He wakes with a start, his breath ragged. The barn is damp and very cold. A dirty rag stuffed in his mouth is the first thing he notices, followed by the hood, tied tightly enough that the gagging rag can’t be tongued out of his mouth.
Now he begins to explore his situation. He’s laying on his back, something painfully digging into his back, just under his rib cage. As he shifts his weight, he realizes it’s his own hands, bound with leather cuffs and something that he assumes is a padlock. The man comes to the frightening realization that he has apparently been laying on his hands for some time based on the ache in his back and the deadness of everything from a shoulder to fingertips.
“Mmph!” He grunts – yells into the gag and hood as he twists more in blindness, knocking a shelf from which paint can fall, landing on his shin bone, a thin thread of blood appears where it landed. His breathing intensifies, his feelings of helplessness growing. He screams more, extra urgency on his muffled voice.
After 20 minutes of useless screaming into the gag, the man slowly gets himself under control, trying to make sense of his predicament. He’s cold, shivering, his thighs quivering. His shin has begun to swell, and still oozes blood. He manages to back himself up to a wall next to the shelf where the offending paint can assault him from, coming to a sitting position, his hands still behind his back.
I slowly stand from the seat I’d taken about 2 hours earlier before he’d come to. Immediately he hears me, starting his gag-chatter all over again. I walk over to him, my boots stepping solidly over the wooden floor. His head turns, seeking me out. I see visible relief come over him as he thinks he’s saved.
Fuck, he’s so wrong.
Without a word I kick him over, his forehead hitting the upright of the wooden shelf. He screams again, in agony. His legs backpedal out of self-preserving panic. I reach up and grab a chain off the shelf as I step past it and toward him, then kick him over until he’s on his belly. I hook the chain to the padlock and speak to him.
He is confused but does try to stand. When he fails twice in a row, I help him by pulling him up with the cuffs. He grunts into the gag again, this time as his shoulders are roughly pulled. I back him to the wall and attach the chain to a metal ring on the wall. There’s no slack between the wall and his cuffed hands.
He’s tottering a bit, still unsteady. I pull out my knife and cut the leather strap that kept the hood on, then slides it down off his head.
He’s a slender man, about 40. His brilliant green eyes blink and water in adjusting to the light. He is so shocked under the bright lights that he doesn’t even realize he could simply spit out the bitter old rag in his mouth.
I kick his legs apart, my steel toe boots connecting with his ankle bones with a sickening knocking noise. This nearly brings him to his knees, but my knee comes up to meet his diaphragm, making him exhale with such force the gag falls out, tumbling off my knee. He’s out of breath and must have bit his tongue, blood spilling over his lip to meet the blood from his forehead where the shelf had cracked him a good one.
“What the fuck?!” He screams in my face, blood splattering through the air at me. He strains forward as if to lunge forward at me, and from the shelf, I casually grip a leather strap 4 inches wide and doubled over lengthwise, and swing it across his face. Again blood sprays from his mouth.
Before he can recover I have attached his ankle cuffs to the wall, and he’s secured to the wall, his legs spread to an almost uncomfortable position. I stand up in front of him again. His mouth comes back to life, and he’s screaming obscenities at me, spitting fire with each word.
I laugh in his face and reach down between his legs, my hand cupping his testicles. He’s unshaved and uncut. His balls are warm, tender, soft, and fuzzy. I tickle him with my nails, all the while he’s screaming in my ear, even trying to head butt and bite me.
With a squeeze, I look him in the eye, “Shut the hell up, or these will be the first I take.” He momentarily quiets, as if he doesn’t understand, then begins screaming again.
With a sigh, I again pull out my knife. I open the hunting knife and with my left hand grip his penis. One quick hack and it lands on the wooden floor amongst the loose straw with a plopping-clunk sound, bleeding dark into the straw. His screams start anew, and I feel his warm blood spurting onto my jeans from the inch-long stump that used to be the focus of his manhood. Maybe he needs time to reconsider the “quiet” command.
I wipe the bloody blade clean on his chest, then put a ring gag in his mouth, him fighting me each step of the way. Eventually, it’s in his mouth, and he quits saying words at least, but still isn’t quiet. With a pair of locking clamps, I reach into his mouth and grip his tongue, pulling it out as far as I can, then look him in the eye. “Perhaps this is next?” I ask him while opening the hunting knife. His entire tone changes as soon as I release his tongue back into his mouth.
I reach down and start to examine his body again. The bloody stump is still pouring blood.
I arrive at Mistress’s home, fully prepared. Earlier that day I had been instructed to shave my genitals, fit myself with a butt plug (tied tightly in place), attach tweezer nipple clamps to my nipples, get dressed and on the way to Mistresses home, pick up a nice bottle of wine and some flowers.
When Mistress opens the door she smiles and invites me in. After a hug and a warm hello she leads me to the kitchen, where I place the wine on the counter and quickly arrange the flowers in a vase. “Now let’s see how well you obeyed my orders”, She says, stepping closer to me and instructing me to take off my shirt. I unbutton it and place it over the back of one of the dining room chairs. She smiles and lets out a bit of a contented, “Mmmm”, and then grabs the chain between my nipple clamps and pulls on them. They have been on for almost an hour now and are very sore, but it excites me tremendously. I moan and do my best to stand straight. While holding them taut she reaches around and feels for the butt plug through my jeans. Again she lets out a pleasant, “Mmmm”. “Take off your jeans!” She commands but does not let go of the chain to my nipple clamps. It is a bit difficult but I manage to open my jeans and shake them to the floor and step out of them. With my pants on the floor, she begins to inspect my cock and balls, all the while holding the chain to my nipple clamps taut. “You did a very good job!”, she says. “But what is this?”, she points to the new metal cock ring I am wearing that fits tightly around the base of my cock and holds my balls apart from one another. “I didn’t mention anything about a cock ring!”, she says firmly with a tug on the chain to my nipple clamps. Stumbling over my words a bit, I finally lower my eyes and say, “I thought you might like it, Mistress”. She smiles, “It is very nice… but you must learn to do EXACTLY as you are told! … Come with me!”.
She grabs my cock and balls tightly and walks me to the “play” room. She removes my nipple clamps, sending a painful rush of blood to my nipples, and after rubbing my sore nipples a bit, she places clothespins on them with a squeeze for good measure. I squirm a bit, and can’t help but let out a soft moan. She bends me over the spanking horse and ties my hands and feet very tightly and as far apart has she can pull them. Then walks around behind me and investigates more closely my butt plug and the rope job I did to tie it tightly into place. She leaves the room for several minutes… and when she returns she is wearing a black leather corset, a black garter belt with black stockings, and a pair of lacy black panties that I can just barely see-through in the dim light. She walks across the room and stands directly in front of me, slowly moving closer until Her beautifully shaven pussy is directly in front of my face and is almost completely visible through the lace panties. “Do you want it?”, she asks coyly. I eagerly respond, “Yes Mistress!”. “Then you must learn to follow my instructions EXACTLY! Can you do that?”… “Yes Mistress”… “We will see slave!”. She goes a short way across the room, Her back to me, and slowly removes the corset. Finally, She turns to face me, Her breasts are magnificent and I am overwhelmed with desire. She sits down in a leather lounge chair facing me, closes Her eyes, and slowly begins to rub Her breasts, eventually moving slowly over her stomach, and then to Her pussy. She is rubbing very slowly, taking her time… one hand is on Her breast twisting Her nipple ever so slightly and the other is rubbing through Her panties. This goes on for what seems like an eternity… She begins to moan very slightly. I have almost forgotten about the pain in my nipples from the clothespins being pinned tightly between my body and the spanking horse. Suddenly she stops, She has that look in her eye now. I know I will be receiving some sort of spanking. She loves giving me a good spanking when she is aroused, it only adds to Her excitement she has told me many times before. She walks up inches from my nose, removes Her panties, tells me to open my mouth, and then stuffs them in. I am TREMENDOUSLY aroused! She moves to the wall and removes a heavy leather flogger, and works it across my butt for the next 5-10 minutes, giving me a good warm-up. My butt is really starting to sting, and I know that she intends on giving me a good one tonight. She goes to the wall to get another whip with a bit more bite and is really starting to swing hard. I am gritting my teeth, and after 10 minutes of good hard whipping, she stops and rubs my butt with Her hands. My cock has softened a bit from the pain, and I know She is not happy about that. She has always trained me to keep my cock hard no matter what she does to me. She walks around in front of me, Her bare pussy directly in front of my face, removes Her panties from my mouth, and in a soft but very firm voice she asks me “Have you learned to do exactly as you are told?”. “Yes Mistress, I am yours and I will do exactly what you tell me to do!”. “Very good”, she says with a purr. She bends down so she is looking directly into me eyes… pauses for a moment… and says, “For your sake I hope so!”.
She unties me from the horse, removes the clothespins, and finally removes the ropes keeping my butt plug in place. The butt plug slowly escapes and falls to the floor. She moves back to the chair and tells me to clean up. While I quickly put everything away, she again begins to slowly rub Herself all over. Once i’m finished, she tells me to kneel in front of Her. I can see that she is very excited. She points to some of the juices that have gone down the inside of Her leg and asks if I would like to taste them. I of course respond with an eager, “Yes Mistress”! She wipes up the juices with her finger, stands up, turns around and wipes them onto her asshole. “Well then, go ahead my little slave”. I move in and begin to lick, gently and slowly at first, and then a bit faster. I dig as deep as I can because I know Mistress loves that. She moans and after a few minutes, she sits back down, grabs the back of my head and pulls it tightly to her pussy. For a few moments, She grinds Her pussy on my face, up and down, using my nose and mouth to create friction… Her juices are covering my face. Then she tells me to, make Her cum. Over the last few months, she has trained me to perform EXACTLY as she desires it. Her first orgasm comes very quickly, and she pulls me away for a moment, then she pulls my face back to Her pussy and tells me to take my time. I keep Her very excited, licking and sucking slowly, and after 10 minutes or so she has another orgasm. This one seems to be very slow and intense… she constricts and writhes, seeming to hold on to it. Finally, She looks down at me and asks very softly if my jaw is tired. “Yes Mistress… a little”, I respond.
“I know what will fix that”, she says smiling devilishly. “Go get those nipple clamps again, and be quick about it!”. “Wait… I have an idea, bring me the IcyHot too”. I am a bit nervous, but I respond “Yes Mistress!” and I quickly return with both items. She opens the IcyHot, puts a good amount in Her palm, grabs my cock and slowly starts stroking me for several seconds. It is starting to get warm when she rubs the remaining amount on my balls and leaves to wash Her hands. At first it tingles, feels warm and is almost kind of nice, but the heat keeps building. As the heat takes hold, she returns and applies the nipple clamps tightly to my already very sore nipples, admires Her handi-work, smiles and says, “Now you will forget about your sore jaw”. She relaxes back into Her chair, grabs my face, and grinds against it again for several minutes and then finally puts me back to work. my nipples are sore and my cock and balls are on fire. I am moaning into Her pussy as I lick and suck and the sound seems to excite Her tremendously. After another 15 minutes of careful attention, she has Her 3rd orgasm. She rubs my head tenderly, “Excellent work slave! I am very proud of you!”. “I think I am going to need some penetration to finish this beautiful session, but I certainly can’t have that IcyHot inside me!”. She blows on my cock, making the IcyHot hotter again, leads me to the bed, ties me tightly face up with a pillow under my head, and quickly straps a dildo to my face. My cock and balls are burning, my nipples are sore, but I have never been so excited! Mistress loves riding my face an it means she is having a great night so far. She lowers herself slowly, Her smell almost makes me go over the edge. She rides and grinds to several orgasms and finally lays next to me silent for several minutes. Finally, she stands up, collects Herself, without a word, and unties me. Then to my surprise, she leads me to the wall and grabs a spreader bar. She places it between my legs, spreading them very far apart. She attaches an impaler pole to the center of the spreader bar, attaches a long dildo to the end, places lots of lube on it, and pushes it deep inside my ass… then locks it in place. Still silent, She pulls my hands up over my head and ties them like that using a hook in the ceiling… then removes the nipple clamps, rubs more IcyHot on my cock and balls, walks to the door and turns out the light. Before she leaves she looks back and says, “I need to clean up. I am going out for dinner with Cindy tonight. I’ll be back in a few hours, but the idea of you here in this predicament while I am at dinner will excite me tremendously. Be ready when I get home!”. She smiles and closes the door.
Mistress finally returned home a few hours later. I was very excited to see Her again, but also very nervous. The last several hours had left me feeling mentally drained, and I wasn’t sure I had much more to give. She opened the door and smiled at me. “Did you think I forgot about you, my darling?”, she said. “No Mistress”, I replied. She walked closer to me and began to inspect me. I was dying to be released, but She continued to look me over as She spoke, “We were having sooo much fun!”. Mistress paused, wiped a bit of sweat from my forehead and then continued, “Cindy and I decided to have a few glasses of wine after dinner.”. “Have you been a good boy while I was gone?”, she queried. “Yes, Mistress”, I quickly responded. “Well then, lets get you down from there. You can’t do me any good hanging there.”, She said as She smiled devilishly. She unhooked my hands and then left me to do the rest. She instructed me to clean everything up, including myself while She slipped into something more comfortable.
When She returned, she was wearing a black negligee and nothing else. I was kneeling in the center of the room with my head down to the ground and my butt high in the air, as I had been taught. Mistress placed a collar around my neck and then walked me over to the lounge chair in the corner of the room. She sat down in the chair and instructed me to kneel in front of Her. She placed her hand behind my head and directed my face down between Her legs. With my face inches from Her naked pussy, she began to pet my head. My cock instantly sprang to attention, and After a few minutes sitting there She asked me, “Which would you prefer? I can place you back on the impaler, or you can come please me in the bedroom.”. It was an easy decision, I would join Her in the bedroom even though I knew it would probably be much more difficult.
In the bedroom, Mistress gave me a glass of water and a caffeine tablet. “Don’t want you falling asleep on me.”, she purred into my ear. After I took the tablet She bent me over the end of the bed, and attached ankle cuffs to each of my ankles. Using ropes attached to each ankle and looped around the feet at the corners of the bed, She pulled my legs far apart until I thought I would split in half. She tied the ropes off tightly and gave me a good spank on the ass with Her bare hand. Then She placed wrist cuffs on each of my wrists and using some more rope pulled them as tightly as She could towards my ankles. I was now completely immobile, but there was more. Mistress stepped into view holding a head harness with a ball gag and several D-rings. She laughed a little as She rubbed the ball gag on Her butt hole and then placed it in my mouth while She positioned the head harness on me. Once in position, She pulled all of the straps very tightly and the ball gag sank into the back of my mouth. She walked around behind me, and after a few moments I felt something metal against my asshole. As it eased in I realized it was an anal hook (large metal hook with a ball on the end). With the hook firmly in place, Mistress tied a rope to the top of my head harness, pulled my head back and tied the rope to the hook in my ass. I couldn’t move my head forward at all and the hook was pulled tightly into my ass.
The overhead lights went out and a small bedside lamp was turned on. Mistress crawled into bed and positioned Herself so my face was between Her legs and only inches away from Her pussy. She began to rub Herself all over and slowly made Her way down to the area around Her pussy. She took Her time slowly rubbing Her inner thighs. After several minutes She moved closer to Her vagina, but still only rubbed around the outside. She began to tell me how much She enjoyed the thought of me on the impaler while She was out having a nice dinner and drinks with Her friend. She told me how She loved the idea that I was completely immobile and that I had to watch in frustration as She slowly brought Herself to orgasm. Right at that moment She slowly began to rub Her vagina. She would rub up and down and then switch to circles. She varied Her pace from slow to medium and then back to slow. After several minutes She began to get very wet. The smell aroused me so much I thought I could cum without anyone even touching me. I tried to gyrate my hips to get some friction on my penis, but I could not move at all. Sensing my frustration She reached down and rubbed Her glorious juices under my nose and all over my face. I hadn’t been allowed to come at all this evening and my balls were beginning to ache. She continued rubbing, every so often slipping a finger inside and withdrawing it again quickly. Over the next 20 minutes She built Herself up to a mind-blowing orgasm. Her body shuttered and She let out a loud groan/moan/growl sound. She sat still for several minutes, then reached down and rubbed Her juices over my face and nose again. She moved down in the bed so Her pussy was on my face and said, “Good night darling. See you in the morning!”. I was extremely aroused and as the minutes turned into hours it only got worse. I was wide awake and every movement Mistress made in Her sleep seemed it would send me over the edge. In fact, at one point in Her sleep, She began to slowly grind Her pussy on my face, and I completely forgot about how sore my neck, butt and jaw were. I began to wish I had chosen the impaler, this was the worst torture ever!
That night, I don’t think I got more than an hour’s worth of sleep. When Mistress awoke She rubbed Her pussy up and down my face a little and then sat up. She untied the rope between the hook in my ass and the top of my head harness. “How did you sleep dear?”, she asked. I still couldn’t answer with the ball gag in my mouth but She continued anyway, “I slept wonderfully!”. She unfastened the head harness and removed the ball gag. My jaw was very sore, but I did not dare complain. She laid back in bed and told me to begin to lick Her very gently. She told me She woke up extremely aroused but was still very sensitive from last night. I slowly licked and after a few minutes, I could feel Mistresses pelvis begin to gyrate a little. I quickened my pace and lightly began to suck every so often. Eventually, She let out a soft moan and then got out of bed. She smiled at me and asked, “What shall we do today?”.
