Chapter 12 - The Long Celibacy
Needless to say, after the sheer erotic afterglow of the slave, piglet's, loss
of anal virginity had worn off, Mistress Lotta decided that he should be
punished for his less than perfect performance during that momentous night.
Actually, applying such a penalty to her slave fitted perfectly with her own
immediate plans. Business was to take her to Europe for three months, and she
had been trying to decide what to do with her slave during that time. It would
have been nice to take him with her, but that would have presented her with a
dilemma, since her business was, predominantly, with people not of the B & D
culture, and any slip-ups which might be discovered in her life style could have
cost her dearly.
On the morning that she had decided to inform her slave of his punishment she
took up a position in her worship throne, with her volumous bottom cheeks
gloriously nude and drooping, widely split, below the open bottom of the regal
seat. She had her legs crossed so that access to her sex would be both visually
and physically denied. The she summoned slave piglet into her presence. The
sexual and bondage slave, dressed in his normal domestic slave costume, with his
cone chastity firmly locked on, crawled into her presence, head bowed in
obeisance, and took up his position, prone, with forehead pressed to the floor,
and nude buttocks raised high, before his glorious owner.
When given permission to raise his head the slave's eyes were presented with the
alluring sight of his Mistress' gorgeous bottom, and, of course, the crinkled
rosebud nestling so delightfully in the split between the deep, fleshy,
voluptuous cheeks. Slave piglet's heart raced with a curious mixture of shame
and erotic excitement, and he dutifully cried out, "Darling Mistress Lotta, may
piglet worship, adore, and pleasure your beautiful, exquisite bottom and
ravishingly luscious anus and rectum with his lips and tongue. Please, please,
sweet Mistress Lotta, piglet implores you to permit him to serve you in this
most cherished manner with all his slavish being."
Mistress Lotta, before giving her eager slave permission to proceed with his
intimate, and humiliating service, informed him that she was going to be making
some important announcements regarding the immediate future, while he performed
his service. The slave's brain almost didn't register what she was saying as he
manoeuvred his body around so that he was able to commence covering the smooth
cheeks of his Mistress' lovely bottom with tender, adoring kisses, such was his
delight at once again being permitted to serve in such a humiliating fashion.
Mistress Lotta sighed happily when she felt the first touch of her chattel's
warm, submissive lips on her smooth skin, and settled down to enjoy her slave's
devotion. She remained silent until his face slipped between her warm cheeks,
and she experienced the utter joy of feeling his lips on the tingling pout of
her expectant anus.
As soon as she felt his tongue begin to tantalisingly tease her pulsing ring,
filling it with exquisite pleasure, she began to speak:
"As you are no doubt aware, piglet, I was less that happy with your performance
last weekend. When you are honoured by being allowed to surrender to your
superiors, and allowed free reign to use your talents to please them, you must
learn that you are required to sink to the absolute depths of depravity and
debauchery, and not to wallow in your own selfish delights. A Master can fuck
the compliant arsehole of a submissive piece of meat, and take his pleasure, but
we expect a slave to demonstrate his lewd and lascivious nature with total
abandon, and unreserved submission, when so favoured. The wantonness and
sluttishness of your performance was just not up to standard on the weekend and
therefore you must be punished appropriately."
The slave shivered with apprehension at these words, but never the less worked
his wriggling tongue into the tight, hot depths of his Mistress' writhing rectum
with consummate happiness, and began to tease her throbbing prostate with its
tip as he knew she loved above all else. The Mistress, flushed with pleasure,
proceeded taking care to maintain the stern quality of her voice despite, the
exquisite sensations sweeping her lovely body:
"You are to remain celibate for the next three months!" She announced, her voice
clearly betraying her own growing arousal. She was astonished at her slave's
reaction to what she clearly thought must have been an horrendous pronouncement
to him. His long, agile tongue drove deeply into her heated rectal canal, and
sloshed wildly around, as if the slave had just heard that she was going to
allow his penis to ejaculate over and over, rather than the exact opposite. She
marvelled at the depth of her slave's submissive nature, while she continued:
"I am required to travel to Europe on business for three months, little piglet.
