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Commissioned by Mistress Spider.
Written by slave 781-524-112.
1.First Contact.
A box arrives, delivered by the concierge, recorded delivery, needs a signature.
i have to sign for a package covered in pink wrapping paper, addressed to ‘sissy slave slut’ and then my real name, not my slave one.
Cocked eyebrow from the young lad as i sign somewhat embarrassed. i open the box, briefly examine the contents but it is tightly packed. Look for a letter of explanation. There is none.
Am i supposed to leave the contents in the box, wear them, what? Almost immediately the phone rings.
‘Put on the clothes and the rest, wait until you hear the door then do as you are instructed, say nothing. Failure to comply will cease our arrangement.’ A firm female voice. The Mistress i contacted last week
Click. Line dead. Hadn’t had time to formulate a question let alone ask one.
i reach into the box and root around in it but do not look, there are textures of metal, latex, lace, leather.
Stripping off my clothes, my cock hardens, my breathing quickens. i put on as much of the contents of the box as i can, but it is fairly obvious that some of the items i will need help with. How the hell am i supposed to comply if there is no way of doing it on my own?
The door bell rings, barely 30 minutes have passed since the phone call.
Shit, can’t answer the door like this who the hell is it? Three very firm thumps on the door, ‘Open the door, freak,’ says the masculine voice on the other side.
Christ, no argument there, i open the door to find a six foot plus black guy in an immaculate chauffeur outfit standing there, with a ‘don’t even fucking think about it’ look on his face.
Think about what? Dressed like this?
‘Turn away from me and kneel, you freak’, he orders.
i hesitate out of lack of comprehension rather than disobedience. Bad move. I am spun round and a foot hits the back of my legs and i am on my knees. My arms are ripped up behind my back and are clicked into the steel manacles attached to the contraption at my back that is fastened round my neck also. One question answered then
i am hauled up on my feet , jesus, i’m no little guy and i’m being slung about like a rag doll.
He marches off down the corridor towards the lifts, i am left in little doubt that I must follow, must remember not to speak but the door is open still. No matter, i follow anyway, hope that no-one decides to put their room service tray out just now for my sake and theirs.
We go down in the lifts, he has a name in my head, Shadow, he makes no noise as he moves, is obviously an athlete of some kind. Christ. The lift goes straight to the parking basement, where a jet black Range Rover sits, immaculately clean.
He opens the tailgate, it is kitted out in bars, presumably for a big dog. Next thing i know i’m in it. Cage locked, tailgate shut, the Rangie purrs off, big V-8 thrum going through my prostrate body.
Who is this woman?
2.Arrival
i sleep. What the…? How can I fall asleep in this predicament? Awake as the big 4x4 glides to a halt.
The tailgate opens and i am ushered out and on to my feet. My back is stiff, i try to stretch, but ‘Shadow’ whops me in the kidneys and pushes me up to the house door. ‘Move it, freak!’
The black door opens as we approach. i have a curious vision of approaching No 10 and wondering what they would make up of me turning up there, looking like this. Don’t think i would be let in, ha ha.
Whump! Another not-so-gentle dig in my naked back, just below the steel strap with my wrists fastened to it, elbows bent , useless.
‘Enter’.
A voice in the dark corridor beyond the door, female, but hard to tell wearing the leather hood. A quick assessment of the house, what i can see of it through the small eye holes. Georgian, big hall-way, heavy doors leading off it, ornamental staircase going upstairs just in front of me, opulent, classy.
‘Head down, slave!’ the voice says. Instinctively i look up to see the owner of the voice.
‘Fuck!’ i cry out, as my head snaps to the side with the force of the slap.
‘Are you deaf and stupid, or just one of those?’ The voice says in a calm tone, but with an under-
current of violence.
The steel collar connected to my wrists at my back is grabbed and my head is dragged forward viciously.
‘Embarrass me, slave, in front of my friends and you will wish you had never contacted me and arranged this…meeting.’
Friends!! Holy shit, I never said anything about other people! It was enough being dragged here by Basalt-Man. Now there are others?
i smell her breath, a hint of red wine, more than a hint of garlic. She’s not a vampire then at least. i think of some weird shit when i’m crapping myself.
‘Listen to me and listen well’, she continues, her face only inches from mine. ‘You asked to meet me for an evening of humiliation and servitude and that the choice of method would be my own. No pre-ordained, top-from –the-bottom scenario, but my choice as your master, you said’.
‘Well this is it, you stupid worm. You have bitten off a big mouthful of the unknown and very soon your night of fantasy will turn into a night of reality. Handle it and prosper, or wilt and flounder and be cast out. This is your only choice.’
What do i say? i didn’t expect this, a bit of slapping about and whipping, perhaps over her knee, but not this. What do I say? i’m not supposed to say anything anyway.
‘Come, worm,’ she leads me to one of the doors leading off the hall, ‘enter this room and remain within, no matter what, or do not enter and return to your hotel and wonder what might have been, forever. I shall order the taxi myself should you decide to wimp out.’
Taxi! Looking like this. For fuck’s sake, what sort of choice is that?
A choice, but not really a choice at all? She knows her stuff.
‘Your lack of a response indicates that you continue to follow my instructions and therefore are prepared to enter and progress. Excellent, you are brave aswell as stupid.’
And so, it begins, my ‘dream date with a Domme’.
God help me.
3.Meeting
My eyes are covered, with a flap on the hood, it is somehow, comforting…ostrich syndrome, what i can’t see can’t hurt me.
‘You must enter under your own volition, you will not be forced. Choose!’
One step in the dark, then two, then three, a pause, i am gently guided into the room by my crossed elbows.
Through the hood i barely detect the others, more a sense of feel rather than hearing, there is an expectant heat, somehow. It is hot actually, but that is good after all i am naked from the waist up and not exactly warmly clad below.
For whatever reason i kneel myself and feel the cuffs around my ankles being fastened to the steel manacles at the small of my back and in that one instant i am totally immobilised. No going back now, though in truth, it was never an option from the instant i set foot out of the hotel door.
‘Open your mouth, worm.’
i comply and a metal contraption is pushed in my mouth through the hood aperture, which is then expanded and my jaws are forced open uncomfortably. Then something fairly solid feeling is passed into my mouth and just short of the back of my throat and is then strapped behind my head. Tightly.
It is impossible not to work the gag in my mouth and it takes a while to relax with the obstruction and accept that i am going to drool like a lunatic. After a few minutes I finally relax and begin to listen intently while my skin feels hyper sensitive and seems to sense movement by the air flowing around the hairs on my arms and torso.
But not on my legs.
‘I like the stockings, a nice touch them being rubber,’ says a voice, another female.
‘But why pink for heaven’s sake?’ says another faceless voice, male this time though.
‘Does it get any more humiliating than pink rubber stockings and stiletto ankle boots?’ a third voice, another female, lighter this one, inquisitive. ‘on a man, at least.’
‘I think they are rather fetching, actually.’ Was that yet another female voice or one i’d heard already? ‘At least he didn’t have to shave his legs.’
A ripple of laughter stops suddenly.
‘This worm is my slut for tonight and is here for my amusement, not yours.’
‘You may, however, suggest methods of debasement and I will consider them, but only one each, so please decide wisely’
Mistress has spoken.
‘Can he go in the ball stock while we make up our minds, Mistress?’ One of the ‘ladies’ asks.
‘Very well, that would be acceptable, see to it, while I go and fix a drink.’
My ankles are released and i am lifted to my feet by someone, a few steps forward and i am nudged onto a plinth of some kind, i sense it by the click of my heels on wood. My pink lace knickers are pulled down unceremoniously and i feel fingers playing about with my tackle. Something cold and unyielding is clamped round my balls, if only they knew i actually love that feeling.
After a second or two though the clamp is yanked upwards and my balls are stretched up near my navel as the clamp is fastened solid at that height, insisting i lift onto my toes a little, pretty tough in high heels, especially for a bloke.
