“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.

Suddenly her body started to shudder violently. I couldn’t believe
it! After the pasting I had just given her, she was having one of the
most intense orgasms I’ve ever witnessed. It took about a minute before
her spasms slowed then stopped altogether. She then lifted her hands to
her breasts and winced as she tweaked the bruised nipples into erection.
Now her legs stretched open wider, making her puffy labia part to reveal
her very wet opening.

“Now thump me in the tits just as hard!” Her face was beginning to
swell up now and it sounded as though it was painful when she spoke.
But I was actually getting into the mood now so I got down and hit her
hard three or four times right on her nipples. Each time I punched her
she gasped with pain and her body bounced off the floor.

“Harder!” She said, sounding quite exasperated now, “Come on,
don’t be frightened, I want you to do it!”

“Alright,” I thought, “Don’t say you didn’t ask for it!” Screwing my fist into a tight ball I punched her squarely in her face, making
her stagger backwards and causing a trickle of blood to start running
out of her nose. At the time I thought that would shut her up so I
could get on with some serious fucking, but it was only the start!

“That’s better,” She smiled as she licked the blood off her upper
lip, “Now hit me really hard!” As she spoke the last words I noticed
her hand settled on her pubic mound and the middle finger explore between her thighs.

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.

Her next instructions really tested the level of my obedience. I was
naked, kneeling on the floor in front of the computer in “chat mode” with
her when she told me that I was to shave her cock and balls, and that I was
to keep them shaved permanently. “I hate hair around a penis”, she said.
Furthermore, I was not to get a haircut again until she told me to and I
was to let my fingernails grow out. I could see what she had in mind with
these orders, and I made the mistake of asking her to please reconsider.
This earned me 20 minutes with the nipple clamps. When I told Mistress R.
that being shaved would be very awkward to explain to any lover I might be
with, she told me that I could not see anyone else while I was her slave.
She made me agree to this before ordering me to go follow her orders, and
told me that in addition to the nipple clamps, I would not be allowed to
relieve her penis again until she specifically allowed me to do so.
She hung up and I went directly to the bathroom to carry out her last
instructions to me. I was already naked, as she always required me to be
whenever chatting with her, so I took the small butt plug and put it in her
ass, as she had told me to do. I then put on the nipple clamps and left
them on for an interminable 20 minutes of torture. Even worse, she had
forbidden me from handling her penis to take my mind off of the pain.
Finally, it was time to take the clamps off, which I did as gently as
possible. The rush of blood back into my tender nipples was even worse
than clamps, and as I was moaning in pain, I promised myself that I would
not question my Mistress again.
I immediately took a pair of scissors and began clipping away my pubic
hair. I cut away as much as I could, then lathered up. Taking a fresh
razor, I began shaving very carefully around her cock and balls. Finally,
the area around the penis was shaved completely smooth, and I tried to get
used to the unusual feeling. It was not something that I particularly
enjoyed.