I heard the front door open, and I suddenly became very excited. It seemed like I had been in this predicament for several hours, and the time must have been getting close to midnight. When Mistress came into the room, I very much wanted Her to be pleased. I tried my best to stand as straight as I could, I straightened my arms above my head and I began to think about the evenings activities in the hope that my penis would begin to stand at attention. In the midst of my preparation, to my surprise, I heard voices!
Mistress had invited Cindy back to Her place and I could hear them in the next room. I couldn’t quite make out their conversation, but my mind began to race. After a few minutes, the door opened and I could hear Mistress say, “Would you like to see him?”. My penis was at full attention now, but I was still a bit nervous. Mistress turned on the light and I had to squint a bit as my eyes adjusted. Mistress looked gorgeous in a pair of low cut jeans, and a sexy black top that was showing plenty of cleavages. Cindy stepped into the room, covered Her mouth, and let out a half-laugh, half gasp. “Oh myl! He’s been there all night like that?”, she said. “Wow!”, she said as she eyed me up and down. “Take a closer look.”, Mistress encouraged. Cindy came closer and my eyes shifted to the ground. She looked me over, giggled every now and then, and finally gave me a good swat on the ass. “He’s cute!”, she said as she smiled. Mistress smiled back, “Would you like to see some more?”. Cindy’s smile turned to a devilish grin, “Yeah, I think I’d like that”. Mistress walked over and untied my hands. “While he gets cleaned up, let’s go open a bottle of wine.”, Mistress said as she looked at my erection and smiled. “When you’re finished cleaning up, come out to the living room naked and bring your collar and those nipple clamps you were wearing earlier today.”, she said firmly and then left the room with Cindy.
Getting off of the impaler on my own was a bit of a challenge, but it came as a great relief. After putting everything neatly away, I took a very quick hot shower, grabbed my collar and the nipple clamps, and took a short moment to prepare myself.
When I opened the door I could see that Cindy and Mistress were sitting on the couch in the living room chatting and enjoying their wine. Their eyes turned to me, and Mistress instructed me to come to kneel on the floor in front of them. I kneeled before them with my eyes lowered and Mistress placed the collar around my neck. “He’s my little play toy. He cooks me dinner, cleans my house, and attends to all of my special needs.”, she smiles at Cindy. “We met at a New Year’s Eve party for bondage enthusiasts and he’s been serving me ever since. I guess that was almost 6 months ago.”, Mistress pulls slightly on my collar as she speaks. “I’ve had several fantasies about things like this, and even been in a few chatrooms on the internet but never took the next step.”, Cindy responded. “Would you like to see me give him a spanking?”, Mistress asked Cindy. Cindy nodded Her head yes. Mistress instructed me to lie across Her knee, and I quickly complied. Mistress placed my penis between Her legs and pulled my hand up behind my back and then began. Each swat I counted aloud and said, “Thank you, Mistress!”. After about 20, Mistress began to hit me a bit harder, “See how his butt is turning pink! It’s nice and warm now and I can really start to give him some good ones.”. The next 10 were quite hard and my ass was really beginning to sting! Mistress stopped for a moment, “Cindy what do you think? Would you like to see some more?”. Cindy was quiet for a moment and then asked, “Can I give it try?”. “Certainly!”, Mistress responded. Mistress pushed me off of Her lap and I crawled over to Cindy. She looked at me and smiled, “Get across my lap slave!”. “Yes, Ma’ am!”, I quickly responded. I was surprised to see that she had paid attention to every detail. As I laid across Her lap she positioned me so that my cock was between Her legs, she pushed my head down and then pulled my arm up behind me. She was very firm, but the first spank was not very hard. I began counting and responded, “Thank you Ma’ am!” after every swat. After 3 or 4 Mistress said, “Don’t be afraid to give him a good spanking. I’m sure he deserves it!”. The next several swats were much harder and by the count of 10 I think she had found Her stride. She was swinging hard, alternating cheeks and taking very few pauses. At 40, my ass was on fire and I was gritting my teeth after each swat. Mistress told Cindy she would have better control of me, if she placed my leg closest to Her between Her legs and underneath. Cindy did this and continued, hitting ever harder. I think she had begun to lose Herself in the role. At 60 she stopped for a moment and rubbed my ass. “Oh I could become addicted to this”, she said. Mistress laughed and responded, “When you think he’s had enough, let me show you how to put these nipple clamps on him”. Cindy pushed on to 80 before releasing me.
Mistress instructed me to lie face up on the coffee table. Cindy moved closer and Mistress started to put on the nipple clamps. “I like to get them on the real good. So I can tug on the chain.”, she told Cindy. “Pull his nipple up, put the clamp around it and then adjust the slider to tighten them. The tighter they are, the more they hurt and the more likely they are to stay on.”, Mistress put both clamps on me and then tugged a bit on the chain. “You try”, Mistress removed the clamps and handed them to Cindy. Cindy put them on very tight, moving the slider as close to the nipple as she could. I saw the grin on Her face as she tugged on the chain and my face changed to a grimace. Cindy looked down at my penis and asked, “What about that?”. Mistress smiles, “I don’t use that for sex much, I prefer to use his tongue and face. I’ve trained him to keep it hard at all times because I like the way it looks.” Mistress winks at Cindy, “Come with me. I think we need to get a few more things!”. Mistress and Cindy disappear into the dungeon and return several minutes later with a box full of toys. Mistress grabs some rope from the box and begins to tie me down to the table. She ties my wrists and ankles to each leg of the table and then pulls my knees far apart and secures them in place with a rope going under the table and to the other knee on the other side. Cindy pulls a metal cock ring out of the box and asks, “What are these other 2 holes for?”. “Those are for his balls”, Mistress answers. Cindy grabs my cock and slips the cock ring over my cock and starts to push the balls into place. At first they won’t fit, since it is meant to be very tight when I am erect, but as she painfully pushes and tugs on my balls, my erection subsides just enough for everything to pop into place. “Wow, I thought I was going to have to oil him up to get that on!”, Cindy giggles. She caresses my cock and balls as she admires Her handy work and my cock jumps to attention. The ring begins to trap the blood in my penis and it is quickly swollen and bulging.
Mistress and Cindy sit back on the couch, have another glass of wine and admire their handy work. They chat a bit about the evening so far and conclude that they are both ready for some pleasure. Mistress reaches into the box and pulls out Her favorite toy. It is a full head harness with a gag on one side for me and a dildo on the other side for Her. She places the harness on my head and makes sure everything is positioned properly before tightening the straps. “Cindy, why don’t you go first!”, Mistress says softly. “It is sooo much fun! And the idea that my pussy is so close to his face but he can’t touch it makes it so much better!”. Cindy smiles, pulls up Her skirt and pulls down Her red lacy panties. She hangs Her panties from my cock and moves up towards the other end of the table. She puts one leg on each side of my head and stands above me for a moment. Then she slowly lowers Herself down until the tip of the dildo is touching Her pussy lips. She rubs it back and forth and I can see Her juices coating the tip. She slowly eases the tip inside Her and pauses for a few seconds. Then she slowly lowers Herself almost to the base. She goes back up a little bit and then lowers Herself all the way to the base. Once at the base, she bounces a little and slowly grinds onto the base. I push my face forward to help improve friction. After a few slow strokes, she begins to move a bit faster, coming to the base and bouncing a bit before raising up and doing it again. She does this for several minutes and I can see that she is breathing heavier. The view of Her pussy moving up and down so close to my face is got me so aroused I almost feel like I’m drunk. Cindy lets out a soft moan and I can tell she is getting close. She lowers Herself all the way and I can feel Her full weight on my face as she grinds and bounces. She looks down at me directly into my eyes and firmly commands, “Look at me!”. She tightens a bit and her fluids rush onto my face. As soon as that happens I feel a bit of precum squirt out of my penis. Cindy rests for a moment before standing up and sitting down on the couch. Mistress is smiling, “I told you that was fun!”. Mistress walks over to me and to my surprise begins to untie me. “Slide down so your butt is at the end of the table!”, Mistress commands. She pulls my knees back to my chest so my ass is off the end of the table and completely exposed. She ties my wrists under the table and ties my knees so they are tight against my chest and as far apart as possible. Mistress removes Her jeans and a pair of pink silk panties. “Cindy, do you think you could do me a favor?”, as an evil grin comes across Her face. “I’d love to watch you give him a good spanking while I am riding his face!”. “Certainly!’, Cindy smiles as she gets into position. Mistress gets up onto the coffee table and straddles my face with Her face towards my feet. She holds my feet as she guides Herself down. The dildo touches Her lips in perfect position and she gently pushes it inside. She lowers Herself to the base. Her asshole is pressing against my nose. Holding my legs, she leans forward a bit and puts Her feet back down onto the floor. Cindy opens up with a hard spank, and the shock makes me jump a bit. Mistress begins to gyrate and bounce while Cindy quickly makes it up to 15 good spanks. After a few minutes, Mistress reaches down and pinches the clamps on my nipples. Cindy keeps spanking and Mistress is beginning to quicken Her pace. “Hit him harder Cindy! I like to feel him squirm underneath me!”, Mistress says. Cindy’s next spank stings tremendously and I bite down on the gag. The next is even harder! Mistress grabs the chain to my nipples and begins to tug on it mercilessly. I am squirming and moaning in pain and Mistress is riding and grinding my face faster and faster. Finally, she lets out a moan and pulls the chain so hard that the clamps come off my nipples. “Don’t stop Cindy!”, Mistress commands. Cindy focuses on one cheek now and I can barely stand it. Mistress gyrates a bit to get the last part of Her orgasm and then rests on my face. “OK…”, she says to Cindy and Cindy stops. Mistress unties me and directs me to my feet. She removes the head harness and tells me, “You can clean the dildo with your mouth slave.”. They both smile as I eagerly lick and suck the dildo. “Cindy, I think I am done for the night but you are welcome to spend the night. Who knows what fun we can have tomorrow!”.
Mistress finally returned home and I was extremely excited to see Her. When she opened the door and stepped into the room I was immediately struck with how gorgeous she looked. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans, a partially see through black top and a black corset over the black top. She looked me over for several seconds before starting towards me. “Hello my beautiful pet!”, she said as she admired me in my predicament. She stepped closer and pinched both of my nipples very hard, smiled and said, “Did you have a nice evening?”. “Yes Mistress”, I quickly responded. She reached up and unfastened my wrists from above me. “Get yourself down from there, I have some other ideas for you tonight.”, she said in a firm tone as she walked away from me and over to the lounge chair in the corner of the room. She watched as I struggled to get myself off of the impaler and unfasten my ankles. Once I was free, I knelt down in front of Mistress with my head down to the ground and my butt high in the air as I had been trained to do. “Very good. Now get me a glass of wine. I need something to drink while you clean up these toys and take a shower.”, she commanded. I knew Mistress doesn’t like to wait, so I moved very quickly.
When I returned and begun to kneel Mistress ordered me to stand with my legs apart and my hands behind my back. “Spread them further!”, she said as she slapped my inner thigh. She picked up a metal cock ring from the table next to Her and begun to fit it on me. This cock ring also had metal rings for each of my balls and when Mistress had a bit of difficulty fitting them into the place she gave my balls a good squeeze. After a few seconds, my erection subsided a bit and Mistress could easily slip everything into place. She admired Her handy work, slapped my cock back-n-forth a bit and then pinched both of my nipples. My erection sprang back to life and was now very snug in the cock ring. She grabbed a large (and long) butt plug from the table and commanded me down on my knees. “Get your butt up here!”, she said. She rubbed a generous amount of lube on the butt plug and then a generous amount on my anus. “Lets see if we can’t make this fit.”, she said softly. It took several minutes of coaxing, but finally, the tip slipped slowly into my ass. It was very long, and Mistress slowly pushed it all the way inside me. She then fastened it tightly in place with some rope. “Can you sit down?”, she asked. I moved to a wooden chair and eased myself onto the chair. “Yes Mistress”, I responded. “Good! Now come back here.”, she smiled and said. She began to tell me a bit about Her plans for the evening and as she talked she pinched my nipples. “I told Cindy I would meet her at a bar this evening, but I had to go and take care of something. I’ve decided I’m taking you with me. I will need someone to get me my drinks and amuse me for the evening.”, she said as she smiled. “You will be wearing these items under your clothes! Do you understand?”, she asked as she began to place tweezer nipple clamps on my nipples. “Yes Mistress! Thank you Mistress!”, I eagerly responded. She tightened the clamps a bit, “Don’t want these falling off in the middle of the bar.”, she said with an evil grin crossing Her face. I put my clothes on, styled my hair and Mistress made a few last-minute adjustments to make sure nothing was visible. “One last thing!”, Mistress said firmly and then unbuttoned Her jeans, reached down into Her panties and began to rub Herself. She rubbed for almost a minute and then pulled Her hand out and wiped it under my nose and all over my face. She smiled and finally placed them in my mouth and told me to lick them clean. The smell of Her pussy drove me crazy and the thought of Her juices on my face, while I was out in public, was almost too much.
We arrived at the bar, and Mistress sent me directly to the bar for drinks. It was a bit difficult to walk normally, but I made my way to the bar through a crowd of people. I was getting looks from several women at the bar and I was sure they could see something. I ordered the drinks and then began to look for Mistress and her friend. It took me a few minutes, but I finally them near the back of the bar by the dance floor. As I walked across the room towards them I could see several guys checking them out, and as I got closer I saw 2 guys already talking to them. I stepped confidently through them, politely introduced myself to Cindy and delivered the drinks. Mistress loved for me to be confident and suave when in public, and I knew if I was intruding she would immediately let me know. She smiled at Cindy, Cindy smiled and the guys excused themselves. “Thanks!”, Cindy said relieved to be rid of them. “It is very nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you!”, Cindy said with a smile. “Very nice to meet you as well.”, I responded. After an hour of small talk and a few more drinks the girls went off to the bathroom.
When they returned, Mistress smiled at me, stepped next to me and slyly pushed on the butt plug through my pants. “We’re going for a dance. Grab us a few more drinks”, she said with a gleam in Her eye. When I got to the bar, one of the woman bartenders came directly to me. She smiled and asked me for my order. While she was getting the drinks she kept smiling. When I looked a bit puzzled she told me she had just come from the bathroom. “I hope you washed your hands”, I said trying to be funny. “I overheard a few girls talking about you.”, she quickly responded still smiling. “I’ll give you these drinks for free if you’ll let me do something.”, she said her smile widening. “Depends what it is.”, I responded. She reached across the bar and pinched my nipple. “Wow! Can I see them?”, she asked a bit quieter now. I unbuttoned a few buttons and flashed the nipple clamp attached to one nipple. “Anytime you need drinks, come back and see me!”, she smiled at me. “Thanks!”, I said and winked at Her. Wow, I can’t believe that just happened I thought as I walked back to our table. I watched the girls dance for a few songs and thought about how lucky I was to have such a great Mistress.
When the girls returned, Cindy walked directly to me. “So I hear you have a little secret!”, she said. I looked at Mistress, “Unbutton your shirt and show her”, Mistress said to me. I stepped closer to Cindy and positioned myself so no one else could see. I unbuttoned my shirt and Cindy’s eyes widened. “Do they hurt?”, she asked. Before I could answer Mistress told Cindy to tug a bit on the chain. Cindy gave slight tug on the chain and I grimaced a bit. Cindy buttoned my shirt up for me and commented, “That’s sexy! You’ve been wearing those the whole time!?”. Cindy looked at Mistress and asked, “How did you convince him to do that?”. “I told you, he will do whatever I tell him to do!”, Mistress responded. “He cleans my house, cooks my dinner, gives me massages, attends to my sexual needs, and obeys my every command! He’s my play toy!”, Mistress continued. “Wow! I’d love that!”, Cindy smiled at me. “If you’d like to see more, he’s got a few more secrets I haven’t told you about.”, Mistress told Cindy and then took another sip of Her drink. “He’s also wearing a cock ring.”, she told Cindy. “Really!”, Cindy said. “Show Her!”, Mistress commanded firmly. I again stepped closer and did my best to position myself so no one else could see. I pulled my cock out of the top of my underwear so Cindy could see. She took one finger and pushed my cock to one side so she could see a bit better. I was a bit nervous exposing myself like this. I am a very confident & assertive man in my public life and had always been very private about my submission & BDSM activities. Cindy smiled at me while I put my cock away and buttoned myself back up. “What other secrets are you hiding?”, Cindy said to me as she tugged a bit on the ropes around my waist. I looked at Mistress. “He’s also wearing a butt plug! Reach around and give it a push.”, Mistress said just loud enough for Cindy and me to hear. Cindy stepped closer to me, reached around to my ass, felt between my cheeks and found the butt plug. She hesitated for a second and then gave it a push. “It’s longer than this glass and wider than this.”, Mistress said holding Her fingers up so Cindy could see. “I like him to be reminded of his servitude to me at all times.”, Mistress continued. Mistress leaned over a bit towards Cindy and continued, “Plus it gets me excited to know that he is doing all of this for me and I’m the only one who knows about it. Well, until tonight that is. Our conversation at dinner got me thinking you might appreciate something like this.”. Cindy looked me up and down and you could almost see her brain working. I tried to act normal and drink my drink.