I was, at first, going to take you with me, but on reflection I have decided
that not only is it impractical, but also potentially dangerous to my
reputation. Therefore, little piglet, your punishment is going to be two fold.
Not only are you to be celibate, but you will also be deprived of worshipping at
my feet for this period. I'm sure that this deprivation should further reinforce
your lesson."
Slave piglet's whole body shuddered with disappointment, and his submissive mind
flooded with sheer misery , and his tongue worked furiously in his Mistress'
hot, humid rear hole, as if it might somehow convince her that she needed it on
her trip, such was the pleasure it gave. The effort would, of course, be to no
avail as the Mistress continued:
"I have decided to put you to work while I'm gone. You will spend your week
days being of assistance in Mistress Cassandra's boutique. You will obey her as
if she were me and refuse nothing she asks. On the weekends you will provide
whatever services that might be required of you at the Club. You will wear you
chastity at all times, with the exception of two sets of circumstances. The
first is a special worship session I have developed for you to undertake each
and every day that I am absent as a last act before you retire to sleep. I will
explain this further to you later, for it also involves a test I have designed
to gauge your submission and sexual discipline. The other occasions are when
Cassandra, or the Club Manageress decide that they want you unfettered for some
reason or other. Not withstanding these opportunities, your worm will not
either leak nor spit for the entire period of my absence. In fact, I'm taking
your cum icon with me when I go, just to ensure that there is no temptation for
you to defy me."
The Mistress then told her slave to cease his administrations to her anus,
allowing him to lap up the juices his clever tongue had caused to leak from her
moist vagina while he had worshipped her rear passage. While he did this, with
consummate delight, savouring the rich, spicy flavours of her sex juices, she
continued:
"You will continue to live here, and will be permitted to drive my car to your
places of service. You will however have no need to cover your slave costume
while you commute, so you'll have to be careful when going from the apartment to
the car if you don't want to be too embarrassed. You can park the car at the
rear of the boutique, so that should not present too much of a problem. And, of
course, going from the club car park to the club, as we already know, presents
no problem at all."
With the slave's task completed, his taste buds still thrilling to the tang of
his Mistress' vaginal juices, the two went about their normal daily business.
Slave piglet worked hard preparing his Mistress' for travel. He packed her
cases with her lingerie and business clothes. He visited her travel agent to
complete her trip schedule. The departure day arrived all too soon for the
slave, not that he could complain for Mistress Lotta used his talented tongue on
her erogenous zones with ever increasing frequency as the day of her departure
drew nearer.
On the last day Mistress Lotta informed slave piglet of the nature of the trial
she had designed for him. The two of them were in the master bedroom, where
Mistress Lotta explained to her chattel the qualities of the bondage contraption
she had had constructed just for this purpose. It consisted of a bondage rack
of welded stainless steel bars, leather, self locking cuffs, and a strange,
complicated looking device that was yet to be explained. Off to one side a
video camera had been set up to record the details of the slave's performance
while his body was held securely in the rack's tight loving embrace.
Mistress Lotta threw the slave's chastity key down to him ordering him to remove
his belt. The slave quickly unlocked the cone and withdrew it. Mistress Lotta,
although she had witnessed it frequently, still marvelled at the sight of
slave's enormous penis snapping to throbbing erection as soon as it was free of
the cramped confines of the leather cone. The force with which the huge pole
stiffened caused its spongy head to slap audibly into the flesh between his
belly button and his painted nipples, leaving a smear of lip gloss on the smooth
skin. She then explained, with appropriate demonstration, how he was to achieve
the immobilisation of his nudity in the rack. The slave dutifully placed his
wrists and ankles into the cuffs provided, when instructed, and allowed his
slender waist to be encased in a wide, barely flexible leather belt.
Once all the bonds were securely attached to their targets, Mistress Lotta
pointed to a small button embedded in one of the upright, tubing poles of the
rack, just in reach of the fingers of her slave's left hand and ordered him to
press it. Immediately the various shackles tightened markedly on the slave's
body, rendering it completely immobile, especially the belt around his waist,
which ensured that he was not able to move his hips or groin even a fraction of
an inch in any direction. The slave watched in captivated awe as a silvery arm,
driven by an electric motor, swung out until the two inch diameter ring at its
apex was poised directly over the swollen head of his arching penis. Once
locked in place the arm, descended forcing the slave's long thick penis through
the ring which was lined on its inside with soft, smooth latex rubber.
