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Mistress
Maria and meat were wrapped in each other’s arm nuzzling and caressing, while
warming themselves by the flickering light of the log
fire. The snow had begun to fall four
hours after the sun had set and an ankle-deep blanket of powdery white covered
the patio.
The mistress
studied his bare feet. The soles swept
from toe to heel in a graceful arch.
Each toe had a pliable bottom pad and a wisp of short hair on top. The skin looked soft and seemed so
exposed. Bare feet signaled his
submission to her. Her slave never wore shoes around the house — his idea;
though, she would have ordered it if she had thought of it. Every morning before first light, he fetched
the newspaper for her, padding barefoot down the 300-foot-long, gravel and
asphalt drive to the street and back —regardless of spring rains, burning
summer sun, or when autumn frost shimmered on the lawn.
She slipped
her hand into meat’s pants. He never
wore underwear. Her fingertips touched
his soft, warm cock. She felt her toy
begin to harden and grow. Meat closed his eyes and she wished she could feel
what he was feeling.
“Take off your
clothes,” she ordered, withdrawing her hand.
Meat
opened his eyes, pushed himself first to a sitting position. Then he stood
before her. He pulled the T-shirt over
his head from the bottom up, then unfastened his
jeans, let them drop to the floor then stepping out of them. He was tall and especially dark-skinned for a
Scandinavian with a light touch of hair on his chest and a cluster of curly
pubic hair around his cock and balls.
Once she had thought about shaving his crotch smooth to find out if the
savory taste of his cock extended to his balls and surrounding flesh. It would also be convenient, she thought, not
to have to pluck the occasional annoying pubic hair off her tongue.
“I want you in
cuffs and collar, and bring me the bag,” she commanded.
He turned
without speaking and left the warmth of the fire. She watched the muscles of his ass flex and
release as he walked away from her. He
was very sexy when he was naked. She felt her crotch throbbing.
If he had been
delicious before, when he returned wearing his spiked collar and thick wrist
and ankle cuffs, she had to press her thighs together to control her urge to
pull him down on top of her.
“Open the
bag,” she ordered.
He obeyed,
then set down the bag in front of her and without being told turned his back to
her with wrists positioned for her to lock them together. She fished a tiny, golden padlock out of the
bag, pulled together the chrome and steel rings attached securely to each wrist
cuffed and locked his wrists together behind his back. He turned to face her again. His cock was
bobbing up and down as if it new what she had in mind.
She fished
into the bag again. This time she pulled
out a chrome and steel ring as big around as a cock, with a dark, leather thong
tied to it. The thong looped around the
thickness of the thick ring and its too ends dangled
down about nine inches. She position the
ring against his belly where the base of his penis attaches, then let the two
ends of the thong dangle along each side of his cock and scrotum. Pulling the two ends of the thong together,
she crossed them behind his ball sack in a simple knot. Then grasping an end in each hand, she
roughly pulled the knot tight.
meat gasped.
Mistress Maria
smiled inwardly, satisfied that the thong encircling her slave’s scrotum was
taut enough. She wrapped the thong
around the front of his balls, crossing the ends, then
circling the scrotum again and again until just enough of the thong ends were
left to tie a secure knot. When she was
done his scrotum was tightly wrapped with the tough leather lace and his
scrotum was stretched tight tiny drum skins over the two egg-shaped nuggets of
his testicles.
Next, she
extracted from the bag a thin, strong chain with steel rings at each end. One end she padlocked to the stout chrome and
steel ring now attached to his genitals by the leather thong. The other end she threaded through the large
steel ring attached to his collar at the Adam’s apple, then clipped the end of
the dog leash to it. She tugged on the
leash to test her work and could see the rig lift his cock and balls as she had
wanted.
Finally,
she lifted the weighted nipple clamps out of the bag. They were spring-wire clamps, hooked together
by a slender, but strong chain, and they had the strongest bite of any of the
clamps in the bag. Also, from the bag
she extracted the upside-down, leather “V” that
attaches to the ring of the collar.