Finally, Cindy turned to Mistress and asked, “Do you loan him out?”. My jaw dropped a bit. Mistress thought for a minute or two, looked me in the eyes and then responded to Cindy, “I haven’t yet, but I don’t see why I couldn’t! We’ve been friends for a few years. What did you have in mind?”. “I’d like to take him home with me tonight!”, Cindy responded. It felt very strange being talked about this way when I was standing right there. “I’ll allow that, but on two conditions. One, that you bring him to my house in the morning and tell me about the evening in detail! And two, that you promise to give him a very good spanking for being such a lucky boy!”, Mistress said and let out a little laugh. “Oh, I can do that!”, Cindy responded with a smile. Mistress finished the last of Her drink and then gave me a hug. “I’m heading home. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”, she said still standing very close to me. Before leaving, Mistress held my balls firmly in Her hand and whispered in my ear, “Be a good boy my pet!”. After Mistress left, Cindy’s eyes changed. There was still a bit of lust and wonderment but now there was also strength and confidence in them. “Come over here!’, Cindy said firmly. She pinched my nipple, looked me in the eyes, and said, “We’re leaving, and I hope you’re not tired because you’ve got a long night ahead of you!”.
In spite of her title, Mistress Kim never really felt all that dominant. Others seemed to find her to be a natural leader and followed her easily, especially subbie males who seemed to always be attracted to her. But she really didn’t identify with the BDSM culture and only played at it like a game. She was actually more of a sadist who enjoyed causing discomfort and even pain to others. So when her husband had hinted about chastity play she didn’t really care for the idea at first, thinking of it as a D/s or cuckold thing. And she was a very sexual creature and didn’t want to deprive herself of any pleasure and felt that locking up the only cock available to her would do just that. But over time she came to think of some of the positive aspects of a partner in short term chastity, primarily that he would be more attentive to her needs and eager to please with the hope of being released. And if it made him squirmy and a little uncomfortable that would appeal to her sadistic side as well. So she bought a metal chastity cage on a whim and kept it in a drawer while she considered whether to act on it.
One random morning she made her decision and that evening gave the proclamation to her partner when they were getting into bed: “You are going to wear a chastity cage for a period of one week starting tonight. And since you will be unable to fuck, you will worship my pussy with your tongue and fingers and be responsible for bringing me to orgasm as often as I like and in any manner that I choose. You will not have the opportunity to touch yourself nor will I touch that greedy cock of yours during this time and you will certainly not be allowed to orgasm. There will be other rules and expectations and failure to comply in an agreeable manner will result in the time period being extended. But if you are especially good and compliant I might cut the week short.”
Her matter of fact tone left him no room for questioning her announcement and she wondered at first if she had pushed him too far but she heard his sharp little intake of air and she could see by his growing erection that she had hit just the right nerve. In a lightning-quick move she slapped the head of his cock with her open palm and his erection immediately subsided. “That’s better,” she said. “You need to be soft for this.”
And with that she presented the shiny stainless cage to him, complete with a lock and key. “Put this on,” she said. After a second of hesitation, she added sternly “NOW!!”
He quickly took the cage and fumbled briefly with the lock before getting it open and disengaging the cage from the backing ring. He laid the cage on the bed as he opened the ring and wrapped it around his balls and cock, careful not to pinch his skin in the hinge. The ring was cold on his skin but it was nothing compared to the chill he got as he pulled the cage over his cock and up to align with the clasp. He reached for the lock but she beat him to it and deftly clicked it in place and took the key. She placed the key on a chain which she hung around her neck. “The key will be in my possession this week and there is only one. If I learn that you have tampered with the lock in any way or tried to remove the cage I will extend your time in chastity.”
He was now breathing hard and was visibly nervous but he again started to regain his erection so she was sure that she was hitting all the right buttons. “I wouldn’t recommend getting hard with that thing on either,” she laughed.
Pulling off her clothes she noticed him watching her intently. “Come start your week by showing my pussy how much you appreciate the trouble I have gone to and the attention I am giving you” she said.
He wasted no time with the usual kissing and fondling and instead moved his mouth directly to her waiting pussy. He drank up her sweet scent and started right to work with his tongue on her clit. She had helped him develop his skills and was pleased as usual with his performance. The sexual tension built quickly for her. She felt the heat energy start in her thighs and move up to her groin and then radiate out all over her body and in minutes she was writhing in a powerful orgasm that shook her to the core.
“Ah yes. Nicely done chastity boy” she purred. “And much nicer to not have to worry about your greedy cock tonight. Don’t you agree? Now go to sleep.” She kissed him, rolled onto her side away from him and closed her eyes, listening to his rapid breathing and pleased with herself for the squirmy and uncomfortable feelings he was feeling. She noted that it took him much longer than usual to get settled as he rolled side to side looking for a position that allowed him to sleep.
She woke the next morning to a delicious back rub and lay enjoying it for several minutes. Without her having to say a word he began kissing down her back and to her ass. She moaned with pleasure as his tongue made its way between her cheeks and to her rosebud. He expertly licked all around and lapped at her, his fingers moving up to gently probe and caress as well. “Mmmmmmmmm, this week is starting out even better than I’d hoped,” she murmured. He worked diligently with his tongue and moved one hand around to massage her clit, keeping the other hand working with his tongue. Once again he brought her to a powerful orgasm. She rolled over to thank him and noticed his obvious discomfort. “Awww, are you getting hard in your cage chastity boy?” she teased. “I think you need to devote more of your attention to getting me off and less to that selfish chunk of meat of yours. it will only take one week for you to learn that lesson.”
For two more days and nights, he gave her incredible oral-service and orgasms but she was really beginning to miss his cock penetrating her. So for a twist on the fourth night, she told him that she wanted to fuck. He was obviously excited and gave a big sigh as she led him to the bedroom. There lay her strap on harness and dildo which she used to peg him. He picked it up and held it out for her to step into but she said “Oh no chastity boy, that’s for you to wear to fuck me. If I were to fuck you it would bring you pleasure and this week is ALL about me! Well, don’t you want to fuck me? Quickly now before I change my mind.”
He put on the harness and had a difficult time getting it to work around the cage which held his cramped and sore cock which was still at half mast. But once he had the dildo in a place she laid back and spread her silky legs, opening herself up to him. He carefully placed the tip of the dildo on her lips and rubbed it around gently to pick up her moisture. He found her to be soaking wet and the toy slid easily into her waiting pussy. He worked it as he would his own cock but she was insatiable and demanded that he pump faster and harder and kept him going much longer than his stamina would normally allow. When she finally came they both fell back exhausted on the bed.
“There now. Isn’t it great to make love when you are focused only on me?”
He reluctantly agreed and then seemed to consider it a moment before saying “Yes, yes it was better. I love giving you pleasure.”
“You’re not thinking or your own orgasm? Not aching for release?”
“Well yes,” he admitted. “I do want so much to be released and allowed to cum'”
Even though he still wanted to be released he was progressing quite nicely, she thought to herself as she closed her eyes.
The next evening after dinner Kim was surprised when he sat at on the floor next to her chair, produced a tube of her favorite lotion and began to massage her feet and calves for what seemed hours. He was so focused on the task that she was tempted to release him early.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“About how horny I am,” was his reply.
So he was still not quite ready but the promise of chastity was definitely still paying off for her.
He spent 40 minutes that night making love to her with just his mouth and hands and it was glorious. She was feeling like royalty with all of the attention he was giving her. Was it just to get an early release or was he really devoting his attention to her? It was now day 5 with only 2 days to go and though he seemed to be doing better each day she was not sure the goal would be reached in time.
On day 7 they retired to the bedroom after a long day and she could sense the anticipation and nervous energy in him. She took the key from the chain around her neck and asked “Well, it’s day 7 and you have been very good this week chastity boy. Better than I had even hoped. Do you think you have earned your release?”
“Oh yes ma’am. I do!” he said emphatically.
“What is the first thing you want to do when I take off the lock?” she inquired.
“I am about to explode and want to cum SOOOO badly,” he replied before he even thought.
“Oh, bad answer my Love. You should have at least been concerned that I might want to make use of your cock and not what it would mean for you. I’m afraid that you are still not ready for release.” She put the key and chain back around her neck and then kissed him. He was shuddering in her hands but his cock straining against his cage told her that he was loving every minute of the situation.
“Okay chastity boy, week two starts now with your tongue on my pussy” she commanded.
Whatever you do, always start small and work up. Take time to find tolerance level. . . You can tie a rope around the balls in all sorts of patterns, or just tie them so they can’t get away and give it a pull. Hit them… start with light pats and build up from there 1 being light pats, 9 is using them as a speed bag. Ballbusting might sound like a good idea to start with but it is better to take it easy.
Same thing with the cock. Start maybe with squeezing, then pulling or even pulling the skin waaaaay back. Slap it hit it.. again start small and work up, open hand, softer objects like fly swatter or crop, working up to more drastic ways.
For the most part, just uses your imagination.
Have fun! If it isn’t fun, do you really want to do it?
There is nothing like someone else gripping your balls in her/his hand and squeezingSpray capsaicin or bengay or icy-hot on the nuts.
1. Use acupuncture needles – to stimulate you nut chi – they are super fine and won’t do a lot of damage but the mind fuck of having to put several in the nuts all at once. hmmm could be torture.
2. Use a tens unit on each ball and turn the unit up slow or fast until it’s maxed out.
3. Use a ball crusher
4. Zap your balls with an electric fly swatter.
5. Use a stun gun on the balls. There are two feelings; One is when the contacts are put directly into the ball, the feeling is intense but sounds like a ticking. The other is when the stun gun is held an eighth of an inch above the ball, then the voltage will jump to the ball from both prongs, more intense and better visual as you see the blue arc of the sparking, makes a popping sound too.
6. I love when my Goddess is dishing out punishment and makes me stand spread eagle in the doorway and kicks my balls. She will do so repeatedly while making me stand up straight when I am doubling over. She usually follows this up with me laying only back, legs spread while She squeezes my balls and then She turns to punch them, it will be 20 to 30 times before she is satisfied.
7. Isolating a testicle in one hand between the thumb and a couple of fingers, working it away from the body, compressing and rolling it until it is stretched to its maximum and nearly nothing left of the swollen ball it once was. Then she/he starts on the other…
8. Tied tight till they are purple and the veins popping out then with a heavy rubber band flip the veins till balls are covered with blisters, healing takes days, really hurts doing this
9. I love when a girl has a grip on my balls, with them pulled tight at the end of the sack… then proceeds to punch them repeatedly until I fall down to the ground. Takes quite a few hits, but each time I get lower and lower until I can’t take it anymore.
10. I like my balls to be sat on! Just bare ass and pussy on my bare balls on board. Nothing more personal then smashing them with the very part of a woman that can give the ultimate pleasure!
11. Get some cotton rope. Great for raping around the base of the cock and balls to push the balls out from the body and make them more sensitive and vulnerable. You could also make a leash and “walk you boy” around the house.
12. Lower the testicles into a glass of ice water. That in itself is quite painful. Then jerk off and when you cum with frozen balls, it feels like someone has pushed a red hot nail through each testicle. The ache lasts for an hour or more.
13. Prepare a bowl of ice water and while it chills masturbate or, if you have a master or Mistress they could warm up the slave parts with torture and teasing. When the sub’s cock and balls are overheated and he or you are begging to cum it is time. Balls ties so they cannot retreat up inside, the sub plunges his parts into the bowl of ice water and holds them as long as you can tolerate it, or until granted permission to remove them if submitting to another’s control. Short dunking, maybe 15-20 seconds to start. Soak for longer and longer as tolerated/directed. No touching when removed. If desired or permitted, shooting hot cum through a frozen cock is a wonderful sensation.
14. I just love it when a firm feminine hand reaches from behind and pulls them back and up as hard as she can, squeezing at the same time.
15. Lying on my back with my legs spread as she repeatedly knees me in the balls until I’m ready to puke.
16. Stun gun. I *STRONGLY SUGGEST the submissive, masochistic, lucky bottom be in a position where they simply can not fall. Perhaps they are lying down. Perhaps they are restrained in a way that safely supports their full body weight even if they go totally limp, or totally extended the muscles supporting their weight. Chairs fall over and folks fall off them. But a well-planned sitting position could work. Take a tube of roofing caulk or glue (Big, Wide tubes) and after it’s been used up, cut the pointy end off, clean out the insides, place your balls in there and then put it into the gun. This will keep your nuts in place while you crush them.
17. Testicle-crushing machine. You will need:
A small, automatic blood pressure machine
A pediatric cuff for the machine
Some rope, rubber bands, paracord, etc. to bind your balls
It’s pretty simple. Just tie or rubber band above your balls, trapping them in your sac. Connect the pediatric cuff to the machine, and wrap the cuff tightly around your balls. Hit the Start button on the machine and feel it slowly crushing your balls. When will it stop? Who knows? That’s part of the excitement. It stops at different pressures each time (and gives an Error message). But there’s really no error here 😉 It does an awesome job of crushing your nuts
18. I like for a female to tie my balls so they’re separated, then pull my sack tighter and tighter til my balls really stand out, then use her other hand to flick each ball with a fingertip, scrape her nails over them and dig them in.
19. Stuff them in my Mistress’s cunt and have her squeeze them hard with her muscles as she came hard from riding my bloated nuts.
20. Get a couple of squares of plexiglass and a couple of c clamps.. See how flat you can get them
21. Scrotum Tug of War. Two slaves on all fours, Dom puts humbler on each slave’s ball sack. Slaves are butt to butt and now a 6ft. chain/rope is attached to each humbler. Move slaves forward just so the chain/rope is taught. Attach a flag in the middle of the chain. Goal lines are ten feet apart. Each slave has a Dom/Domme assigned to them with a riding crop. Slaves’ asses will be whipped to encourage them forward.
The command is given…”PULL” and their asses whipped.
22. Supposedly this is an old Native American torture. Stake someone out face up spread eagle, then wrap a piece of wet leather around the testicles. As the Sundries the leather, it shrinks and slowly crushes the victim’s balls. Or get a magnifying glass and direct the suns rays towards the sac (other parts of the bodywork too – depends on your kink) go as soft or heavy as you like.
23. Execution-style ball hanging. Like hanging by the neck, balls are tied securely at the base with a noose or loops with the other end of the rope or cord is tied securely to something overhead. You’re standing on a high chair or ladder (or on a ledge or something) and the chair/ladder is kicked from under you, or you’re pushed off the ledge or jump. Hanging by the balls
24. Put them into a humbler.
25. Use insects to torture the balls.
Crickets – They just love pre-cum and cum when it either leaks out or is shot out of cock, they go nuts around the head especially the piss hole, just drinking your pre-cum and your thick white juice as it leaks from your cock and if it leaks down on the balls they bite the balls and eat as well.
Buy them a day before you want to use them so they are hungry. Coat cock and balls with sugar water, or slice an orange and squeeze the juice onto cock and balls. Crickets not only bite, but they bite off a piece of flesh and eat it. Feeling them crawl on cock and balls, and not knowing when they will bite, and then feeling multiple bites at the same time is amazing.
Redwood wasps – They inject over and over and bite at the same time. Catch them by a wing using normally closed tweezers, after holding them on balls or cockhead they will do their thing. I always release them after they have given their all.
Yellowjackets and small ground hornets – Will sting, allergies may be an issue for some but the continued exposure actually will help develop resistance. Take some ground beef and pulverize it in a blender. Then staked out in the back yard and spread the finely ground beef on balls. Yellowjackets LOVE raw meat. After a while, a few will appear and land on the balls to get some of that stuff. Annoy them a bit and they will sting.
Red ants – Sit over a red ant hill. Punched a hole thru it and they will come out in hoards. Drop the ball sack right into them. They will attack with a furry. They bite and sting which makes them seem bent over.
26. 2 Paint sticks and two decent elastics. Place balls between paints and start tightening the elastics. Pretty simple and easy.
27. Target practice. A paintball gun is way too powerful. It is very unlikely a nut would survive. A good fantasy but would definitely break the toys. A tennis ball and bean bags would be great. In fact. Really hurts even when not thrown very hard
28. Hang balls in the corner pocket of a pool table.
There once were two old friends, named Britney and Ashley. Britney was 5 foot, 6 inches with medium brown hair brown eyes and tanned skin. She had a toned body and was sultry, sexy cool.
Ashley was tall, almost like an avatar, nearly 6-foot tall full body curvy voluptuous. When Ashley walked into a room, men would stare. Ashley was a free spirit unable to be tamed.
And then there was Bitch Boi. He was a cheating bastard, and Britney arrived one weekend to serve up some revenge.
Britney and Ashley started with their bare feet taking turns getting oral from their Bitch Boi while they made out with each other. Ashley insisted Britney stand on his balls to keep him screaming as Ashley ground her pussy into his mouth. As the evening progressed, they used shoes on his tenderized cock to keep the intensity going. Ashley had some wicked wedges that she used to stomp on him. He screamed like a mad man up her pussy as Britney flooded his screaming mouth. Britney used her stilettos placed directly on the head of his cock to make him scream like a banshee. She made out with Ashley all the while as she said things like, come on babe hurt it for me, dig your heel into it, harder baby, make the damm thing suffer to make your Bitch Boy howl, Hurt it honey hurt it bad make your Bitch scream up her pussy! It was pretty freaking awesome to hear Bitch Boi muffled screams under Ashley’s grinding pussy! Ashley told Britney to jam her stiletto heel down his urethra as Ashley fingered Britney to a mutual double orgasm!