As soon as the ring had descended fully to the base of the stiff penis its
rubber interior inflated until it gripped snugly around the throbbing flesh of
the sex stalk, then the arm began to rise, drawing the sensuously clasping ring
up the wantonly standing sex pole. Once it again reached the tip of the
pulsating penis, it reversed direction and again forced the ring back down to
the base of the massive organ causing intense sensations of pleasure to course
through the captive slave. Mistress Lotta explained to slave piglet that he
would spend one hour each night in this titillating bondage. She informed him
that the automatic masturbator would steadily increase the pace with which it
stropped his penis throughout the hour, and then demonstrated the quickest
setting. Slave piglet almost squealed in a fit of ecstasy as the arm went up
and down at such speed as to be almost invisible, and the pleasure permeating
his restrained nudity became so unbearable it took every ounce of his famed
control to stop his tormented organ from leaking that strictly forbidden drop of
pre-cum.
Mistress Lotta stopped the masturbator saying:
"The camera will record your worm all through the hour each night, and you will
take the tape to either Mistress Cassandra, or to the club so that your
performance can be closely monitored. I shall hang a pair of my panties on the
rack so that they drape against your face when you are in its loving embrace
before I go, and there will also be another little surprise for you which I'll
allow you to fantasise about until the first night I'm gone. When the hour is
up the machine is programmed to release your body and you will then be able to
rest."
The next morning a tearful slave piglet carefully replaced his Mistress' panties
after she had allowed him one final farewell kiss of her anus before the door
bell rang to herald the arrival of a limousine to take her to the airport. The
slave spent the rest of that day cleaning the apartment and washing and pressing
his slave costumes in readiness for his new temporary jobs.
The next morning he prepared his body carefully to spend the day at Mistress
Cassandra's boutique and, with a feeling of acute fear, and delicious shame,
checked the hallway before running as quickly as his stiletto heels would allow,
to the lift. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that it was empty,
although, being so early in the morning he really didn't run too much of a risk
in being seen. Once in the basement car park he quickly rushed to the car and
got in. He was grateful that the car's windows were tinted very darkly so no
one could see in. The slave drove the big car out of the garage and off he went
to the boutique.
When he arrived it was still dark, and he waited in the car for the Mistress to
arrive. She also arrived quite early, and was surprised that the slave was
already there when she pulled her car up next Mistress Lotta's. The tall
transsexual Mistress got out of her car and went to the rear door of the shop.
She went in, followed quickly by the bizarrely dressed slave who dropped to his
knees as soon as they were inside. He crawled into the shop and prostrated
himself before the haughty Mistress, his smooth buttocks raised high:
"Good morning, gorgeous Mistress Cassandra. I am at your command, and offer you
my unquestioning obedience."
The Mistress leered down at the fawning slave and laughed:
"Oh boy, little piglet, do I have plans for you. But before we start you may
greet me in the time honoured fashion."
The slave immediately craned his bowed head forward and kissed the toes of the
Mistress' highly polished boots. He then twisted his naked torso around to her
rear, carefully parted the long leather, split skirt and gently kissed each
smooth cheek of her slender,shapely bottom, and finally placed a devoted kiss on
the supple leather cache sex that enveloped her substantial genitals. The
submissive slave then resumed his prostrate position:
"That's better, slave." Mistress Cassandra said, "Now today is likely to be
quiet. We don't open the viewing booth on Mondays, so a lot of customers don't
bother to come into the shop. In fact, I usually devote Mondays to doing the
books. I'll tell you what. You can choose. You can spend the day either
sucking my balls, or my arsehole. Which would you rather do, little slut?"
A tiny shiver of delicious shame washed over the scantily clad slave, and he
cried, his cracking voice obviously betraying his growing excitement, "Oh
please, Mistress Cassandra! The choice is too hard. I would love to suckle your
divine testicles for your pleasure, but I would also adore being allowed to
taste your luscious anus and succulent rectum, and to pleasure them for you.