I did not hear from my Mistress for another two weeks. During that
time, I shaved every morning as she had told me to do, my skill and speed
growing with each passing day. The strange feeling of being shaved there
heightened my awareness of myself, and I found that the new sensations
caused by this kept her penis hard most of the day, often at inconvenient
times. I wanted desperately to play with myself, but she had forbidden it.
Finally, I was online when she happened to call and she put me into
chat mode. As soon as I saw who it was, I got naked and knelt on the floor
in front of the computer. “Slave,” she typed immediately, “give me your
phone number.” This was something new, but I dutifully gave it to her.
Instantly my phone rang.
“Hello”, I answered.
“Hello, slave,” she said. “Have you followed my orders?” Her voice
was wonderful.
“Yes, Mistress.” Saying ‘yes, Mistress’ was somehow different than
just typing it, and I know I must have sounded very meek as I replied to
her, but at the same time, it seemed quite natural to be speaking with her
this way.
“How long has it been since you relieved my penis?” she asked.
“Over two weeks, Mistress.”
“Go get your drawer of toys, slut.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I retrieved it and resumed my kneeling position on
the floor. All at once, she had transformed our electronic relationship to
a more personal one, and I was helpless to resist her as I did exactly what
she told me to do.
“Have you been shaving every day?,” I heard her ask as I picked up the
phone.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good,” she said. “Take the penis dildo and suck on it.” Her strange
order took me by surprise, so sudden was the way she said it, but I hurried
to comply. “Put it all the way in your mouth as far as it will go. Let me
hear you work on it,” she ordered. I took the dildo and slid it into my
mouth. I felt like such a slut, kneeling on the floor, completely naked,
on the phone with a woman I had never met, and being ordered to suck on a
plastic penis. I made slurping noises as I sucked on it and moved it back
and forth for about 30 seconds before she ordered me to stop. “I hope you
got it nice and wet. Put it in my ass… NOW, slut.”
I took the dildo and placed the head against her ass. After only a
second or two, she demanded to know, “Is it in yet?”
“Not yet, Mistress,” I answered. I had not even gotten the head in.
“I said NOW, you cunt!”
Without any further delay, I pressed down hard on the dildo, and it
slid painfully inside of me, and I actually yelped in pain. After being
her slave for awhile, I had become very used to being “fucked” by my
Mistress this way, but this was different. When I was alone, I could lube
it up and take as much time as I wanted to get it in. Now, my Mistress was
forcing me to take it with almost no lubrication and having me insert it
quicker than I ever had before. I was even a little bit scared at the tone
of her voice and I began trembling as I knelt there on the floor. “Tell me
when it is in ALL the way,” she said.
Working as quickly as I could, I worked the dildo in and out until,
finally, the entire length was pressing painfully deep inside of me, and
the base was nestled between my quivering white cheeks. At last I told
her, “It is in, Mistress.” I allowed just a little bit of pride into my
voice, pleased that I had obeyed her so well.
“Completely unacceptable, slut,” she said, snapping me back to reality.
“That took you entirely too long and now you will have to be punished. Put
on the nipple clamps…”

