“Oooooowwwrrrgghh!” She gurgled through her bloody mouth as the
first blow landed, the force pushing her along the floor. I moved so I
could stay in control and bludgeoned my tightly clenched fist into her
pulpy labia a second time. She really yelped this time making me look
round, but she was still tugging at her nipples although her breasts had
turned blue with bruising. I pushed her legs further back until her ass
lifted off the floor and I pressed my knee on her free arm to stop her
body from riding the blows. Then, ignoring her yelps of pain, I repeatedly smashed my clenched fist into her cunt at least twenty or thirty
times until the whole area between her thighs was an angry reddish-blue
and swollen, and several blood blisters had begun to appear where some
of her weaker veins couldn’t take my vicious pounding.

She was quite small, around five feet two inchs in her stockings
and very petite, with breasts that were only slightly larger than average for her size. I’d danced with her for the final half-hour but she
remained very cool, even during the smoochy numbers. So, although she’d
accepted my offer of a lift home, I was anticipating one or two minor
problems when it came to talking her out of her knickers. Little did I
realise what a complete surprise she would soon turn out to be.

When I took her home I discovered she lived alone in a small house
left to her by her grandparents, and was somewhat surprised when she
invited me inside for coffee. After making me a cup of coffee she disappeared upstairs, but my mouth dropped open when she came back down ten
minutes later wearing a flimsy bra-less lace-up camisole with no crotch
and hold up stockings. Blessing my luck, I started to smile as she
moved closer. She boldly walked over to the sofa, but I almost dropped
my cup when she spoke.

“Hit me!” She lifted her chin slightly as if to invite a blow. I
treated it like a playful joke at first and tapped her lightly on her
cheek.

“Don’t be such a fucking wimp!” There was disgust in her voice and
I was riled immediately. I glared at her but she met my stare head on.
“Hit me I said!” She sounded frustrated, “Hard, with your fist, like
this!” And she held up a clenched fist as an example.

“Hi, Tom! Do you want to go to the gym and jog a little?”, she asked.
“Sorry, Laura…No can do. I have to study for my Bio exam!”, he said.

When Tom told her this, she looked disappointed but, that look was very
quickly replaced with a sly-looking grin. “Why don’t you let me help you with
your Bio? Come to my dorm room later tonight and we can study all you want…
WITHOUT books!”, she whispered softly. With an invitation like that, Tom had
made his mind up right there and then about the Bio exam! “OK, I’ll be there
at about 9:00! I hope that you’ll be ready?”, Tom answered. Laura said,”You
better be the ready one! I have some surprises in store for you!” With that,
she jogged down the hallway, her ass tightly enveloped in her spandex pants,
and disappeared around the corner.

The early evening hours came and went and pretty soon, the 9:00 hour
rolled around and Tom decided to depart on his adventure. When he arrived at
her dorm room, he noticed that the door was slightly open. He opened the door
and cautiously peered into the room. Laura’s room was a bit larger than Tom’s
room, but was still done in the simple concrete-block construction style, as
were all the dorms on campus. Laura shared her room with another girl, Karen
and between the two of them, the room looked pretty orderly. Tom walked in
and called out for Laura, hoping that she was in the bathroom. He walked in
and quickly noticed that the room was pitch-black except for a single lit
candle on the table. Next to the candle, there was a handwritten note. He
picked up the note and read it carefully:

Tom,

Had to step out for a moment.
Make yourself comfortable.

Laura

After Tom read the note, he crumpled the note up and tossed it into
the trashcan. Being weary from studying for 4 hours, he decided to lay on her
bed and catch a quick nap. He sat on the edge of the bed and swung his legs
onto the bed and then laid back, resting his head on the pillows. However,
Tom didn’t nap comfortably because he felt something dig into his back. He
sat up and looked at what he had found. There were two sets of handcuffs in
his hand. The stainless steel shone queerly in the candlelight and the light
glinted off of them. While he was wondering about the cuffs, a shadow emerged
from the corner of the dimly lit room. It was Laura, she had been there all
this time! Just as Tom opened his mouth to ask about the cuffs, she abruptly
cut him off. “Stop! Don’t say another word until I tell you! You will follow
my every order! Do you understand me?!”, she snapped. Tom, definately being
surprised, had this very confused but grateful look on his face as he abided
to Laura’s command.