Please, Mistress Cassandra, allow me to serve one in the morning, and the other
in the afternoon! Please darling Mistress Cassandra, let me, I beg you!"
The imperious domatrix gazed down at the grovelling slave with a half amused
smile creasing her handsome features:
"Well, well, what a thoughtful suggestion little slut. That's what we'll do.
You can start on my arsehole, and finish with my balls, and if your performance
pleases me sufficiently I may even reward you by emptying them down you gullet
before we close for the day. Now, get into position while I prepare the books,
and make the appropriate adjustments to this seat of mine so that we are both
comfortable."
The slave crawled around to the back of the counter while Mistress Cassandra
removed the leather seat from the high stool there, and replaced it with a
thickly padded replica of a toilet seat, ensuring that it was firmly attached.
While she gathered her books and a pen and laid them on the glass topped
counter, slave piglet clambered into the space below the stool so that his
nudity knelt immediately below the bizarre seat. The Mistress swept her long
black leather skirt aside and, after carefully pulling the leather thong of her
minuscule G-string from the deep split between her shapely bottom cheeks,
allowed her bottom to descend onto the U shaped seat.
Once she was comfortably settled she allowed her skirt to drape back over the
kneeling slave, partially obscuring him from view, while at the same time
dimming the light around his upturned face. The light was not so dim, however,
that the slave was not able to gaze up and clearly see the erotic sight above
his upturned face. The edges of the seat, of course, caused the buttocks they
supported to part widely and reveal the slightly raised, and muscle ridged, ring
of the dominant's anus nestled deeply within the intimate chasm.
The slave's powdered cheeks flushed hotly, and he slowly raised his face. He
thrilled to the sensation of the warm smooth skin of the splayed bottom cheeks
on his own flushed cheeks when he slipped his face into the spread valley of
flesh. His heart sang with slavish delight when his pursed lips were finally
pressed against the intimate aperture. His vibrant senses were heightened
extraordinarily,as they always were when his tongue tip tasted the aromatic ring
for the first time, and its musky flavours flooded his acutely receptive taste
buds.
Once the first flush of happiness at the degradation he was experiencing had
passed the slave settled down to the delightful task of pleasing his dominator.
He alternated between teasing and tantalising her sensitive hole with the tip of
his busy tongue, lapping the muscled opening wetly, and driving his tongue
deeply into the hot tight hole of her rectal chute and laving its rippling walls
with lascivious abandon. He could tell that the Mistress was enjoying his
ministrations enormously from her sighs of contentment, and from the almost
constant movement in her cache sex as her penis flexed and swelled with her ever
burgeoning arousal.
The hours passed slowly for slave piglet, the constant attention of his lips and
tongue eventually making both quite numb, not to mention the dull ache in his
neck caused by the necessity for it to keep his upturned face in position. The
sensations experienced by Mistress Cassandra also eventually became part of the
scenery although, as she would later say, "You just can't get enough of a
slave's devoted tongue on or in your asshole!" But when lunchtime arrived she
allowed the slave some respite, and he was able to stretch his aching muscles,
relieve himself, and then eat.
When Mistress Cassandra resumed her seat for the afternoon she had carefully
manipulated her G-string so that her hairy testicles hung free, but not her
penis which remained enclosed in the supple leather of the skimpy garment.
Slave piglet licked and sucked the hot tender eggs with the devotion of a
religious fanatic, nursing the swollen orbs lovingly, drawing each into his hot
wet mouth from time to time and suckling it with passionate fondness, for hour
after hour. All the while the domatrix worked, serving the odd customer as
required, and savoured the joy of the slave's untiring tongue on her most
sensitive appendages.
Just before closing time Mistress Cassandra's own slave turned up. When the
thickset man removed his leather cloak he was seen to be clad, as normal, in a
black leather body harness that contrived to accentuate rather than hide his
nudity. And, of course, once he was in the presence of his haughty owner his
long thick penis immediately swelled and stiffened until it arched out, rock
hard, from his smoothly shaven groin. Mistress Cassandra addressed her chattel:
"I see you've managed to turn up on time for a change, swine. Shut up the shop,
then get your scrawny carcass around here, I've got a job for you."