I took my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pulled it
out then placed the clamp on it. As the full force of the clamp bit down
on my sensitive nipple, I moaned involuntarily in pain. “Ooh, pet! It
sounds like you enjoy having your nipples hurt,” I heard my Mistress say
over the telephone. Clenching my teeth in anticipation, I repeated the
process on my right nipple and soon had a clamp on it as well. “Just
pretend that those are my fingernails pinching you, pet,” Mistress R.
suggested.
“Yes, Mistress,” I managed to grunt in reply. In truth, the clamps
were almost unbearable on my tender nipples. These clamps were not
adjustable. Instead, they had springs in them so that whenever they were
attached, they were always pressing with full force.
“You do like it when I pinch your nipples like that, don’t you?” she
asked. “Tell me how much you like it, my pet, and beg me to hurt you some
more.”
“Oh Mistress,” I moaned. “Thank you so much for pleasing my nipples.
It feels so good. I wish it really was you. Please Mistress, would you
please hurt me some more? I’ve been bad and I need to be punished.”
“Yes you have, pet. You’re still on the floor, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I was currently kneeling on the floor, completely
naked, with a pair of nipple clamps tightly clinging to my chest, and a 7″
penis shaped dildo shoved all the way inside me. I held the telephone with
one hand while the other held the dildo in place.
“Very good, pet. Take some clothespins and put them on my balls.” She
paused briefly while I did as she said. “Now, take the peppermint oil I
told you to buy, put some on the tip of your finger and rub it all over the
head of my penis.” I did this, too. “Oh, don’t forget to dab a little on
my nipples, too. We wouldn’t want to neglect them, would we?”
“No, Mistress.” The oil felt cold as I put it on, and for about half a
minute or so, not much happened. Then, almost imperceptibly, I began to
feel a growing warmth building. I felt it first on her penis, and after
that on her already abused nipples, which were really beginning to hurt
now.
“Well, slut?” she asked. “How do you like that?”
“It feels good, Mistress,” I lied. “Thank you for being so good to
me.”
“You are welcome, pet.” Tears were starting to stream down my face as
the oil kept getting hotter and hotter on me. The clamps felt like they
were about to pinch me to death and combined with the oil, I was soon
panting and moaning in pain.
“Oooh yes,” my Mistress moaned. “Let me hear you enjoy yourself,
slave. God, you are turning me on.” Over the phone, her voice was
starting to sound a little strained, as well, and I could hear her
breathing heavily.
“Oh, Mistress. It hurts so good, but I don’t know how much more I can
take it.”
“As long as I say! Or did you forget who is in charge here?”
“No, Mistress. I didn’t forget.”
“Good, my little slut. Now, let’s see. What do you want to do next to
please me? I know! Lay on your back and pull your legs up over your head
so that my lovely little penis is hanging over your face. Keep the phone
where you can hear me. Don’t let the dildo come out or your clamps or
clothespins come off. NOW, SLAVE!”
She could really make me move. Before I knew it, I was just as she
wanted me. “And be very careful not to touch my penis at all,” she added.
“Are you ready now?” I replied that I was. “Good. If you keep pleasing
me, I may decide to keep using you for my amusement once in awhile. You
may begin fucking my ass now. I want it hard and deep and fast. You got
that, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I immediately reached up between my legs and started
pulling the dildo out. It was really hard to keep my balance. I couldn’t
believe what was happening to me and how willingly I submitted to her every
whim. In the last hour, she had totally controlled me in every way, until
I know found myself in this bizarre position. I slid the dildo almost all
the way out and then began putting it back in. As ordered, I began
thrusting it in and out. Over the phone, I could hear my Mistress moaning
and grunting.
“Start talking, pet. Tell me what you are doing. Tell me how you feel
and how much you enjoy it. Use your mouth right now to make me cum.” I
began to talk to her. I don’t remember what I said, but as she fucked me
and I listened to her getting off on the other end, all of the pain and
discomfort I was feeling went away. It was replaced with an almost animal
lust that was turning me into the slut she wanted. She sounded so
incredibly sexy. It seemed like the faster my hand worked the dildo, the
louder she got on the phone, and soon she lost all control.
“Oh god,” she screamed. “I’m cumming! Oooooh yesss … yesss … oh
god it feels so good … open your mouth … I’m gonna give you my cum …
oh … goddammit … I’m gonna cum in your mouth … oh shit … don’t
spill any … dammit … cum RIGHT NOW!” I couldn’t believe it. Without
ever being touched at all, her cock, only inches about my face, began to
shoot right into my open mouth. My Mistress was able to make me cum on
command, just by ordering it. I could feel it splashing against my tongue.
“Eat my cum, bitch,” she moaned as stream after stream of the hot sticky
fluid filled my mouth. Some missed and landed on my face.
Finally, one last glob squirted out, landing in my eye. “Swallow all
of my cum, slut,” she said. On her orders, I used my fingers to scoop up
every drop of the sticky cum and then licked it off of my fingers. “How do
you like my cum, pet?”
“To be honest,” I replied, “not very much, Mistress.”
“Too bad, slut. You’ll learn to appreciate it as much as the rest of
me. From now on, you’ll eat every single drop of delicious cum that comes
out of my penis. Understand?” There was a definite hint of malice in her
voice, challenging me to disobey. Of course, I didn’t.
“I understand, Mistress,” I answered resignedly.
“Good!,” she laughed. “You are such a sweet slut. I might even call
you again, IF you are lucky! Now go write my daily report!”
The phone went dead in my ear…

