as she enjoyed pain this thrashing was getting next
to her. She wanted to run, she wanted to beg her Master for mercy, but most of
all she wanted to rub her ass and sooth the pain. This was the worse beating
she had ever received. Her voice grew hoarse as her screams never ceased as her
Master stood back admiring his handy work. He set the two canes down and
reached for his special Claw clamps.

"Stand up you pussy eating slut! "Mandorf stormed.

Katrina moved as quickly as her limbs would allow, holding her head down in
shame. She never saw the clamps till they neared her breast and she cried out
in protest as her Master attached them one at a time. The clamps had sharp
jagged edges that cut into her nipples. Katrina's screams trailed off in the
air.

Master Endorphen was enjoying Katrina's screams; he knew her favorite spot was
her clitoris. In his mind his anger was fuelled for she'd interrupted his
training of Heather. Heather had been denied the pleasure of having any orgasm
since her arrival 2 weeks ago. The audacity of Katrina to undermine his
authority angered him to the core. Knowing how much she delighted in rubbing
her cunt against another woman's stood out vividly in his mind. Picking up one
more Claw clamp, he jerked her by her hair, demanding her silence. Her screams
even though pleasing were distracting his thoughts of Michelle.

"Part you legs wide Katrina," she heard her Master say."

She knew this was one time that all who were present could ever say they saw
her petrified. She always acted very hardcore until she was in the presence of
Master Endorphen.

"Oh please Master I beg of you to have mercy on my worthless ass." she implored
awaiting a reply.

Mandorf backhand her so fast it caught her totally off guard.

"How dare you speak, unless spoken to. I don't care to hear your lame
apologies. You ruined 2 weeks of training I begun on Heather. Because of your
downright selfish manner, she will be punished, but you will pay DOUBLY! Let's
see you grind that snatch of yours against anything now, so spread your cunt
lips and receive your reward."

Katrina's hands shook violently for she knew the Claw would tear the tender
tissues of anything in its grip. Her nipples were oozing blood as a reminder of
its destruction. Tears ran down her cheeks as Master open the Claw and attached
it to her clitoris. Her screaming when on for a very long time, as urine ran
down her legs. Sierra watched in horror and felt ashamed for telling, but she
had never expected such a cruel punishment or seen her Master this angry. One
thing was for certain she never wanted to test this side of him ever.... not
even over Mistress Michelle.

Mandorf calmly spoke," Katrina if you do not silence your cries, I shall pour
salt around those clamps!"

The room fell silent, not one sound was heard.



Michelle was incredibly wet. She wanted her pussy lick badly, but withheld her
desires, for there was much more to do.

Ending the silence Michelle asked, "Master Endorphen, have you finished with
Katrina?

Yes Mistress Michelle I have. She is now yours to do with as you please."
Mandorf responded.

"Very well, Master Endorphen.... Katrina, return to your position under the
table. Once positioned extend your hand to me. At that time I will place some
cream in your hand, you are to stroke Josie's cock, rubbing it in till it
disappears. Now complete your orders this instant!"

As hard as it was for Katrina to speak she managed to whisper, "Yes Mistress
Michelle."

When Joe heard his name his heart raced faster. He had had Ben-Gay applied
everywhere imaginable. He just knew his cock was about to burn with the same
intensity his body did. His cock was limp for what he just witnessed terrified
him. With what he was witnessing, the last of his concerns was prematurely
cumming at all.

Down on the floor Katrina rubbed the "enhancer cream on Joe's cock. Joe felt
the cold cream being massaged on his dick. It surprised him that no pain was
forthcoming as a result. His dick felt a bit strange as she continued to rub.
His cockhead was becoming very sensitive. Deep within Joe clearly knew that
this was not a good sign.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Michelle yanked Joe's head up suddenly holding him by his hair, snapping him
from his reverie. She stood there stroking her black dildo pumping her right
hand up and down her 'cock', reminding him he had unfinished business to
complete.

"OK Josie, my bloody Black bitch, remember to make a wide O" Michelle reminded.

Joe opened his mouth and breathed the last breath he'd intake through his mouth
for a long time. Michelle gripped his head tightly pulling strands of his hair
in the process, as she fucked his face with her cock. She was so turned on, she
pounded it harder, for every time she thrust it struck her clit. Michelle's
head was flung back, her eyes tightly clenched, licking her lips as she humped
his face hard. Her hips rolled and her ass jiggled while she continued the rape
of his mouth. She had a rhythm going and did not want to stop it being spurred
on by his gagging as she grinded in and out so fast her movements became a
blur. Caught up in the sensations that swept her loins she yelled.

"Yeah BITCH suck this cock!!!"