Standing, she locked it in place on the collar, then
clipped a clamp to a pinch of flesh the size of a tongue tip on each of her
slave’s nipples. The “V” had clasps at
the end of each leather strap, which she hooked to each wire nipple clamp, not
only pinching his nipples, but also cruelly folding their tortured flesh up and
toward the spiked collar around his neck.
Mistress
Maria grasped the leather handle of the leash, raised it and tugged again. The leash raised the chain linking the nipple
clamps, tugging the clamps and forcing the slave to step forward to ease the
pressure. Her lead was complete. She could now walk him by the leash, which he
would have to follow to relieve the pain the clamps caused his nipples, and
when she pulled harder the leather thong would tighten around his balls. He would follow wherever she led him.
From
the bag she retrieved the zapper. The
zapper was a devilish device, shaped like a tennis racket, only instead of gut
strings it had row after row of parallel wires that could be electrically
charged from the batteries in its handle by merely holding down the button that
activated it. When discharged against
bare flesh, the jolt of the zapper flashed like a camera strobe and snapped
like a pair of clapped hands. Even the
most submissive slave usually needed to be securely restrained before the
zapper was applied to sensitive nerve endings.
The snap of a discharged zapper would invariably elicit a moan and often
would stimulate a shriek. She had
installed a pair of fresh batteries to be sure it would have maximum
effect. When meat saw the hated device
his eyes widened, but he had more respect for his mistress than to speak.
Digging one last time into the bag, Mistress Maria pulled
out a pair of dice. Then without
explanation, she dropped the pair into a deep ceramic bowl, and smiled into his
eyes so devilishly that her eyes sparkled.
“Now you’re ready,” she said. “Wait here.”
She left the room. When she
returned about five minutes later she was dressed for the outdoors in ski
jacket, snow boots, a stocking cap and gloves.
She took the leather leash handle in one of her gloved hands. Turning
toward the glass windows looking out onto the snow-covered patio, she led him
by the leash, sliding open the door, then stepping out onto the freezing patio
stone and into the ankle deep snow.
Along the edge of the covered swimming pool in the dark, they
walked. Not once did she turn to see how
he was doing, nor did she slow her pace when the leash pulled taut for a moment
until he stumbled faster to keep up with his mistress. But she enjoyed every
step of his discomfort – the drifting snowflakes that quickly melted when they
alighted on his warm flesh, footstep after barefoot step he took into the
glowing white, ankle deep snow. Her clitoris
throbbed with her arousal, and she craved the feel of his hard cock in her
belly. His cock would be even sweeter as
a pleasure delayed.
She didn’t turn to look at him until they reached the far
end of the patio where the thick round pipes in summer would support the diving
board.
“Put one foot on this side of this pipe and the other over
here,” she ordered.
He did as he was told.
She bent down and locked together his ankle cuffs with
another of the tiny padlocks. He would
be able to move a couple of feet forward and backward, limited by where the
ends of the 4-inch pipe were embedded in the swimming pool concrete.
Mistress Maria took the stocking cap off her own head and
pulled it down over his, pulling it down over his ears and eyes like a blindfold. “There that should keep your ears warm. Wait
here,” she said, giggling at her own joke.
She returned to the house.
When she came back she was carrying a stool, which she set in the snow
in front of him and planted herself on it.
“Here are the rules,” she said. “I don’t need to tell you this, but you are
forbidden to speak. There is only one
exception — one word, which I will explain to you in a moment.
“You will stay out here in the snow until you complete one
of two tasks I have devised for you. The
first task is to have an orgasm. The
second task is to ask for the zapper.
Which task you complete is up to you, but you will complete one of
them.
“Since you aren’t able to touch yourself, I don’t expect
you would ever be able to complete the first task, to reach orgasm without my
help. So your Mistress will help you.
You may use my lips and tongue to arouse yourself. I will sit right here in front of you with my
mouth open, all you need to do is bend forward as far as you can stretch to
touch my lips and tongue with the tip of your cock. As soon a you make
yourself cum, I will release your ankle cuffs and lead you back into that nice
warm house.
“As for the second task.
It’s for you to use as the key to getting back into the house if you
decide to give up on the first task.
Here’s how it works. You have my
permission to say one word at any time.