Things continued pretty much the same way for the next few months,
although Mistress never left me alone for long. She always seemed to have
some new instructions to test my obedience or to humiliate me in public
some manner. She seemed to delight in calling me at any hour of the day or
night and putting me through my paces at a moments notice. More often than
not, she would be bring me to the edge of an incredible climax, only to
order me not to cum at the last minute, or, when she did allow me to cum, I
was forced to lick up every drop, something I was quickly becoming
accustomed to.
I should point out that although I always ended up doing everything she
told me to do, they were often things that I did not enjoyed and I
definitely would never have done them on my own. I seemed to have some
powerful need to be forced to do things I found unpleasant. I was also
aware of my very submissive nature which made me want to please and serve
my Mistress in any way that I was able to. Of course, I still had desires
and fantasies of my own involving her, but they were gradually becoming of
secondary importance to me.
At any rate, I was awakened one morning by my Mistress on the
telephone. It was 4:00 am. “Yes, Mistress,” I said as soon as I knew it
was her, assuming a kneeling position on the floor.
“Call in sick to work,” was all she said before she hung up. I didn’t
even remotely have a clue as to what she had in mind, but I did as I was
told. There was some difficulty dealing with the manager on duty, who was
unwilling to take responsibility for my call since that would mean creating
a shortage on another manager’s shift, but finally, I was able to get the
day off.
As expected, the phone rang a few minutes later. “I’m going to let you
meet me today,” she announced. “But before that happens, you will have to
keep a couple of appointments I have made for you. Write this down, slut.”
She gave me the address of a beauty parlor. “You will show up at 8:00 am
and keep the appointment as Roberta. They will know what to do with you,”
she chuckled. She then gave me the address of a manicurist. “Your
appointment there is at 9:30 am. Check in as Roberta there, too.” I took
notes as she spoke. “Make sure you bring plenty of money to pay for all of
this. If you want to meet me today, you had better keep both of these
appointments, slut. Before you go out, insert the small butt plug in my
ass. You will wear it the entire time you are out. Wear the red panties,
too. Of course, the anklet and key will be around your ankle, like always.
Bring the lock with you.” She then told me where to meet her. “If you
can’t do everything I’ve just said, don’t bother showing up. If you don’t
show up, you’ll never hear from me again. I’ll see you then, slut.” She
hung up.
As I hung up the phone, my heart was pounding in my chest. Would I be
able to go through with all of that, I asked myself. I couldn’t imagine
not having my Mistress to talk to after the last six months, and I decided
to keep the first appointment and see what happened. I couldn’t sleep the
rest of the morning, and soon it was time to get ready to leave. I
inserted the butt plug, slipped on the red panties, and got dressed. Since
she hadn’t told me what to wear, I picked out some clothes myself; a pair
of slacks and a casual shirt. The anklet and key were already around my
ankle, and I grabbed the lock to give to Mistress.
It had been almost six months since Mistress had ordered me to stop
getting haircuts, and my hair by now was almost touching my shoulders. As
I drove to the beauty salon, I was literally shaking in fear. At the same
time, though, her penis was hard as a rock. The address turned out to be a
house in a residential area. My stomach was in knots and I was torn up
with all kinds of conflicting emotions and feelings. Even as I parked the
car, I didn’t know if I would be able to go through with it, but somehow, I
forced myself out of the car. A sign in the front yard indicated that the
beauty salon was in the back.
I found the salon in what appeared to be an annex of the main house. I
tried the door and it opened. Steeling myself one last time, I entered.
Inside, I found two women, busy cleaning and setting things up. I was
relieved to see that I appeared to be the only customer, since it was
apparently earlier than their normal business hours. One of them turned to
greet me. “Good morning. How can I help you?”
“I am here for an 8:00 appointment for Roberta,” I stuttered
“Oh yes,” she said. “Please sit here and I’ll be right with you.”
Time seemed to crawl by as I sat there waiting, and I felt as if I would
die any moment from embarrassment. Finally, the woman returned. As she
led me to a sink and washed my hair, she explained that she had already
been told how I wanted my hair. “You’ll be out of here in no time.” She
quickly went to work, and I was happy to find out that I was only given a
style cut, which was a relief. It was a distinctly feminine cut, but I
knew that I could deal with it at work with my trusty baseball cap. When
she was done, I paid her $45 and left. As I got in the car, I decided to
continue on to the next appointment, since the first had gone by so well.
I guess I had been expecting to be humiliated or worse, but the women there
had been completely professional at all times. Aside from simply being
there, it hadn’t been that bad.
Things were about the same at the manicurist, although I was not the
only customer there, which was slightly embarrassing when I identified
myself as “Roberta”. However, this appointment went almost as well as the
first. Just the fact that it was a manicure was somewhat more embarrassing
to me than a hair cut, but I did manage to almost enjoy the first manicure
of my life. I liked the touch of the woman’s hands on mine as she expertly
worked on my longer than normal nails. (My Mistress had ordered me to let
them grow as well.) Near the end of the manicure, the girl stopped and
asked me, “Roberta, you did say you wanted the red polish, didn’t you?”
I almost died on the spot, but I managed to nod my head. I watched in
horror as she skillfully painted each and every one of my newly shaped
nails a terribly bright shiny red. “Be careful until those dry,” she
admonished as I rushed to pay the bill and get out of there.
Back in my car, I took a few moments to try and regain my composure.
After all, it was over now and it hadn’t really been that bad. I checked
out the nails, making sure that they were ok. I sure didn’t want them
messed up now. Involuntarily, my ass wiggled in the seat, and I felt the
panties against my skin and the plug filling Mistress’s ass. All in all, I
was pleased once again that I was able to obey.
I started the car and headed towards my final appointment, my meeting
with Mistress R…