It was amazing to have Ashley direct Britney like that… when they both stopped cumming. Ashley bent down to inspect Bitch Boi jacked-up cock. Ashley laughed at all the marks all over his cock from our shoes. Ashley took particular delight in deep dents Britney put in what Ashley said was “her” cock head. There was a small trickle of blood coming from his urethra. Ashley said for Britney to plant her pussy over his mouth as Ashley wanted to reciprocate the roaring orgasm Ashley just had. Ashley had this amazingly sadistic look in her face that Britney couldn’t deny as she did what Ashley said and plopped her post-orgasm creamed pussy onto his mouth! Ashley then said, “Britney do you want to make it bleed for us while you cum in his mouth?” Britney watched as Ashley took a corsage pin and ever so slowly drove it into the base his thick dick shaft. Ashley stuck three more in into Bitch Boi dick gleefully wriggling them to keep him screaming like crazy… Britney was in multi-orgasmic bliss. Britney flooded his mouth with pussy juice as BB screamed into her pussy. Britney continued to cum and grind her gushing pussy into Bitch Boi’s mouth. Ashley lifted his dick and found the deepest dent in the head of his cock from her stiletto heels. Britney almost collapsed in orgasmic bliss as she watched Ashley wickedly push on the corsage pin contorting his tenderized dick until his flesh gave way, and Ashley gleefully drove the corsage pin right through the middle of his fat cock head. Just as Britney thought BB was going to pass out Ashley placed the sole of her shoe on his pined cock shaft and said crush it and watch. Bitch Boi let out a new level of screaming. They both quivered with orgasms right then.
Bitch Boi let out a new level of screams under her gushing pussy as the sole of her shiny black stiletto crushed his cock with the corsage pins deeply embedded in his dick shaft meat. Ashley then flashed her classic sadistic wicked blissful smiles and slowly pulled the pin in the head of his cock out. Britney swooned and almost collapsed onto Bitch Boi’s pussy glazed face as Ashley twisted his dick so they could watch a jet of blood forcefully spray out the underside of Bitch Boi’s cock as the pin is withdrawn. Britney fingered her to orgasm as Ashley continued to withdraw the pin. Ashley giggled then used her fingernail to open up BBs urethra. They watched as Ashley paused to pull the pin through his urethra and blood sprayed out his hole. Ashley pushed on her foot to get more pressure on his cock shaft. Fuck it was wild, Ashley slowly continued pulling the pin they watched the pin disappear into the deep heel dent on the top of his sorry cock head and instantly shoot another jet of blood out the top. Slowly the jets of blood out his dick head subsided.
BBs cock head was a bloody mess. Britney took her foot off of Bitch Boi’s glans and stared at the bloody mess. The corsage pins in his cock shaft were all trickling rivers of blood. They laughed like crazy at his fucked up dick! Ashley giggled and took out the powerful vibrator and said, “Should we?” Then rhetorically responded to her own question…”Fuck yeah” incredibly they both came again as Ashley used the powerful vibrator to bring BBs totally flaccid cock to orgasm. They both yanked the pins out of the shaft of his cock just as Bitch Boi groaned a sick guttural sound, and they watched thick blobs of bloody cum squirt out of his bloody cock! They fed the bloody cum to him and wiped it on his pussy-glazed mouth. BB looked down at his mangled cock, lying limp before him on a table, battered and bruised… and oozing blood seeping out from where the corsage pins had punctured his man meat.
They undid him and told him to clean his mess off. Then they headed to the shower to wash his blood and cum off their bodies and freshen up their vaginas. They retired to Britney’s bedroom and closed the door. Bitch Boi was left outside. Ashley and Britney slept like babies that night! That was the highlight of the weekend for sure!
The young man strolled down the hallway of his college with a smirk of self-
assuredness and confidence. That was on the outside, inside he
quivered in excitement. He went into the office of the Head Mistress
of the small college he attended. He reported to the lady at the
front desk and leered at her openly. She was not impressed. She
showed him into the Head Mistress’s office and shut the door. Once
inside, he saw her seated behind her huge Oak desk, looking at what
he presumed was his file. He stood cockily, hands behind his back.
She said, “Sit down. I’ll be with you in a moment.”
He sat in front of her and put his hands in his lap nonchalantly. He
did this to hide the nervousness excitement that he knew would show
if he didn’t cleverly disguise it. He could never tell what she was
thinking, and it excited him to no end. She was always so
unpredictable, always so stimulating…
She finally spoke in that calm, collected silky manner, “So Mr.
Skipworth, you grace my office once again.”
She said patiently, her eyes reading his latest infraction.
He licked his lips nervously in great anticipation. She came around
the desk and perched on the edge, and as always ignored him as she
read. She wore black slacks and a very sheer white silk blouse with a
black bra under it. It did nothing to hide those marvelous round
She finally looked up and took off her glasses. She looked at him
with those emerald eyes that never failed to send shivers all through
him and made his cock stir in his jeans. He knew it was coming, and
that it would be delicious. He could tell by the look in her eyes.
“Selling Scantrons to other students, and in Math no less. What do
you have to say for yourself this time?”
She said in that voice that made his heart skip a beat.
He faked indifference and folding his hands behind his head
retorted, “I wanted to make some money. Sue me”
His heartbeat quickened, for there it was…that slight flicker of
the danger in her eyes and in that minute’ cat-like smile.
She rose to walk over to him and he stood up, looking down on her.
He could have easily done her harm for she was so damn petite and
little, but he would never dream of that. She was just so damn
She said in a flat voice, “Sit down Boy”
He sat without hesitation, and she walked around behind him. His cock
was beginning to grow harder in his jeans.
She dug her long nails across his neck and said as he
shivered, “What am I going to do with you, Young Man? You don’t seem
to wish to do what is right; you constantly disobey, and are a
She came around the front to stare down at him.
Her green eyes narrowed and she said in that hypnotic voice, “You
like to think that you are in complete control, don’t you, Boy? You
like making people think that you are a strong individual and that
you are always in charge of your life”
As she said these things she was moving closer and closer to him
until she was mere inches away from his face, and he could see the
gold flecks in her eyes. She smelled so damn good, too! She bent as
if to kiss him, so he put his mouth up to meet hers. She swiftly
pulled his head back by his long hair and gazed into his startled
“Well. We are going to see just how much control you Really have, Big
Man. We’ll see if you have what it takes”
She licked up the side of his face with that marvelous tongue then
threw his head forward. “Now get up”
She pushed him over to the high open window that overlooked the
campus. This window was about mid-sternum to him.
“Do not move until I tell you that you may, do you understand? I want
you to face your peers. You are always in the limelight, and in full
control. I want you to remain that way that you are now. You will
wave to your peers, you will smile and don’t you Dare once falter.
Do you hear me, Boy. Answer now!”
She said in that low calm voice.
He panted, “Yes Head Mistress, I hear you”
Oh God, what did she have up her sleeves? He wondered. His cock was
rock hard in readiness, and throbbed painfully to his heartbeat.
She stood behind him where no one else could see her slight form. She
squeezed his ass cheeks roughly. “Don’t you dare change expression,
or your looks, not once, or it shall be extremely painful I assure
She then reached under him to fondle his cock and balls. She made him
put his hands on the sill then kicked his feet apart so that he
stood firmly planted, but slightly off-balance if he didn’t remain
so. She reached down and unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his jeans,
pulling them down over his hips. No one from down below could see any
of this happening. All they could see was the boy leaning on the sill
looking outside. She bit his ass sharply, hearing his intake of
breath. She slipped down onto the floor to stroke his hardened Man
Meat. He was rock hard for her. She could see his face from her
vantage. He was handling this well…thus far.
She rose up a little and began licking his throbbing cock. He twitched and
drew in breath over his teeth as she nipped his balls hard enough to
make them sting.
“Wave to all those that you know, Mr. In Control”
She commanded as she slipped her mouth over his large cock, swallowing as much as she could take it.
He waved at a couple of guys from his Gym Class. Lord, if they only
knew what was happening to him right now. Damn her mouth felt
marvelous! She too him in deep just for a moment, then moved back
again, just placing his cock head between her lips. She sucked and
lapped at all of the pre-cum just like a kid would lick an ice cream
cone. He shivered in delight. She sucked him hard for a few moments
and he was having a hard time concentrating on his task. A couple of
times she pinched his balls sharply.
He squirmed and managed to wave to the Dean of the College with
slight difficulty. How much more of this could he stand? She mused
with a grin.
She moved easily out from under him and removed an object from
inside her desk.
“Stand fast, don’t move” she ordered.
His legs were getting tired, but he would not disobey her. He could
hear her behind him, and curiosity was killing him. God, what was she
doing back there!?
He felt her fingers on his ass once more. Oh, how he loved this.
Her small fingers were warm and soft, but strong and firm. She put
her full, soft breasts up against his back, rubbing them
slightly. “Do you feel like you have full control now, Little Man?”
Faking bravado he answered, “Sure. I’m always in control. That’s how
I win” He smirked.
“Goood” She answered quietly, “I’m glad you feel that way”
She tugged his jeans down until they were around his ankles, then
made him back up a tad, and lean further on the sill, bracing himself
on his elbows. It was a relaxed-looking gesture to anyone seeing him
from the quad below. She stepped back then was quiet for a few scant
moments. She then reached under him and caressed his cock until he
felt that he was going to burst. He then heard the “Swish” sound well
before he felt the white-hot lash fall upon his naked ass. It was the
sound of a Mini Cat of 9 tails as it struck sweet virgin man flesh.
The blow wasn’t meant to hurt, but it took the boy off guard, and was
so unexpected that he cried out lightly. He started to turn, but
found her at his back, hands again gracing his ass cheeks. It tingled
where the rawhide had struck, and he had felt it throughout his whole
body! It felt so wonderful–what had she done to him?
She said quietly, “Remember, control at all times My Boy. We shall
see how much restraint you have. Don’t you dare move, don’t you
dare react any differently than you have been”
She disappeared briefly, then he felt her hands underneath him again.
Shivers ran his entire body. She was sitting under him again. He
sucked in a breath as he felt something wrap around his cum filled
balls. She had wrapped one of the rawhide tendrils around his cock
and balls and was now pulling it off slowly. The sensation made him
want to gasp or moan, but he looked down to see her face. She seemed
as if she were taking great pleasure in this.
His hands dug into the sill as her hot moist mouth touched his
swollen member once again. He gritted his teeth so hard that it could
be heard. Her mouth was like hot silk. He closed his eyes for a
second and moaned slightly. That was a large mistake.
So swiftly that he had no time to think, the lashes caught him from
beneath him, and the exquisite sting traveled from his ass up to his
back! He bit his lips as she did this several times in sharp
succession, all the while sucking on his blood-engorged cock. He
quivered, thinking that he was going to explode all down the back of
her throat at any second now. She suddenly brought the whip up
sharply, and it struck him on the buttocks hard! He nearly passed out
from the feeling this created, for he had never felt anything so
good. He nearly collapsed on top of her. He felt her move again to
come up behind him again.
Once again she brought the whip down, again in a rhythmically erotic
cadence, until he just knew he was going to cum all over the wall in
front of him.
She stopped. She knew he was close for his head was thrown back in
pure pleasure. She ordered him to close the window, then turn to face
There was something in her eyes that he had never seen before. She
spoke calmly, “Now Skip. We’re going to see how much restraint you
She bade him come closer and as he shuffled close, she reached back
and freed her Platinum white hair. It touched her shoulders
beautifully. This took him totally by surprise. She removed her high heels, then undid her slacks. She lay her slacks on the chair. She had on white silk thongs that showed off her magnificent little ass. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her black bra and soft, milky breasts.
He couldn’t believe this, the Head Mistress standing there before him
in this manner!?
She walked up to him and rubbed his straining cock while licking her
lips, her lust-filled eyes looking up at him. “Come” she ordered
him and walked over to his desk while firmly pulling on his cock.
She did something that he never expected in a million years– She
handed Him the whip!
She turned around and bent over the big desk, and looked at him over
“Now Boy, you will use my own toy on Me! You just lay it over your
wrist in a flicking motion, letting it fall on my ass cheeks. How
hard is up to you? How many guts do you have? How much restraint do
you possess? Do it now”
She turned her head and waited; pushing that tight looking little ass
out further. He stood in disbelief. Mar those delicious cheeks!? Oh Lord, he
thought. But…she had commanded him to do so.
He put the whip back as he had seen in the movies, and let fly! It landed much harder than he had planned, but the sound of the leather meeting that unspoiled flesh was wonderful in that tiny room. It hit so hard that it left red
welts all across her tiny ass.
She drew in a breath and he cringed inside, afraid that he had hurt
her. Instead, she curled her slim fingers around the edge of the large
desk and said, “Proceed”
He thought to himself, “Alright. You want it, you’ll get it!”
He flicked it again and watched it redden her skin. The more he did
this the more aroused he became. His member felt like it would bust
every time he lashed her ass.
Not a sound did she make until he began to lash her ass in the same
rhythm that she had used on him. She suddenly let out a strangled
gasp and dropped her head back in ecstasy. He came up behind her
closer and flashed the whip again. Her fingers scraped the top of
the desk, her nails scratching the wood.
Before he knew it he was pressed up against her, his cock against her
right leg. She reached back to take him in her hand and began to jack
him. Ahhh, he moaned in her right ear. His right hand began fondling
her breasts and his left edged down to fondle her pussy in the front.
He rubbed her clit as she jacked his hard cock. He lay the whip down
and used both hands on her pert breasts. She moaned and rested her
head back on his chest. “Ohhh, so good,” he moaned.
This was so forbidden, fondling an Administrator of a College this
way! And her tiny ass against his cock felt so fucking good! He bit
into her neck in bliss and was rewarded with her pushing that ass
back against him. She then moved her ass cheeks against him.
It was then that he felt it! She had grabbed the whip with her left
hand and whipped it around their bodies, lashing both of them with it
as they were pressed together. It slapped against their thighs and it
nearly sent him into fits of passion. He dropped his left hand and
shoved aside the thin material of the thong to diddle her soaked
pussy roughly. She yelped out quietly as his finger slid inside. He
had her steaming pussy in one hand as the other was pinching her
sweet titties. He was in sheer heaven. She arched her back and with
the next blow he dug his fingers into her love hole. She moved her
ass back against him, a cry finally coming from her lips. She
continued to lash them from side to side until he grunted
out, “That’s it Baby, come on, let it go. You don’t have to be in
full control All of the time. Let it go, that’s it.
He said things like this over and over until he couldn’t take it
anymore. He moved in behind her, and yanked on the thin material of
the thong. It ripped away from her body, and he grasped her slender
hips to thrust his big cock into her tiny tight pussy as she
continued to lash them both. She was so tight that it was difficult
to get in all the way, but he shoved in hard and finally buried
himself deep inside of her pussy.
He pumped her pussy, and she kept on swinging the whip; first to one
side, then to the other, He grasped her thin shoulders, then shoved
her down flat on the desk as he pounded his cock into her. He had
her down on top of the desk, helpless under his fucking.
She brought the whip up over her shoulder, and it landed on his left
shoulder. The sting it caused his cock to swell inside of her, and
he bottomed out inside of her purposely. She snarled and lashed
again. He rutted and pounded until she yelled out as her orgasm
racked her small body. The lash still swished on them both. He grit
his teeth, and with one last bone jarring thrust filled her tight
pussy with what felt like buckets of cum…..
He held her so tight that she could hardly breathe. When the spasms
of lust ceased, she lifted her head and chuckled, “Unhand me, Boy”
He let go and stumbled backwards.
With out a word, picked up her clothes and walked to the bathroom. He had pulled up his jeans and sat on the edge of her desk, smiling
at the scratch marks there. Her nails had dug in deep….
She returned fully composed, her hair back in her normal French twist, her slacks and blouse looking untouched as if nothing had transpired.
She put back on her glasses, and wore her normal expression. She
sighed as he started to reach for her.
“No. Do not get used to this, for it won’t happen again. You have a whole summer to contemplate what happened here tonight, Skip. Hopefully it will make you think.
Had it taught you anything at all? Had it taught you restraint, had
it taught you any discipline what so ever? It is now time for us to
go, for both of us must get home, and start our spring break.
What have you got to say for yourself, Boy?”
She asked; eyes cold as usual, but now with a hint of mischief there.
He just grinned and stated, “Next semester is going to be great!”
She laughed for the first time, “Skip, what AM I going to do with
Take me home with you?” He grinned.
When I was in college I remember rooms on the 3rd floor of the Library. Study cells, they were called. They were small, maybe 8×10, or so. Had a table and two to four chairs, a window looking out on the courtyard, a flat 4-pronged coat rack screwed to the concrete and totally sound-proof wall……just perfect for………….
I am waiting for you in the study room. Waiting for you to join me for lunch. I have packed us a wonderful meal, my Toy. Tender roasted chicken breast for protein. Succulent dairy cheeses, for calcium. Sweet crisp apples for vitamin C. And a light, blush wine to wash it all down. (Must make sure my Toy is fed properly.)
Quickly checking over your shoulder to make sure no one is close by, you slip into the room and press your broad back against the hardwood, swiftly closing the door; your hand turning the lock in one smooth move, barring the world from our private playroom. Your eyes meet mine for just a moment. Long enough for you to hungrily drink in the black boots… black slacks… black sweater …black eyes that command you to your knees.
“Mistress.” You whisper as your knees bend of their own volition and you take your position on the floor before me. Arms extended in front of you, forehead pressed to the carpet, ass in the air, knees, and ankles together. You await your Mistress’ instructions.
I am deeply pleased and my tone reflects that pleasure. “At ease, my Toy.” Immediately you rise to your knees, eyes lowered still, but back erect, arms behind your back, hands clasped. When I extend my small, well-manicured hand to you, you take it in your larger, masculine palm and gently, reverently press your lips to the back of my fingers, enjoying the tips of my long ruby painted nails as they tease the inside of your wrist.