‘Good, strap his thighs to the upright and leave him.’ Mistress’s voice again. She is obviously calling the shots.
The room goes quiet as i stand and contemplate my fate, heels relaxing to the floor as my balls accommodate to the stretch
4. Beginning
Some time passes, hard to know how much, in complete silence, my balls are aching a little, but that doesn’t bother me, i writhe against the bonds to check their integrity perhaps but mainly to pull my sack some more. i am in control of that at least. Maybe that was the reason for strapping the thighs, to limit my movement. She doesn’t know me though, so how would she know i enjoy ball stretching?
In fact how did she know my shoe size and neck size come to that?
Then it dawns on me, she sent a form for me to mail back to her, brief likes and dislikes and some bodily dimensions. Thought it was a bit odd at the time. All makes sense now, maybe i am a bit thick.
i sense a body close by, hadn’t appreciated quite how much this hood dulls my hearing. Then i feel the gag move slightly, lifting my head upwards a touch.
‘Drink, worm.’
What? How do I dr….
Liquid enter s my throat through the gag, it must have a hole in it then, the liquid is warm, a little acrid, not pleasant. I shake my head only to have my leather clad cheek slapped hard again.
‘I said, drink, worm.’
The liquid continues into my throat, too deep an entry for my tongue, so hard to taste it properly and discern what it is. Is she drugging me? Jesus, i hope not, not into that shit. Anyway why would she need to i am here of my own free(?) will and am pretty well incapacitated anyhow? The gag must have some sort of tube on it, I guess.
The liquid stops draining into my throat, can’t say it exactly quenched my thirst, probably the whole idea.
‘Emm. How would you like this worthless, piss- drinking slut to begin its evening?’
What? Piss? Oh for crying out loud, that was the drink she was fixing; completely threw me off the scent. Ha, funny. If i’d have smelled it i would have known what the hell it was i was being force-fed. And done what?
‘I would like him to have his scrawny arse striped, Mistress.’ One of the female voices.
‘Slave M, you surprise me not one jot, you are predictable little bitch, aren’t you?’
Slave M? As in short for Emma, or an initial? Madelaine, Maria, sexy names. Margaret? Mildred? Ha, maybe not so sexy…..SHIT! What the..?
My arse explodes with pain. Sharp, stinging pain.
‘One’
i’m so busy fantasising about a female slave in the room with me and what her name is and forgetting about her request… JEEESUS!
‘Two’
That fucking well hurts! Thank goodness i can’t speak, or i would have sworn out loud, not sure that would have been a good idea.
‘Three’
My arse doesn’t hurt now, it’s my brain that is screaming, the pain is all consuming.
‘Four’
Across the tops of my legs, this time, i think. Hard to t…
‘Five’
‘Six’
i almost pass out. i have never felt pain like it, imagine falling over with my balls attached to, whatever it is they are attached to. The straps. Ah, now i understand.
Analysing, even in such distress.
‘You are a sadistic little bitch too, slave M. Not much warming up and compassion to a fellow slave, there, was there?’ Mistress again.
‘No Mistress. But I am well aware that should I not administer the cane strokes to your liking, I will feel them myself at some stage.’
‘’You will feel them anyway, you presumptuous imp. Now get on and give it four more, I want to see finger sized welts on its hide.’
By the end of the full ten, i am bent double over the ball stock and am blubbing in my hood, working on the gag in my throat with my teeth, all thoughts of the pee on it gone. What is my backside going to look like? Sitting down will be the least of my worries, how the hell will i explain it away?
‘Leave it to regain its composure, then unlock its pathetic testicles and then bring it to the horse, strap it down on its front and leave it there while the next debasement is decided. I shall go in the kitchen and fix myself a drink this time, hopefully of a little more mature and palatable vintage this time.’
5. Preparation
‘Mistress, may I have a word?’
‘Of course V, I assume it is your scenario you wish to discuss.’
Mistress listens seemingly absent-mindedly before speaking.
‘Very well, send in Slave M please.’
M appears in the kitchen as instructed.
‘Listen carefully, M. I want that worm in there prepared for Lady Victoria. Unfasten its arms and neck from the shackle collar, put the wrists in the cuffs on the horse legs for the moment. Put one of the ball hooks in its arse, make sure the waist strap is tight enough and padlocked closed so the ball cannot come out. The inch and a half one should fit but ideally the two inch one. Lube it well, do not break its sphincter yet.’
A pause while Mistress takes a sip of her red wine.
‘Find the big ball weight, it has shown itself to be responsive to some ball-stretching . Fasten it with the allen keys and be sure the bolts are tight as you can make them.’
Lady V leans forward to whisper in Mistress’s ear.
‘Hm, very well,’ Mistress mutters , ‘M. Make sure the weight has the eye hooks fitted to it.’
‘V, perhaps you could bring your stud in so he can help’
After he struts in the kitchen, Mistress continues, giving him a disapproving look.
‘M, make sure you lock its ankle boot straps, I notice it neglected to do that itself. Before you let it off the horse, flog its back. I want no white skin showing between the waist strap and the neck, ok?’
‘Go easy round the kidneys, but lay it on hard on the upper back and shoulders’, should it pass out, make sure it doesn’t choke. I do not want a dead worm in the house.’
‘After it is suitably coloured, take out its gag and the spreader, put a posture collar on it, keep it fairly loose so it can breathe easily. If it speaks, throw it out of the house.’
‘Unfasten its arms from the horse, tie them into the long leather arm binder, good and tight, then free its legs and take it down into the basement. Leave its hood on for the time being.’
Glancing disparagingly at the man, Mistress continues, ‘If it struggles while you are preparing it, throw it out of the house. If it speaks, throw it out of the house, if it shows reluctance to follow…’
‘Yes, yes, I get the message,’ he replies, looking somewhat bored with proceedings.
‘Very well, smart-arse, get it done then. When it is in the basement wait for me. ‘Mistress turns away and ushers Lady V further into the kitchen.
‘V, I really don’t care if he has a cock like a horse or if he can keep it up for a week, if he speaks to me like that again he won’t have a cock anymore. Deal with him. He may well be of use later, but I will not tolerate that attitude from any lowlife male scum, understand?’
‘I shall speak with him now and deal with him later. My apologies. He will not embarrass me again.’
Just as Lady V leaves the kitchen, she turns back to her friend, ‘he has you know and he can!’ Giggling, she then leaves and disappears to supervise the preparations.
6. Exercise
It occurs to me that i am so far out of my depth here that i may drown without a trace. My mind is in a blur, i have no time reference, the skin on my back is hot and smarting, my calves are beginning to ache as i stand in these heels. How high were they? Five inches? Six? It is irrelevant, they are a struggle to stand in.
My shoulders are sore as they are pulled behind my back. i cannot move my arms other than to push them away from my back, but that hurts my shoulders more. It is a relief to be able to breathe through my mouth and swallow normally again but the hood is getting on my nerves as it pushes my nose flat. My neck is stiff too, cannot turn it at all or move my head up or down.
Not entirely sure where i am now, whether i am in the same room as i was, or what. i vaguely remember some steps and arms holding me steady, one set gentle, the other set not remotely gentle.
Clumping of high heels announces the arrival of someone. One or two, hard to tell, only just able to hear anything. Have they put ear plugs inside this hood, now?
i am pushed forward, a slight step up, calves scream in complaint briefly. Standing still again, i feel some fiddling going on around my body, just brief movements , a tug here, a push there. Then nothing for a moment.
i sense a vibration through my feet and then the floor moves. Shit, what’s happening. Instinctively i step forward to keep my balance. Then the hood is ripped from my head. Bliss.
But wait. i still can’t see. Have these bastards blinded me? For fuck’s sake, this was supposed to be a fantasy date with a dominatrix not a ….