Mistress had selected a Denny’s restaurant for our meeting. She had
told me to meet her there at noon, but I showed up at 11:45 am. I did not
want to take any chance of being late and displeasing her, or worse. Time
seemed to slow to a crawl as I sat there in the waiting area near the front
counter, keeping my hands buried in my lap to hide my newly painted red
nails.
More than once, a waitress stopped by and asked me if I needed
anything. I told them no, I was waiting for a friend. I’m sure I must
have looked awfully nervous, scared even, and the workers seemed to keep
glancing at me. It was almost as if the knew.
Patiently, I sat there, waiting for my Mistress to show up. I kept a
close eye on the walkway outside leading up to the restaurant. I had a
very good description of her, and I knew what she would be wearing, so I
knew I would have no problem spotting her.
At around 12:15 pm, I began to wonder if perhaps I was at the wrong
Denny’s. I tried to think back to when she told me to meet her, and now, I
wasn’t so sure that this was the one she met. Finally, around 12:30 pm, I
got up and asked the man at the counter if there were any other Denny’s
nearby. He said that there was.
Now I was almost paralyzed with fear. If I showed up at the wrong
Denny’s, I would almost certainly never be allowed to hear from my Mistress
again, and that really scared me. To say I was a little indecisive at that
moment would definitely be an understatement. I decided to wait a little
while longer before admitting that I made a mistake.
At 12:55 pm, after I had been fidgeting there for 1 hour and 10 minutes
already, I saw her. She was walking up the walkway towards me, and I
instantly knew it was her. I got up and held the door open for her. She
strolled past me and went directly to the counter, and I followed her
inside. Soon, we were seated at table, facing each other.
“You waited for me”, she said. “Good. You passed your first test.”
Although she was not beautiful, she had a lovely smile, and the power and
confidence that she radiated strongly attracted me to her. I felt myself
becoming even more submissive just by being near her. “Of course, I kept
you waiting on purpose.”
We were seated at a table in the corner, and at the table next to us, a
couple sat about five feet away. I squirmed as my Mistress talked, hoping
our neighbors couldn’t hear what she was saying. Although I desperately
wanted to take in every detail of Mistress R., my eyes just naturally
seemed to focus on the table between us. I couldn’t bring myself to look
up into her eyes. I kept my hands under the table, where I played with
them nervously.
A waitress appeared and interrupted us, and without asking me what I
wanted, Mistress ordered for both of us. She ordered an iced tea for
herself and a piece of pie for me. While she was doing this, I took the
chance to glance under the table to admire her feet, ankles, and legs. She
was wearing a pair of low heeled shoes that showed up almost all of her
feet. The waitress left and she caught me looking at her feet.
“Look at me,” she said. I jumped, then slowly brought my gaze up until
I was looking directly looking at her. I couldn’t make eye contact with
her for more than a few seconds, and my eyes kept looking elsewhere. “Why
don’t you put your hands on the table?”, she said softly.
I did as she said, my hands now resting out in the open. I thought I
caught one of our neighbors glancing at my nails. I was so embarrassed,
and I desperately wanted to yank my hands back down into my lap, but I
couldn’t. I glanced up at Mistress, and she was smiling. She seemed
pleased.
“So,” she continued, “you like Star Trek, do you?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t believe how small my voice sounded. How did she
make me sound like that? I realized that it was the very first time I had
spoken since I had met her.
“Do you remember that episode of the Next Generation”, she asked. “The
one on the planet that was ruled by women?”
“Yes,” I replied. Why did her voice sound so loud? I glanced over at
the other couple, and I could almost swear that they were listening.
At that moment, we were interrupted by the return of our waitress with
our order. She set our food down, and I saw her do a double-take at my
hands, which were still out on display. If I didn’t happen to be so
embarrassed at the moment, it would almost have been funny.
I looked down, staring at the pie Mistress had ordered me. Suddenly, I
was so humiliated, I just wanted get out of there. Even as that thought
occurred to me, I knew that I would never leave. I was hooked. All of
this, including the humiliation, I realized, was something that I needed.
Even more than that, I needed the chance to serve and please a woman like
Mistress R., who easily took control of me the way I seemed to need.
I thought about eating my pie, but almost instinctively, I knew that I
should wait. Mistress R.’s voice brought me back to the topic at hand.
“Did you like that episode?”
“Yes”.
“I thought it was very good, too. I liked the thought of a planet
where the women are stronger than the men.” Now, there was no denying it.
The couple next door WAS glancing over at us, and I just knew that they
were hearing everything. “Of course, that is exactly the way it should be.
Don’t you agree?”
“Yes.”
She smiled again, then an uncomfortable silence fell between us. I
couldn’t bring myself to look at her, but I could feel her eyes on me,
almost as if she was appraising me. I tried my best to hold still and to
not look to nervous, but I realized that I was shaking all over.
“You may have a bite now.”
With a quivering hand, I picked up my fork, my red nails clearly
visible now, and ate a small bite. It occurred to me that I wasn’t the
least bit hungry. Sitting across from me, Mistress watched me closely. I
finished the bite and set the fork back down.
Suddenly, she stood up. “We are going now,” she said. “Leave a tip.”
With that, she walked out of the restaurant. I had to run and find our
waitress, get the check from her, then pay it at the counter. I got
outside and ran to catch up, reaching her just as she got to her car. She
got out her keys and gave them to me. “You will drive”. I opened the
passenger door for her and she got in. Soon, I was sitting in the driver’s
seat.
“Take me to your apartment”, she ordered…