The dutiful slave rushed to do his Mistress' bidding, his erect penis swaying
erotically as he walked. Once he had moved behind the long counter and had
approached the two engaged there a frown of jealousy could be seen to cross his
facade as when he saw slave piglet worshipping his owner's hairy testicles.
While he was approaching the domatrix drew her leather G-string aside to reveal
her own throbbing erection, and continued:
"Suck on this, swine! I promised this pig, who has sucked my balls all
afternoon, that I would allow him to drink from them if his performance earned
it, and I have decided it has. Your job is to suck me until I'm ready to shoot.
If you please me I will allow the piglet to bring you off as well."
The transsexual concluded as she grasped her slave's bull like neck and forced
his bald head down into her groin. Slave piglet, still dutifully mouthing the
Mistress' testicles, watched in fascination as inch after inch of her stiff
penis disappeared into her slave's welcoming mouth, until his lips were ovalled
around its thick base. The slave then began to bob his head up and down,
sensually tonguing the hard meat with each full stroke. Such was the slave's
skill, the excited dominator's breath was soon wheezing, and her slender hips
slightly bouncing her lovely bottom cheeks on the chair.
With tiny shrieks of ecstasy being torn from her throat Mistress Cassandra
roughly thrust her slave's bobbing head away from her crotch, grasped slave
piglet by the hair, and thrust her penis into his gaping mouth and drove it
relentlessly down his gulping throat. Almost as soon as the pulsating organ was
in as far as it would go it began to erupt, bathing the adoring slave's writhing
throat in an ocean of scalding sex cream. Slave piglet wildly swallowed the
gushing fluid, not really having time to savour its satiny texture and musky
flavour. The climaxing penis streamed its juices out for almost thirty seconds,
such was the intensity of the orgasm, and piglet drank it all with surges of joy
erupting in every fibre of his being. When the orgasm was finally exhausted he
was extra careful to use his elastic lips to squeeze every drop from the sated
organ before, reluctantly, allowing it to pop free of his voracious maw:
"That was just lovely, my little pigs!" The satiated Mistress sighed, then
continued, "Up! swine, hands on head and legs apart!" She commanded. When the
slave had complied she ordered slave piglet to kneel before him, "Piglet, you
little whore, you are to pull the swine's cock off while using the tip of your
lecherous tongue to tease its piss slit. When the hog's scum bags release their
offal, I want to see the dregs splashing over your lewdly wriggling tongue so
you can savour its decrepit taste before drinking it down like a good slave."
With her instructions completed the Mistress took up a position behind her
standing slave. Her sharp fingernails began to slice into his hard little
nipples while slave piglet reached out with both hands and grasped the hot, hard
shaft of his throbbing penis. The kneeling slave began to wank the penis in
long full strokes, staring at its spongy, purple head in sexual wonder. His
long tongue shot from his mouth and he began to delicately tease the already
drooling slit, his nose twitching at the heady aroma of aroused male sexuality.
Slave piglet wanked the penis for all of five minutes, gradually increasing his
pace all the time, before, with a muffled cry of sheer pleasure, the slave
climaxed. His thick, creamy semen jetted from the tip of his jerking penis, and
cascaded over slave piglet's lasciviously wriggling tongue. The kneeling slave
slurped all the musky fluid down avidly, in a display of depravity which
thrilled him to his very core, and all the while his own trapped penis churned
away in total frustration in its tight cone. As soon as the slave's balls were
completely drained Mistress Cassandra announced that it was time to go home, and
all left the shop.
Over the three month period this became a ritual every monday. On the other
days slave piglet was engaged in a number of differing activities. Sometimes he
was required to model frilly, lacy lingerie for the boutique's clients, always
blushing prettily while he pranced around in all sorts of erotic finery. Other
times he was required to demonstrate the uses of various sex toys.
Other times he was used as part of the live exhibitions, although a passive one.
