“Yes, Mistress.”
I braced myself and locked my jaw shut just before the first slice of the crop landed. She did not do it overly hard, but the streak of fire across both ass cheeks hurt like hell, especially being on previously damaged skin.
“Um.”
Lashes two, three and four started to increase in intensity. My ass was on fire. The pain was more than I thought I could handle, but I held onto my ankles with a sort of death grip, hoping to get through it.
I could hear the whip as it cut through the air. There was a loud crack as it slammed against my tender flesh.
“Ah.”
That one was harder than the previous ones. God, I wish it was over, but I was not quite halfway there. Moments later the sixth lash brought tears to my eyes. I fought back the urge to scream and beg. I had to get through this no matter what.
“Remain where you are, but I’ll give you a slight break while I move to the other side. There… ready?”
I nodded my head just as the next lash deep bruised both ass cheeks. I’m sure a definite welt instantly appeared where that one landed.
She never let up as eight, nine and ten left their marks. I managed to hold on and keep fairly quiet. At least all I did was grunt a little on impact. Now, there was two left. She ran her hand across my ass. Even her light touch wanted to make me scream.
“You’re doing great slave. Don’t lose it now. From what I’ve read, there’s a subspace in your brain that you have to find. It allows you to tolerate the pain a little better. Now hold on. There’s two left.”
“Eleven,” she whispered, as the crop made contact.
“Oh – o….”
“Twelve,” my Mistress declared. That one was harder than all the rest. “Now remain right where you are. Don’t let go or move until I get back.”
She was gone for several minutes. God, I wanted to straighten up and rub my ass, but I couldn’t. Mistress returned with a pair of handcuffs and locked them on my wrists.
“That’s so you don’t touch yourself.”
Then she lowered her shorts and panties and lay back on the bed. “You know what to do, slave.”
I immediately sank to my knees and buried my face between her legs. Instantly I knew how much she enjoyed my whipping. Her pussy was soaked with that musky cream that she has when she gets sexually excited. I don’t know what to call it, but with a guy, it’s referred to as pre-cum. With her it’s probably some sort of a natural lube. I licked all of it as it flowed from her honey pot. It was my reward.
My oral sex put her over the edge a couple of times before she pushed me away. As she got up she noticed my hard –on. I was fully erect and wanted some attention.
“What’s it worth to you if I let you cum?”
“Anything you want, Mistress.”
“Go get me a glass of wine, and I’ll think about it.”
When I got back from downstairs with a glass of Chardonnay, she had a rather large strap-on cock fastened around her waist.
“This is the price. Make the ultimate surrender to me. Give yourself to me completely and make yourself my slave forever.”
I swallowed hard and stared at the rubber dick that stuck out from her loins. It was bigger than my own, probably seven inches long and an inch and a half in diameter.
“Well, what’s it gonna be? You get to jerk off, and I take your virginity.”
“I didn’t know that jerking off was going to be so expensive.”
“Good things always are.”
Fuck, I was so hot and horny. I needed to blow so badly.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to take some girl in the ass with your little dicky?”
That’s the first time she’s ever called my cock small. I looked down at my hard, throbbing cock and then looked at the one she wanted to use on me. I knew eventually it would come to this, so I finally gave in.
“Please fuck me with your cock, Mistress.”
“Then get on your knees and suck on it. You’re going to need some lube, you know.”
“You want me to suck it as well?”
“Of course, slut. Suck on it just like I suck on yours.”
Reluctantly I eased down on my knees. The evil dong was right there before my face. Slowly I opened my mouth and let her slip it in. My tongue went to work on it, trying to get it as wet as possible. She grabbed the back of my head and forced it to the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, so she eased it back a little.
“Just relax and tilt your head back a little. Breathe through your nose.”
I did as she asked, and she pushed it in a little deeper. I choked and coughed as she tried to make me deep throat the monster. Finally, she let me stop.
“From now on, you’re going to work on giving blow jobs. If you practice every day, you’ll finally get it. Now get up on the bed on your knees. Grab hold of the center post of the headboard.”
As I knelt there, she pushed my back down.
“Put your ass high in the air and push your stomach and chest down on the mattress as far as you can. That’s better.”
I expected her to just try to ram the monster right in, but she didn’t. I felt some cool liquid being rubbed on my ass bud. Then she slid a finger in. She pushed it in and out for a minute or two before adding a second finger, trying to loosen me up. Finally she got a third finger in my hole.
“Now relax. Remember, this is the ultimate act of surrendering yourself to your Mistress. I’m going to push it in a little and then let your muscles relax around it. Then we’ll continue. Remember, if you relax and push like you’re passing a giant turd, it will go much easier.”
Relaxation didn’t seem to be on my agenda when facing this situation. Suddenly I felt it between my cheeks. It was resting against my puckered little hole. Then there was some pressure as the evil thing stared to break through the muscles of my tightly clenched asshole.
“You’ve got to relax. If you persist on fighting me, I’ll just ram it in and fuck you as hard as I can. Now be a nice little slut and take it.”
Finally I relaxed enough for her to get the head of the evil monster inside of me.