After passing through the U.S. border which was guiding us along our way
to New York — the city of opportunities, I ordered her to stop at a gas
station, I took her to the restroom, unbuttoned her pants, lowered them, and
then inserted a butt plug — gliding it against her clit — nice and smooth
while I cleaned up the excess of Jelly… Then kissed her bum and gave her a
slim sexy skirt which exposed her beautiful legs. As we left the restroom a
couple of men waiting for their own woman to come out commented on her legs.
They wished they could enjoy her for at least the evening. I felt proud.
Mina’s beautiful cheeks turned pink as she blushed. She passionately kissed
me on the lips as I felt the juices beginning to flow between my legs.

Our journey continued… and we eventually reached destination. As the
doorman at the Penta greeted us, and took our bags I couldn’t help but notice
him staring at Mina’s exposed bum. I felt jealous as well as proud. It was a
funny feeling. I am a woman after all…

The day was turning into late afternoon — Friday night in New York City.
I ordered Mina to prepare our bath. She did as requested. When I reached the
marbled floor of the bathroom, she was kneeling down in the sumptuously
decorated room.

She kissed my bare feet for a while, massaged my lower legs. We caressed
one another’s naked bodies, touched our hardened nipples, and tasted them…
When I then removed her butt plug I was greeted by her relaxed orafice primed
for my dildo. We entered the bathtub, and I put my fingers into her open
hole. She was in heaven. She proceeded to massage my body completely with her
sensuous mouth, her tongue gliding over all my sensitive areas. When I had
had enough I took her out of the tub, took her to the bed and proceeded to
manacle her with my furry cuffs, her bum exposed. I couldn’t resist awarding
her at least twenty strokes with my bare hands. Then caressed the heat coming
out of ass cheeks with my tongue. I took a drink out of the mini-bar, and
while drinking I rubbed some on her bare chest and then tasted the alcohol. A
little more spanking, and she was even hotter. It was time for me to tease
her some more. Taking out my dildo I slid the soft rubber against her clit.
She began to moan with my movements, her heavy breathing served only to
aroused me even more. She achieved her orgasm with her entire body was
quivering, then she released a golden shower.

I presented my clit to her mouth. Now it was my time to have more fun. I
ordered her to put three fingers into my vagina as she lapped my juices away.
I was in Heaven… I called her sweet names. She was my “Candy Teddy, my Sex
Kitten, my Slut”, whatever she was, she was heaven to me. My orgasm was
tremendous. She drank my juices, and I kissed her wet face — tasting myself.

We caressed each other for a while. A caress which meant “thank-you” to
my slave. I took her out shopping for a while. We bought her a beautiful
Victorian corset for some waist reduction. It suited her so much. She
thanked me and then expressed that her existance was only for me. That was a
great satisfaction for a Mistress.

After eating in Tempo, an expensive Italian restaurant, where many men had
admired us, we went on to have a drink at the Hilton and listen to the pianist
playing the forgotten tunes of yesterdays.

The next morning we woke up with light caressing our nude and tangled
bodies. It was time to go and join the convention members. We met and
exchanged ideas with many others there from around the world who were also
shared our interest in S&M.

That night as were dressing for the Ball, we assisted one other with our
royal outfits. I was wore a black velvet gold trimmed dress, suited for a
Princess, and Mina had worn a beautiful pink dress, reminding me a young girl
going to her Ball Debutante.

When we made the royal entrance to the big ballroom, practically everyone
turned to catch a glance of us. Most had worn latex, rubber or leather.
However, no one was like us. We made our Royal Statement. The whole night we
danced, met more people into the scene, and exchanged addresses. Than we went
to Vaults, a very bizarre S&M club in New York, unique it’s own way. Many
commented about my beautiful slave girl. Besides Mina, I had trained a few
others there.

Early Saturday morning we returned to our hotel, made passionate love and
then fell asleep in each other’s arms until the check out time. I woke up
earlier than her to watch her sleep in the morning light. God, she was
beautiful…

“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.