“My Mistress. I am honored that you have joined me for lunch, Ma’am.”
“Mmmmm….” ruffling your hair, “As you should be, my Favored One.” Nuzzling my hand with your head, you feel my fingers entwine in your hair. I love the softness of your hair, silky and sensuous against my palm. I tug on your hair, forcing you to look up at me. Piercing eyes meet yours. You know what is wanted, I hardly need to voice it, but I do anyway. Quietly, yet commandingly. “Disrobe.”
Watching you peel out of your layers of winter clothing; sweater… t-shirt… jeans… amuses me. So many dynamics to this meeting. You, in a hurry, you have precious little time on your lunch break, and yet…you know my rules. Disrobing is to be a slow, sensuous, titillating act. Designed to teasingly reveal and seductively stimulate….ah, but now you are stuck halfway in and halfway out of your jeans, having forgotten to remove your shoes first. (Mistress covers her mouth in a delicate attempt to hide her grin.)
Amused by your awkwardness in this ongoing training to become my personal Chippendale, I am secretly proud of your efforts. You have been working hard, on your own time, to master the art of stripping. I remember how we searched together on the Internet for appropriate music for you to practice with. And how pleased you were to present me with a copy of the music CD you burned, so that Mistress could listen to the CD precisely at 9:00 pm, every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday evening, the exact same time that you are at home practicing. I smile thinking of how you diligently watched videos of male dancers that I provided for you. Memorizing moves and mimicking dance steps, all to please your Mistress, and yet, embarrassed by being forced to watch other men perform. Such wickedly contradicting emotions! You love the attention of your Mistress. Of feeling her power over you. Her dominance and control make you feel secure and safe. Yet she takes you places you have never been before. She explores areas of your psyche that have remained hidden and well guarded. She strips you down to just the sexual animal and feeds the beast within you. Yet, at the same time, she nurtures and comforts, educates, and refines. She strengthens the Man.
Resisting the temptation to praise you I pull you back into focus with one word. “Inspect.” The command is spoken softly, yet firmly and with conviction. It has an immediate effect on you. You take your position in front of me. Hands clasped behind your head, elbows back, forcing your well-developed chest forward, accentuating the rippling muscles. Mistress can hardly keep her hands to herself, but strong she must be and strong she is. My foot nudges yours. “Feet shoulder-width apart. Stand straight and tall.” I command. You adjust your stance, blushing brightly as your cock and balls dangle freely between your thighs. I know that you are embarrassed by your nakedness, exposed for all the world to see, should that door behind you suddenly fly open!
Cupping your strong manhood in my soft, warm hand, I lean in and tenderly kiss you. My tongue presses your lips, urging you to open to me. To accept my dominance over you and to give your submission to me. Eagerly you comply, taking my marauding tongue and sucking on it, with a hunger that mere food will not satisfy. Slowly I back you to the wall. Our lips still locked, our tongues still dancing. My hand still owning you.
You are barely aware of the transition. Your mind concentrating on the wild sensations coursing through your brains. One brain engorging itself with hot, pleasurable, pulsating lust as the other brain drains itself and readies to submit to the wildest of temptations.
Running my hand along the length of your arm, my fingers wrap gently around your wrist and draw it upwards. Immune to conscious thought, your body follows my unspoken direction and in the space of just 3 minutes I have you secured by thin, but sturdy, rope to the coat rack. I open my large carryall and extract a collapsible spreader bar and secure it between your ankles. You are now ready for whatever may be in store for you. And oh, what I have in store for you, my Toy.
I hear a startled gasp from you as I pull a blindfold from my purse. You are not fond of being …left in the dark…nevertheless, I place the blindfold over your eyes and check to make sure that it is snug, but will not give you a headache. (Something else is beginning to ache, though…yes, my Toy?)
In your imposed darkness, your body splayed against the wall, you feel yourself giving over to the need you have deep within you. The need that cannot be ignored, no matter how hard you try. The need to be possessed. To be owned and used. Released of conscious thought and responsibility for your actions. The need to be enslaved by One who knows your body, mind and soul better than you do.
“We must feed your body, my Toy. Proper maintenance is so very important.” A strip of roasted chicken is placed against your lips. Hungrily you suck it in and begin to chew. “I hope you are having a good day here at work.” I offer pleasantly, much as if we were seated at the table behind me having a simple, romantic interlude.
“Yes, Ma’am.” I am pleased that you are being so mindful of your training. Seeking only when a question is directed at you. A morsel of cheese is pressed between your lips.
“People being pleasant with you today, Dear?” A bite of chicken. My arm brushes gently across your belly, the softness of my cashmere sweater caresses your flesh. It pleases me to see your smooth skin prickle in response.
“Yes.” A breath of a whisper.
“Yes, what, Toy?” Sternness edges the hypnotic swell of my voice. I know that you are slowly entering your place of submission, your “sub space”, but properness is required at all times. My hand wraps firmly and dominantly around your balls. “Answer properly, please.”
“Yes, M-m…Ma’am.” Nothing you can do, you cannot protect yourself. And in a strange, bizarre way, you do not want to protect yourself. You want to free yourself. Free yourself to enjoy the erotic feelings submission brings you. Your mind sinks further into submission, as your cock grows harder in anticipation.
The warmth of my hand possessing you is powerful. Fingers flex gently, rhythmically, in beat with the pulsating electricity flowing through your shaft. Desire rises strong and overwhelming in you. Without thinking you thrust your hips forward, forcing my hand to stroke you. Your body begging me for release. Instantly my hand releases you. And a frustrated groan escapes your lips. Your cock juts straight and full from your loins. Quivering and pulsating, it is such a beautiful symbol of Man, but…
My hand slaps your cock hard. Startled, your yelp echoes in the small soundproof room.
“Silence, Toy!” I hiss in your ear, at the same time grabbing your balls, squeezing. “Or you will get worse.” Biting your lower lip, you accept your punishment. “You know you are to remain still, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress…I-I’m sor…so so-sorry, p-please.., Mistress, please f-forgive me.” The words tumble from your lips, as you struggle within to keep from struggling outwardly against the hand that grips you. I hold you a few moments longer, to ensure your compliance, then release you. Abruptly I return to pleasant conversation.
“I will be having a dinner party tonight, my Toy.” More chicken is presented to you, followed by a sip of wine, a bit of which dribbles down your chin, onto your bare chest. “You are available to cook for me?”
“Of course, Mistress! I am always available for you.” You answer hastily, partly because you know this is not a question of availability, but of confirmation. A formality really, since we both know you WILL cook for me, as well as do anything else I command, but your desire to please me is in a heightened state right now, especially in light of your dismal performance just moments ago.
My tongue licks at the wine trails along your upper torso, and I feel the shiver that races along your flesh, prickling the smooth contours of your chest. Flicking my tongue over your erect nipple elicits a moan from you. My teeth bearing down on your tender bud produces a low, desire filled groan. I smile, nuzzling my lips against the brownish puckered circle, my breath, hot and wickedly tormenting washing over you. Your breathing becomes rapid, anticipatory. Watching you, my hands playing over your flat belly, teasing the skin with my nails, my fingers work down to your cock. Long and thick, it bobs rhythmically as it juts from your bare pelvis. I squat in front of you, eye level with my favorite toy and without touching your penis with my hands, I lick the precum from the tip. The shudder that tears through your body attests to the eminence of your climax.
I stand and you sense me moving away. The closeness you felt, the warmth from my body so near yours leaves you. The denial of orgasm pushes at your mind, a small whimper escapes you as you tug at the binds that secure you to the rack. “Mistress?” Desire whispers. Nay, desire begs…
“Yes, my Toy?” My tone is calm, unassuming. We are two people enjoying a picnic. You can hear me rummaging through a paper bag. You wonder, but reality is forcing its way into the back of your mind. You cringe, the first little kernels of self-consciousness, more, self-awareness, push at your mind.
“Mistress, I could be fired….”, you begin, but your voice falters. A different sound has caught your attention. The husky laugh of the One you have vowed allegiance to, followed by the clicking rasp of a zipper opening. A zipper from an article of clothing? Perhaps Mistress’ linen slacks? Rustling-Mistress removing her clothes? IN PUBLIC?? As your mind wraps around these thoughts, desperately searching for cognizant understanding, you sense that Mistress has suddenly moved close to you again. Her presence is very near, her scent very strong. Yet she utters not a sound. Silence fills the study cell.
You sense her closeness with every fiber of your body. Like radar, your senses zero in on her. Your ears strain to hear her; your eyes yearn to look upon her. You long to feel HER. To touch her. To be touched by her. Yet she keeps her distance. She hovers just out of reach, just beyond the cloak of darkness she imposed on you in the beginning. Darkness surrounds you. Silence deafens you. Submission embraces you. Her Dominance humbles you.
A rustling, off to your left, catches your attention. You hear a metallic click, followed by a swift, whispery swoosh, and then a louder click reverberates close to your left ear. Your blinded mind categorizes the sounds: the sound of something locking into place. And then sound ceases to exist. Taking its place is a sensation. Pure, terrorizing, icy sensation. Heart hammering wildly against its bone cage, your mind recognizes the unmistakable cold, hard edge of Mistress’ switchblade. Bone-chilling cold steel lies silently against warm quivering flesh.
“Mistress…” comes the fearful, barely audible, whispered plea. “I’m at work….”
The razor-sharp blade and you KNOW how sharp it is because YOU sharpened it just last night at Mistress’ insistence, scrape lightly over your sensitive nipple. In spite of trusting Mistress to do you no harm, you shudder at the sensation. Tender erect flesh is teased by the tip of the knife blade. It digs into you, pressing your nipple inwards. You whimper, in spite of yourself.
“Tsk, tsk, Toy. Such an unmanly display…” A throaty chuckle teases your ear. “I dare say, my precious Toy, dessert will be served….” The knife moves away and you hear it slice through something. Immediately the crisp, clean scent of apple fills your nostrils.
“On… your….knees, my Toy.” The knife slices through the ropes restraining you. It is sudden and without warning, catching you off guard and being bound still to the spreader bar, you stumble forward knees and hands hitting the floor as you come crashing down on all fours, the carpet rubbing them harshly. Head lowered, for you know you have disappointed Mistress, you wait in the proper position for her determination of your fate. Needles of dread prick your mind as random thoughts race through your mind. Surely she would not punish you here–you tend to be a bit vocal during paddling sessions–and to be caught at work…no, she would not change that.
As if reading your mind, Mistress chuckles again. “You will be punished at home, Toy. So that you do not further embarrass yourself with your unmanly whimpering.” I release the ankle cuffs and remove the spreader bar. A chair scrapes on the carpeting. You sense the nearness of me once again. You can smell the apple fragrance permeating the room, but something else now underlies it. Something stronger, more earthy, more…feminine.
I have seated myself, bare bunned, on the straight-backed chair directly in front of you. Grasping your hair, I force your face between my ample thighs. Crisp, fresh apple scent mingles with the scent of hot, raw desire. “Serve me, my Toy. It is dessert time.” You know what is expected and you go to it with a flourish. Tonguing my wet pussy lips, your mind oblivious to the fact that you are in your place of employment, on your knees, naked and fully exposed, licking the pussy of the one woman who controls you right down to your sex. I love your worship techniques. You are taking to your training in that area quite well, and I barely have time to nibble on an apple wedge, before you have me climaxing in the first of several mini orgasms. As I lean back, hand-holding you at bay so I can catch my breath, the alarm on your watch begins to beep. Our lunchtime is over and you must return to work. Our hot, little 50 minutes concludes.
I remove the blindfold from your eyes and you blink as your pupils adjust, coming into focus just inches from your Mistress’ sweet pussy. A little something for you to think about as you finish out the day.
“Come and kiss your Mistress, Toy.” The command is soft, yet firm. I take you in my arms as our lips press together, tongues dancing and swirling, my nectar on your lips, commingling with the apple flavor on my own. God, you are good enough to eat! I think but refrain from feeding your ego at this time. As I release you and motion for you to dress, I begin to go over the instructions for the coming evening.
“You will need to go straight home from work tonight. I trust you have no plans for after work?” I stop and watch you wiggle into your tight jeans….::Smile::…zipping them closed over your still bulging manhood is not so easy!
“No, Mistress, I will go straight home after work.” You answer softly. I slip into my own clothing as you begin to tidy up the room and clean up our lunch things.
“Good. I want you to shower, shave, and be at my place by 6:00 pm. I have left your clothing and other necessary…items…on your bed, which, by the way, you did not make up this morning, did you?”
“No, Mistress, I overslept.” Hmmm, I do so love to see you blush when caught not keeping up with your assigned routines. And I KNOW you are thinking of the consequences that await you for all these infractions that you have racked up. I smile sweetly.
“We will deal with that at another time, Toy, though do trust that I WILL deal with it.”
“Yes, Mistress.” You swallow hard. Humbleness, and memorization, still a bit hard for you. “I know that I have displeased you, Ma’am. I deserve to be punished for my inability to control myself and for my lazy attitude.” You struggle to remember the last words of your penance mantra. “I will submit my body to your punishing instrument.”
“Is that all of it, Toy?” I prompt when you pause too long.
“I need and accept your guidance and discipline, Mistress. Please bring this slave to his knees and impress upon him correction to his slovenly ways.”
“And I will, Toy, trust me…I will. Now regarding the dinner, I will have purchased the groceries needed to prepare the meal, and you will be assisted in the serving of the meal by Mistress Anna’s sub, as well as Mistress Laura’s new sub. You understand, yes, my Toy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” It is nearly time for you to return to work and glancing nervously at your watch, you move towards the door. “I understand.”
My body blocks your escape, backing you once again against the wall. Before you can stop me, my hand is down the front of your pants stroking your still rock hard cock. My mouth covers yours, my tongue entering your mouth with a force that takes your breath away. When I break the kiss and release your cock, I whisper seductively….”Come prepared to stay the weekend, my Favored One.”
You are sent back to your work desk, located out in the open for all to see, with thoughts of being with Mistress, at her mercy and full command, for two full days, and sporting a huge, monstrous hardon. And you can’t help but wonder if you will be allowed to release during this session. And you know that you will beg for it………….
I let dear daddy clean up a little before heading to the kitchen to make sure everything was just right. The cake, dinner, etc. had better be perfect or there would be hell to pay.
To me, his loving stepdaughter.
“Yeah, Claire, I think this weekend will be a LOT of fun…” My voice trailed off to my bff Claire. She wasn’t as cute as I was but she was smart and helped me pass a lot of my tests in High School. She always used to say she had a crush on my stepdad, partly to creep me out and partly because she probably DOES have a crush on dear old dad. Well, this weekend would be an… interesting one for her, to say the least.
My smiles were coming in droves now as I thought of the bright future that lay ahead for me.
My stepdad… not so much.
“So yeah, Claire, get your older brother to buy the booze and come over Saturday night. We are gonna have too much fun. My parents? HA! Let me worry about them, Claire. Trust me, this is going to be the best Saturday ever!”
Well, for Claire and I. Again, for my stepdad? Not really.
“Anyway, Mom is gonna be home soon and I have to get ready for dinner. I will talk to you Friday night or Saturday, okay?” Claire was laughing as she knew I always kinda got my way around the house, for the most part, and sleepovers and parties were always a blast. If she only knew how much MORE fun they were going to be from now on!
All-day had been a brutal tease fest for my loving stepfather but tonight had to be extra special. And I had to keep Mom from finding out about daddy’s new… role in my life. Well, for a little while longer, anyway. Eventually, she would find out, of course, and that would work for me, too. If daddy knew THAT, he might be less inclined to… play along, but he DIDN’T.
Again, not YET, anyway.
“Oh DADDY!” My sing-song voice had the happy tone of a little teenager ready to play. Which was exactly what I was, just not in a NICE way.
“Yuh… yes Miss Jane?” Scared.
I pouted. Mostly genuine, but a little evil as well.
“Oh, now daddy you don’t sound happy to hear your loving little girl come looking for dear ol’ daddy?”
“I am sorry, Miss Jane, it’s… it isn’t that at all!” Desperation.
My tone was only slightly cheery at this.
“Whatever. Now daddy, let’s take a look at what you’ve done in the kitchen…”
I let his fear build, and his anticipation grow. I always was a little bit of a tease but that was before I was faced with this new, ultimate, power, over someone.
It was getting to my head and leading me to dark places.
Lovely, wonderful, dark places.
Well, lovely and wonderful for ME, that is.
“Counter looks good… dishes dried and put away… utensils cleaned and in their drawers… good so far…” I took the tone my mother might use with the next word.
“Oh, yes…” He was frozen and hurt.
“…thank you, Miss Jane.”
“Yes, yes… so very grateful and polite, aren’t you…. dear.” That tone again.
The familiarity was paralyzing to him.
“I am, Miss Jane.”
His formality and submissiveness were intoxicating and served to drive me harder.
Or, more precisely, served to drive me to drive HIM harder.
“I bet you are getting all fucking hard and wet again, aren’t you bitch?”
“…yes, Miss Jane, thank you.”
The shame was thick.
“Disgusting. Well, keep that shit under control. We can’t have mom smelling you cumming in your pants, can we? I mean, I have already graciously allowed you to change your pants a couple of times today and I think you are simply trying my patience…”
“Oh, Miss Jane, please, I only meant…”
“Of course, daddy. You taught me to always show respect. In this case, you are demonstrating an appropriate amount of respect for the one who literally has your ass.
“And HAD your ass, you faggot.”
“Yuh… yes, Miss.”