Mandorf thought he'd pass out from watching as her hips moved smooth, like a
pro who had been doing that for years.

Damn he thought she is on fire and wished at that moment he were Joe. He knew
at this rate if things did not slow down, he'd blow his load right then and
there. Every time he stopped himself from cumming his balls built up more for
his grand finale. More determined than ever to regain some control, he quickly
walked up to Eric, and slapped the shit out of him. "DAMN YOU....YOU FORGETFUL
SLUT, have you snapped one fucking picture?" he raged. Eric stood there
realizing his error and fear rippled through his chest. To scared to speak he
picked up the camera and snapped a few pictures real quick.

"YOU DUMB ASS SLUT!" Mandorf continued ranting, driven by the fire in his
loins. "Put DOWN that damm camera! Luckily I had my camcorders rolling."

"Marcia come here," he roared, "Make it snappy."

Michelle's loins simmered as she watched the new chain of events, but she never
lost a stroke as she waited to see Mandorf's next move. Marcus walked as fast
as he could in his heels... still holding Joe's vomit. He made very sure he did
not spill one drop as he walked. Marcus knew he could not afford to be added to
the ongoing circus.

"Hold you head backwards Miss Forgetful"

Mandorf turned to Marcus and said," Marcia empty the contents inside you hand
over Erica's face." Eric stood there feeling the filth flow onto his skin. He
was relieved that Master Endorphen had never told him to open his mouth!

Katrina could not believe what she was hearing, for her view was obscured under
the table.

As if in sync with Mandorf, Michelle withdrew from Joe's mouth. She knew she
was trigger close to cumming. Stepping back she unstrapped her dildo, laying it
on Joe's back.

Michelle had to calm down glancing around the room she called Sierra, "Come
here Sierra, and undress me."

Sierra moved quickly ready to assist Mistress Michelle with any need she had.
Her attitude had changed so quickly after all this, that she rather be safe
than sorry.

"Mistress would you please lift your foot so I can remove your shoes?" she
inquired, as Michelle lifted her foot off the ground.

Michelle was on fire. Not just sexually hot but physically hot. She quickly
peeled out of her bodysuit and stood naked before everyone. There was no hiding
the wetness between her legs. Her body had a sheen to it from fucking Joe's
face with the dildo. Walking barefoot she grabbed the black cock, heading to
the opening in the table between his legs.

"Marcia, come here, and provide Joe with some lubrication...that only your
mouth can provide." Michelle ordered.

Marcus was outdone. He dared not defy her order. He hated it, and he hated Joe.
Joe smelled of blood, sweat, vomit and fear, Marcus was repulsed. He bent over
pulling Joe's cheeks apart; before he could make contact...he vomited all
between Joe's ass cheeks.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Michelle was pissed at Marcus' for his weak display. Thinking for a second she
decided to take advantage of the situation.

"Take off all your lingerie little "Miss Marcia-Fuck-Up" she snapped. Marcus
face turned beet red. He was about to be naked in front of seven people. He
feared what his Mistress was up to. He barely tolerated Eric's presence...less
know a host of people he did not know. His face was burning with embarrassment
as he moved quickly and started undressing. When he finished he stood before
the room and to his astonishment, his cock was rock hard. Marcus was
embarrassed, he surely thought it had to have been the fear of stripping that
aroused him. Nothing so far had turned him on so this had to be it, he thought.

"Marcia," Michelle said as she approached him.

"What a large clit you have, why it's even bigger than mine!" she teased.

"Climb on top of Josie and fuck her pussy real good...or else, you can fill in
the blanks yourself."

Joe had come to grips about being fuck with something artificial, but never
would he have come up with Michelle forcing that fag to fuck his ass for real.
His cock was hard and growing under Katrina's mouth. She was not very good, so
he held onto his load. Everyone had been targeted but Sierra and Adam. He
wondered what they did to escape this wicked scene. His thoughts were
interrupted as Michelle called Katrina.

Katrina was in pain, and she knew she had not done well with Joe. Never before
had she felt this much pain. It was hard to move without doing further damage
to the tissues on her nipples and clit. Moving slowly from under the table, she
had to hold onto it as she stood, making eye contact with Mistress Michelle she
waited for more punishment.

"Katrina, I know you have done a fucked up job on Josie. You seemed to enjoy
yourself when you humiliated me long ago. Since you are a lesbian and desire a
woman so, I'll give you Sierra."

Michelle glanced towards Sierra,

"Sierra, you think I have not noticed your hatred towards me." Michelle said,
pausing to catch Sierra's reaction of surprise. Tonight, I am going to deprive
you of the one thing you love dearly. You are hereby instructed to lay with
Katrina on top of her, work her over good with your pussy. She better cum, or
you will be beaten by me with the whip. Do we have and understanding you
conniving undermining pint-sized bitch?"