On one occasion he was required to tongue Mistress Cassandra's slave's anus
while a Master whipped the slave's penis to orgasm. On another he was required
to suck a slave girl's smoothly shaven pussy to climax while a muscular Master
thrashed her opulent breasts with a particularly vicious whip.
Sometimes slave piglet was required to attend in the viewing room, in much the
same fashion that he, himself, had suggested to Mistress Cassandra on his first
visit, as a slave, to her establishment. Thus he spent tongue washing patron's
anal rings so they would not soil the white leather of the room's armchair. In
this role he was available to suck the penises or pussies of the patrons as they
enjoyed the shows, if they so desired, and they almost invariably did, of
course. All in all, slave piglet was kept busy at the boutique during week
days, and barely had time to reflect on how badly he missed his Mistress. His
enforced celibacy was, however, a different matter, and the slave suffered
continually from frustrated arousal, his testicles aching dreadfully almost all
the time.
Slave piglet's most frustrating time was however, spent at the club at the
weekends. The club Mistress used him in a number of roles, as a waitress, in
the relief room as both the anal whore, or the cleaning mouth, as a toilet
attendant to the dominators, and, of course, in many of the exhibitions put on
by slaves as entertainment. She insisted that he wear his new plastic chastity
at all times as she though that it was more humiliating for him than his normal
cone, and it was certainly a more graphically exciting sight for the patrons,
especially when he was obviously aroused for so much of the time.
The activity the slave enjoyed most was the time spent as the anal harlot. He
had become almost addicted to the sensation of stiff, hot, throbbing penis
plumbing the depths of his tight rectum and, after a time, was sought after for
this activity because he had trained the interior passage of his rear passage to
pleasure its invaders to such an extent that he was considered the best the club
members had ever experienced at this erotically depraved activity. In fact,
many of the male dominators actually preferred to use slave piglet's anus to
most of the female slaves' vaginas, a state of affairs that did not particularly
endear him to his fellow female submissives.
A typical weekend at the club went something like this. Slave piglet would
arrive at 10 am, an hour before official opening time. He would be clad in a
formal, or highly humiliating, but intensely exotic slave costume, have his face
heavily made up, and his large penis trapped lewdly in its transparent rubber
chastity. He would act as a waiter in the dining room for the luncheon period,
serving food and drinks to the dominant patrons, and deferring to their whims
while submissively enduring their inevitable teasing and taunts. During the
afternoon he would generally be used as either a drinks waiter, or, from his
point of view, more deliciously degradingly, as a toilet attendant.
In the evenings he would either serve in the relief room, or continue as a
waiter unless required to assist in debauched exhibitions. All throughout the
period he was treated by the manageress almost like a normal employee. She had
her own stable of slaves which she used, exclusively, for her own voracious
sexual requirements, both male and female. She never used slave piglet in this
manner. In fact, slave piglet was quite disappointed with this aspect of his
service, not withstanding that his anus was extensively used in the relief room,
because even depraved anal activity, while obviously both humiliating and
exciting, was also almost impersonal because of his anonymous bondage.
Perhaps the most erotically exciting times for the slave at the club were those
occasions when he was required to assist in the various exhibitions. At least
when these events happened he was required to publicly surrender his anus to a
slave's penis, use his hands or mouth on other slaves' penises, pussies, or
anuses, and generally add to the debauched eroticism of the displays. But all
in all, it was not as personally exciting for him as such activities would have
been if his Mistress were present, and personally enjoying his degradation.
However, one activity in particular, served to remind slave piglet of his
station in life, and his subjugation to the absent domatrix. This was his one
hour a day in the test rack described earlier in this chapter. Slave piglet,
and hour before he was due to retire, would bath his body in preparation, his
penis snapping to erection immediately it was freed from its chastity. He would
then load the video camera, and position his nudity in the confines of the rack,
then depress the control button. The shackles would snap shut trapping his body
as described earlier, and render it immobile.