It’s dark. What a dick, there are no lights on in the room. Blinded….oh, wait the floor is moving faster, i begin to walk. Ouch! What the… Too many sensations, my balls are being pulled, so are my nipples. i walk faster, again by instinct to relieve the strains, sure enough the pullings cease, but then my hands move upwards behind my back, hurting my shoulders.
After a few seconds i seem to find an equilibrium, hands stay at my back, nipples not being pulled. My balls, though, they are pulling like crazy, they must be weighted, they are slapping on my thighs and i feel the steel.
Feel the steel! Good title for something; a book, a heavy metal album, that faggot from Judas Priest, Rob Halford was it? He would like….SHIIIT!!
The floor is moving faster still, i barely stay upright as it speeds up. i’m on a treadmill. As i stumbled i noticed a pull on the thick collar round my neck. It hurt and shocked me out of my mental rambling.
i am now at a brisk walk, trying to balance between not ripping my tits off and keeping from straining my shoulders. My balls pull tight as i fall behind the motion along with my nipples but then stop slapping on my thighs. Soon as nipples and balls go slack, the weighty thigh- slapping restarts.
And my calves. It was hard standing in these heels, but that was easy compared to walking in them at this speed. There is something metal banging on my ankle bone through the leather too. Chains? No, i would trip. Locks, yes a padlock on the strap around the top of the ankle boots, there were some locks in the box but i couldn’t decide where they were supposed to go when Shadow came knocking.
My brain tries to take stock of my body’s predicament as it seemingly scans itself. What did they used to ask for in Star Trek? ‘Computer, conduct a level 4 diagnostic’ Something like that.
The level 4 diagnostic of my body begins to unravel its status.
Head. Immobilised with heavy collar, appears to be attached to something high up so when balance is lost, the body is prevented from falling.
Torso. Back smarting, hot. Nipples pulling from the front. Balls? Well that’s been ascertained already.
Tight leather belt round the waist, something metal going down between my arse cheeks to…what? Not sure. ‘Unable to determine at this time,’ would be the computer’s response. Majel Barrett’s voice crystal clear in my head.
Limbs. Arms pulled back, elbows feel like they are nearly touching (they are not even close actually)
Legs, free moving, calves stretched in those boots, very hot as they are still encased in rubber.
i am starting to sweat, i vaguely hear a beeping noise, some laughing, maybe. Then the shoes clump back from whence they had come, up some stairs maybe? i am alone. With my pain!
7. Aftermath
‘No, V, twenty minutes is plenty, it will hang itself if we leave it much longer. Get M to check it’s still upright regularly.’
Mistress finishes her wine while lounging on the chaise longue in the drawing room, her long leather skirt draped over her silk-clad legs, boots showing beneath the skirt as she crosses her legs. Starched white blouse blossoming out of the black leather bustier beneath it.
‘When the timer reaches twenty minutes the machine will slow gradually over a five minute period and then will stop altogether. It will seem like forever until it stops.’
‘Then if you wouldn’t mind taking him off the treadmill and have him fastened to the cross on the back wall, face out. Please do not let him see anything yet, if you require the lights please make sure his eyes are covered first.’
‘No problem, I’ll get M and my boy to sort it.’ Lady V replies and begins to rise.
‘Tori, I would prefer for you to attend to it, I do not trust your stunt cock and M is about as gentle and compassionate as a shark. It needs a little wind down time. It is my turn next and it will need its fortitude.’
Lady Victoria rises, knocks back her vodka and heads off back to the basement, followed by Mistress’s eyes.
‘I really don’t know how the hell you wear that get-up all day, V.’
‘You have your style, I have mine, dear. I would look a sight in your governess gear and the hair would be way too severe for me.’ Lady Victoria flicks back her long blonde locks and laughs.
‘Yes, and my fat ass wouldn’t fit in those pants and boots, is that what you mean?’ Mistress giggles. A moment of mutual teasing that neither would tolerate from anyone else on the planet.
‘Let me know when it’s ready, please, darling.’
8. Disrespect.
Finally the treadmill cuts its speed, i guess there would have been a warning beep but i wouldn’t have heard it what with the blood pounding in my ears.
Haven’t felt like this since i used to punish myself on the rowing machine for half an hour at insane speed, drawing aghast looks from others in the gym as i near rolled off the thing at the end in a heap.
Why won’t it fucking stop. My calves are screaming, my nipples feel like they have been ripped off, my balls might be down by my knees by now, so much of me aches i can barely recognise the individual sources. Don’t think I’ll ever set foot on one of these things again. Not of my own free will anyway.
It stops. Abruptly. My arms nearly pull out of their sockets and i fall forward as i momentarily continue walking. i half strangle myself again as i just about manage to regain my footing, and finally am stationary, sweating like a rapist.
Just about manage to make out a voice issuing instructions then something is pulled over my head and a light flickers on, though I can still see nothing.
‘Amazing, really, two dog leads and some string can cause all that suffering. Fancy some of that, my sweet?’ Lady V asks her boy.
‘He made a big deal out of a little walk, if you ask me, fucking wimp. Hope I don’t get like that when I’m his age.’
‘You might not get to his age if you don’t watch your language and your attitude. Speak to Mistress again like you did upstairs and they’ll find you bobbing about in a black bag in the Thames. That’s the only warning you’re going to get. You may think you have an elevated status because of your… ‘attribute’.. but trust me, a 9 inch cock on a corpse impresses no-one.’
‘Now get him off there, get that binder off and get him strapped to that cross behind you, face him into the room, keep the bag over his head and leave him be for a little while. The ball weights can come off but the butt plug stays where it is, so don’t be thinking you can fuck him on the sly when no-one’s looking.’
‘Slave M, watch this one doesn’t step out of line. I need a cigarette. I shall be back momentarily.’
Lady V, turns and heads back towards the stairs, her leather covered backside wiggling sexily as she walks.
‘Good job she’s such a hot fuck, or I’d be outta here. Bossy cunt.’
‘You are pushing it, fella, if she heard you talking about her like that you would be grateful to be in a bag in the river.’ Slave M turns in disgust and begins to prepare the cross.
9. Vulnerable
I heard nothing of this exchange, too busy trying to regain my breath and composure. Ha, think composure may take a while longer.
Pretty soon i am leaning slightly backwards on wooden beams of some kind, ankles fastened apart, arms above my head, spread-eagled. It is pure relief having my arms apart rather than squeezed tight behind my back, my shoulders are killing me though.
i relax, slump down in the bonds to take the weight off my calves and feet. That’s better, my balls are free if a little sore, all in all not too bad.
‘M, look at this.’ V’s toy boy says quietly in his slight American drawl, nudging Mistress’s slave forward by her bare arm.
‘What is it, is he okay?’ she enquires.
‘I think the fucker’s asleep, look he’s slumped down and I’m sure I can hear him snoring. His head can’t go nowhere in that collar so it’s hard to tell.’
‘Leave him then, Mistress wants him to rest apparently.
‘Fuck that, anybody would think it’s a goddamn summer camp.
My balls explode in agony and i erupt into wakefulness. Tears gush into my eyes and I slam my head back into the wooden frame and shriek.
‘That’ll fucking teach him, the wimp, who the hell falls asleep in a dungeon.’ Toy Boy’s male voice penetrates the pain.
‘For God’s sake, man, there’s no need to kick him in the bollocks, Mistress said….
‘Oh fuck her orders, he’s not hers he’s just a dumb jock who showed up for the thrill.’
‘What on earth is going on down here?’ It is Lady V. ‘You were told to let him rest, now leave him alone, come upstairs and behave, do you hear me.’
’ Toy Boy mutters under his breath, ‘Yeah, I guess so. He won’t be sleeping for a while now though, not with his nuts in his throat.’ Not remotely loud enough for Lady V to hear though.
10. Deception
i have no way of knowing whether i am alone or being silently watched, either way i dare not fall asleep again. My balls feel like they have been kicked by a mule, my back aches as a result and suddenly my ‘comfortable’ position is anything but. The blood has drained from my arms and my shoulders ache again, but from a different perspective.