“I want you to undress yourself, NOW!”, she hollered.
“OK!”, Tom replied.
“NO! From now on, you will address me as Mistress! Do you
understand me, slave?!!”, she said sternly.
“Yes, Mistress!”, Tom answered sheepishly.

What Laura had in mind for Tom was beyond his comprehension, so he
just went with whatever she told him to do. After he had stripped down
completely, he stood there in front of her, looking quite helpless. Laura
realized that he knew she was serious in her intentions and she then took
the first step. “Put those handcuffs on and sit at the edge of the bed!”,
she said. Tom did exactly as he was told and assumed the position she had
told him. As she slowly walked towards him, he finally got a good look at
what she was wearing. She was wearing a pair of spandex pants, much like
the ones she used to jog in, except this pair had the ass and crotch cut out
of them exposing her soft mound of hair beneath and her spectacular ass from
the rear. She was not wearing any kind of a top, therefore her breasts were
completely exposed and the nipples were standing up like soldiers at attention.

She walked over to the bed and commanded him to lie back on the bed.
As he did this, she grabbed one of his wrists and pulled it behind him. He
felt the cuffs tighten and then heard them ratchet shut. When he tried to move
his hand, he could not do so. Quickly glancing backward, he realized what she
had done. About a foot above the bed, there were two heavy-duty eyebolts
screwed into the concrete wall behind the bed. She had taken the other end of
the handcuffs and attached them to the eyebolts, thereby making it impossible
for him to move his hands. As Tom lay helpless on the bed, Laura stood over
him and merely laughed at his predicament. “You are so patient and obedient!
I am going to reward you for being a good slave!”, she said cat-like. With
this, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his body. She could see that
his penis was already beginning to stir. She leaned forward just far enough
so that her breasts were directly in front of his face, but not within reach.
“I will let you lick my nipples…but if you do anything else, I will pull
away and punish you! Do you understand?”, she said. Tom eagerly agreed and
began to swirl her nipple around in his mouth, trying not to disobey her. As
he slowly began to get excited, he began to lightly clamp his teeth on her
nipple. As he did this, she suddenly smacked his face and screamed, “I told
you just to lick my nipples! Now you will be punished!!”

She rose and went to her desk in the other corner of the room, reached
in one of the drawers and pulled out a blindfold, a pair of her panties,
and a small leather bag. She went back to the bed and told him, “I will
make sure that you don’t disobey me again!” With this, she put the blindfold
over his eyes and shoved the panties into his mouth, to use as a gag. She
then opened the bag and took out a wooden clothespin. “If you make a sound,
I will punish you more!”, she said. She took the clothespin and clipped it to
of his balls. Tom felt as if someone had kicked him in the groin and left their
foot there! The pain shot through his body like nails, but he somehow managed
to keep himself from screaming aloud. Laura knew that she had him within her
control, so she said to him, “You will now lick my pussy, but not my clit…yet!
Will you obey, slave?” Tom, not being able to speak, nodded his response and
anxiously awaited her wet cunt.
Laura then took the saliva-soaked panties out of Tom’s mouth and threw
them aside. She then slowly lowered her cunt to his lips, where he hungrily
awaited. Finally, she could feel his tongue darting in and out of her, as
she began to writhe in pleasure. Tom, wanting to please his mistress, licked
her cunt until she came. As she came, she forced her hips downward upon Tom’s
eager tongue. Her body jerked and shuddered as if she had touched a live wire
and its electricity filled her body. As her juices flowed out of her, Tom
made a good attempt of tasting her orgasm. Soon after, she dismounted off of
Tom’s face and released him from his restraints. Tom, feeling very horny,
asked Laura how he had done.
“You have done good slave…now let me pleasure you!”, she said.

As she said this, she laid Tom on his back and grasped his erect member
and told him that she would return the favor. She kneeled over his penis and
slowly impaled herself upon it, feeling every inch fill her to ecstasy. Once
he was inside her, she rhythmically pumped his penis with the tight grip of
her pussy. Tom realized that he could not withstand much more and began to
moan. Laura sensed that he was near climax. Their breathing and moans grew
louder as they approached climax together. Tom reached climax and spew his
load into her cunt, just as she let forth her come, harder than ever before.