"Yes Mistress Michelle.

Michelle could not help it; the power she welded turned her on. She started
rubbing her on pussy, unconcerned with the stares.

"Sierra, remove the Claws from Katrina's body."

Katrina was relieved to hear this, but not prepared for the pain, which
accompanied the removal. She wanted to rub her bleeding nipples and clit, but
kept her hands a safe distance from her body.

"Ouuuuuuuuch" Marcus screamed as Mandorf cracked his whip slicing into his ass.

"You were instructed to fuck this bitch!" he reminded him.

Pressing into all the vomit, Marcus rammed his cock all the way into Joe's ass.
Joe yelled at the top of his lungs as pain seared up his rectum. Marcus was
plunging in and out as fast as he could, gritting his teeth at the tightness.
The combination of pain and pleasure combined, made his mind wander back to his
Mother and that beating he took as a teenager. Hearing Master Endorphe scared
Eric to death; he happily opened his mouth and sucked Joe with all his might.

Sierra was grinding her pussy against Katrina's who eyes poured forth tears
from the pain and the friction. The whole scene had become wilder than a
psychedelic hallucination. As moans and groans filled the dungeon room.

Adam stood against the wall observing the whole scene. He wanted to cum in the
worst way. His bladder was filled to a painful capacity. He knew he would
explode in a minute if he did not relieve himself. Shifting from foot to foot
to reduce the pressure he finally caught the eye of his Master.

"Adam you are the only one who has not been disobedient, and for this I will
grant you a desire." Mandorf said.

"Master whatever your will is for me, I will obey. My bladder however fills as
if it about to bust,"

"Adam, Josephine is your toilet and your reliever, use her as you please!

"Thank you Master, may I be released from my chastity restriction in order to
perform this?" Adam replied.

"Yes Adam, approach me so I can unlock you." Mandorf said reaching for they
key. Adam loved being lock in, but knew it would hinder his movement. After his
Master released him he walked straight to Joe's head, Adam gripped his head and
told him to open wide as he placed his cock in Joe's mouth and let loose the
load of urine. Joe knew he better swallow every drop, without being told. Vivid
imagery of his beating and the continuous pain in his ass reminded him not to
push his luck. Seeing Adam's decision Master Mandorf commented, "Mistress
Michelle, looks like Josie's decided to go with the flow," they both laughed at
his comment. Joe could care less at this point, so long as he was not strung
back up on chains and beaten. There was nothing else that he feared more than
another beating and he knew he'd take whatever they dished out to him in the
meantime.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Everyone watched on as Adam emptied his bladder down Joe's throat. Not one drop
of urine left his mouth. Relief went through Adam's body as the pressure was
finally over. He stood there allowing Joe to swallow every the last drop. Still
cradling his head he picked up the rhythm Mistress Michelle had left off on....
a steady pumping gyration, in and out his hips moved. As good as it felt he
needed something tighter. It took him several minutes to ask, but finally he
got his courage.

"Master, may I ask you a question?"

"What is it Adam?" Mandorf said angrily for he'd broken the moment.

"Sir you said I could do what I desired, I prefer to fuck Eric as Joe suck's
his cock."

Mandorf was surprised his sub had the guts to stand up for himself. Thinking
for a moment, he gave his approval knowing this would add flavor to the scene.

Eric did not mind; he had been subjected to worse. He knew he'd feel the best
on both ends. When he heard the request, he was thrilled that Adam desired
him...no one but him. He felt sexy and knew many would desire him now that he'd
discovered his true self. I love cocks he thought to himself. I also love
wearing sexy lingerie. Thinking back he realized this was the 2nd man today
that desired what they saw. I look just as good as any of those sluts over
there and could probably take any man from them, he thought proudly. Getting to
his feet, he stood in front of Joe, and inserted his cock in his mouth. Joe
fearful that he had not done well with Adam was hell bent on making sure he did
not mess up again, for he knew he'd die if Michelle beat him again. His greed
for dead Presidents on paper had bought him to this hellish pit. Opening his
mouth, Eric entered him, softly cradling his head. Joe was glad of one thing,
Eric was very gentle with him

Adam's secret desire had always been to be of service to a man. Master
Mandorphe had only allowed him to clean his penis off with his mouth once he'd
fucked one of his slut's. Adam always tried to stay loyal to his Master hoping
for a chance to service him from start to finish. That day never came. His
Master loved pussy and denied him, his main desire. Being granted this wish,
made him very happy as he got on his knees opening Eric's ass. Adam inserted
his tongue, licking the slit enjoying the scent from Eric.