I was getting worked up again. This was simply too much for me to take and I kept letting my control for him get me hot and bothered.
“Fucking little bitch. You are pathetic and weak, driven by some perverse desire to submit and beg…and be spineless. What kind of man are you?”
A leading question. And one he couldn’t answer without angering me.
“I, that is, Miss Jane, I am…”
SLAP!! I had grown so comfortable slapping dear daddy in his fat fucking face.
“I am…not a man, Miss Jane.”
“That is correct! You are nothing more than a bitch. My pet. You serve at my pleasure and that’s IT. Not for yourself, not in a way that any self-respecting PERSON would.”
“….thank you, Miss.”
“Exactly right. In fact, if no PERSON would, then you must be…??”
Another leading question intended to sew the seeds of his perpetual degradation.
“Not a person. An animal, maybe…”
“Maybe. But no, not a person. Maybe some kind of animal, would you like that, daddy?”
My continued use of the loving word ‘daddy’, and said with the sweet tone I used, seemed to brutalize my stepfather as much as any knife of punch to the gut.
“I…. if it pleases you, Miss Jane.”
I mocked him. Something ELSE I grew very comfortable with.
“‘If it pleases you…’ Wow.”
“Seriously… you are a piece of work. I remember when I would look up to you…”
I carefully moved towards him, hips swaying, eyes ablaze with lust, and I watched him cower before his tender, 18-year-old stepdaughter.
“You would carry me to bed and read lovely stories to me of happy endings and warm, fuzzy experiences…”
He almost stammered something… a protest, perhaps?
“And I would eagerly wait for the next night to hear more. Well, daddy, I still love our little times together but I have something ELSE to look forward to these days, and can you guess at what that is?”
My sing-song tone was back, again reminding him of a time when he WAS my father, and I WAS his loving little girl.
That seemed so far away right now, for me as much as for him.
“I am not sure Miss Jane… maybe to spend time with me?”
“HA! A good one. And what kind of ‘time’ would that be, daddy?”
“Yes? Where I what, daddy?”
I smiled so wide I thought my face would fall apart.
“Don’t WHAT, dear daddy? Don’t come towards you…like this…” I was so close he could smell me and, like any other man I have ever known, he seemed to get a little light headed as he took in my scent.
“Don’t touch you…” My hand went to his lips again. He had nice lips.
“Don’t do… this?” I stepped forward, leaning into him and pinning him to the kitchen counter.
“Don’t…” And I reached my hand slowly down, locking his eyes.
“…reach into your pants for your little worm?”
My hands were a little cold and the shiver that went through him was practically electric. I roughly grabbed him and squeezed. Hard.
His wince and pain got me hot.
“Your worm seems happy to ‘see’ me, bitch. So tell me, daddy… what would you like your loving daughter to do next?”
He would lose. His pain would be legendary.
He had no fucking chance against me.
“I… don’t, Miss Jane…”
“DON’T?? Did you say DON’T to me?”
His eyes went wide as if he was staring at an oncoming train.
“No, I didn’t mean….!”
Too late. My grip was iron and he fell to his knees swifter than a bolt of lightning strikes the earth. I leaned down, cleavage in his face, and did not lose my crushing grip on him for a millisecond.
“Please, I adore you Miss Jane and I meant no disrespect… I obey, you know I obey now, Miss…”
“Obey. Spineless fuck. Of course, you do. Tell me something I DON’T know…”
He was tearing up again. The emotional agony must have been fantastic.
And it was fantastically arousing for me to inflict on my former-father.
“I am so very sorry, Miss Jane… I will do anything, that is…”
“Yes, yes… anything at all. This is a given at this point. You, dear daddy, are a broken toy for me to use and abuse. I love it, this…”
Twisting again, his cry of pain was ear-splitting.
“Thuu…. thank you, Miss Jane.”
“For what, daddy?”
“For hurting me like this, Miss Jane.”
“For even touching my useless excuse for a cock, Miss Jane. I do not deserve…”
“No, you don’t. And yes, even touching it makes me feel… soiled. You are leaking and I think I have some of your repulsive slime on my lovely little fingers…”
I withdrew my hand from his pants and the look of loss on his face was painful. Wonderfully painful.
“…see? Look at your slime!”
I shoved my pre-cum coated fingers into his face, smearing his cheeks before shoving my fingers into his mouth. I shoved them the same way I would violate his ass and face later with my strap on cock.
Another smile played on my lovely face, and I felt radiant.
“Yes….I am sorry Miss Jane…”
“I know you are, sweets. Now show me HOW sorry….”
I didn’t have to ask twice. His tender lips gently moved over my fingers and licked off his own fluids.
“Jesus… eager little fuck, aren’t you? I am not sure if I am more proud of you being so totally broken or disgusted at how much of a total faggot you are?”
I smiled again, triumphant.
“Actually, it’s probably both, huh?”
“Yuh… yes, Miss Jane. Probably both.”
“HA!! Thought so… I wonder if mom knows you are hiding in the closet from her?”
His shame was thick and his heated face warmed me in so many ways.
“Please what? Tell her? Do you the favor of letting her know what a fag you are?”
“I, I didn’t mean…”
“Then what, daddy? Tell your little girl what you want.” So nice and sweet.
“I, I would like to keep your mother out of this.”
“This? You mean you taking a cock deep in your ass? Sucking your seed from your loving daughter’s fingers? I am afraid you will have to be more specific, daddy.”
“Please don’t tell your mother about any of this, please.” He was on the verge of tears. Again.
“Well, frankly I don’t see what is in it for me. You always were so strong…”
I teased his nipple through his shirt.
“…so stern at times…”
Pinching the nipple made him squirm.
“…always instilling in me how to set an example…”
Leering down at him cruelly.
“…strive to be honest, and trustworthy.”
“Yes, Miss Jane, I know, it’s just that…I never…”
“Never what? Never saw yourself on your knees like this? I find that hard to believe. No, I think it more likely you never saw yourself kneeling before your own loving stepdaughter.”
“I didn’t, ever, Miss Jane.”
“Tell me, daddy…” A pregnant pause.
“What do you think of your dear daughter now?”
Another no-win question. If he answered truthfully, the shame and debasement would be total.
And if he tried to lie to me, then he would suffer at my hands. Well, suffer worse than he had already, to be more accurate.
“I adore you, Miss Jane.”
“Awww, how sweet! Adore me in that, ‘I love you, daughter of mine’ or…”
My hand went from his nipples to his cheek. His hot, tear-stained cheek.
“…or adore me because I am your goddess.”
“You, are…” He struggled. Poor thing. I almost felt pity for him, but my arousal was stronger.
“My goddess. I adore you, Miss Jane.”
“How very lovely, daddy. Just look at you, kneeling before your own stepdaughter, suffering for her, and you just devoted yourself to me as your goddess.”
For a second I saw a flash of happiness and pride in his eyes, likely at my praise at pleasing me.
Well, that simply wouldn’t do.
“Completely disgusting. You dismiss your vows to your wife, my own biological mother, and declare me your goddess. Much as I appreciate the devotion, the simple fact is that you are a vile worm for degrading yourself like this. Demonstrating to me that you are as spineless as I have said.”
My hand pinched his cheek.
“So cute when you are broken, like this…”
“Repulsive. How could I ever see you as anything but a disgusting pervert?”
“I…please… that is…”
“Yes? Please, dear daddy of mine, tell me how I could think of you in a different light? See you as human again rather than a perverted slave of mine?”
“You… you can’t.”
His erection was raging, threatening to tear through his pants as he knelt before his own daughter.
“Nope. Sure can’t.” I leaned back and prodded his cock with my shoe.
“I mean…look at yourself, bitch.”
He stared down at his tented pants and my shoe casually poking at it.
“Look at that. Hard as a rock because your once-loving daughter is humiliating you about what a repulsive pervert you are. I wonder…”
Another pause. My smile was widening.
“How long have you had these feelings for me, daddy?”
His gaze snapped up from my shoe to my eyes with sheer horror.
“I didn’t, Miss Jane… that is to say…”
“What, you never thought I was cute?” My feigned innocence was paralyzing to him as I continued to play on his weakness.
“It isn’t that, Miss Jane, I… you have always been…”
“What, daddy? I have always been what?”
With tears practically streaming down his hot face he said the words.
“My princess. You have always been my beautiful princess.”
“If you could only see yourself now, daddy. Kneeling before your princess.”
“I am so sorry Miss Jane. You have always meant so much to me…” His shame was total, and I could see he never harbored the kinds of thoughts that were now racing through his muddled mind.
“And now, daddy? How is it different now?”
I wasn’t sure if he would say it…
“You mean everything to me.”
But he did.
I was his world, now in every way.
“That’s a good little bitch for Miss Jane.” I condescendingly patted his head, almost slick with sweat.
“Thu… thank you, Miss Jane.” He seemed to be getting light-headed. Wonderful.
“Yes, yes… my pathetic, loving, daddy, is my slave.”
A simple statement of fact.
“Daddy, I won’t lie to you…” Holding back a smile.
“Yes, Miss Jane?” His eyes pleaded with me.
“…You are going to suffer a lot from now on.”
“Please, Miss Jane…” He wanted to say the word ‘No’ but he knew better.
“Oh, it will be delightful…
“…for me. My loving daddy, kneeling at my heel like the loyal lapdog you have become. You have been reduced to my pet from my father figure. I can’t imagine how disgusted you must be with yourself to give in to these perverse… needs?” I was genuinely asking if he needed this treatment. It seemed obvious, but then, daddy always said it is best to illustrate everything, including the seemingly obvious point!
I felt the need to illustrate the obvious point.
“Answer the fucking question, bitch.”
“I, yes, Miss Jane. I need this.”
“Need what, daddy? What exactly do you need from your loving daughter?” I would never tire of rubbing his perverted face in it.
“I need… for you to treat me as you do, Miss.”
“I gathered as much.” Again flicking my shoe at his tented dick.
“So does mom have any idea?” Something else I would always enjoy bringing up.
“I don’t believe so, Miss Jane.”
“I wonder… what would my lovely mother think of her husband now? Kneeling…
“By her daughter?”
“Please, Miss Jane…”
“Say it, filth.”
“She would be heartbroken.”
“I bet. At the very least. I mean, she fucking shares a bed with you…with that!” Tapping his dick again.
“I know Miss Jane, please…”
I wanted to hurt him again.
“Please what? Say it… tell me what you want from me, daddy?”
“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Don’t? Did you say ‘don’t’ to me, dear daddy?” My tone grew sharp as I was getting angrier.
“I just mean that, please Miss Jane, not mother…”
“‘Not’? I don’t seem to have gotten through to you, bitch!”
“I OWN you, whore!”
“You are a pervert.”
“A repulsive piece of shit almost-pedophile!”
“But Miss, you have been over 18 for…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I wondered, passingly, if the neighbors could hear me abuse my daddy?
How awesome would THAT be?
“God damn worm. You really are a fucking pathetic piece of shit, you know that?”
He was stunned, his face crimson, and flushed from his heavy breathing. Regardless, he shouldn’t have hesitated to answer. He should know better by now. When he was raising me he always said it is impolite to leave a question hanging without an answer.
Hang this, bitch.
“I asked you a question. You do NOT hesitate when I give you an order or ask you a question, no exceptions, is that clear?”
“Yes, Miss Jane, I am so…”
“Sorry indeed. You will obey me as though I am your fucking goddess. I am your world now. My mother has no say in your life anymore. I rule you, whore.”
He was going to cry. Again.
“Please Miss Jane, I only want…”
“Want what? To please me? Of course, you always have. And now you will please me further by obeying me and allowing me to have fun at your expense.
“You deserve it. You are an animal. Nothing more. Well, maybe even LESS…”
“Yes, Miss Jane. I am…thank you…” He was sobbing and choking back tears.
“So lovely. Cry for me, daddy. Let those tears come down your slapped cheeks even as your cock is rock hard from my abuse. Fucking pervert.”
“Yes, Miss Jane.”
“Now then, once mother gets home she will likely ask about your face. Frankly I don’t give a shit what you tell her unless you even TRY to bring me up. She might not notice how rosy red your pretty little cheeks are, but if she DOES, you had better not let her suspect that I made you my whore today, bitch.”
“Of course, Miss Jane.”
“That’s what princess likes to hear, daddy!”
My smile seemed to be sunshine in a pitch-black room for him… as it should be.
“Now finish up here. Nice plates, nice glasses, the works. I will give you 15 minutes to get showered and pretty before she gets here and not ONE FUCKING MINUTE MORE. Is that clear?”
“Yes Miss Jane, thank you.”
“Once you have showered, report to my room for inspection and…well… just report to my room.”
The fear in his eyes was screaming for mercy.
“You will be greeting mother in an unusual fashion this evening. That won’t be the only surprise, either, you pervert.”
“I…. thank you, Miss Jane.” Gratitude was the last thing on his mind now!
“Whatever…” I left him there, kneeling, hot, flushed, sweating, and horny.
And except for the kneeling part, I was right there with my dear daddy.
“Thank you for allowing me to prepare the kitchen, Miss Jane.”
My stepfather was dressed nicely, shiny shoes, neat slacks, and was smelling of that heady cologne that mom and I bought him for his birthday. Poor daddy didn’t know he would not be needing men’s scents for much longer, but that came later. Daddy also made a serious error which, frankly, I expected.
I always was good at getting my way, to a point. But now set traps for my bitch daddy was something too easy for me.
“What the fuck is THIS?” I gestured up and down towards him.
“What, I…what do you mean, Miss Jane?” His fear and shock were a lovely cocktail for me.
“I said you could shower, correct?”
“Yes Miss Jane.”
I think he was catching on to his mistake. Well, if he kept doing that I would have to simply work harder to frustrate and manipulate him. But for now, things were still easy.
I grabbed his shirt by the collar.
“My…” And he knew his error, his mind racing and terrified.
“…it is my shirt, Miss Jane.”
“Yes. A man’s shirt. Let us ignore the fact that you have no business wearing a man’s shirt as you are simply a fucking worm. No, there is a bigger problem here, do you know what that IS, bitch?”
“I… you allowed me to shower but you did not allow me to get dressed, Miss Jane.”
“Good girl! Exactly right!”
I moved to my vanity, grabbed my hairbrush (a gift from mom), and walked back over to him.
“Daddy, you always complimented me on my lovely hair, didn’t you?”
I was smiling wickedly.
“I…yes Miss Jane.”
“And do you remember how you used to brush my hair sometimes? When mom might have to work late?”
“Yes, Miss Jane.”
“Well, this hairbrush serves in…other ways as well.
“My boyfriend would spank me with this sometimes. My real man boyfriend would take me over his knee and paddle my ass raw. I mean, nowhere nearly as bad as I whipped your ass so far but then…”
I looked up from the brush into his sad eyes.
“I am no pervert, am I daddy?”
His shame was complete. And another trap would ensure I would have my fun at his ass’ expense.
And for years and years to come.
“No, Miss Jane.”
“You…understand what happens when you say that word, don’t you daddy?”
“I do, Miss. Thank you, Miss.”
“Hands-on the vanity, whore.”
He rushed to the vanity and pressed his hands into it until I could see white from the pressure.
His fear was delicious.
“Stay still, bitch.”
I locked his eyes in the vanity’s mirror as he was bent over, hands pressed downwards, with me behind him. I carefully set the brush down next to his hand, making sure it touched him a little.
I gently reached around and unbuckled his belt.
“Please, Miss Jane…I…”
“Use your words, dear.” A phrase he often chided me with.
His shame at those words being spoken by me dug deep into him. His eyes began to tear again.
“I am so sorry, Miss.”
“HA! Just as I thought… you have already used the word ‘No’ once right now. Good for you not to make that mistake again or it would be much worse for you, dear.” Another rephrasing of something he would tell me as a child.
My hands went back to his belt buckle and I thought of a way to truly twist him.
“I think…mom might be here within a couple of minutes…”
I feigned absentminded reflection while, in fact, I was considering how and when I would let mom know what a pervert her husband really was. I could see in the mirror that daddy shifted a little. His erection was obvious and I would enjoy teasing him, as always.
“Golly, I hope she doesn’t get here early.”
My expert hands unbuckled his belt from behind. I gently pressed up against him with my tight, young body. As if I would have anything to do with him except…this.
“You won’t like this very much.” My smile at him in the mirror carved him some more.
The belt unbuckled, I slowly unzipped his fly, dragging his slacks slowly making sure to apply a slight amount of pressure to his stiff dick, and let his pants slide down around his ankles. His red faced shame at his paralyzing arousal was tough to see through the red face I gave him.
Leaning back, I grabbed the brush again and maintained eye contact. Daddy always said it showed you really cared.
“Count them for me, bitch. Know there are extras as you said ‘No’ to me.”
“Yes, Miss Jane…thank you.”
His gratitude at the beating I was going to give him made me hot.
I barely heard him through the blood rushing through my ears as I wailed on his ass with the brush. I was worried I might break it before I was finished having my fun. I think he was crying, and I heard him sobbing again when he reached…
“That should be enough for now, bitch.”
The relief in his eyes was warm and loving.
I reached the brush around to his face.
“Kiss it, whore. Use your fucking lips on this like it’s mom.”
He did, of course. His rock hard cock was leaking and glistening from the oozing pre-cum as his lips tenderly met the brush that flayed his ass a few seconds ago. He was lost in lust and extremely turned on at the degradation, shifting uncomfortably to ease his frustration. It seemed as though nothing was off-limits to daddy anymore. I would continue to test that.
Setting the brush down in his sight so the humiliation of it all stayed with him I went to my closet. Grabbing the panties from earlier and my used toy I strutted back to my slave.