After they had expended each other, they lay in each other’s arms and
slept until morning. In the morning, Tom awoke and got ready to go to his
Biology exam. And while walking to the lecture hall, Tom realized that he
knew more about Biology than ever before.

He heard the front door open and a tingle of titilation went through
him. Then she stepped into the living room : a gorgeous creature with
long dark hair. She stood with hands on hips, watching him finish his
tasks, clad in the white silk blouse and neat black skirt she had worn
that day to the office where she was a rising young executive. She had
a look of disapproval on her face as she stepped across the freshly
vaccuumed carpet and dropped into an easy-chair.

“I’m tired, Joe,” she sighed. “it’s been a hard day, one conference
after another. And some of my underlings are no better than you.
Inefficient. I have to do everything myself.” He nodded, shutting off
the vaccuum cleaner as she motioned for him to set it aside and come
to her. “Remove my shoes,” she snapped, “and then massage my feet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, hurrying over and addressing her in the
form she most liked to hear. It thrilled him just to say those words,
the submissive words of a love slave, and he was soon on his knees at
her feet.

With a feeling of reverence mixed with growing passion, Joe lifted
one of the feet Stephanie offered him and caressed the well-polished
shoe. He removed it,setting it aside, then took the stockinged foot
in the palm of his hands. This was the finest prize he could imagine
as he stroked the smooth foot, admired the perfect form, then bent to
bestow a worshipful kiss.

Stephanie moved forward in the chair, raising her black skirt as she
did so,then parting her legs. “Get your head between my thighs,
Slave,” she ordered him, “and eat my pussy.”

It was involuntary movement as Joe nodded in submission, setting down
her foot to bend his body towards his wife. As she moved closer to the
edge of the chair he pressed his face between the smooth, white pillars
of her thighs, getting an incredibly strong whiff of her passion. His
lips touched the soft mat of pubic curls that covered the clefted little
mound of her pussy and the fragrance of her juices increased so strongly
that he suddenly thrust his tongue deep into her cunt and swallowed her
juices. The more Joe licked his wifes pussy, the hotter it felt and her
juices were flowing even more. He could hear her softly moaning above
him as he lapped away in her marvelous twat.

He felt her quiver with a mild orgasm, and when that had passed he
heard her speak. “Undress me, Joe,” she commanded; and it was an order
that never failed to excite him further.

He came up from between her thighs with trembling fingers and reached
or the buttons that ran down the front of her white silk blouse. He
undid them carefully, seeing the bulging white curves of her breasts as
the garment parted. She stood, nearly kicking him aside as she did so,
and let the blouse fall over the soft curves of her shoulders. Her
large, shapely breasts jiggled enticingly as he stared up at them. He
put his moist fingers in the waistband of her black skirt, then pulled
it down over her slender ankles, and she stood before him nearly naked,
wearing only a black and red garter belt and the nylon stockings it
suspended.

“Get my red negligee, Slave, “Stephanie said.

“Yes, mistress,” he replied gladly, scrambling for the bedroom, his
cock a stiff stick in his pants, impeding his progress.

He returned with her finest negligee; and as he stood tall in the
middle of the living room he placed it reverently over her voluptuous
body. In her high heels she seemed to tower over him, her perfect
breasts bobbing beneath the see-through material of her negligee. The
rest they were able to do without speech, and soon Stephanie was seated
on their tan leather couch, legs and negligee parted, feet propped up
for comfort.

Joe knew what to do without being told. As Stephanie leaned back,
relaxing after her hard days work, her husband knelt between her legs
and pressed his aching mouth to the split mound of her pussy. His
tongue was like a flicking snake, caressing up and down the inner lips
of her pussy, then stimulating the pink nubbin of her clit. He had her
moaning with pleasure as he lapped the juices from deep inside her wet
pussy.

When they were done, she ordered him to stand; and that’s when she
noticed the stiffness of his rod. It tented out the front of his slacks,
poking up the white apron that covered his front.

“Drop you pants,” she ordered in a scolding tone of voice. “Look at
that lump in your pants, it’s disgraceful.”