"Ahhhh that feels good Adam," Eric announced.

"Oh yeah work that tongue across my asshole, ohhhh.... mmm...."

Adam actually felt he was in heaven. He desired badly to please this man. He
hated to get up from the floor, but felt Master would not tolerate him being
down there too long. Deeply regretting having to stop the anal licking he
finally stood up, taking his small cock into his hands. It became hard as iron
while he ate Eric's ass. Rubbing it across Eric's cheeks, that to Adam felt as
soft as cotton. Adam gently pressed it in, but the sensation was so primal, he
enjoyed rubbing it back and forth across his asshole for several minutes. It
was times like this that he truly desired to have more inches than what he did.
Eric's ass was hot and wet as cum leaked profusely from his head. Aiming it at
the targeted spot he slowly entered Eric's ass. All his muscles rippled on his
body as tingles shot through his cock. The exquisite feeling was beyond his
wildest dreams. Eric finally realized he was where he longed to be. Eric's
asshole nibbled at his cockhead as he stood poised and ready to enter.

"Arghhhhh" he stated through teeth clenched shut, as pleasures rolled through
his cock.

He had waited so long for a moment like this; he silently hoped it would last a
long time. Eric moaned loudly as he clenched his asshole open and close around
the head. With a forward thrust Adam went through the barrier into the bowels
of his ass. Eric's ass felt feverish as Adam pumped him with his cock. Every
time he shoved Eric forward, Joe, suck harder on his cock.. The duality of the
two sensations sent Eric body into fits. He was not going to last long and felt
his cock harden even more as he pumped Joe's face a bit harder.

"Tighten your mouth girl," he said, shocking Joe that he used Michelle's word
of humiliation.

Doing as instructed he tightened his mouth and tasted Eric's cock leaking
precum. Licking his head with lightening speed, he lashed out attacking it
purposely. Eric could no longer contain himself. He had been turned on for
hours and the visions in his mind consumed him. He wanted to hold on, but his
body said no as all the blood rushed to his cockhead.

"Ahhh you fucking bitch, eat my cock bitch,... yeah... suck this
cummmmm...Ughhhh... " Eric announced as his orgasm completely overtook him.

Within minutes of his release, Adam could wait no longer as he reached down and
turned him around. He picked Eric up holding him with one arm while placing his
legs high around his waist. He moved Eric like a rag doll up and down his cock,
snorting like an angry bull. He lifted him up and pulled him down rapidly on
his cock. Adam's asshole was bright red from the pounding he was currently
taking. Sensing Adam's orgasm he tighten his ass causing Adam to howl like an
animal. Sweat poured forth, dropping from his body, as he pumped all he had
into Eric's bowels.

"Argggg.... Ummmm, oh... Ughhh!" he grunted as the biggest load he'd ever had
splashed all around drenching Eric's bowels with his cum. He stood there still
holding Eric, not wanting to put him down. It was a moment between them no one
understood, but they knew this was the start of something good.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Michelle and Mandorf sat on a padded table watching their submissive's perform
for their entertainment. Both were intoxicated with the heat each had generated
within the other throughout that night. Adam's display had created additional
sexual tension, in the confines of those four walls. Michelle was still in
control, determined to see tonight's plan through to completion. Mistress
Michelle and Master Endorphe watched as the next performance was being executed
in the room.

Sierra was grinding her pussy into Katrina's with no conscience of the pain she
was causing Katrina. Her cunt was on fire and all she was concerned about was
her own gratification, though it came at the expense of Katrina's injured clit.
Sierra's clitoris had hardened and she knew her orgasm would soon be upon her.
Fearing losing control she tried to change the tempo to keep from cumming too
soon. Mandorf looked at her knowing the emotion shown on her face was
indicating her near orgasmic release.

"Sierra, if Katrina fails to cum, you'll be placed on your stomach and whipped
till I draw blood," he warned with a stern look.

Sierra detected the tone in which he spoke and knew her Master meant exactly
what he said. Desiring not to see his threat come to pass, she slowed down her
grind. Sierra reached down and pulled Katrina's lips apart exposing her
battered clitoris. Katrina's eyes pleaded with her to be gentle. The hair on
Sierra's cunt had scraped across Katrina's clit adding to the pain caused
earlier by the Claw. Katrina loved having a pussy grinding into her but could
not tolerate it tonight after having that clamped attached to her clitoris.
Sierra let go of her Katrina's vaginal lips and reached between her own legs
coating her fingers in the juices that flowed from her. When her hands were
nice and wet, she grabbed Katrina's clit and began massaging it as gently as
she could. Despite her greatest effort, Katrina was squirming under her direct
touch. Sierra knew she was not about to be beaten so she continued on ignoring
Katrina's low whimpers. A tiny trickle of blood oozed from a small tear on the
side of her clitoris. Gathering it also for added lubricant, she continued
massaging Katrina's clit. Several minutes went by before Katrina finally
responded moaning. Sierra finally relieved that she had been successful was
able to use Katrina's own juices to assist her. Occasionally dipping her
fingers into Katrina's snatch scooping out more to keep the tension up as
Katrina's pleasure mounted. Katrina's hips had begun to move as she the orgasm
approached her. Michelle noticing the arrival of her orgasm yelled for Sierra
to stop.