I didn’t really care what he said. I think he was grateful-sounding but I was more focused on the task at hand and keeping my hands from fingering myself to orgasm.
I opened a drawer of my vanity, again in sight of daddy, and took out my tube of KY and slowly drank in the implications running through daddy’s mind as I did it. No doubt he was feeling like the protective, judgemental father figure who couldn’t imagine why I would have such a thing. Contrast that with the simple fact that daddy couldn’t hide his complete arousal at my abuse and domination of him.
Opening the tube, I squirted a little on the tip (not enough, really), and placed the dildo gently at his ass crack. Watching his eyes intently, I slowly rammed the 7″ fake dick into his asshole until it was gone. Smiling down at daddy…
“Lovely. My faggot daddy took the dick in his ass again like a good girl! Now turn around, whore.”
He raised up, clearly uncomfortable and ashamed, and turned to face me, his loving daughter.
Throwing the stained panties in his face, I hissed at him.
“Put these on, bitch.”
“Yes, Miss Jane, thank you…”
His humiliations would be never-ending with me around. He slowly slipped out of his slacks and moved the too-small panties up his legs to the stiff rod pointing at me, dripping and slick.
“Faster, whore! Mom will be here any minute and I don’t want her seeing your pansy ass in my room!”
“Yes, Miss Jane, apologies…” So scared. He swiftly dragged the panties on, careful to keep my cock deep in his ass while trying to avoid too much friction on his hard dick.
“Good girl. Pants up, NOW!”
Of course, he quickly complied.
“Now then, get to the kitchen, whore.”
He looked at me, still tented, and a little puzzled.
“I will let you wear your man-clothes for tonight to cover up my cock in your ass and my stained panties that you’re wearing…”
Then I let the proverbial other shoe drop.
“…But you will be wearing the pretty little apron all night for mother’s party. If she asks you will say you don’t want to make a mess of your clothes or something. Honestly, I don’t give a shit what you tell her…I just want her getting used to seeing you as the panty-waist faggot we both know you really are.”
I let his stomach drop as his ego was crushed a little more under my heel. This just keeps getting better and better…
Dave was really enjoying the party… It was his type of crowd: young, up and coming urban professions. A young figure in the investment bank division of a medium-size brokerage, Dave was enjoying life to the fullest, together with a gorgeous girlfriend to boot. It was that last thing which made his life complete: his everyday life forced him to be always in control, in charge, barking instructions to others… Dominique was special, different. What started out as a playful, drunken experience has grown into a serious, very well hidden D&s relationship – she enjoyed controlling his private behavior, and he enjoyed giving up control. Especially since, despite what they discussed and he knew she wanted, she just could not bring herself to discipline him. Dominique had a personality much better suited to be with a submissive who’d obey without needing to be physically disciplined, but the rest of the relationship worked so well, she did not want to stop. Both were having the time of their lives, even if Dave’s ability to exploit her weakness allowed him to get away with more than he should…
Sitting across a spacious living room, they caught each other’s eyes, and she motioned with her eyes off to the side… Dave excused himself from the conversation he was having and rose to meet her.
Dominique took his hand, and whispered into his ear: “there is a surprise here, in this house… Come with me.” She led him to another part of the house, and into the basement, where to his amazement, Dave saw a very well equipped play dungeon! Bondage equipment lying around, attachment points on the ceiling, walls, and wall columns, together with an elaborate looking device in the center of the room. There was even a stocked bar on the far side of the room.
Dominique turned to him and said: “This house belongs to a friend of mine, who’s very much into the “lifestyle” too. She gave me permission to play here, so strip – let’s play!”
Dave was speechless for a second, but he always enjoyed the spontaneous nature of their D&s relationship. Looking back, worryingly towards the stairs, they came down, he shot a questioning look at Dominique. She smiled, “Don’t worry, the door locks from the inside, we won’t be disturbed.”
Dave took off his clothing, as Dominique looked approvingly on. Once he was naked, she motioned him to the device in the center. It was a bondage stock, designed to hold a person on all fours, using straps at the ankles, wrists, and a rod connected to a collar that held the neck still. Elevated for access, padded with soft leather, it looked very comfortable, yet was totally functional: despite the small number of actual straps, once locked in, Dave found that we weren’t able to move more than a couple of inches in any direction, his ass in the air, head and back at a slight downward angle, knees about two feet apart… Dominique playfully runs her fingertips along his naked back, bent down, and whispered directly into his ear: “Lara will be down in few minutes to play with you… She has my permission… I’ll see you later,” then abruptly straightened up, and walked out of the room, flicking the light off on the way out.
Dave shocked a little, found himself wondering what this was about. Their relationship was exclusive, neither wanted to swing, neither wanted to add any other sexual partners… And who was “Lara”? Their relationship was strictly secret, he most certainly did not want to spread that knowledge around…
After some time which was impossible for Dave to judge accurately (being all tied up, in a black room), the door opened, and the lights came on… A woman whom Dave recognized from also being in the party walked in closed the door behind her and locked it. Walking straight up to him, she stood in front of his face, and spoke in a calm, friendly voice:
“Hi Dave. My name is Lara. Dominique asked me to do to you what she herself doesn’t feel comfortable doing.”
“What would that be,” he asked.
“Punish you,” she said with slight laughter, her tone light and friendly…
Not taking this very seriously, Dave replied in the same tone: “why and how would you do that?”
Voice turning more serious, Lara told him: “Why? Because you exploit her weakness and her fear of “hurting” you too much. I have no such problems – I won’t injure you, but now it’s my task to hurt you. In fact, the whole point of this is to hurt you so much that you will always be afraid to come back here… If I do it right, Dominque won’t need to discipline you – she’ll just remind you of me, and that will do that job. How? You’ll soon find out… ”
Dave enjoyed playing the bedroom, part-time, bratty submissive with Dominique, but never had any serious interest in pain or S&M… He did agree to let himself be subject to Dominique’s discipline, as she saw fit, but that was only after he already realized she didn’t have it in her to really discipline him… This was something which he hadn’t anticipated, but strictly speaking, the situation WAS within the bounds and limits of what he willingly agreed to…
Walking behind him, Lara spoke, “I see Dominique forgot to do something, let me remedy that.” Dave felt fingers around his ball sack and felt something cool spread over it, then something tight wrapped or put around his balls… “it’s an electrical device, to provide electroshocks to your balls, and I spread conductive jell all around them too, to maximize the contact area,” Lara’s voice informed him. “Do you see that little switch on the little table in front of you? That controls the current; I’ve set it to full, no need to control the intensity – it’s a simple on/off thing.”
Moving around again, Lara started to bring out various toys, and laying them in a straight line, on the table in front of Dave’s face… As she was lying them down, she was counting them off: “1 – cane… 2 – crop… 3 – whip… 4 – flogger… 5 – wooden paddle… 6 – leather paddle… ” Finally she pulled out a pair of dice from somewhere and put them in her hand, just in front of Dave’s mouth. “This is what we’re going to do – you’ll roll, the smaller number will be the instrument, and other the number of strokes. Open up!” That last was barked in a voice Dave was much more used to using than being on the receiving end of, and his natural stubbornness caused him to recoil from her hand. As soon as she saw he wasn’t going to open his mouth, Lara flipped the switch on. The sensation in his balls was unlike anything Dave had ever experienced! The pain was beyond belief, intense, reminiscent of someone simultaneously crushing, punching, and kicking his sensitive genitals, while dipped them in boiling water!! There was no attempt on his part to control his voice, Dave started to scream out in pain. Turning to Lara, he saw her, casually, walk over to the bar, and start to pour herself a drink. “PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” was the most coherent thing Dave was able to voice, “Please stop this!!!!!” But Lara casually poured something into a glass, put a few ice cubes in, sipped it, added a lemon slice, before slowly walked back to him – Dave screaming during all this time… Lara put the glass down, and flipped the switch off. The shock of the pain disappearing was just as intense as of starting, but much more welcomed… his body limp, breathing deeply, sobbing, Dave looked at Lara with a combination of fear and hate in his eyes.
“You see, Dave, ” she started to say, “this is what I mean. I’m here to punish you, to hurt you, that’s all… I don’t care about you, I just want to hear you scream and beg, in as many ways as possible. What’s what I get off at.” She then made a sudden move towards the switch, and Dave started to scream again, only to realize that she was reaching for her glass… With fearful glaze, he looked up at her and noticed her amused gaze aiming down at him. He then realized that this was planned, she put down the drink on purpose near the switch, to see how he’d react!
“Let’s play!” offering the dice on her open palm, she moved her hand to near his lips… After a second of hesitation Dave thought he saw her other hand start to move, so he quickly reaches down and put the dice into his mouth… “Ok, spit them out,” Lara ordered while sipping on her drink. Opening his mouth, the dice fell out, and landed on the table below, in front of his face.. ” Ohh, a 3 and a 5. That’s 5 strokes with the whip,” Lara picked the long, thin horsewhip from the table and moved to stand behind him. “Count them the way Dominique tried to teach you; if you make a mistake, ANY mistake, we start back at one,” with that, she raised the whip over her head. Dave tensed up, automatically, heard the swish of the movement through the air, and then his ass exploded in pain. “Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!” was all that was able to escape his lips… After a pause of maybe 2-3 seconds, she raised the whip again and again threw the whip across Dave’s buttocks, causing yet another scream, and nothing more. Lara paused, and turned slightly towards his sobbing face “we’re still at zero since you haven’t counted anything.” “no, please, sorry, I couldn’t…” was his reply, all playfulness gone out of his voice. She hit him again, and Dave screamed out “three!”
“Wrong, start at one,” Lara said in a stern voice and hit him again…
“One!!” was the anguished scream which escaped his lips… Lara waited for a couple of seconds and said “good, but this is NOT how Dominique wants you to count when disciplined, we’ll stay at one until you say it right!” Before Dave had the time to process the words, he was hit again… Trying desperately to remember what Dominique might have told him, he screamed “One – thank you!”
“Better, ” said Lara, “but let me help you, so we save some time: aren’t you supposed to be asking for the remaining hits too?”
“Yes, sorry, I remember now, ” is what Dave whimpered, breathlessly.
“Good – start at one again, and let’s get it out of the way.” Swinging sharply, she hit his ass again…
“One, thank you,” screamed Dave, immediately following it with “May I please have 4 more?”
“Perfect,” said Lara, a tone of satisfaction evident in her voice. she hit him again…
“Two, thank you! May I please have 3 more?” this time Dave was able to say it all without a pause, despite the burning sensation which was spreading across his backside…
Another swish, another hit
“Three, thank you! May I have 2 more?”
“WRONG!” barked Lara. “Start at one again!”
“I said it, I said it!” whimpered Dave, unable to keep the tone of panic from edging into his voice…
“No, you didn’t. You forgot the ‘please’. Start at one, and we’ll do it until you’re PERFECT!” Lara’s voice was dripping with venom now, filling Dave up with real fear now… She hit him again, lower, in the upper thighs.
“One! thank you! may I PLEASE have 4 more?”
“Two! Thank you! May I please have 3 more? ”
“Three! Thank you! May I please have 2 more?”
“Four! Thank you! May I please have 1 more?”
“Five! Thank you!”
Walking around the whimpering and sobbing Dave, Lara replaced the whip on the table, picked up the dice, and lifted them to his mouth again. He gently took them into his mouth, and pleadingly looked up at her. “Roll,” she ordered, and he let them drop onto the table again… “Ohh, ” Lara said, “5 and 6. That’s 6 hits with the wooden paddle.” She picked up the paddle and moved back into the position behind him. Smack!!
The sensation which the wooden paddle created was VERY different from the whip but just as unpleasant…
“One! Thank you! May I please have 5 more?”
“Six! thank you!”
Lara replaced the paddle on the table and looked thoughtful for a moment. Dave was clearly in pain, she thought that was enough of that style of punishment. Time for something else. Taking all of the toys off the table, she replaced them a single inflatable butt plug. “See this, Dave,” she said, “it’s something I’m going to put inside of you, pump up, and then pull out, stretching your ass in the process. Same drill as before, the smaller number is the number of pumps, the larger number the number of times I’ll do it.”
“No, please, no!!! Not my ass!! I don’t do anal play,” screamed Dave.
“You do today, with Dominique’s permission, too.” Lara offered the dice to his mouth again, but defiantly Dave turned away. With a smile, Lara slipped the switch on, and walked back to the bar for a refill, while Dave’s screams filled the room. Taking her time she thought that for an investment banking protogee, Dave wasn’t very quick to learn things – that thought putting a smile on her face. Then walking back, she flipped the switch off, and without making any references to that, she offered the dice to his mouth again. Tears streaming down his face, Dave bent down and put his lips around the dice… “Roll!” Lara ordered, and the dice dropped again. “3 and 4,” she noted, moved behind him, and he felt himself get anally penetrated. The experience wasn’t painful, the plug was deflated, but it was humiliating in the extreme. He heard the pump work and felt fullness inside of him growing. 3 pumps later, Lara was ready… She started to gently tug on the rubber hose sticking out of Dave’s ass, pulling the plug out…
“aarrggggg!!!” Dave started to moan in pain. He felt like his asshole was being ripped into two, as the inflated plug was being pulled out, keeping the opening wide… The pain kept on growing and growing, his scream louder until finally, it popped out.. The feeling of relief which filled him was total, the echoes of the pain still burning freshly in his mind. But he remembered… “One, thank you! May I please have 3 more?”
Lara repeated the process 3 more times, enjoying herself thoroughly.. Dave was perfect. No backtalk, no attempts at pleading, no bratty behavior at all… She just needed one final task, before being able to get back to the party upstairs.
Taking a large, realistic black dildo, fully anatomically correct with balls on the sides, she placed its suction-cupped back end on the table in front of Dave’s face. She put a small video camera a little behind and bent down to look into his eyes.. “I’m going to videotape you kissing and licking this dildo, giving it a BJ, deep throating it, and moaning in pleasure all the time. if at any point, I’m not happy with your performance, I will throw the switch on, get another drink refill, and we’ll start the video from scratch again. Understand?”
Dave looked doubtfully at the huge dildo in front of him, with no desire to put his lips anywhere near it, especially on camera. Lara, sensing the hesitation, flipped the switch, and walked back to the bar… Dave’s screams were getting boring, at this point, but they were serving the purpose. She walked back, turned the electricity off, and asked again “Understand?”
“Yes!” came a tortured reply…
“Ok, go ahead, the camera is rolling. Show me how to do down on a black dick!”
Dave, hesitantly, brushed his lips against the material, simulating a kiss on the balls… He had no desire to do more, and Lara picked up on that. Dave saw her moving swiftly towards the table with the switch on it, and panicked, opening his mouth wide, and taking the rubber balls into his mouth. “Too late! I told you how this will play out!” barked Lara, and once again, a tiny flick of her finger sent Dave screaming, while she walked around him. After a few seconds, she turned it off, and asked “ready to try again?”
“Yes… ” his voice was barely audible…
“Good – start.”
The next few minutes were the most humiliating experience of his life, as Dave kissed, licked, sucked, and then deep throated a large black dildo, moaning in simulated pleasure all the meanwhile. After a while, Lara decided that was enough, so she turned the camera off, and said “Ok,we’re done. I’m going to give this tape to Dominique. Now, I want you to think about this: if you try to take advantage of her unwillingness to punish you properly herself, remember: she can always ask ME to punish you again. Or, she might just release this tape on YouTube… Any questions?”
Dave was able to only muster enough energy to weakly shake his head…
“Good… It was a pleasure to meet you, Dave. I loved my time with you, and I HOPE we can do this again, real soon. But that’s up to you, isn’t it?”
He weakly nodded.
“Good bye, for now!”
With that, she walked out of the room turning off the lights, leaving the bruised, crying, sobbing Dave behind, to think about how his relationship with Dominique would be different now.
I had gotten Auburn’s name and phone number off of the Internet. She had placed advertisements on femdom group inviting wimps to call her for $1.99/minute. The thing that intrigued me was that based on her area code, she was located about 2 hours from me! I sent her some email telling her that I was into severe humiliation including forced toilet servitude. She emailed me back saying that
she liked nothing better than to watch some wimp eat and drink from the toilet!
That night, I called her up and had my first phone session. We decided to “act out” a fantasy. In the fantasy, I had publicly bad-
mouthed her, calling her a slut, whore, and other names. This had embarrassed her to no end and she had invited me over to “talk things
out.” Once I got there, I was drugged and locked into a large dog crate. This role-playing thing went on for about 15 minutes, with me
chuckling and occasionally exclaiming, “Wow – You are one tough lady!”
At one point, as part of the role-playing, she told me to lie on my back and piss into my mouth. I chuckled and asked her if she ever made guys do that in real life. She suddenly spoke out of character and asked me if my phone could reach the bathroom. I asked her why.
She said that she wanted me to lie on my back in the tub and let her listen to me pissing on my face!
Drinking piss for the first time
I told her I was not near a bathroom. She told me to put the phone down and go get a large glass. I asked her if she was serious and she said that she was. I knew it was sick but I was suddenly so hard that I couldn’t help myself. I told her I’d be right back and went and got a large glass. When I came back, she told me to hold the phone to the glass and piss into it which I did. She told me to hold the phone normally and to tip the glass back and chug the entire glass of piss in one swallow. I tipped the glass back and nearly gagged. It was incredibly salty. It reminded me of warm, seawater but my throbbing appendage seemed to enjoy it so I chugged the entire contents of the glass in one swallow. She asked me how I enjoyed it. Strangely, I had enjoyed it tremendously.