Eventually i hear a soft rustle and am conscious of breathing and movement. The bag over my head is wrapped with a cord round the posture collar and therefore while not tight round the neck it stops most of the light entering and certainly makes it impossible to see. It is fairly heavy too and no light gets through the fabric, perhaps it’s leather too.
Wait. What’s that? Instinctively i pull back from whatever is touching my cock, is that a good feeling or what? i can’t tell at first, so accustomed to being in pain, something pleasurable is almost the same sensation.
No, i think it’s nice, warm, tender, delicate…delightful. My cock begins to throb and fill out. It’s a mouth. Someone is sucking me, well licking me at least.
‘Do not speak, but nod if you can taste its cum. It has been dribbling, I see. Tut, tut, proper little slut’.
Mistress’s voice.
‘Good, continue. Get it hard but do NOT let it cum, do you understand, Boy?’
Oh Jesus, she is good, wait….boy? Oh Christ am I getting my cock licked by a bloke? I can’t be, I am not a queer, what is she doing to me, ….
‘Imagine it is your own cock and do what you would like done to you.’
‘Mistress, his wiener ain’t big enough to do what I like done to me.’ The male voice, from down below, plenty loud enough to hear.
‘Just get on with it and cease bragging, please.’
i can’t enjoy this, i hate blowjobs, well not really hate them, but never seen what all the fuss was about, maybe the blowers weren’t that great. This is good though, shit it’s a fucking guy, for God’s sake, I can’t enjoy it, it’s just, well, wrong.
The wee fella doesn’t think it is wrong though and for whatever reason is pretty soon as hard as a rock and almost ready to burst. The brain in my real head is horrified. My mouth betrays me though as I moan in ecstasy. Shit he is so good at this
Mistress whispers quietly to Lady V. ‘Right, my dear, remember how we discussed it, let him see what he needs to see.’
In the midst of my fast approaching orgasm my head is forcibly shoved down against the collar and the bag is pulled away from my face. A subtle light pervades the gap and i see a bronzed, sculpted back, muscled buttocks tucked beneath and a head bobbing up and down on my cock. A bald head! Then the head lifts and a second later a mouth meets my lips, the tongue pushing insistently into my mouth. i taste me, i guess, salty, sticky. i just glimpse a second figure kneeling close by, long hair across her face.
No sooner has it intruded but the tongue is withdrawn and the bag is closed about my collar and the feint light is gone. The sensation at my cock resumes, my cock head now being taken deeper into that warm mouth. i am going to cum, any second…
‘Pull her away Boy, quickly, she will make him cum, quick’ the other dominant female, Lady V, was it, is insistent.
‘Slave M, you almost went too far and spoilt it all’ Mistress is not cross, but sounds to have laughter in her voice.
It was a girl! A shaven-headed girl, thank God for that, I’m not queer then….
‘Now, V! Do it!’
In a fraction of a second my swollen cock head is pulled straight down, i barely feel a small scratch in my pee hole and then i hear a loud bang.
What was?….. oh FUUUUCK!!
i could not help but cry out as a sharp pain shoots through my cock end and i scream in shock. What the hell have they done to me.
I hear laughter, three female voices in near hysterical laughter.
‘Oh Mistress, that was too good, I nearly wet myself. I just wish we could have seen his face but then we would have spoiled the surprise.’
‘I told you it would be fun, V, pain and pleasure, interspersed with some psychological mucking about , it will have no idea what has happened to it.’
‘Fucking hell, you two, you just nailed his cock to a lump of wood and you think that’s amusing? I kicked the wimp in the nuts I know, but this is crazy.’
‘Lady V, if you do not keep your pet dog under control a nailed cock will be the least of his worries.’
‘Mistress, I am sorry. Really, he has much training to complete yet and is a little raw and …’
‘Enough. Another word from his lips and I shall call my man to have him removed. Permanently! Understood?’
‘Of course. Do you hear, bitch?’ Lady V grabs her stud’s long blond hair and spits out the word into his face with venom.
‘Yes, madam,’ a slight irreverent tone still pervading the voice, ‘I understand.
11. Realisation?
Did i just understand that correctly? My cock head has a nail through it?
They are fucking with my head, there is no way anyone would put a nail in someones’ privates. It was a bald girl sucking my cock next to a bloke pretending to be a girl.
Deception. The old magician’s trick, distract the mind, fool it into thinking one thing until it believes it is true, then the real truth is no longer credible.
They will have scratched it with something, I don’t know, what the hell they’ve done but no way have they done that. It actually doesn’t really hurt now, just a brief sharp pain and then nothing. They ‘ll have banged something at the same time to make me think they’ve really done it.
Bullshit! I’ve sussed them, very amusing. Pretty good actually, very convincing with the argument and everything. Phew. Quite exciting really.
‘Bastards’
Did I say that out loud?
12. Really?
‘Did it just speak?’
‘I thought he said ‘Bastards’
‘It better not have, or maybe we will nail its cock to the cross, eh worm?’ Mistress’s hot breath is perceptible through the bag even, very close, very, fucking scary.
‘I am sorry Mistress’
‘It spoke again!’ Incredulity in the voice this time.
‘What were your instructions worm? Say nothing. Do you believe it is all over now? The climax of the evening?’
‘It was a great ending but that does not mean you can behave as if it’s all finished. Time’s up, thanks Mistress, I’ll be off now. The three hundred quid’s in the envelope.’
‘Oh I think not.’
‘I am getting to enjoy your company too much to let you go just yet, worm.’
‘V?’
‘Yes, dear’
‘A word please and you two slave bitches, leave us now.’
Toy Boy and slave M disappear up the stairs, M’s total nakedness contrasting sharply with Boy’s very vanilla jeans and T-shirt.
‘V, be so kind as to pull the nail out of its dick and replace it with the BCR I gave you earlier, There’s a dear.’
With that Mistress turned sharply and followed the slaves up the stairs to the main house.
‘Not a bad evening so far, even if I do say so myself. Wicked, I am!’
13. Movement
Once more i am upstairs in the original room, thick carpet at my knees. i am still in the pink stockings and boots, but my ankles are attached to each other with a piece of heavy chain, no more than a foot in length, i would guess.
My head is on the carpet, the bag was replaced with some sort of partly rigid half hood so that my eyes are completely covered but my nose and cheeks and mouth are uncovered. i imagine i look a little like Batman. Except for the muscles and the fact that i am trussed up like a Christmas Turkey.
My wrists have heavy manacles on them, similar to those on my ankles but as they are tight on my wrists and not over the top of the leather boots they are tending to chafe somewhat. They are also fastened together, no slack to speak of and are in turn fastened to the ankle chain, again without any slack.
The result is that i have my arse stuck up in the air, my left cheek and shoulder are squashed into the carpet. It could be termed a stress position and it is doing its job just fine.
Something heavy is fastened round my cock and balls, i can feel it resting on my forearm, metallic i think, pulling on my sack and on my cock head.
My arse cheeks are smarting as at least two of the occupants of the room have been taking turns to thrash it, first with what felt like a wooden bat or a hair brush or something and then with a leather strap. Warm up, they said. Never dreamed of needing to warm up for a thrashing, wonder if my old headmaster used to do that before he went to work with his slipper. Never had the pleasure, fortunately, too much of a goody-two-shoes at school.
After the warm up, i got a cropping (knew by the sound of the clapper) then something similar to my initial beating (cane?) and then ten cuts with something i heard Lady V call a ‘single tail’. No idea what that was only that it made the rest of the implements seem like a warm-up themselves.
It was not just the pain on my now, no doubt, massacred butt cheeks but the wrap round of the whip into my thighs and belly. They still hurt now, some time afterwards, though how long ago i do not know.