"You've been very good at bringing her to this point Sierra, continue rubbing
your own cunt but...you will not cum tonight!" Sierra was confused by the turn
of events.

"You will sit and watch the others, but you will not receive any pleasure
tonight."

Joe had collapsed from the dual task his mouth and poor ass had been through.
He laid there very relieved that so far despite having been fucked in his ass
or having his own cock suck he had not climaxed. He had bypassed his nickname
of 7-minute man and held on despite the intense urge to seek release. This had
angered Michelle who wanted to beat him once again, for she had not had her
fill. A devilish sneer spread across her face as she finally figured out what
it would take to break him down sexually.

"Adam unchain Josie and bring her over here. Waiting for Adam to complete his
task Michelle informed Katrina to get up on all four's. The look on Katrina
face was worth the entire night. Michelle knew she finally hit pay dirt on this
scenario. Joe, barely able to walk was assisted by Adam to the mat.

"You manage to hold on tonight Josie, you've sucked dick like a natural born
cocksucker. Took a cock in your ass as if yours was a perfect fit for all of
Marcus' 8 inches. However Josie, I know you love pussy and especially hot tight
pussy...and this I am about to give you will cause me to have the opportunity
to beat your black ass once again till my heart's delight." she gleefully
added. You see my little bitch; you cannot win tonight for I control the game
and how it's played. Anyway it goes, I'll win. Get down on your knees and give
this lesbian bitch a fucking she'll remember for the rest of her life!"

Joe was in excruciating pain and very weakened from his beating. He barely
managed to get on his knees as he grabbed his semi erect cock and rubbed it
between Katrina ass. Looking at her ass sitting there all open and defenseless
before him was turning him on but he knew that was dangerous. Hoping his cock
would not get hard he rubbed it up and down her wet slit. As much as he hated
it he was getting an erection. Everything about Katrina reeked of sex. When he
became a little harder Michelle told him to hold on.

"Adam bring the Ben-Gay, these two violators need some lubricant," she laughed
out loud. When Adam handed Mistress Michelle the cream, he knew this would
finish them both off, one way or another. Walking away he knew this was about
to be a royal production, and he did not want to miss one bit of the action.
Michelle coated Joe's cock with the cream, massaging him like he loved her to
do so long ago. He was silly putty in her hands as she produced a rock hard
cock, ready to do business.

Michelle rubbed Joe's cock up and down Katrina's slit adding to her discomfort.
She positioned the head at the entrance herself.

"Josie ram your cock all the way in to the hilt, and you better fuck her like
there's no tomorrow," she warned.

On the tail of her last word Joe rammed into Katrina gritting his teeth at her
tightness. He knew he had reached areas no dildo had ever been.

"Ughhh"

Katrina screamed as she desperately tried to stop the impalement. She had used
many dildo's but never one this wide. Her insides burned from the cream as he
pounded her relentlessly. Joe held onto her hips watching her labia pull the
skin on his shaft back and forth. He'd never had a virgin and this was as close
as he'd ever get to one. Her muscles were massaging his cock as he rammed in
and out. Had it not been for the cream, fucking her would have been impossible.
Katrina's eye's bucked as he pull out then slammed it back in, hitting her
cervix. A strange sensation began to well in her as he continued plummeting her
cunt. She could feel herself getting wetter and was surprised her body reacted
that way. Steadying herself on her knee's Katrina prayed it be over in seven
minutes. Joe was in heaven as her juices began to flow. His only problem was
the head of his cock was sore from the cream. It burned like fire, adding to
the existing heat of Katrina's pussy as he thrust in and out. The tightness in
his balls had increased to and unbearable degree. He knew he was about to cum
and heard a familiar sound, as Katrina began to groan as her body betrayed her.
She was shocked by this feeling her first cock was producing. Unconscious of
her actions, her hips moved forward meeting Joe's cock, thrust for thrust. The
submissive's watched caught up in the heat, as Katrina hips rolled backwards to
force him in deeper.