While kneeling behind her I pulled her delicious ass up to my
cock. I shoved my shaft all the way up into her tight little cunt.
I leaned over her body and reached around in front of her and
grabbed her by her nipples. Linda started getting aroused and
started to hump my cock with fast hard thrusts. Diana sat up from
resting and started to lick my balls as I rammed my cock-meat up
into Linda’s hole. I could feel my muscle contracting getting
ready to deliver another load of my cream into her slick, juicy
cunt. I felt that terrific involuntary clamping down of my muscle
as it started pumping out my jism into her. Diana heard me
grunting and grabbed my balls tightly as I felt my muscle pulsing
as it pumped several streams of come into Linda.
I went wild with relief as each contraction hit me.
Time seemed to halt for moment the as I basked in the sheer delight
of feeling my cream being pumped thru my cock to spurt into
I held my cock in her afet I stopped and let it go soft.
My cock started contracting as I calmed down and it slowly
slid out of her even-now delicious feeling cunt. We all collapsed
there on the bed to rest and take a nap. But I wanted to stay awake
until after they both fell asleep as the bindings were still attached
to the bed! “Revenge” would be mine!

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.

Lesson One has been learned the hard way. “Restrain yourself
in the presence of your Mistress”. If you had wanted me to pleasure
you I would have been told to do so. I overstepped my bounds, and
will work to control myself in the future.

The collar around my neck feels strangely comfortable. I am
pleased that you thought I have served someone before. Truth is you
are the first woman I have let fully dominate me. I could easily
pick the lock and free myself from its constraint, but I do not want
to. For some reason that I have yet to fathom, I do not want to
breach your trust. I have so much to learn about pleasing a woman
and I know that you will teach me well.

I have trouble sleeping. My cock aches for relief, and as much
as I feel like masturbating I don’t. I remember back to one of the
earliest messages I recieved from you on the board. It is no longer
my cock it is yours. Somehow I feel relieving myself will be
breaching your trust. I am confused as to why that is so important
to me. When sleep finally overtakes me, I find myself reliving the
events of the day.

It is Saturday morning and my sleep is broken by a phone call
from you. I am to be at your house at 5pm sharp, not sooner, not
later. I am to clean the house, do the laundry that is in the
basket and be prepared to show you what redeeming domestic value I
have.

I clean up and get to the task at hand. At 5pm sharp, I arrive
at your house with my bag of goodies. As soon as I enter I remove
my clothes and hang them in the closet. I put on the apron I
purchased to protect myself as I do my chores, and hope that you
will not disapprove of it.

I start dinner before setting to clean the house. The basket
of clothing that I was told to launder turns out to be all panties
and lingerie. I do not dare risk washing them in the machine, so I
set to the task of hand washing them all. I hang them in the
bathroom and pray that they will be dry before you return home. I
have no doubts that panties drying in the shower will be
unacceptable.

I set the table for one. Tonight you will dine by
candlelight. I have prepared a simple dinner, french onion soup au
gratin, a small salad, fresh bread, white wine and for desert
chocolate ice cream and cappocino, but hope you will approve. In
front of your place setting there is a single red rose, in a bud
vase. On the plate is a small gift wrapped box.

I am rather pleased with myself, until the front door opens and
I remember the lingerie hanging to dry. You call my name and I am
removing my apron as I come to you. I can tell that you are pleased
by what you see, but my face has given away that I have done
something wrong.

You pull me to you and kiss me on the cheek. “Perhaps, little
boy, I will keep you after all. Wait here while I see what you have
accomplished.”

You return without saying a word about the bathroom. “You may
serve dinner, now.” I help you with the chair and you notice the
gift. Opening it you find a leather leash. You smile and reach out
to give my cock a gentle stroke, and I know that it is going to be a
long night.

“Stay perfectly still, little boy, and you’ll be just fine,”
I whisper in your ear, followed by a quick tounge flick. I then
sit on your lap — you sense what feels like a leather skirt –
and rest one arm over your shoulder while my other hand is
stroking your thigh and hip — avoiding your very rigid penis. I
gently press my cheek to yours and say, “You did pretty well for
a boy except you didn’t put ‘hospital corners’ on the bed so I’ll
have to punish you for that. Mrs. Schueler next door said that
she saw you take out the trash wearing only a dish towel over
your crotch. She liked what she saw, and so do I. Come, time to
have a bit of fun!”

I hop up off your lap and order you to get on your hands and
knees. You do as you are told and instinctively spread your legs
wide apart. “Very good, Slave, I see you’ve done this before,”
say right before a on your buttocks. “What do
you say, Slave?”

“Thank you, Mistress, may I have another!”

“ Thank you, Mistress, may I have another!”

“ Thank you, Mistress, may I have another!”