My mouth is filled with a large ball, fastened round the back of my head and over the crown, a strap running up either side of my nose over the semi-solid mask.
i am also convinced there is something in my backside. A metal rod or something is lodged in my cheeks and goes up to the waist where it appears to be fastened to a leather waist belt. I only know this because when i tense my belly against the strap, the ‘rod’ moves. But it must be anchored down below and i have a horrible feeling it is in my guts. What with all the other stuff going on i have not really recognised the sensation. Well one wouldn’t, would one, not being in the habit of stuffing things in my backside.
I had a friend who was a nurse and he told me a guy came into casualty with a light bulb up his arse once. The doctor on duty was discussing how to extract it without breaking it, desperately trying to keep a straight face by all accounts. What if that’s what in me?
‘Ok, worm, up you get, lounging time over,’ Mistress is back.‘Time for you to do some work. Prepare it for service, slave M.’
Hands are free from my ankles and i try to rise to all fours. Bloody hell i am stiff, my neck is cricked and my back is creaking, knees making weird noises, arse burning……
‘Oof.’ i exclaim out loud as a naked foot kicks me in the belly.
‘Come on, we haven’t got all day Tinkerbell’
The voice light and girlie, not very old, must be slave M. Baldy. Sexy. Great little coc…
‘Uugh,’ Another kick, this time harder and with a laced boot leaving it’s imprint in my stomach.
‘Get up on all fours and assume the position,’ someone says, no idea who.
‘Better. Now M, give it enough slack on the wrists to put them over its head but keep them fastened together. The ankles are fine. Remove the gag, chain the back of the mask to the waist strap and put the nose hooks up and over the mask as-well, make sure its slut mouth is wide open.
It is all done very efficiently and i am trussed up with my head dragged back at an uncomfortable angle, i’ll need a week in physio after this.
‘Now, you have a piggy looking nose, worm, so why not do a lap of the room making the appropriate noises for a pig.’
‘MOVE IT!’ Another kick, smack in my arse crack this time.
‘Enjoy your freedom of movement, piggy, while you still can.’
14. Nourishment
Three times round the room, now, knees about to give in, just noticed the head of my cock hurts. More than it did, what’s going on there?
So confused, still don’t really know if they pierced it, nailed it or what, just know it hurts.
Metal contraption is banging on my thighs now, it must be pretty big. Could feel it if i wasn’t parading round like a farmyard animal.
‘Piggy, come drink.’ Lady V.
Lead to somewhere in the room, head pushed down into a bowl, cough and splutter as my nose goes in the water, it stinks. Shake my head. It’s pushed under the water until i struggle and force my head upwards against the hand on my neck. Coughing and retching.
‘Drink, piggy or drown, I care not either way,’ Mistress.
‘Goddamn it, drink.’ The male voice. His hand it is on my neck, insistent.
Drink as best as I can, sucking and slurping. It’s not fresh water for sure but it is water.
Lead off again, hand at my neck, thrust down somewhere warm.
‘’Now worship Your Mistress.’
My head is held tight by two hands, different ones, not as strong. Still pretty forceful though. The nose clips are pulled out, relief, but my head is still pulled back with the bonds.
‘Get to it, no teeth!’ Lady V again.
Inhale. Smells good, fragrant, almost pleasant. Stick my tongue forward in my mouth to taste and realise what it is.
‘Come on, surely you’ll be grateful for a little pussy-worship after your ordeals.’
Can’t tell which of them it is, is it Lady V, she spoke last, don’t really care, this IS pleasant, more like what i expected of the evening.
Work my tricks, have been told I’m good at this, see what works, no, feel what works. Use my tongue, lips, nose…no teeth though. Getting wet and the fragrance changes, still pleasant, make her cum, get in her good books, ease the pain.
‘Mmmm, finally I think we have found a use for him, Mistress.’
It IS Lady V then.
Continue working, nose and mouth drenched in her essence. Then she goes quiet, still, tense.
And cums with the force of an earthquake.
‘Oh…fuuuuck……..’
‘Lady V, your upper class upbringing has been forgotten. Language my dear.’ Mistress laughs.
‘Oh, my God, he is coming home with me…wow. My stud has his attributes but he is an amateur at cunni compared to this one’
‘Really, dear, I think not.’
A muttered male voice behind me says something in disgust but I can’t make it out.
‘How can he be a faggot when he can work a lady like that? Remember, Boy, you are on a yellow card so shut it.’ Lady V admonishes him firmly.
Mistress speaks. ‘Well, worm, you appear to have done well. I am not averse to recognising excellence so you shall be rewarded accordingly.’
‘Take the hook out of his arse and release his neck at the same time, slave M. Make sure if there is any mess you have something to clean it with. Maybe use this mouthy specimen here’s tongue.’
Mistress turns and looks at Lady V’s Toy Boy but he is less than amused and about to speak when Mistress holds up her hand to command silence.
‘You colonials always did struggle with British humour. Get some tissues, slave M and dispose of them afterwards.’
A pause. Very quiet. Then the buckle of the belt around my waist is released and my neck flops forward as the tension is removed. Bliss. 24 carat bliss.
Then a tugging at my hole, whatever is in there is coming out, well it’s actually not as it feels like it’s the size of a cricket ball.
‘Push or relax, it is better out than in, isn’t it?’ Was that M, her voice from (my) behind.? Ha, laugh in the face of adversity, as usual.
Actually no, it was not that unpleasant while I was clenching my buttocks sucking Lady V off. Feel a small warm hand on my buttocks and then it tenses and whatever is in my backside is ripped unceremoniously out of it.
Someone screams.
It’s me.
‘I did warn you.’ Slave M covers the offending object in a handful of tissues and wipes my butt. When was the last time anyone wiped my arse?
‘Not too bad, Mistress, he must have not eaten for a while.’
‘It was ordered to fast for at least twelve hours before our meeting. It has followed orders quite well in fact. Maybe it could be a keeper.’
15. Discovery
‘So, slave M, how would you like some of that treatment?’ Mistress asks.
‘What a ball that size in my butt hole?’
‘No, you stupid girl, this worm bringing you off as it did for dear Lady Victoria.’
‘Of course Mistress, but…’
‘Then get yourself on the settle and spread your legs, while Lady V recovers her composure and her pants.’
Mistress, sniffs and looks to her somewhat dishevelled friend. ‘You were always a lot faster getting your pants down than up dear.’
i am moved along a couple of feet. Am I against a sofa, or something? It’s leather whatever it is, quite cold, but soft, supple, old probably.
i home in on the intended target, hand s initially on the floor. i risk a crafty feel of the whatever it is on my cock and balls. It’s some sort of metal cage, solid, vaguely penis-shaped, with what feels like a bolt through the end , running parallel to my torso. A thick ring is wrapped round my still saggy ball sack and appears to hold it in place.
‘So, worm, you explore your genitals without permission?’
i snatch my hand away. ‘No, Mistress.’ i forget and speak.
‘You speak and lie. You are just like all males,’ she turns to Toy Boy, ‘deceitful and self-absorbed’
‘Your cock is imprisoned in a custom-made chastity device, made of fine stainless steel. It is fastened round your balls and if you would have had the time you would have found there is no hinge or discernible opening as it cleverly is incorporated into the whole design.’
‘The maker of this device is a genius in restrictive appliance designs, but I presume, he will never get the credit he so deserves. Not while he only works for me at any rate. Which he will only ever do as I have the only means to unlock one of his devices wrapped around his own balls and cock.’
‘Wickedness personified, even if I do say so myself.’
‘The bolt, you may or may not have felt, passes through the BCR in your cock. It effectively prevents any possibility of escape from the device as it keeps the glans at the very end of the tube.’
Mistress pauses for a sip of a drink, I think. I haven’t heard her speak more than a few syllables prior to this. She sounds refined, confident, home counties accent, very, very sexy.
‘Moreover, the length of the tube means that while your cock is partly or fully tumescent you will be quite comfortable as the glans will be at the end of the tube. Should you fail to remain excited, however, and your cock shrink back to its pathetic flaccid state, the flesh will pull against the BCR and, well, hurt like hell, I shouldn’t wonder. Particularly in a fresh piercing. ‘
‘So that was why the gauge of the ring had to be so big and a normal needle was out of the question? Asks Lady V from just beside me, seemingly pulling herself together finally.