"Ahhh yes...." she panted as the heat increased.

"Fuck me harder you bitch, give me all that you have!" She was near that place
she felt no man could take her.

"Ahhh fuck yes, fuck me harder,"

Her face contorted as her orgasm approached. "Ughhh...oh yeah... that's it
ahhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed. She gave into the pleasure as her orgasms hit.

"Fuck me.... Yesss.... I'm cumming , Ughhhhhhhh... as her orgasm wash over her
saturating his cock with her juices. Feeling her hot cum coating his cock sent
Joe to that place he avoided all night. Unable to hold on to her hips any
longer, Joe arched his back and braced himself as he felt the first stirrings
of an approaching orgasm. He wanted to stop it,

He wanted to feel it,

It really did not matter for it was upon him.

Ughhhh...yeah baby roll that pussy to me. Ahhh shit yeah, you like this black
dick didn't ya!

As if on cue Katrina responded to his words and began backing into him with
precision timing.

"Ohhhhh fuck ughhhhhhhhh..." he yelled as the first rounds of spurts erupted
from his cock.

Holding her tight his face twisted with desire, Joe emptied his balls into her.

"Take it bitch, take all this dick.... ughhhhhhhhhh!" he said as his words gave
way to his pleasure. Collapsing in a heap, Joe cried out loud as the salt from
his sweat met his wounds.

Michelle stood over him looking down at Joe and announced,

"Checkmate bitch... you lose!

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Sierra sat on her knees fuming on the inside. Everyone had been granted release
but her. Even Adam was given special favor over her tonight, yet her foolish
display of anger cause her to forfeit the release she desperately needed. She
looked at mistress Michelle and her Master with a blank expression. She could
not afford to allow her emotions to place her in chains under no circumstance.
Resigning to the fact that her punishment was just, she watched Master
Mandorphe eyed Michelle lustfully. The sexual tension between Mistress Michelle
and Master Mandorf had built to a boiling point. Mandorf had dismissed Adam and
Katrina from the room. Mistress Michelle knew the moment had arrived and was
not about to miss it.

Josie, Marcia, and Erica come kneel before me on the floor." Michelle
commanded.

The submissives moved forward unknowing what their Mistress wanted. Each one
felt she had taken them through things they never would have done... unless she
ordered them.

"Trust is very important to me. Each of you has violated rules set forth in
both homes. In doing so punishments were issued and carried through tonight.
This night was specifically designed for Josie. He was being punished for
stealing my money, thinking all was honky dory with me. As you all have
witnessed, how wrong he was in assuming that.

"Josie, I am offering you a choice here. Choose wisely. You can either go back
up in chains, receiving yet another beating or be in service to Master
Mandorphe and myself for the next 6 months, or until your debt is paid in full.
The choice is yours, which shall it be?" Mistress inquired."

"Mistress Michelle, may I respond to your question?" he asked.

"Yes Josie, proceed." Michelle answered, surprised by his immediate humbleness.

" I deserved everything that happened to me. I took your love and generosity
for granted. My body cannot endure another beating tonight, for I know I will
surely die. I'd rather be in service to Master Mandorphe and you until you see
fit to release me. I have no family, and no job. I am addicted to drugs, which
in the long run will kill me anyway. I choose to stay and be of service and
hope that I can regroup and become a better person under the authority of the
two of you."

"I am touched by your truthfulness Josie. We will grant you your wish. If you
ever leave before your debt is worked off, tonight's happenings will seem like
recreation compared to what you'll face when we find you. Our tentacles run far
and deep. No matter where you hide, we'll seek you out. I accept your decision.
You will however have to sign a contract drawn up by Master Mandorphe stating
that you will perform needed services to work off your debt." Michelle replied,
handing him the paper and a pen.

Joe signed it immediately handing it back to his Mistress.

"I find myself in a state of arousal. I have chosen one of you present to enter
my body and carrying my fluids upon his shaft. I want everyone present to close
their eyes. If you feel my touch upon your body you'll know you are the one
chosen."

Every eye closed but Mandorf's.

"I said every eye in this room," she reiterated with an authoritative tone.

Mandorf realize his eyes were the only ones open, and he too closed his.

Michelle walked around each person, allowing them to feel her presence. Juices
were flowing between her thighs as she walked. Because of the padding on the
floor Mandorf had no idea where she'd stopped. He sat there waiting along with
his sub's finally realizing he had no control.



Several minutes went by, not a sound was heard as she finally reached her
choice. Touching him on his shoulders she finally spoke.

"All eyes including the one who feels my touch will remain shut," she said
between pants. Adrenaline was pumping as she stopped in front of her choice as
quietly as possible.