“That’s enough for now, slave. When you come back tomorrow,
I will expect everything to be perfect or you’ll wish you were’nt
here. Now, close your eyes as I remove the blindfold. It’s
about time you saw your Mistress, who you will be serving.”

I stand in front of you and remove the blindfold. I tell
you to open your eyes and slowly rise and behold me. First thing
you see when you open your eyes are my black leather (low heel)
shoes and black stockings. As you rise to your knees, you follow
my stockings up until they stop about two inches below my black
leather miniskirt but my black silk garters bridge the skin gap.
As you rise to your feet you see my slim, bare midriff between my
skirt and a tight-fitting knit black long sleeve halter top with
a crew neck. You see my nipples pressing against the fabric at
the tips of two beautifully shaped breasts. Your eyes wander up
to my face and gaze at my wavy shoulder-length light brown hair,
my two deep blue eyes, my petite nose, and my very kissable lips.
You are in awe of my angelic face on an angelic body dressed like
a harlot. I break your blank gaze at me by snapping the black
latex gloves off my hand and tossing them aside.

“What do you think,” I snarl.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh…” You babble.

“Shut up, slave, and put your hands on top of your head,” I
growl.

You wonder how such a sweet looking thing like me can take
such command over you instead of the other way around. I toss
your shirt at you from behind and order you to put it on. I then
come up behind you and attach a heavy leather belt around your
waist and buckle it in back with the click of a padlock. I then
buckle leather bonds to your wrists and padlock them to the rings
on their respective sides of the belt. To finish off the package
I attach a collar around your neck and lock it into place with a
little silver lock. I take you to a full length mirror so you
can admire yourself.

I can tell you like what you see because your cock is
standing straight out and jiggling away. “Slave, lay on the
floor on your back!” I command.

You have a bit of trouble but you manage it without damaging
the goods. I then straddle your head so you can see right up my
short miniskirt. I ask you what you see. You reply black
panties. I tell you they are black leather panties complete with
little cilia inside tickling my lips and twat. I tell you that
whenever I walk, sit, or even move my lower body, those little
cilia do their little dirty work on me. I tell you that someday
you will have the privilege to remove those panties and take over
for those little cilia but until that time you must prove to me
that you are as good as those little cilia. Since obviously
housework isn’t your speciality, I expect you to have a
speciality which will make my home life easer PLUS be able to
have my house perfectly clean or else your little friend between
your legs will never know what is under these panties.

I stand away from you and order you on your stomach. Again,
you have difficulty but only slightly damage the goods because it
kept getting in the way. You finally get into position with your
dick hanging between your spread legs. I unlock the belt and
wrist cuffs. I then order you to your feet. You stand before me
looking so crestfallen because you’re not getting any pussy
tonight.

“Aww, poor baby. Just to encourage good behaviour, I want
you to hold me close,” I purr. I put my arms around you with one
hand firmly grasping your ass while you slip one hand under my
top while the other pats my buttocks. We kiss passionately as we
trade tounges and our lips lock. I’m so busy kissing you and
feeling your ass that I don’t feel your hand sliding down my ass
and pull up slightly on my skirt and then tickle the crotch of my
panties.

“YOW!!” I squeal, jumping away from you but falling on my
face because your hand got caught in my hem. “Why you dirty
little boy! I’ll show you!” I laughingly scream. I order you up
against the wall on your back. I get out a sheer condom and a
big, fluffy feather.

I put the condom on you and then tell you that I’m gonna
show you how that felt. I take the feather and tickle your cock.
We’re both laughing to tears as you and your cock jiggle
violently while I’m tickling your friend. When you finally cum,
I remove and dispose of the cum filled condom as you lean against
the wall to rest. When I return I have regained most of my
composure and only have a big grin on my face.

“You are so beautiful and wonderful, Mistress,” you say
while giving your cock a rubdown.

“Get out,” I exclaim.

“What?”

“Get out. Don’t forget to come back tomorrow with cleaning
skills and some other domestic skill.”

“What about my pants and this collar?” you whine, your
laughter ceased.

“I have to punish you somehow. Your punishment is to go home
pantless and wearing a dog collar. Be thankful I don’t make you
go home totally naked with you hands cuffed in front of you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” you say heading for the door. But just
before you go over the threshold, I decide that maybe you should
go totally naked. You take off your shirt and head out to your
car and go home.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, Slave,” I snarl to myself.

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.

She slid one hand down under my buttocks and lifted me several
inches off the floor to plant a kiss on the end of my nose.
“Isn’t that right, Baby Buns? Tell my friend Jeannie what you
are to me.”