‘Hit the nail on the end, dear. Do pardon the pun.’
Mistress continues as i blanche beneath the mask.
‘Obviously healing and hygiene will initially require removal regularly but eventually it will remain in place, how do you Yanks say it?’ She turns to Toy Boy again, ‘24/7.’
‘You may note the irony in that most MCD’s reward the flaccid and punish the erect. I hold no regard for such ideas and wish my slaves to be permanently turned on by thinking of me at all times, this being rewarded by, at least relative comfort in the trouser filling department. Or in actual fact that, the tube filling department.’
‘It is not removeable, it is not locked by a conventional lock that would use a key that could be copied. It is not remotely discrete. It is meant to remind you, forgive me, 24/7, that you are my property.’
One word springs to mind. I do not utter it.
16. Cleaning
‘Enough, Lady V, slave M is about to be pleasured but there must always be a counter-point, restrain her, please.
In no time slave M finds her wrists fastened to her slave collar and worse, her legs fastened to the collar too.
‘Worm, get your hands in front of you, you may touch her, but be mindful of your position’
‘Good, now get to it, worm. She may be a slave, but she is my slave and, as such, ranks above you so ensure she is treated accordingly.’
Hesitate a moment. Am i hearing correctly? i can touch. Ouch. Too long a hesitation, smack on the back of the head.
Hands up her stomach, she is taut, a stomach like that does not come from diet alone, she is fit. Her legs are almost straight, despite being fastened to her neck.
Explore her tits, almost non-existent, but huge nipples and studs piercing them. Thick studs. Really thick studs, they are hollow, like metal grommets. Jesus.
Hands fastened together so can only explore one thing at a time but must get to her pussy or take another crack on the head.
‘No hands down there, worm, mouth only, teeth are allowed.’
Take the hint. Begin exploring her pussy. Phwoar, it’s a bit ripe. Involuntary reaction, my head comes back off it.
‘No worm, she is not clean, that is your job, she is not permitted to touch herself normally so hygiene can be an issue. Deal with it. Then make her cum.’
Bloody hell. No choice though. In i go. Recon mission begins.
Actually not too bad, tongue takes point, woooa. Piercings. Loads of them. She’s like an iron-mongery store down here. Lines of rings down each side, at least half a dozen. Per side! Tongue wriggles around, she moans. Turning her on without even trying.
The rings are not that large in diameter but very thick. Outer lips. No wait. Wriggle, wriggle, tasting better now, she is lubing up. Inners too, they are fastened together! The rings go right through the two. Blimey. What’s that all about.
Keep away from her clit for the moment. Mindful that this is not just an exploration for my benefit.
Find her pee-hole. Will she like it there? Acrid taste for a moment, recently used. Have i tasted that already i wonder? Little reaction. Hmm. Ok. Move on. Inside of the lips (inners I guess), around the rings. They are not ball closed but flush. She moves her hips a little.
Up the inside, pause, rather wet now, quick flick of the tongue upwards into the crevice. No reaction. Another attempt, slower this time. Something smooth, hard. Now what.
‘You are wasting your time there, worm, She has a small appliance fitted round her nub, part of her own chastity arrangements.’ Mistress’s voice close to my ear. ‘Do not forget to clean her all over.’
Not neglectful of that taboo area normally but …. Ow, a line of pain across my backside. Message received. Her buttocks are up-tipped due to her legs being behind her head so no access issues. Quick lick. Oh, man, it tastes like almonds, but just for a moment, Bury my nose in her puss, rather not get the whiff of a strangers …
‘Clean her up properly, worm, she will not get the opportunity again for a while.’
Bite the bullet. Get on with it, she likes it. i hate it. i do what i am told, it beggars belief what i do, cannot form the thoughts into words. It’s hideous.
‘Enough, back to the front. See if you can turn her on without playing with her favourite part’
i try all the tricks i know, but she is nowhere close to orgasm, wet and wriggling, but that’s all. Obviously her clit is off the menu so it was always going to be difficult.
‘So, it appears you have failed to turn on my little whore, worm. Not so cocky now, eh?’
‘Nevertheless, you will continue, there will be some added incentive until you complete the task. You will not find it a particularly pleasant incentive.’
17. Incentive
‘As you have failed miserably and appear not to have used those hands for anything other than feeling yourself, you shall forfeit their use.’
Now what. i am brought up to a kneeling position, wrists freed. Momentarily. They are quickly re-secured in some sort of frame barely more than shoulder width apart along with my head, which is now held back again, though not too restrictively. The whole thing is remarkably solid.
‘Ingenious little contraption, V, has it a name?’
‘No, it’s just a little something one of my subbies with a bent for wood made for me. Alas his other bent was that he was bent. Little bugger ran off with a master friend from Denmark.’ Lady V looks to the ceiling, seemingly aghast.
‘Rather remiss of you to let him run anywhere, dear, let alone away to Denmark.’
‘Oh he’s not in Denmark, he’s in a cage somewhere in Ealing. I was invited to take my retribution by his new master when he found out the circumstances but decided to just request some living conditions as payment. Hence the cage. And a tattoo describing his sexual orientation. On his neck. The master seems to quite like its explicitness.’
‘Hell hath no fury and all that. He was good with his hands though. Yes, laugh away, I meant he could make virtually anything out of wood. Stools, chairs, beds, whatever. I had an idea for a line of bondage furniture that could convert back to vanilla use.’ Lady Victoria ponders a moment.
‘No matter. He is now forbidden from wood and spends his life encased in steel. Last time I saw him was at a party. He was chained to a urinal with a tube from it buried in his throat. I felt so sorry for him.’
‘It is just a small stock, specifically for pussy worship. Allows the lady to be comfortable on a regular chair or sofa while the slave does the business. Ideal for long, boring winter nights. There is a beam somewhere that slots into the front frame and extends back to the ankles for extra security.’
‘Can’t be too careful now, losing one slave is a mistake, losing a second would be downright careless.’
Sure enough i feel my ankles fastened apart and i am going nowhere, my own body weight now making the stock completely solid. My head is bent down slightly and…
‘Get on with it, worm, I shall give you a few free moments to start her up before the incentive begins.’
Immediately M’s now less pungent parts are in my face and i fight my way through the metal puzzle with my tongue and begin again.
Lick, suck, probe, swirl, lap. Alphabets. Chinese characters, change the timing, try hard and forceful, soft and slow. Only wetness and an odd moan and wriggle to show for my efforts. If i could get to her clit i would have her but the metal nub prevents that. It seems to be held in place by a piercing, maybe if i..
‘Very well, here’s the incentive’ Mistress’s voice is almost like a military rallying call.
Jesus fucking Christ…. she’s split my fucking arse open……
‘Yes, scream like the bitch you soon will be. MAKE HER CUM!’ Mistress shouts in my ear. I feel her silk-covered breasts on my back.
‘I shall continue to fuck your seemingly virgin hole until she comes. Be grateful, the sight of her Mistress reaming you will exacerbate her excitement.’
Mistress laughs sadistically, almost theatrically and then proceeds to pound my back side with what feels like a telegraph pole.
Pain. Like i have never experienced, she’s split me open, for sure. Something wet running down my legs, slopping noises, try not to think about it and get on with my task. She was right, the little slut’s pussy is wetter still and she is writhing around and moaning.
The pole comes out of my arse, is smacked down on my buttocks. It feels like a forearm it is so warm and heavy. Then back in. OOOOF. Slower this time, but deeper. She’s going to come out of my throat in a minute.
Concentrate. OOOF, another deep thrust, feel her soft gloved hands on my hips.
‘Yeehaa. Ride him, cowboy!’ Toy Boy’s immature, stereotypical exclamation is almost lost as my head pounds, but my tongue gets to work again.