That word is ‘zapper.’ Just as
soon as you say the word, I will go back to the house. There I will role the dice three times and
take the highest role of the dice. Then
I’ll come back out here with the zapper.
“I’m going to hold the button down with the zapper in
front of you, and you’re going to zap your own cock as many times as the high
roll of the dice. I’ll count each zap for you.
“To make the task more challenging, you will observe the
discipline of silence. You may not use your vocal cords to make any kind of
sound until I give you permission to speak back in the house. If you break the discipline of silence,
voluntarily or otherwise, I’ll start over counting from Number One.
“Oh, by the way two more rules. Doubles on the dice doubles the number of
zaps. And, I’m not going to tell you how many times you must zap your cock
until you’ve completed them all.”
She thought she heard a slight moan, but couldn’t be
sure.
“You may start, then,” she said. “Task 1 I presume.”
She bent down to the height of his cock and opened her
mouth. Meat arched his back and thrust
out his cock, moving it from side to side searching for the elusive sensation
until the tip of his cock brushed up against her lips. Then he did moan and thrust, struggling to
plunge his swollen cock into her mouth.
But she kept her sweet lips and tongue tantalizingly at the edge of his
reach. She loved the feel of the soft
skin on the head of his cock when it brushed against her lips again and again
in its fruitless quest to find relief, and she had no intention of permitting
her slave to reach orgasm, no matter how desperately he tried.
She could see the goose flesh on his belly when he thrust
his cock unsuccessfully toward her mouth.
Yet he struggled on. After
several unfulfilled minutes, even the hot head of his engorged cock began to
feel cool to the touch. She knew that the deep snow would be feeling like fire
between his toes and beneath the soles of his feet. And still he struggled on.
Then, without warning he stopped. His hips pulled back and he whispered
“zapper.”
She giggled. “I
thought you loved to put your throbbing cock in my mouth more that,” she
said. “So, Task 2 it is.”
She stood up from the stool and forced herself not to run
back to the house. Let him get a little
more desperate, she thought devilishly.
Inside she shook the dice in her cupped hands. Then she
dropped the pair into the ceramic bowl.
They clattered and bounced around like droplets of water on a hot
griddle, then stopped. The first role
was a 2 and a 1. Disappointing. She rolled again. Double 4s. “Yes!” She blurted. The final role was 2 and 5. Double 4s it was. Sixteen zaps.
It would be a test of his submission to her.
She picked up the zapper and headed back to the far end of
the patio. Meat was shivering
heavily.
“Go quickly, slave and we’ll have you warm in no time,”
she said, then held the zapper far enough in front of his cock so he would have
to reach like he had in Task 1. “Whenever you are ready.”
Tentatively he arched his back and explored the cold air
with his swollen cock. She had been
holding the button on for almost a minute when his cock touched the wire
mesh. The spark flashed and snapped like
a dry twig. His hips jerked back
reflexively and he sucked air between his clenched teeth.
“One.”
He shook his hips, which made his cock swing from side to
side. Then he steeled himself, thrust his hips forward again, this time more
bravely. ZAP!
“Agh!” he blurted, yanking his hips back again.
“Silence!” she shouted.
“Start again.”
His cock touched the zapper. ZAP!
“One.”
He thrust his cock forward. Again, ZAP!
“Two.”
His cock was as big around as an unpeeled banana. ZAP!
“Three.”
He was breathing harder. Thrust. ZAP!
“Four.”
He began to pant. Thrust. ZAP!
Thrust. ZAP!
Thrust. ZAP!
“Five. Six. Seven.
I’m impressed. Let’s see you do that
again,” she cooed.
Thrust. ZAP!
Thrust. ZAP!
Thrust. ZAP!
Thrust. ZAP!
“Eight. Nine. Ten.
Eleven.”
He was panting hard, now. Then his cock began to pulse and
shoot sperm in long arching shots onto the zapper.
“Aaaaggggggghhhhh!” he groaned deep down in his throat as
he emptied his loins.
Thrust. ZAP! Spurt!
Thrust. ZAP! Spurt!
Thrust. ZAP! Spurt!
Thrust. ZAP! Spurt!
Thrust. ZAP!
“Silence!
Start over,” she commanded.
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