"Lie on your back," she ordered.

Michelle lifted one leg throwing it over his head. Grabbing him by the hair,
she ground her pussy into his face. Looking down at his face, covered already
with her juices, she spoke.

"Open your mouth and taste that which flows from my well."

Feeling his tongue move with precision, sweat formed on her body quickly. In
the heat of heat her passions were mounting as he lashed at her clit with
speed.

"Ahhhh, yessss..." she said as he grasped her ass and slid his mouth to her
ass. He began licking at her asshole as her juices ran down to his mouth, her
taste was divine as he continued on hell bent to keep the pace.

"Ohhhh, your mouth is hot like fire, don't stop what you're doing right now,"
she groaned.

Opening her eyes she remember the others, and the time to unveil was at hand.

"All other's, not receiving the touch may open their eyes right now." she
ordered.

Each one was shocked as they looked at her riding the face of Master Mandorphe.
Eric was surprised when he saw them. He just knew it was Marcus Mistress used,
since he never felt a touch.

Joe was jealous for he knew what Mandorphe was feeling. Ashamed even more he
looked on as the woman he still loved sat riding the face of his new Master.
Jealousy crept in when Master Mandorphe captured her clit with his teeth.

"Ohhhh... yes Mandorf, eat me!" she hissed between teeth that never parted."

Marcus was torn within his emotions for he knew he had stood a good chance.
Realizing now he violated her trust and lost his place in her heart. He had so
desperately want to fuck his Mistress, as he watched his cock sprang back from
its sleep.

Sierra was hurt beyond belief as she watched her Master working on Mistress
Michelle with more energy than he ever spent on her. At that point she realized
why she had not been allowed to cum. Mistress had plotted to show her authority
in a manner, which felt like a whip. Tears formed in her eyes, as she looked at
her Master's cock swollen with blood, twitching as if seeking its mark. From
the time she had been with Master never before had she seen it looking this
hungry. Each one sat still watching a scene so hot they were afraid to blink.
In those brief moments many hearts had been broken as Mistress Michelle
fiercely rode Master Mandorphe's face. She looked like a woman who had not been
satisfied years....

finally finding her pot of gold!

Turning her head slightly she focused her eyes on Sierra. That look told a
thousand stories, but it mainly taught Sierra, she was in control and could
have Mandorf or a.n.y. man whenever she pleased!

CHAPTER TWENTY

Michelle looked like a wild woman her eyes were laden with desire, as she rode
Mandorf's face. His tongue had caressed her clitoris, making it grow even
bigger. He made sure he licked and swallowed everything that flowed from her.
She wanted to show him who she really was, feeding him all she had to give,
plus more. She made sure he was totally satisfied as he continued his oral
assault on her cunt.

Mandorf was in heaven. The moment had arrived and he relished every second as
she writhed on his mouth. He knew he was good, he knew he could take her to
heights she only dreamed of. Her nectar was delicious, one he'd knew he miss
once she obtained orgasm. He decided he'd let her have her way, for there were
many days to come when he could have his. She could have stayed on his face for
hours. Mandorf was in love with her and delighted in her magnificent taste.
Michelle was screaming all sorts of erotic things to him, this only spurred him
on. He knew she must have been approaching orgasm as she leaned forward
grinding his nose into her pubic hairs. Her entire pussy was coated with her
juices as her pubic hairs shine and twinkled from the torchlights. He opened
his mouth wide capturing her clitoris into his mouth. His cock jerked when he
realized her clitoris was even bigger than he thought. He gripped her hips and
ass tighter determined not to release her till she feed him all she had. He
continued to suck on her clit as it became more and more difficult to hold her
still. Her own submissives were filled with anger as they watched another man
produce reactions from their Mistress they never experienced themselves.
Mandorf could almost feel the hatred directed to him that moment.

"Yesss baby take all I have" Michelle said breathlessly.

I cannot hold on any longgg...."

Her words were cut off as her entire being quaked as her orgasm hit her like a
tidal wave.

"Ahhhhhhh shit.... ohhhhhhhh..."

She rode each crest, never missing one sensation as her body bucked wildly
against his mouth. Mandorf was swallowing quickly as all that she had spurted
against his tongue. Large amounts of her orgasmic juices hit his mouth with an
impact, surprising even him.

Mandorf's cock was going crazy as the last spasms swept over her. When her body
had calmed, she swung her leg back trying to stand as her feet hit the floor.
Her balance was off as she tried to stand and quickly held onto the table. Her
body was weak; he took all that she had, almost landing in a heap on the floor.
Regaining composure she looked down at Mandorf through eyes still filled with
lust. Cradling his face she bent to kiss him. Their tongues collided dancing
wildly about, as she tasted herself from his mouth. She could have gone on
kissing him for hours. Hating to break the connection she straddled his body
instead.