By this time slave piglet's mind would be busy preparing for the coming ordeal,
made all the more unbearable by the surprise his Mistress had alluded to when
she first introduced him to the contraption. By the time the constricting ring
was in place at the thick base of the slave's rock hard sex he would be as
ready, mentally, as was possible, his brain steeled for the ordeal. Two
separate events would then happen, the first would be the lowering of a box-like
object from the top of the rack, which descended until it was poised squarely in
front of his face, about two inches away from it. Then two small slides would
slip from its front. The higher of which would reveal a tiny television
monitor, immediately in front of slave piglet's wide eyes, and the lower one
allowed a tiny plastic arm to reach out. Attached to this arm was a pair of
Mistress Lotta's minuscule panties.
Once all pre-ordained activity was complete, with slave piglet securely held in
immobile captivity, the trial would begin. The small metal arm to which the
panties were attached would move in towards his face until the gusset, pungently
aromatic with the aroma of Mistress Lotta's fragrant sex, would be drape over
the slave's twitching nostrils, allowing him to deeply inhale the erotic scent,
sending him wild with desire, and cause his arching, aching penis to throb in
absolute ecstasy. Next the tiny monitor would flick into life and a video, made
by Mistress Lotta in conjunction with her lover Master Frederick expressly for
this purpose, would begin.
The arm attached to the latex covered ring enclosing slave piglet's long thick
organ would begin to slowly strop up and down the hot pulsing stem, with
agonising sensuousness while he breathed deeply the succulent aroma of sex, and
stared in awe at the two dominators as they performed such erotic feats to
cruelly taunt him. Mistress Lotta, in her exquisite erotic cruelty, had added a
sound track to the video in which she described, in graphic detail, the entire
sequence of the wanton sexual pleasures depicted, always reminding the
ecstatically suffering slave that he was forbidden to experience any of the
erotic acts that he was witnessing.
The video started with the two dominants sensuously undressing each other.
Slave piglet watched with growing arousal while the huge black hands of the
Master stripped his Mistress, caressing her voluptuous charms, cupping her large
shapely breasts, and tweaking their rubbery stiff nipples. Then sliding down to
her hairy groin splaying the thick lips of her adorable vulva revealing the
drenched sex trench to the salivating slave, and then petting the strainingly
stiff clitoris. All the time the Mistress' husky voice described the thrilling
sensations she was experiencing to her tormented slave. The slave watched while
the Master first tongued his Mistress' thick teats, then lowered his mighty head
to tease her tingling clitoral bud with his thick, hot tongue, and finally
plunging it deeply into her convulsing vagina, while drilling her pouting anal
ring with a long insistent finger.
Once the Mistress had been fully stripped and expertly titillated by Master
Frederick, it was her turn to return the favour. By this time the captive
slave's mind was in a tortured turmoil of yearning, combined with the ever
present essentiality that he not surrender to his torment. Mistress Lotta
actually wasted no time in divesting Master Frederick of all his garments,
except his briefs which swelled enormously with his mighty penis struggling to
escape from their restricting confines. She then knelt at the huge black man's
feet, one enormous, creamy, white breast on either side of his muscular thigh,
and slowly lowered the leather briefs, sighing with pleasure when the massive,
semi erect penis popped free of the garment, and sensually, swayed back and
forth and inch or two from her beautiful, expectant face.
Mistress Lotta cupped the swollen testicles hanging at the base of the ebony
stalk, and while she slowly and sensuously stoked the ever hardening organ,
began to tease her tormented slave:
"Isn't this the most gorgeous prick you have ever seen, little piglet. Don't
you just long to feel its mighty girth stretching your little man twat ring
open. Don't you yearn to feel it fill the wanton hole of your man cunt and fuck
it 'til your just delirious with lust, you perverted little whore. I'm going to
taste its succulent flavours now, little slut. Are'nt you jealous. I'll bet
you are! I'll bet you are longing to be in my place, so that you could kiss
away the seeping pre-cum from its tip, before joyfully burying its big knob in
the back of your gulping throat, like the lascivious little trollop you are!"