Next, she asked me when the last time I had taken a shit was. I told her that it was earlier that afternoon and asked her why? She told me that she wanted me to go get a bowl and shit in it for her. I told her that even if I was so inclined, I didn’t think I could do it with her listening. She told me to take the bowl to the bathroom, shit into it, bring it with me, and call her back when I was done! I told her that I wasn’t able to shit currently to which she hassled me, telling me that she didn’t believe me and that I really could if I had wanted to. I asked her if she had ever made a guy do that before and she said she had. She had made one guy shit on a doughnut and eat it and she made another guy shit into a hot dog bun and eat it, and yet another guy shit into his hands and she made him deep-throat the turd like it was a big dick!
I asked her how she knew they really did it and she replied that she had made them take polaroids of the event which they had sent her. I asked her what she did with the polaroids. She told me that she used them to blackmail the guys with. She made the guys send her money or gifts in exchange for her not posting the pictures on the internet or sending them to their wives!
I wasn’t sure if she were kidding or not but it was getting late and I had to go so we disconnected. We exchanged a few emails regarding what a “live” session would consist of. In a live session, we would meet at a local hotel.
She told me that she is extremely beautiful and powerful with long lean legs and that unless I was built like a linebacker, she would be able to physically overpower me and make me do anything she wanted.
We would agree beforehand regarding whether the session would be a light or a heavy one and that once the session started, she would be in control. She would push me, pull my hair, punch me, kick my balls HARD (as she put it), whip me, spit in my face, make me eat cigarette ashes and butts, eat food off the floor that she had chewed, drink her piss from a baby bottle and drink from the toilet. She would have a bodyguard in the car outside the room in case I got a testosterone rush and tried to get aggressive.
I emailed her back asking what would happen if we agreed to all this and once I got there, I chickened out. She replied that I could beg, whine, scream, and cry and she was still going to stuff my cruddy head into the toilet and give me what I paid for! On the second session, we mostly talked about what would happen in the live session. I told her that I was very excited about what she had written but was a little hesitant since it seemed to be somewhat severe for a first session. She agreed and suggested that we have a light session
Men eating from the toilet
I asked her if the toilet stuff was part of the light session and she indicated that it was. She considered men eating from the toilet to
be “light.” I told her that what could happen was that I couldn’t “perform” once I got to the toilet. She said that once she
had me cuffed and bound that I WOULD perform. She said that she had a 100% success rate in that regard. I asked her what sort of stuff she would do to give me “incentive” to perform. She said that she would berate me and slap me VERY HARD, perhaps even punching me in the
face. If I still didn’t shit, she would help me along by taking her cigarette lighter and pass the flame under my cock and balls. She
would instruct me to eat very heavy the night before and not to take a shit before the session. She also mentioned that she would
photograph me eating the shit out of the toilet. I mentioned to her that I had a wife, kids, and a respectable job and couldn’t afford to have pictures of me posted to the Internet in that regard. She told me that once I got there and saw how beautiful she was, that I would let her do anything she wanted. She told me that if I still couldn’t shit for her that as a last resort, she would shit herself into the toilet and make me eat it. I told her that I was nervous about that in these days of HIV, Hepatitis, etc., and she told me that shit was my bag, not hers and that she wouldn’t bother with my worries!
I asked her how she could make me eat it if I didn’t want to. She told me that since my wrists would be shackled behind my back and my
ankles would be cuffed that she would simply drag me over to the toilet and force my head down into the bowl. If necessary, she would
pick me up by the waist and shove me, head-first into the toilet. I told her that while she might be able to dunk me, that it still
seemed like I could get away with not eating it. She told me that with really stubborn wimps, she will sometimes put on a pair of long,
rubber, dish-washing gloves. She will hold their heads under water in the toilet for 60 seconds or so, bring them up for a quick gulp of
air and force them back under again. After several dunkings, the guy will usually be gasping and crying like a baby and will do anything
she asks! I asked her if there would be a safeword. She said that in this case, there could be a safeword but if I used it she would:
Leave the hotel room immediately with me chained to the bed for the maids to find
Post all photographs to the internet
Send copies of the pictures to my wife.
Take a shit and using rubber gloves, force it into my mouth, hair, eyes, face, and all over my clothes.
Additionally, she said that at the start of the session, she tapes the slaves requests so that if any complications arise, she has proof
of what he wanted. In my case, she said since there’s been so much hype regarding toilet servitude, She would make sure I ate shit, one
way or another. Either my own, hers, her bodyguard, or someone else’s.
I finally decided to schedule a live session with Mistress Auburn. We agreed to meet at a motel. When I finally saw her, I was stunned by
her beauty and the aura of power surrounding her. She was about six feet tall with curly black hair, long legs displayed nicely in a
short black skirt, a tight, white top exposing her abdomen, and she was wearing black platform shoes.
I paid her several hundred dollars which covered the session along with the hotel bill. Since I’m married, she agreed to book the motel
in her name. After paying for the room, she pointed out her bodyguard parked nearby and explained that she would not put up with any
insubordination. If at some point during the session, I got a testosterone rush and attempted to put up a fight, she would push a
button, signaling him and ending the session immediately.
She went to the room and I was ordered to carry several large duffle-bags of paraphernalia to the room. They were big and heavy and it
took me three trips to get everything into the room. Once in the room, she ordered me to strip while she got some of her things ready.
Once I was naked, I was ordered to lie down on he bed on my stomach with my hands behind my back and she immediately bound my wrists
tightly together with a nylon strap like the police use. She bound my ankles the same way and then connected my ankles to my wrists with
bungee cords. When she was done, I was pretty much immobile. She grabbed me by the bungee cord and rolled me off of the bed, onto the
floor. I saw a tape recorder sitting on the nightstand.
“Ok, worm,” she laughed. “I’m recording the introduction as an aural contract. You’re mine for a few hours. You’re going to be my
little, wimpy, shit-eating, piss-drinking, pussy boy. I’m going to torture you by beating you senseless. That includes punishing your
little penis, battering your faggot asshole, punching you, bruising you, pulling out your hair, making you consume bodily wastes – either
yours or mine (at my choosing), and generally humiliating your beyond your wildest expectations. You also agree to allow me to record the
event on film for posterity and to include third parties of my choosing in your discipline. I will keep all pictures and recordings
of these events for my own use but I reserve the right to publish the pictures if it suits my fancy. If you disagree, the session is
immediately over and you forfeit the entire fee. Do you agree, PUSSY-BOY?”
I thought for a second and realized that despite the obvious risks, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. I simply replied, “I agree,
Mistress.” She clicked off the ‘record’ button on the tape recorder 9and put the sole of her platform shoe right on top of my cock. While
I groaned in agony, she just laughed and ground her foot down even harder – making sure to twist her foot in a circular pattern to
really tenderize my penis. She stepped up onto my stomach with both feet, placing her hands on the bed for leverage. I cried out in pain
and her reaction was to shift her weight and suddenly, she jammed the thick heel of her platform shoe into my mouth.
“This ought to keep you quiet,” she laughed. She began jamming her thick heel, in and out of my mouth with tremendous force. Tears were
streaming down my face as her heel bruised and cut my lips. This did not seem to bother her one bit and at one point, she plunged her heel down my throat and then applied all her weight to the foot in my mouth, causing the heel to press against the back of my throat and me to gag.
“Don’t you dare vomit,” she declared. “If you do, it will be your appetizer!”
She finally pulled her heel out of my mouth and sat on my chest. I was helpless since my hands were bound behind my back. She reached
for her bag and pulled out a penis gag which she pressed into my bruised and battered mouth and attached around my head.
“This will stifle the screams somewhat,” she laughed. She began slapping me in the face with both hands. When I turned my head, she
grabbed me by the hair and held my head fast with one hand, while punching and slapping me me with the other. Suddenly she ripped a
clump of my hair out, causing me to scream into my gag.
“You keep up this behavior and I’ll start ripping out your pubic hair too!” she threatened.
I knew she was not bluffing. She then reached up and grabbed a clothespin from her bag. To my horror, she pinched my nostrils shut
with the thing. My head was thrashing back and forth as I tried to get what little breath I could from around the penis gag which was
not much. Just when I thought I would pass out, she pulled the clothespin from my nose where I gasped frantically for air.
“You should realize, slave” she said, “Your every breath is an option which I will decide whether you deserve or not. I have complete power over you. You have committed yourself to a contract and you WILL obey me!”
CBT is for amateurs
She got up and kicked me hard in the balls as she walked over to her bag. She produced a Q-Tip and some Ben Gay cream. She pulled the
cotton end of the Q-Tip off and dipped it into the Ben Gay. She walked over to me and sat down hard onto my stomach, facing my cock.
Grasping my penis with one hand, she began inserting the Q-Tip down into my urethra. It felt cool at first but gradually began burning.
It started burning more and more to the point where tears were running down my face and I was screaming into my gag. Meanwhile, she
took out some string and began tightly wrapping my cock and balls up with it. The combination of the Ben Gay and the tight wrapping caused my cock to throb incessantly with pain unlike any I’ve ever felt before. She opened her back of tricks and produced a bunch of
clothespins which she proceeded to attach to various parts of my body. She attached them to my nipples first, then ears, lips,
cock, and balls.
The flash went off as the first picture was taken for her amusement. I was in complete agony which seemed to be just fine with her.
Threatening even more severe and possibly permanent bodily harm if I screamed, she removed the penis gag and pulled out a small lunch box. She began eating a sandwich, asking me if I was hungry. When I admitted between groans that I was, she ordered me to open my mouth
and then spit a mouthful of her food into my waiting mouth. She repeated this several times and then pulled out a baby bottle.
“You will now drink my piss” she laughed.
She inserted the nipple into my mouth and held the bottle as I had the first gulp of her warm piss. My face contorted due to the warmth
and bitterness but this only caused her to squeeze the bottom which forced her piss into my mouth at an even greater rate! When I had
finished with her urine, I begged her to let me use the bathroom. She asked me if I had followed her orders regarding my “feedings.” I
replied that according to her orders, I had eaten a large dinner the night before, a midnight snack consisting of a burger and fries, and
a large breakfast earlier this morning.
“Did you take a shit yet?” she asked.
“No, Mistress,” I replied. “That’s why I need to use the bathroom so bad!”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked. “Crawl over to the bathroom.”
I crawled like a worm, all the way into the bathroom. Mistress flipped the seat up and ordered me to sit. I sat down, almost falling
into the water since my hands and feet were still bound. She stood there waiting for me to shit. She kicked me a couple of times in the
“Come on, pussy-boy. You know you really have to go. Don’t worry about me. Just take a big shit so we can have some more fun!”
I still couldn’t shit in front of her and I just watched her while crying, as she lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in my face. She
suddenly took the cigarette lighter and held the flame close to my balls.
“Have you ever smelled burnt testicles?” she laughed.
As the flame flickered upwards, burning my short and curlys, I suddenly grunted and began emptying myself into the toilet.
“Isn’t that much better?” she asked in a soothing kind of voice.
When I was done, she pulled me off of the toilet and grasping me by the hair, began forcing my face towards the mound of shit in the
“Now it’s time for your main course,” she laughed. “I’m going to enjoy watching you bob for shit in the toilet. You’re going to be
quite familiar with white porcelain by the time I’m finished with you!”
She pushed my head down further and then pushed the toilet seat down onto my head, pinning me in place. She pushed down on the toilet
seat, ordering me to eat up. I began crying very hard, telling her that I had reached my limits to which she scoffed. I begged and
pleaded with her not to go through with any of this.
She curtly replied, “You’ve signed your contract and we’ve entered into an agreement. You can beg, whine, plead and squirm all you want
but I’m still going to push your cruddy head into the toilet and make sure you eat what you paid for!”
With that, she picked me up by the hips and shoved me – Face first into the toilet bowl. I could see, smell, and taste the foul
excrement as it floated by. I began gulping down my own shit as she took pictures of the event.
“Oh, little boy”, she cooed. “You look so gross with shit in your mouth. I guess since you’re not worth a turd, it’s only fitting that
your face is in the toilet along with the rest of the shit.” As she laughed and took more pictures, I gagged and vomited into the
“Oh poor thing”, she laughed. “You must be so hungry to have prepared even more food for yourself. You will eat everything including your
own vomit. But don’t worry, our session’s almost half over!”
She laughed hysterically at that point as I gulped a combination of my own shit and vomit from the toilet bowl. Every time I would come
up for air, she would step on the back of my head and force my face back down into the murky waters.
“I’m not letting you up until you’ve eaten what you agreed to,” she laughed.
Meanwhile, I continued to chew and swallow my own sludge to the chorus of her taunts of “toilet-boy”, “sewer-rat”, “commode-man”, and
whatever else she could think of to humiliate me. When I finally finished to her satisfaction, she ordered me into the shower where
she pushed me to my knees and turned on the hot water.
“I don’t want to hear any of your whining, toilet-boy”, she said. “You smell like the filthy pig that you are and I want to wash
off at least some of your stench.”
Despite my grimaces of pain from the scalding I was taking, she just stood there smoking her cigarette and tapping her foot anxiously.
When she was satisfied, she suddenly switched to cold water which chilled me to the bone. When I attempted to crawl out, she shoved me
back in with her platform shoe.
“You’ll get out when I say you can get out,” she ordered.
She turned off the water and tossed a towel into the shower, ordering me to dry off. This was quite difficult being bound up the way I was but I managed to roll around on top of the towel which partially dried me off. When I was done, she ordered me to crawl out of the tub and kneel next to the bed. She attached a choke collar around my neck and locked a small chain from my collar to the bed-frame. There was just enough slack for me to lie on the floor but not enough to reach the phone or the door.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a jar of piss in which a tampon was floating. Ordering me to open my mouth, she took the
tampon out of the jar and inserted it into my mouth which she covered in duct tape. She took the roll of duct tape and began wrapping it
around my body starting with my feet. She was pulling it extremely tight while she methodically began taping up my feet, then my ankles,
my calves, my knees, my thighs, my groin, my hips, my stomach, my chest, arms, and neck. I was wrapped so tightly that I could barely
breathe. I began whimpering which was extremely difficult with the tampon in my mouth but she only laughed and took a few pictures of my
plight. As I laid in pain and discomfort, she began eating again. Every once in awhile, she would kick me in the groin just to let me
know she hadn’t forgotten about me!
After a little while she said, “Oh, it’s time!”
She reached into her bag and took out a pie tin and walked off towards the bathroom. I didn’t hear a toilet flush and when she came
back into the room, she was not carrying the tin anymore. However, she positioned her ass above me and ripped the duct tape off of my
mouth, causing me to squeal in agony.
She ordered, “Slave, spit out my tampon. You have proven your worth in the bathroom. Now it’s time to become one with my shit!”
She began lowering her ass above my face as I smelled the stink of her feces.
“I want you to lick me clean,” she said.
I knew that there was no backing out and I began licking the shit from her ass. It was clumped up and down her ass-crack and she made a
point of rubbing her ass all over my face and hair. When she was satisfied, walked back to the bathroom and brought out the pie tin –
this time filled with her shit!
She sat the tin in front of me, picked up the camera and said, “What are you waiting for? I thought it was your divine fantasy to consume
my bodily wastes?”
I lowered my head towards the tin as her platform shoe pressed my face into her feces. She mashed my face in it and took several
pictures of my face, her shoe, and her shit.
“Eat it, motherfucker!” she screamed.
I began crying again.
“Mistress, I’m worried about disease. I could get HIV, Hepatitis, or other various illnesses from this type of thing…”
She looked down at me incredulously and screamed, “LOOK YOU FUCKING WORM! This was your fantasy, not mine. You’re the one supposedly into
shit. I’m just giving you your money’s worth. It’s a fuckin’ insult for you to be accusing me of having some filthy disease. If anyone
should worry it’s me. NOW GET FUCKING GOING AND EAT YOUR FUCKING MEAL. YOU WILL NOT LEAVE UNTIL YOU DO!”
I had reached my limit. I couldn’t take it anymore. I suddenly thought of my wife and kids and I looked up at her with my face
covered in her shit and shook my head no.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she asked. “You dare disrespect me in this way?”
I determinedly shook my head up and down.
“Fine,” she said. “Session’s over.”
She reached into her bag and put on a pair of rubber dish-washing gloves. She reached into the bowl and picked up a handful of shit
which she smushed against my face as I screamed and struggled with my bonds. She was screaming at me and calling me names while smearing
her shit on my lips, in my nose and eyes, and in my hair. When she was satisfied, she grabbed the duct tape and began taping my head.
She wrapped the tape around my neck, chin, mouth, nose, eyes, and the rest of my head, completely covering my head except for a small
opening over my nostrils. I could not see but I heard her take off the gloves and felt them hit me in the face. I heard her packing up
as I tried to call out to her, wondering if she was going to unwrap me. I heard a knock at the door and her saying, “Come in.”
I heard her bodyguard’s voice and some rustling around as began packing up her stuff. After he left she jammed her foot into my
crotch and while applying extreme pressure to my cock and balls said, “I hope you’re satisfied, pussy-boy. You’ve just earned a place
in my hall of shame. I’ll be posting these pictures on the Internet and sending them to your wife and your place of employment. You could
have been an obedient slave but you had to be a smart-ass and go back on our agreement. Well, all good things must come to an end.”
I heard her open the door and as she was leaving she turned and said, “Oh, and by the way, say hello to the maid service tomorrow morning!”
I heard her cackling as the door slammed shut and I contemplated my future.