“It really hurts, Mistress. Please take it out. It’s too big. Please, Mistress,” I pleaded.
She pulled it out and let me relax for a minute.
“Now, it’s going back in. It won’t hurt as bad this time. Relax and surrender to your Mistress. Give yourself to me. Please me and enjoy the pain.”
As she started again, it slid past my sphincter a little easier. Mistress waited a moment and then slid another two inches of it into me. She pulled back and started a slow steady motion – in and out, in and out. Every time the phallus went in, it went just a little deeper.
“Ah.”
“We’re almost there.”
Then she started fucking me, while pushing my back down. Faster and faster she went, fucking me ever deeper and harder. Before long she was slamming it in all the way, bouncing her hips against my deeply bruised ass. But there was something going on inside me that I liked. Moments later I felt something running down the inside of my leg. I thought I was bleeding or something.
“Mistress, please stop. I think I’m bleeding.”
“No slut. I’m milking you dry. I’m forcing your cum out without you having an orgasm. Don’t worry; you’ll welcome it someday.”
She must have fucked me for another five minutes. Then she slowly pulled out.
“Now turn around and get on your knees in front of me. Now slave!”
As I did, I knew what she was going to have me do. Her fake cock was certainly not in the same clean condition as it was before this whole ordeal began. Now, the surface of the cock was covered with streaks of blood, a slimy mixture and traces of feces. I closed my eyes and sucked it clean, nearly vomiting several times before I finished.
“I guess that seals the deal, doesn’t it slave? That makes you my slave forever. It should make you happy. Your greatest fantasy has finally become a reality.”
“Thank you, Mistress. I will serve forever.”
“Oh, I know you will.”
Chapter Two
On Sunday morning, I served her breakfast in bed. She was pleased with my efforts.
All through the next week, she had me practice sucking on the fake dick a half hour a day, pushing it deeper into my throat. She told me that by the end of the month I’d better be able to deep throat that entire thing, or she’d take me downtown and give me another place to practice. I didn’t dare ask where that would be.
Friday night came along, and we went out for dinner, finishing up at the local pub. After a few brews, we made it home and spent a wonderful time in bed.
We were up bright and early on Saturday. After breakfast we readied my newest adventure. I was going to spend the day in the new leather outfit while wearing diapers. In one way I was a little excited, but I wasn’t sure about the other.
On the spare room bed was everything we’d need. First she had me lie down on the floor where the dreaded diaper was laid out. I could only imagine which print she had chosen, and I wouldn’t know until it was on. I positioned myself so the front could be brought up between my legs. She sprinkled a bunch of baby powder all over my cock and balls before pulling the diaper up between my legs as tight as possible. The back portion was pulled up around each side, and the overly sticky tabs were pulled snug holding everything together.
“Is your little pee pee comfortable in there?” she asked jokingly.
I stood up and looked down without comment. She had bought the ones with the little girl pattern. She handed me a pink plastic panty to pull up over the diaper for some extra protection. The elastic around each leg and top was extra wide and very tight.
“Now for the jacket,” she commented, as she held it up. I slid in both arms, and she pulled it around to the back. I could feel the tightness as she fastened all eight straps and buckles. Next, I crossed my arms in front, and she pulled the close-ended sleeves around, buckling them tighter than when we were at the store. She also secured my forearms to my belly with the attached strap.
With her help I stepped into the shorts. She pulled them up and closed the zipper and large snap in the back. After tightening the wide leather waist belt, she buckled the leg bands as well. Finally all six of the straps that dangled from the shorts were buckled to the jacket. There was no they were coming off. But just to make sure, two other larger straps extended from the jacket in front over my arms, crossing between my legs and buckled to the back of the jacket.
“Well there you are. All dressed up, and no place to go. You’re on your own,” my Mistress said, “as long as you don’t bother me. I have loads of work to do if I’m going to win that case, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
It didn’t take very long for the boredom to set in. After all, what can you do when in this type of bondage? Finally I decided to go into our bedroom, lie on the bed and watch television. Margo had left the television on so I could watch it. But in her own little sadistic way, she had the Children’s Cartoon Network on and hid the remote. I guess she thought that anyone wearing diapers would like that type of programming.
I watched it for a while and then was faced with my biggest fear. I had to really go, since she denied me using the toilet when we got up this morning. I just couldn’t hold it any longer. Reluctantly I relaxed my bladder. I could feel the warm urine flowing down around my balls and into the crack of my ass. It actually wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but it’s still early in the day.
But one thing led to another. In a while I need a bowel movement as well. I held it as long as I could, but finally succumbed to my fate. I sat up on the edge of the bed and pooped my pants. It was obviously a little soft, because I could feel it squeezing around things trapped inside.
I was glad she wasn’t here watching me. It would have been a little embarrassing. It’s one thing to sit on the john and do it, but shitting in your pants is another. I walked back into the bedroom and used a sippy cup to get a drink. She had left it on the dresser.