The Mistress then did exactly that, the tip of her pink tongue sweeping up the
fluids seeping from the slit at the tip of the erect penis before opening her
mouth lewdly wide, and then engulfing the huge glans in her mouth. then she
drove down on the organ until almost all of its monumental length disappeared
into her unbelievably stretched lips. Slave piglet, by now panting with pent up
passion, stared in fascination at the scene being played out in front of his
eyes. All his thoughts were concentrated on two things. A bomb could have
exploded in the room and the captive slave would not have even noticed, such was
his state of mind at this time. His entire being was focused on the erotic
display he watched, and on his need to control, utterly, his own burgeoning
desire. The ring enclosing the girth of his own rigid penis stoked it
relentlessly, at an ever increasing, and erotically maddening pace.
The two dominants continued to play out their tableau of sensual abandon on the
tiny screen while the slave suffered his erotic torture with growing anguish,
with the excruciating peaks of pleasure were now almost continually rocking his
heaving, captive nudity. The climax of the slave's harrowing ordeal always came
when the Master threw his Mistress to the floor, pressed her knees up against
her thrusting breasts, causing her dripping vulva to splay wide, then kneeling,
spread legged, between her stretched out thighs. His mighty penis arching out
with its enormous, satiny glans, still glistening with his Mistress' saliva,
nudging at the slick opening of her silky vagina.
Slave piglet's sobs of sensual frustration grew in magnitude while he watched
the huge, black bar of ebony sex slowly disappear into the pink depths of his
Mistress' receptive hole, and begin, ever so slowly, to plunge in and out. At
this point Mistress Lotta's face would appear from behind Master Frederick's
hunched shoulders. She would be smiling with a mixture of erotic cruelty and
unadulterated lust at the camera, and begin to taunt:
"Look, little piglet, look at your Mistress being so deliciously fucked by the
Master's manly cock. It feels soooooo good, little whore. My cunt muscles are
stretched so wide that they ache deliciously. Oh how I love to use them to
squeeze the beautiful big prick with each adorable stroke. Oh how the prick
throbs in me, oh how hot it is. I love it! I love it! I'll bet you're
drooling with lust, you wanton harlot! I'll bet your puny worm is suffering
delightfully while you yearn to be in the Master's place. But you never will be,
will you? Don't you just adore your Mistress for catering to your needs so
perfectly. She knows that, deep down, you are aware that you are not worthy of
ever feeling anything like this, that your puny worm could never satisfy your
Mistress, that you would just die of shame if your slimy worm scum ever soiled
my exquisite skin. Oh! I'm cumming, little slut! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Slave piglet, sweat rolling down his trapped body, watched in utter frustration
as the explosion of the lovers' orgasms broke over their heaving bodies. The
fluids of their combined climaxes gushed around their still moving groins and
dripped to the floor beneath their heaving hips. The ring was now flashing up
and down his own throbbing penis all the while, and he almost lost consciousness
in his endeavours to prevent his throbbing lust pole from releasing even one
tiny drop of his own juice from the wildly churning, and terribly aching
testicles bouncing, almost painfully at the base of the tormented organ.
The last throes of the lovers' orgasms lasted at least five minutes before they
finally collapsed in satiated exhaustion to the floor, and the camera slowly
faded to white. At the same time the piston working slave piglet's masturbator
abruptly ceased moving, and his shackles magically fell away. The exhausted
slave almost collapsed as well, once his body was released. He rested for a
short while, his reddened and quite sore penis remaining rock hard, and his
swollen testicles now aching even more horribly.
When he had recovered sufficiently from his harrowing ordeal he would rise and
quickly clean up the equipment. Slave piglet would then shower, once again
using cold water on his penis to coax it into softening sufficiently for him to
feed its thick tube into his chastity cone. He always used his largest butt
plug, shivering with delight as it stretched his tight anal ring as he sank it
deeply into his rectum before fastening the belt around his slender waist.
Slave piglet would then retire to his small bedroom, dropping off to sleep
quickly with his mind dreaming of endless service and constant humiliation.
Thus slave piglet's life went on for the three months of his Mistress' absence.
It was at this time that the seeds of dissent, first sowed with the slave sow,
began to grow. Although the slave was not, at this time, consciously aware.
Somehow his thirst for subjugation was subtly growing, and Mistress Lotta was
beginning to become less important to his needs. He did not yet, of course,
realise what was happening, and in any event, the doubts he harboured were still
deeply buried in his subconscious, and would not mature for many months yet.