Afire with lust and excitement, Joe undid the buckle of his belt,
unzipped his pants and slowly lowered them to the floor. His rod sprang
free, huge and stiff and wavering in front of the tall imperious woman.
Stripping for her always excited him, made him feel somehow like a little
boy dropping his drawers before a beautiful woman teacher.

Once his pants were off, Stephanie rose and stood over him in her high
heeled shoes. He knelt, looked up at the spread lips of her pussy and
quickly went to work. His tongue was moving as rapidly as a piston in a
stock car as he licked her cunt lips up and down, then stimulated her
clit some more. When she had come, she ordered him to the couch, where
he sat with his rod sticking straight up from his naked lap.

She came to him and straddled his legs, parting her thighs widely as
she settled into his lap. His huge cock poked apart the delicate lips of
her pussy, and as she lowered her body to his the entire shaft of his
cock slid up her sheath. She rode slowly up and down on his dick, fucking
him, arousing him madly. His prick was so long that her upstroke brought
her from his lap to nearly a standing position, and when she went back
down again to engulf his bone, she shuddered from the feeling.

She fucked him like that till she wanted some different stimulation on
the inside of her pussy, then carefully worked her way around till her
back was to him. Obediently he sat there letting his wife control the
movements of the fuck, his rod a stiff pole for his wifes pleasure.

When she was through using him in that manner she rose off him, his
huge cock drawing slowly out of the wet slit of her cunt. She perched
on the arm of the couch and ordered him to rise. Joe got up, his rod
sticking straight out, and he swung around in front of her. Then, as she
sat with one foot propped up, she had him stand in between her thighs,
probe into her pussy with the long shaft of his cock, and then fuck
gently in and out of her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure, sighing
with another orgasm, as he stroked in and out of her hot, tight hole.

“Now I want you to really fuck me good, husband,” she said with a
pleased smile as he drew his rod from her pussy.

She got up and went to the couch, positioning herself on her hands
and knees. Joe knew what to do. This was one of the most exciting ways
for them to fuck, a position that thrilled them both. He sat on the
couch behind her, his rod between her thighs and into the tight channel
of her pussy from the rear. Gripping her waist, he began to slide into
her. His cock filled her whole tightly, the hotly lubricated channel of
her sweet young cunt.

He fucked her again and again, till she came loudly, then dropped flat
to the couch. She was on her stomach for a long while, and when she awoke
it was to order him into the bedroom.

Their bed chamber was a seductive room, with rust-hued walls and a
gorgeous bronze-like bedspread. They were quickly naked, except for
Stephanies garter belt and nylons, then lounged on the large bed. She
wanted some more of that doggie-style fucking that Joe was giving her
on the couch, so she got on her hands and knees and ordered him to fuck
her. Gladly, her husband got in behind her on the bed on his knees and
stuck his rod up her cunt from behind. Then he shoved it in and out,
battering her shapely buttocks with his loins as he fucked her harder
and harder.

When he withdrew, Stephanie rolled over onto her back, pulling him on
top of her. His body was coated with sweat, his forehead beaded with
dewy perspiration and his rod as stiff as it had ever been in his life
as he mounted her. She tossed her head, moaning softly as he felt his
dick penetrate the soft barrier of her pussy. He was over her like a
real man now, aroused again to a fever pitch of maddened lust. He was
pounding his cock into her tight hole, fucking into her as hard as he
could, pistoning his pole as rapidly as possible.

He knew he couldn’t hold his come much longer, and even though he
jerked his dick out of her pussy in an effort to control it, he shot
off all over her stomach and everywhere. Stephanie loved it as she
felt burst after hot burst of his sticky cum splatter on her belly
and tits.

They lay panting on the bed for some time, then rose and went to the
bathroom where they both washed themselves clean. They returned to the
bed chamber, as Stephanie threw on her negligee again. Together, they lay
in each others arms on the soft, bronzed bedspread, talking about the
lovemaking that had gone on before. They both agreed that it had been
good, at least as good as any time in the past. And the more they talked,
the more aroused they became again.