She pulls out again and pushes insistently back in. Instinctively i grab the steel nubbin with my teeth and pull. M’s buttocks tense up and she shrieks. Shit, sorry.
‘Oh yes, yes.’
Sleepless in Seattle all over again, for real though. A slow removal, then the pole is rammed back in. i pull the nubbin again, teeth now lodged behind the impeding item and straining against its anchor.
‘Yes, yes, oh fuck, YES.’
She is cumming, suddenly it dawns on me. She gets off on the pain. Of course. i tug again. Same reaction, cock goes back out of my arse and on my back again. It’s Huge.
In again, less resistance, this time, i must be burst open. My teeth come off the metal cover and i reflexively bite her lips.
My face is drenched in liquid, shooting at my nose and mouth with some force and she screams and bucks and rocks around like a dervish.
Has she pissed on me at the final moment? What?
The arse pounding stops immediately and the huge dildo is slapped down on my buttocks and back.
‘Well done, worm. It took you a little while, but you figured it out in the end. My little slave M is a true pain slut. She gets off on pain. Many months of indoctrination and conditioning have paid off beautifully.’
‘You have completed your task, with a little help from my cock.’
I hear shuffling and the pussy is removed from my dripping face.
‘It was a bonus when we found out she squirted too. Magnificent talent to have in certain circumstances. Like this one.’
‘Now, off with the mask and you may see the implement that brought about your epiphany.’
Light. Very bright at first but actually not, the room is dimly lit at best. My eyes have been covered for hours. i see nothing more than the floor and a pink dong hanging from between a pair of stocking-clad thighs. Bright pink, almost fluorescent. But not very big. A good few inches long but really not that wide at all. What? Wait, the forearm sized thing is still on my back.
‘Ha, Worm, did you really think I could have impaled you with that thing for your first time. Stupid boy. This little pinkie was all it needed. With a little splatter of lube down the legs every now and then for effect.’
‘The mind is the greatest sexual organ we have and it must be used properly.’
‘Now clean this up before it dries and I have to scrub it.’
18. Enough
‘I think that may be enough for the evening. You are welcome to stay and take advantage of the facilities, should you wish. I certainly think you should pay some attention to your chattel, it needs work on obedience.’
Mistress reclines on a comfortable chair in the kitchen cradling a pot of tea, her slave at her feet, collar chained to the same chair, squatting on a small mat to insulate her from the floor tiles.
Lady Victoria, meanwhile, is leaning on a work top, smoking a cigarette in a long black holder. Her boy is sitting on a nearby stool.
‘For one thing, there is no way he should be seated while you are standing. You are sending all the wrong messages, my dear. I suppose you have let him fuck you too?’ Mistress looks away as if the prospect fills her with disgust.
‘That is his purpose, he is not really my slave, he is my stud. When I want a fuck, he has to be ready, willing and able. I have my usual slaves for the other duties, he is my rent-a-cock.’ Lady Victoria taps him on the head in a somewhat patronising manner.
‘Except I don’t rent him, he does it for free,’ she chuckles, ‘don’t you pretty one?’
He shakes his shoulder length blonde locks in a subtly impatient way, straightens up, looks at his watch and speaks for the first time since his warning.
‘There is no such thing as a free ride. Any chance we can saddle up for home? It’s getting late and I am a horny son-of –a-bitch.’
With a slightly harder then necessary flick with the back of her hand, Lady Victoria admonishes him.
‘Now my love, do not be disrespectful, Mistress does not approve. There will be time for all that later. Now run along and get our gear together, there’s a good boy.’
He rises, somewhat reluctantly, from the stool and sidles off of the kitchen and down the hallway.
He passes the half open door to the room they vacated earlier and can’t resist looking in. There strapped firmly to the horse is Mistress’s plaything covered in a light throw.
I hear footsteps in the hall, seem to be able to hear better now, mask gone just a cloth of some kind laid over me. They just threw it on my back like i was a bird cage or something. My face feels sticky and disgusting, my backside is plugged and it feels like the hook thing is fastened to the strap about my waist again. Arms stretched down the legs of the ‘trestle’, feet fastened too.
‘Please’
Did i speak?
‘Hey dude, you awake then?’
Obviously i did.
‘i need the bathroom. Could you ask if i could be released?’
‘Man, I ain’t askin’ for shit. These bitches have it in for me as it is,’ he replies in a low voice. ‘You could just holler, that would sure bring them back. Not sure they’d be too impressed though.’
The cloth is lifted and i feel fingers in my hair raising my head. i see his face close to mine, the first face i have seen all evening.
‘You are one sorry sight. You get off on this shit, or what? I mean, a little slapping about and such can be ok, I guess, but you are a mess, man. Actually I ain’t too sure if you’re actually a man at all.’ He sneers and curls his nose. ‘You fuckin’ stink too’
‘Look, I don’t know who you are or what you are to them but I need a piss and to clean up and then get home. What I don’t need is you moralising about what I am or what I do or do not enjoy. Okay.’
Suddenly I think I have had enough. This has all spiralled out of control and what’s more I never intended to have to justify myself to some pretty-boy Yank twenty years my junior. No doubt at some time in the future I will look back at this ‘adventure’ with a smile and maybe even an erection but right now...
‘I want out. Okay!’
‘Ooh. Look who found his voice. Maybe I should just go and tell the bitches that you’ve turned into a disrespectful faggot and see how they feel about that, huh?’
‘Look, I am not gay, I have done nothing homosexual nor have any intention of doing so and the more you call me a ‘faggot’, the more it strikes me that it is you that has sexuality issues’
‘I have had enough.’ I look him straight in the eyes as I say it.
‘Fuck you.’
A wet dribble appears on my cheek. The bastard’s just spat on me.
‘You probably would like to, you slime ball.’ I should not be provoking him but I’ve had enough of this bollocks. Too late now.
‘Oh yeah, You’ve had enough when I fuckin’ say so.’
He turns and drops the cloth back on my head, walks the few paces to the door and closes it carefully. It shuts with a definite clunk, despite his care. Solid door.
Click.
What was that? Shit he’s locked the bloody door!
19. Worse to come
I hear him moving about behind me, sounds like he’s looking for something, hear him rooting about. Picking things up and then dropping them again.
He’s back. Cover off. Right off.
‘Open your mouth.’ He has a metal thing in his hand, looks like a shiny animal trap. He flicks it and I see it open and close. It’s the thing that was in my mouth originally, the spreader. It’s similar to something we used to use to keep the horses mouths open when they needed their teeth rasped.
In his dreams.
I say nothing but just clamp my mouth shut.
‘Oh now he gets all manly. Open your fuckin’ mouth!’He snarls and grips my nose tight between his fingers.
Can’t breathe. In certain circumstances being deprived of breath can be quite exciting. This is not one of those circumstances. No point fighting the inevitable. Open my mouth and in goes the spreader. He opens it against the ratchet, wide. Really wide.
‘That’ll shut you up for starters. Then it’s time for some fun. I’ve had about enough too. Enough of sitting here watchin’ everybody gettin’ off but me.’
He drops my head. Walks behind me again and I hear a slap as his belt is pulled loose from his jeans.
Crack.
He brings the thick belt down across my buttocks. Yeow, that bloody hurt. Will not give the bastard the satisfaction of a reaction, even with my arse as sore as it is.
Crack again and again and again. Getting harder not to make a sound now.
Crack. CRACK!
I grunt aloud involuntarily.
‘UCK U!!’ All I can manage. Less coherent with mouth held open than stuffed. Saliva pouring out of me onto the carpet. Let him have his fun and I can get the hell out of here. They’ll hear him soon anyway.
Sure enough, I hear the door handle, then again, more insistently. Then a bang on the door. Followed by another, then it stops.
As does the strapping.
‘Now I think it’s time for me to get my rocks off. Open wide. Oh hell, you did already’
A moment to think, then it happens. My head is pulled back by the hair and his cock goes straight in my mouth. Christ, it’s fucking huge, can’t take... bluurgh.