Mandorf grasped her hands locking his fingers between hers, as she raised her
ass above his cock. She released one hand grasping his cock, rubbing it back
and forth across her slit. She positioned him at her opening, steadying herself
her reached back for his hand. For and instant they stared at one another
before she slowly lowered her hot pussy down on his cock. Mandorf's face
contorted, he never imagined her to be this tight. He raised his head up to
watch her cunt hungrily gobble his cock. He wanted to see it all go in, but his
head went back down to the table. Caught up in his passions as her cunt clasped
his cock in a vise grip that left him breathless. He wanted to savor every last
minute as she lowered her self very slowly. Her breathing had quickened as he
filled her cunt with his cock. Looking down herself she still had 3 more inches
to go. She enjoyed the way his cock felt, as spasms spread through her tunnel.
Michelle held onto each moment as she watched less and less of Mandorf's cock
disappear. Mandorf was dying to pull her on down but knew tonight was her night
over him. Michelle looked him directly in his eyes, and squeezed her muscles
around his cock.

"Ohhhh Michelle, hmmmmm.... he groaned.

She knew she would have to space those out, for no man had been able to endure
her muscles for long periods. Releasing him from her grip, she smiled at him
saying,

"You want this pussy don't you Mandorf?"

Still caught up in the tightness of her pussy he barely was able to reply.

"Yes Michelle, I want all of your pussy...fuck me baby, fuck me.

Clenching her muscles around him again she watched as his face twisted in lust,

"Oh yeah," she said while gritting her teeth as spasms coursed through her
loins.

"Beg me Mandorf, beg me to fuck you!" she cried aloud.

"Michelle please I beg you...baby please give me all of you ... your muscles
are driving me crazy." he managed to say.

With a look of defeat she smile down at him gripping his hands. Raising and
lowering herself on his cock with a speed all her own, her muscles milked at
his cock... She rode him hard unconcerned about anything fixated on taking him
there. Mandorf's cock was going crazy, his balls felt as if they'd burst.
Michelle had him in her grips, he was no longer powerful, and like any other
man he melted as she rode up and down his shaft. His cock was coated with her
juices, as the veins along his cock rose up becoming noticeable, carrying blood
quickly to his cockhead. He knew he could not last at this rate, she knew he'd
never make it another 5 minutes. A fire had built inside her pussy, one only
his cock could put out... With all her strength she zeroed in gripping and
milking his cock with her muscles. Her juices kept flowing down his cock, until
finally she felt him harden even more. Mandorf felt as if he had several mouths
licking and milking his cockhead.

"Yess baby that it, Oh Michelle, Ughhhh..." he groaned. His eyes closed shut at
his load traveled upward towards release.

Ughhhhhhh...Michelle, take this load baby.... Arghhhh...." he groaned the first
onslaught splashed her cunt. Riding him harder with all her might she continued
milking his cock while she could.

"I'm cumming!" he grunted like a like a primitive man, as Michelle fucked him
harder than ever. They both cried out as his orgasm triggered hers and they met
in a realm all their own. Ughhhhh.... Michelle... oh Michelle..... he cried out
as Mandorf held onto her tightly, pumping his seed deep within her cunt.
Michelle thrashed about as her climax hit sending spasms throughout her cunt.
Seconds passes as the two kept mixing their juices together, clinging to each
other as time stood still

Mandorf!.... ohhhhhhhh... oh, oh yes.... " Michelle cried out and collapsed
from exhaustion on his chest.

It had been so long since she'd visited that place till she hated when
everything ended. The submissive's each knew as they watch the two, that this
was a brand new beginning.

Things settled down in each household as the sub's learned to understand their
roles. Mandorf and Michelle became very close, often getting together for joint
administrations of punishments.

Sierra found herself busy assisting Mandorf in the training of Heather. Of all
of his submissive's Heather proved to be the hardest to break. One trip to the
dungeon, being bound with chains, gave her a better outlook as she surrendered
to him while in chains.

Katrina developed a love for cocks occasionally and appreciated when her Master
would fuck her.

Adam looked forward to bimonthly gatherings given by their owners. In his heart
he loved Eric and could barely wait till they saw one another.

Eric stayed on Mistress' good side and he always wore lingerie daily. A perfect
punishment to keep him in line was to make him act as a man.

Marcus never gained favor with his Mistress again. Because of his love, within
his heart...he vowed never to stop trying. Mistress Michelle had the best of
both worlds. Men who would serve her, and one Man who would love her forever...
Mandorf. She finally was pleased with her world.

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