Joe’s cock wasn’t hard enough for him to fuck her again, but there was
another way he could please his wife, and he suggested it! (Major
accomplishment here, everyone give him a big hand). Soon she was on her
back on the bed, her negligee wide open, her thighs spread to bare her
pussy. Joe got on his stomach between her legs and pressed his lips to
her cunt lips. Soon he was sucking gently, and it wasn’t long before she
was quaking from another orgasm. He continued his pleasant task, till
Stephanie laid back, still and satisfied.

Then Joe turned over onto his back, his dick semi-hard, fairly begging
to be sucked back to full length. When his wife roused from the wonderful
stupor induced by his cunt-lapping, she got over his cock and fiddled with
it. The more she played with it the harder it got, till finally she slid
her lips over the head. It swelled up in her mouth, hardening as she
sucked,and in time her lips were gliding up and down the length of his
raging hard-on. She sucked for a long time, because he was able to control
himself for quite a while.

At last he came, shooting off and hitting the roof of her mouth with
his cum. She parted her lips, letting the stuff roll out. She loved the
taste of Joe’s cum in her mouth, loved the sensation of the stuff rolling
over her lower lip.

They fell asleep in each others arms.

Claudia is not a real young woman, probably between 35 and
40, perfect age for her role. She seemed to be well educated, and
spoke faultless English (my German is not perfect, by any means).
She is a tall woman, with blonde hair that was pulled up tight and
fastened in kind of a bun on the top of her head. She was darkly
tanned, and had an athletic look. She is definitely a dominant
female. Michael is even younger, maybe in his twenties, good-
looking, but did not take an active part in any of this. He was more
like her servant. What followed will probably seem like some wild
fantasy to you, but I can assure you that “it happened to me”.

First they gave me a glass of wine, put some music on, and
we talked. Claudia told me that I would have to tell them in advance
exactly where I would draw the line, that is, what things were just
too extreme. Because, she said, once we were in the Studio, I
wouldn’t have any further choice. She was quite nice, but also quite
serious. In the Studio, I was told, I would not refer to her by
name, only by the title Mistress Domina or Madame Domina. I let them
know that I was a beginner at this, but I wanted the full experience.
They assured me that while there would be pain, there would be no
injury. That was enough to satisfy me.

I was taken into the Studio, which had no windows and was
lit only by numerous candles. It was a room filled with the tools
(or toys) of the trade. Harnesses, stools, whips, chains, dozens of
dildos in a wide array of shapes and sizes. There was even a
collection of English willow schoolmaster’s canes (those things sting
like fire). I can imagine this room would be a dream-come-true to
some, a nightmare-come-alive to others. By this time, I was
beginning to have serious doubts about what I’d gotten into.

I was instructed by Claudia to undress completely, she
would be back in several minutes, and I was to remember not to
address her by her name. She left me alone, and I did exactly as she
asked. Then I waited. Before long, my Mistress returned. She had
completely changed clothes, and now wore a black leather corset,
black gloves, no hose, but with tall spike heels (and I kid you not).
She was beautiful. She had loosened her long blond hair, and it fell
well below her shoulders. In her hand she carried a black riding
crop.

“Are you ready?”, I was asked.

“Yes”, I replied.

“Yes, WHAT?”, she demanded.

“Yes, Madame Domina!”, I said.

“Good”, was her reply, “do you like what I’m wearing?”

“Yes, Madame Domina”.

“What is this?”, she asked, firmly striking my penis with
the riding crop.

“My dick, Madame Domina”.

“Your what?”

“My dick, Madame Domina”.

“That’s not a dick”, she said, “I call it a shit-thing.”
“What is this?”, she asked again, and gave my penis another firm
blow.

“My shit-thing”.

“Good, you learn fast”, she said, but not smiling. I
replied, “Thank you Madame Domina”.

“What do you do with that shit-thing?”, my Madame asked me.

Confused, I could think of nothing to say. “Answer!”, she
said. All I could think of was, “I use it to fuck”.

“I don’t think so”, she said, “It’s not big enough or hard
enough. Make it hard!” So I began to masturbate myself into an
erection. “Do not come, do you understand?”, she said, “I will tell
you when you can come.” When I was just about to shoot accidentally,
she cried, “Enough!” Then she said, “Get down on your knees”. I
obeyed. Then, still standing, she turned her back toward me, placing
her shoes about two feet apart. “Lick my feet”, she demanded. I
began to lick her black leather shoes and the nearly 4 inch heels.
She was trying to find out if I had a shoe or foot fetish, I believe
(and, incidentally, I do). After a few minutes of this she stopped
me.