I retch and puke. Well, kind of. He pulls out and a long string of slime issues out of my mouth and hangs from my chin. He stops it falling with his hand, wipes it on his cock and then smears the remainder on my face. What the..
It’s back in my mouth, plenty of space for my teeth not to get near him or I would have bitten it straight through. Both hands behind my head now, he fucks my mouth. Jesus Christ. My head goes woozy, hard to breathe with this thing in it. He pushes really hard against the back of my throat. Gag again and as I do the thing slips past and into my throat. Retch again, more slime, doesn’t stop him. No idea how long it goes on, this rape. Probably not long but feels like forever.
He withdraws, I cough and splutter. One hand now in my hair. Lifts me up, see his glans right in front of me, out of focus it’s so close.
Then he shoots his load straight in my face. Two, three, four times it spurts, a little less violently each time. But i am covered in it.
‘Now let’s argue about who is queer. Whoa, that felt good.’ His sneering voice wavers with the orgasm and the effort.
He pulls back and wipes the thing in my hair and on my face and then drops my head down again hard.
‘You said, fuck you, well there you go. Enjoy.’
In a flourish he grabs his pants and belt and then opens the door and runs out of it.
Straight into a solid right hook from ‘Shadow’.
20. Aftermath
‘How is the worm, slave?’ Mistress asks M who immediately ran in the room when the chance arose.
‘He’s a mess, Mistress but it’s only superficial, he’ll live.’
‘Good, I shall check on it in a moment. First I must attend to this...creature...here,’ looking down in abject disgust at the prostrate figure in the hallway.
‘Thank You, Curtis. A nice shot. Saved a lot of unseemliness.’
‘Kindly take him outside and lock him up in the dog kennel, until I confer with Lady Victoria over what is to be done with him..
‘I am so sorry, Mistress,’ Lady V has her head in her hands, barely able to believe what has transpired. ‘I was going to....’
‘V, I warned you to keep him under control and you did not do so,’ Mistress stops V’s explanation with a gesture of her gloved hand.
‘Despite the fact that the worm in there does not belong to me nor do I have any feelings of sorrow for its plight, it is under my ‘care’ and as such I am responsible for it. I do not expect some reject from the Beverly Hillbillies to be making use of it without my permission, understand.’
‘And as for locking me out of a room in my own house, that is why he is on the floor unconscious.’
‘Now would you kindly supervise Mr Curtis and make sure that he is dealt with appropriately and keep him out of my sight and earshot. Thank you.’
As Curtis, picks up the supine form on the floor, seemingly effortlessly, Mistress turns to M to issue more instructions.
‘Slave M, go in the bathroom, get two of the sedatives from the cabinet, dissolve them in water and administer them to the worm. When it is calm, come tell me. Got it?’
‘Of course, Mistress.’ M disappears up the stairs, still naked, rings tinkling between her legs as she moves.
Just as Lady Victoria begins to follow Curtis out of the front door, Mistress clasps her elbow with a steely grip and leans towards her friends ear.
‘Tori, i have known you since boarding school and love you to bits, but do not ever disrespect me or my guests by bringing an indisciplined slut into my house again.’ The malevolence in the voice makes Victoria shudder and a cold shock runs down her leather-clad spine.
‘Maddy, I...’
‘Hush, I have said my piece. You will stay the night and deal with that.....whatever you call it... in the most severe way and it if it survives the night, take it away with you and dispose of it. DO I make myself clear?’
‘Crystal clear, Mistress Madelaine. I shall attend to it this minute.’
‘Good, I shall finish my drink, wait for the sedative to take effect and go see what ‘a mess’ actually looks like.’
Mistress enters the room and approaches me from behind. A hand clad in a glove of the finest kid leather strokes my back and buttocks with consummate gentleness. i tingle and my back spasms with the sensation.
Remaining behind me and consequently out of sight, i feel her warm breath on my neck. i am immediately snapped back into submissiveness, her aura of power is immense, indomitable.
‘So worm, have you enjoyed your evening. Has it met with expectations? Oh dear you cannot speak, how remiss of me.’
With a swift click the ratchet on the jaw spreader is released and drops to the damp carpet.
‘You may speak, worm’
‘Mistress, i did not expect to be orally raped by some goon when i agreed to this meeting and would like to be released from this frame and taken home immediately.’
‘Please’ A pause making the polite addendum seem like an afterthought.
‘Very well, you shall indeed be released forthwith and transported back to your hotel. Mr Curtis will be just a moment, he is dealing with something just now.’
‘Thank You.’ A perfectly reasonable response, i thought.
Strong fingers clutch my hair and my head is dragged viciously upwards.
‘But listen to me, you fuck. You did not ‘agree’ to this meeting. You were summoned to it and if I choose to have you raped, you will accept it because it is my will. The reason I am livid is that Cleatus out there, decided to take matters into his own hand, or rather your mouth.’
‘Do not suppose I have one ounce of sympathy for your bruised arse or your man-muck covered face, for I do not. I only wish I had been here to see the climax to the evening’
‘If you will pardon the pun’ Mistress smiles at her inadvertent humour.
‘Now, in a moment my slave bitch will release you from this horse and will prepare you for delivery back to your hotel. I shall not be touching you any further as I have already ruined a glove by grabbing that matted mess on your head.’
‘I trust you have sufficient sense not to resist?’
‘i do,’ i reply swiftly and sincerely.
My head is released.
‘Oh by the way,’ she takes a step back so she is behind me again.
Her booted foot slams into my bollocks with a sickening thud and i almost throw up properly this time.
‘Never dare to finish a sentence without the words Mistress or Madam again, or you will have no balls left to feel the kiss of my boot.’
With that, she pirouettes and exits the room in a blur of black leather and slams the door shut behind her.
21. Conclusion.
The ride home in the Range Rover is a blissful one, albeit that i find myself in the boot again. i must surely have fallen asleep with exhaustion or relief as it appears to take only moments.
The rear tailgate opens and ‘Shadow’ opens the cage door and ushers me out into the parking garage beneath the hotel, close to the elevator doors. i have no idea what time it is but it is mercifully devoid of other returning guests.
My wrist cuffs are chained together in front of me. The waist belt holding the ball in my arse in place does not appear to be locked, but the boot straps and wrist cuffs are secured by small, four digit, combination locks
The pink stockings are ripped in a couple of places but still cover most of my thighs and my groin is covered only by the chastity device and it most definitely is locked though by what means is not apparent. My upper body is naked as it was, but my nipple rings have been replaced by ones half as large again in diameter and apparently seamless.
Clasped fairly high up around my throat is a solid collar of a size that will require a shirt and tie to keep it hidden. From it dangles a small metal disk.
My face and hair is caked up with dried cum and god knows what else.
i stand and wait for Mr Curtis, as i now know him, to let me in the lift he has just called and take me upstairs. As the lift doors open, he ushers me inside and steps half in himself before pressing the number 4 button.
‘It was four wasn’t it?’
‘Yes. Mr Curtis. Sir.’ I add just to be sure.
‘I am not ‘Sir’ to you. ‘Sir’ is reserved for Masters. I am merely a hired hand, though with certain perks and priveleges.’
‘Now get in the lift and get upstairs and hope that the room door is still open and you do not have to call reception to let you in’
‘But Curtis, i cannot go up looking like this!’
The door begins to close and he steps out into the garage again, his suit still immaculate, his gait still silky smooth.
‘Oh, on the contrary you most certainly can. Good night and be sure to answer the phone promptly in the morning or it could get very embarrassing when the maid arrives.’
With that he leaves and my life changes fundamentally from that instant.
Fin.
This is my first attempt at an erotic BDSM story and any constructive critique of it is welcomed by e-mail at tsr781-524-112@hotmail.com.
I may well be ordered to follow the progress of these characters at a later date.
Contact with my mistress is possible at thespiderandthefly@hotmail.co.uk
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