I watched some more TV, before Margo called me down for lunch. She had a nice chef’s salad, but I wasn’t that lucky. My Mistress in all her devious ways opened a couple of jars of Gerber baby food. She fed me the worse, bland, tasteless food you can ever imagine. I was fed a container of oatmeal, a jar of spinach and a larger jar of beef and vegetables. I’m not sure what it even was. It was all washed down with an extra large bottle of baby formula direct from a bottle with a nipple.
“Okay, it’s time for your afternoon nap. Let’s go upstairs and put you to bed. It’s nappy time for my little baby.”
I followed her up to the spare room. On the bed lay the hood that went with my outfit.
“I think you should try this, so you get the full effect,” she said as she picked it up.
Mistress slipped it over my head and pulled the laces up the back extra tight. The scent of the leather was wonderful – almost intoxicating. I loved it. The laces were covered with a leather panel and then buckled shut. Two other straps were also pulled tight and fastened – one around my eyes and the other under the jaw and over my head. Finally she buckled the hood to the straight jacket and finished with a wide leather collar around my neck. Even though the only hole in the hood was at my mouth, she shoved a penis gag in and buckled it around the back. Luckily there were enough holes in the gag, so I could breathe.
To finish up, she helped me lay back onto the bed on my back. After all you should never put a baby to sleep on their side or stomach. They may suffocate and die. My legs were pulled apart and fastened to the footboard legs. Just to make sure I couldn’t possibly move or change positions, she used a rope from the ring on the top of the hood to the center post of the headboard.
“You’d better be good and take a nice long nap, so I can finish working on the briefs for Monday’s court date.
“Sleep tight,” she said, as she leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. At least I think she did.
As I lay there, I felt complete. I was enjoying the roles we had undertaken. It seems that Margo was liking it as well. With the hood on and the straps around my head, it was totally dark. I’m sure it will help me get to sleep, but I lay there totally excited. Things were happening so fast. So many things were racing through my mind.
After a while I had to pee again. It didn’t make any difference at that point, so I just let it go. Again the warm liquid seeped around every part of me in my diaper.
I think I dozed for a while. I had some sort of a dream. It felt like someone was watching me. I heard distant voices, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. I think one of them even sounded like my Mistress. I lay there semi-awake and heard muffled laughter in the distance. The other one definitely sounded like a man. I knew Margo is working on her court project, so I finally concluded I must have been dreaming.
Suddenly I felt the urge to shit once again. This time it was different. There was a little pressure deep in my intestines. The discomfort lessened as I relieved myself. It felt different though. It seemed very loose.
I must have slept for a while again but was awakened by someone tickling my feet.
“Hey there, slave baby, are you going to sleep all day?” she asked. “It’s nearly dinner time. Why don’t we get up and go outside where we can clean you up?”
She released my feet and head restraint and helped me stand. The gag was removed along with the neck collar and hood. God, the fresh air felt so good.
“We’re going downstairs and out in the back yard. That way, when we remove your diaper, I can wash you off with the garden hose, because I’m sure there’s quite a mess in there.”
After being bound to the bed all afternoon, my legs were a little stiff, so Margo helped me down the stairs. Once outside she removed the shorts and finally the jacket. There was no doubt what I had done. The smell was absolutely disgusting, and it was in my diaper, completely covering my ass, cock and balls. Hell, the diaper was
full and nearly running over.
I pulled the tabs loose at the sides, and spread my legs wide, dropping the filthy thing to the ground. She laughed at my dilemma. There was an utterly revolting mixture of shit and piss covering everything.
“Wow! Our little baby really made a mess, didn’t he? Lean up against that tree, and I’ll hose you off.”
I did, and the water was icy cold. It took several minutes before she declared me almost clean enough. She went into the garage and got a bucket, the sponge for the car and some soap.
“Now wash yourself really good. I don’t want you tracking any shit into the house. I’ll go get you a towel.”
“Thanks, babe.”
“It’s Mistress, remember?”
“I’m sorry. Thank you, Mistress.”
I washed my ass and legs and noticed how runny most everything was in the diaper. Then I realized that I slept most of the afternoon. I wondered if it was just plain baby food I had eaten or maybe had she put something in the formula. I washed out the plastic pants and hosed down the yard.
When I was presentable, she sent me upstairs to shower and get dressed. She wanted to go out to dinner.
“Oh, there’s some baby lotion that stops diaper rash on the shelf in the closet. After your shower, you’d better rub everything down really well with it.”
We met some friends at the restaurant and had a pleasant evening. Bill asked me what I did all day. I responded by telling him that she really worked the shit out of me. If only he knew. We discussed going to a movie after dinner but decided to go home and take a bottle of wine into the hot tub. I tried to get something started, but she wasn’t really interested.
Sunday was uneventful, and Monday we both went back to work. I own my own electronics company. With about forty employees, we primarily make parts for the military. One of our main ones is used in missile guidance systems. As with all government projects, we make a lot of money, and there’s never a shortage of work.
I left work at noon and stopped by a little pub that I liked not far down the street. I had a couple beers and a dozen wings. I sat there for quite a while getting up my courage. After all, today was my first session at the laser clinic.
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