“Steh auf! (Stand up!), follow me”, she said, and led me to
a device that resembled a cross fastened to the wall. She shackled
me into a spread-eagled position, and believe me, I was completely
helpless there; I could not have escaped. Then she went to a table
nearby and begin to pick up small clips and weights, which she began
to apply to my balls, my nipples, and the shaft of my cock. She kept
saying things to me, but I was in so much pain, I really don’t
remember what she said. Did I enjoy this? I guess I have to say,
yes I did. It was definitely a new sensation to me.

She then stepped back to admire her work. Then she took
her crop and began to jiggle the weights, to make me squirm a little
and took a picture of me. She waited for a few minutes, peeled the
backing off the photo, and held it up for me to see. “If you’re
good, I’ll let you keep this. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Madame Claudia”, I replied. Suddenly she struck me
across the thighs with her whip, screaming, “You will not address me
by name! Is that clear?”

“Yes, Madame Domina”, I answered.

I was then unfastened from the cross, but the clips and
weights were left on. My Madame said, “Let’s show Michael”. I
followed her out of the Studio and into the living room of the house,
where Michael was sitting on a couch. He seemed real pleased to see
me in this predicament. I was, of course, properly humbled by being
put on display like this. “Jump!”, Claudia said. I jumped. Yes, it
felt about like you can imagine. “Again!… Again!…Again!”
Finally, I was led back to the Studio, where the little implements of
torture were removed. This hurt the worst, as the blood rushed back
into the clipped skin. Ouch!

Next I was taken to the saw-horse-like device and shown how
to mount it. There was a hole in the leather padded top that allowed
my dick to be exposed from underneath. I was again tightly bound. I
didn’t know what was coming next, until she approached the table on
which the dildos were arranged. She finally selected a small one and
brought it to me, holding it in front of my face. “Guess what I’m
going to do with this?”, she asked. I didn’t have to guess. I’m
just thankful that she had plenty of K-Y on hand. She lubricated the
dildo and gently inserted it into my anus, testing the resistance
that she was going to meet. I’m no stranger to anal sex, so it was
an easy entry, and she said, “Oh, it’s not your first time, is it?
Let’s get a bigger Schwanz (German for cock, a “gummi Schwanz” is a
rubber cock, or dildo). So she selected one that was not only longer
(about 8 inches) but thicker as well. She gave me quite a fucking
with this one, then got another that was even larger. We went
through 5 or 6 dildos, and I was stretched to new dimensions. She
was never rough, though, and I didn’t feel in any danger, I just
enjoyed it. Every few minutes she would reach under the stool to see
if I was hard. I was like a flagpole.

“You’ve had your pleasure, now you must pay for it”, my
Mistress announced, “we’re going to see how much pain you can
endure.” She walked to the rack where all the whips, paddles, and
canes were kept. After making a careful selection, she returned and
instructed me that I would count from one to ten, each count would be
one blow. I could count only in German, and if I missed a count, we
would have to start over. Did I understand? “Yes, Madame Domina”.

The whip fell. “Eins!”, I cried. Again, this time a
little harder. “Zwei!” A third time, even harder. “Drei!” Now I
understood, each lash would be harder than the preceding. She was
using the waver in my voice to gauge my pain. After an irregular
delay, the fourth blow. “Vier!” She would vary the rhythm, causing
me to feel suspense. Sometimes she would lay the whip on my red ass
for several seconds, then suddenly draw it back, and then withhold
the blow. The anticipation would almost make me cry out. We
continued through the sequence. “Fuenf!…Sechs!…Sieben!” She was
an excellent flogger. “Acht!…Neun!”…and, finally, “Zehn!” By
this time, I was about to choke up, but I remembered her warning that
should I miss a count, we would begin again. But she wasn’t finished
with me. Back to the rack, for another “Peitsche”, or whip. Then
begin again at number eins. This went on until I’d felt the sting of
most of her whips, including her cat-o-nine, and the dreaded
schoolmaster’s canes. “Very good!”, she announced when she was at
last satisfied, “you’ve done better than most, I shall give you what
you want.”

“Thank you, Madame Domina”.

I was released and taken to another leather covered table
that was built like the thing you sit on in a doctor’s office, (or
bend over, depending on your complaint). I was made to lie on this,
on my back and again bound hand and foot. My Madame then took what I
believe to be alcohol and began to rub it all over my genitals. It
was very cold, and unpleasant, because it burned like hell where
those clamps had been placed on my cock and balls. She then asked
me, “have you ever been told by a doctor that you have any type of
heart problem?” “No, Madame Claudia”. “Then I want you to breathe
something for me, it’s going to make you feel strange, if it’s too
unpleasant, let me know.” She then held a bottle of Rush to each of
my nostrils in turn. I’m sure you know what Rush is. Then she took
a candle from it’s holder and held it over my cock. I began to be a
little bit scared. She wouldn’t set that alcohol on fire, or would
she? I didn’t ask for that! She knew what I was thinking, because
she was playing with my fear. Then she tilted the candle and let the
hot wax drip onto the underside of my cock. It hurt but not too
terribly, maybe because of the Rush, or maybe the alcohol she rubbed
on me. She wanted me to enjoy the sensation. She would drip a
little bit, wait, and then drip a little more. Like I said, not all
bad. Finally this little game, too, was finished.

I was again released and taken to a large leather chair and
told to kneel in front of it. Madame Claudia stood behind me where I
couldn’t see her. I could hear her removing her clothes. When she
came around me and took a seat in the chair, I could see that she had
removed her corset and gloves, and wore only those incredibly sexy
heels. Spreading her legs, she placed the fingers of both hands on
her pink cunt lips and spread them so that I could see into her wet
snatch. She was completely shaven! “You will eat me”, she
commanded. I didn’t wait. She was so fragrant and delicious. She
gave me instructions while I licked her. I would be told to lick
slowly, then slightly faster, slower again, harder or deeper. I did
my best to please my Mistress. After many minutes of this ecstasy,
she stopped me and turned over in the chair so that her ass was
thrust toward me. She wanted her asshole rimmed. I was ready and
willing. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman wanted my
tongue in her shit-hole. I licked and kissed that wonderful ass. It
was intensely pleasurable! But this was not the Finale.

“You lick me well”, she said after what seemed to be a very
long time, “I’ve had enough for now”. She turned back over and sat
facing me in the chair. “Lick my feet again”, she instructed me. I
began to lick those marvelous shoes again. “How would you like to
remove my shoes?”, she inquired. “May I, Mistress?”, I asked
eagerly. “Yes, you may”. Slowly and carefully, I took each
exquisite ankle in one hand, and slipped each shoe off with the
other. I don’t know if you have the slightest inclination toward
women’s feet, but believe me when I say that my Madame has the most
delicately beautiful peds I’ve ever seen, and she knew it. I don’t
want to dwell on my particular fetish too much, but her nails looked
like they could have been professionally pedicured, and were neatly
painted in a bold shade of red. The skin of her feet was smooth and
looked well cared for, and they were clean. “Lick them”, she
repeated softly. I licked every inch of her feet, gently between the
toes, sucking each of those highly sensitive little parts of her
body. I’m sure she was enjoying every caress of my tongue. She had
me lick her ankles, and further up her legs. But she wanted me to
concentrate on her feet.

After I’d tongue bathed most of her lower body, she said,
“Give me your cock.” I rose up on my knees and thrust my rigid cock
toward her. She began to rub it with her bare feet. I was ready to
shoot any minute, and I guess it showed because she said, “If you
come, you will have to clean it up, do you understand?” My answer
was, of course, “Yes, Mistress”. She kept massaging my cock and
balls with her lovely feet until finally, I just couldn’t hold it. I
had an explosive eruption, shooting my semen all over her feet.
After all that, the relief was incredible. She waited until my
orgasm had subsided and then firmly asked me, “You remember what I
told you, don’t you?” I said, “Yes, Madame Domina, I must clean up
after myself”. When I began to look around for a tissue or
something, she said, “You’ll use your tongue”. So that’s how it
ended; with me licking my own thick spunk from Madame Claudia’s feet
and floor, and loving it.