"Anything you say Mistress!"
"I'm serious! You are NOT to cum unless I expressly tell you to! Is that understood!"
"Yes Mistress. No Masturbation."
"Now stand up and get back to work, we have a lot of work to do around here. I want this kitchen done in the next two hours! Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress. As you command."
"I will be working upstairs in the last bedroom at the end of the hall. When you come upstairs you are to be completely naked, kneel in front of the door and knock, then wait. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress!" I said excitedly.
She picked up the bottle of wine and left the room. My eyes followed her ever step.
I could hear her in the upstairs room working, the entire time I was finishing up the kitchen. It took every bit of the two hours she allotted.
My penis never faltered off rock hard the entire time.
When I was done, I wiped down the counters, piled the boxed neatly in the den, pealed out of my clothes and when upstairs. I walked down the hall to the door, knelt and knocked.
"Be with you in a moment." She replied.
"Yes Mistress."
A couple moments later the door opened...she was wearing (need your input here) a black leather corset which shelved her large breasts leaving exposed her nipples, black leather thong, fish net hose and black leather knee high boots.
As my eyes took in this Goddess of my dreams my penis involuntarily throbbed and then erupted shooting several ropes of cum into the room between her boots.
Her hand lashed out striking me in the face, "I did NOT give you permission to cum!"
"I'm SO sorry Mistress! I did not mean to!"
"Clean it up with your tongue!" She ordered. "And if your penis doesn't stay hard it will suffer untold punishment!"
Upon her threat my cock throbbed again...undaunted by having just released its cum...it seemed to have a mind all its own begging for her to abuse it.
I leaned forward and began licking my spent cum trails...I was thoroughly humiliated my face a bright red.
"I can see your penis needs to learn who it's NEW master is!" She said enjoying my humiliation.
As I finished licking up my spent cum, I looked back up at her. in her hands were four leather cuffs. She dropped them before me onto the floor.
"Put these on! I can see you are WAY over due for some punishment, especially that cock of of yours!"
I put a cuff on both of my ankles and wrists.
"You have been a very naughty boy, Pete, get over here on my spanking bench!" She commanded.
She pointed to an odd bench looking piece of furniture...it was more akin to a horse about 12 inches wide along the top, with four shelves jutting out from the sides, two on each side. It didn't take much to figure it out...laying on the top (on my stomach) and the shelves were the placement of my elbows and knees. I laid down placing my arms and legs into position, she walked around me attaching my cuffs securely to metal eyelets securing me in place. It was then that I realized that I was fully exposed, my genitals hanging freely between my spread legs, my butt prominently displayed and spread.
Once again my cock throbbed with excitement, betraying my fear.
"Hmmm, looks like you are enjoying your position, slave." She laughed having obviously seen it.
"Yes, it does seem he is excited despite my fear!" I replied.
She plucked a leather crop from the wall, "Lets see what you can take...shall we?"
She began striking my exposed ass repeatedly with the crop, not too terribly hard, but thoroughly covering every inch of my exposed bottom, making sure to completely cover the in between cheeks of my ass reigning many hits to my anus, and several to my testicles. It was those hits in particular that caused my cock to throb...and begin to drool precum.
"My! My! Aren't you a randy one!" She mused. "It seems the more I hit your precious genitals the more excited they become!" She said refocusing her attention to my dangling testicles.
My back side and testicles were burning hot when she finally put down the crop, and picked up a leather paddle.
"Lets see how you enjoy this, now that you are properly warmed up?" She smiled. "I think I will start you out light tonight, with 25. You will count each one out loud and thank me for each one."
"Yes Mistress." dread filling my voice.
Smack! I about jumped out of my skin as this leather clad paddle struck my sore ass.
"OUTCH!! God that hurts!" I cried out.
"Smack!!" a second one landed, "I don't hear you counting?"
"Two! Thank you Mistress!" I choked out in pain...
"No! You start at ONE! And should you miss counting again it begins at ONE Again!"
Smack!
"One...Thank You Mistress!" I cried.
"Good boy!" She smiled...Smack!
Two! Thank you Mistress!" Tears forming in my eyes.
"Very good, Slave."
By the time we hit 10 I was crying, at 20 I was sobbing, my ass on fire...
Her 25th hit was brutal...sobbing I cried out "Twenty Five! Thank you Mistress"
"There there my slave...this is your punishment for cumming without permission! All is forgiven now, but know that each time you cum without permission I will at 10 more hits to your punishment!"
"Yes, Mistress, Thank you" I sobbed.
She sat on a chair in front of me sipping her wine, as I cried, slowly regaining my composure.
God she was breadth taking....in minutes my penis was once again rock hard and drooling.
"Now, Lets move on to another of your body parts shall we?" She said setting her empty wine glass down on the counter and began unlatching me from the spanking horse.
"Hop up here into my gynecological table." She smiled, "My aren't we excited again!" She teased me seeing my rampant cock. "It seems your little pee pee there is just begging for some of my attention!"
Shame filled me, my cheeks flushed red again. I nodded agreement.
I carefully got into the chair, my arms and feet were tied in place, my legs spread wide, my cock and balls exposed and helpless. She had several wide leather belts that fastened across my chest and stomach making any movement on my part impossible.
She opened a drawer and pulled out a small hand leather hand held whip and many laces.
"This is a penis whip." She said matter of factly, "In time your penis will come to enjoy its affects..in time..." with that she swung the whip striking my cock head with the laces sending a spike of pain through my manhood. she gaged my response, and then began beating my cock in earnest...the blows coming every couple seconds, I lost count of the hits...easily two or three hundred, my hard cock endured twenty or thirty before it began to loose its strength...by one hundred it was completely limp and dark red. She beat every inch of my penis from root to frenum, all sides and enjoyed beating the underneath side especially...
Once again I was reduced to tears, sobbing long before she stopped.
"That should keep your hands at bay from wanting to stroke this worthless piece of flesh"
I looked down at my penis it was covered in welts and bleeding all around. She then took a piece of tape and taped it to my stomach.
"Now for your testicles!" She sighed. "You do seem to have nice big testicles! How I adore a nice set of testicles!" She sighed sadistically
To my horror my penis once again began to get hard pushing its way through the tape.
"My! MY! Such a pain slut you are! Few men can still get aroused after I've beaten their cocks!"
She took some thin rope and put a single knot about my balls separating them from my body, trapping them in their sack. and began squeezing them and pulling on them with every increasing strength...before long I was crying out in pain...my cock defying my agony was rock hard and once more oosing precum onto my stomach.
My balls were hot and loose in their sack when her first hit landed...I involuntarily lunged forward in my straps, and cried out in pain the pains
shot from my testicles into my abdomen, a moment later another hard blow..sending another waive of pain into my body.
"This is all about timing" she began methodically, "Strength of hit, and distance between hits...your balls are the ultimate source of pain to your body, done correctly I can do this to you all night long." her third hit landed sending another waive of pain into me. I was unable to talk, my cock never faltered betraying the pain I was absorbing, "Done right, I may even be able to make you cum by only punching your testicles!" She smiled at me, a very scary smile, sadistic yet erotic...this was obviously turning her on.
I do not know how long she hit me, it seemed like hours my stomach muscles were aching from flexing from each hit, my shoulder and neck muscles ached from the pains...and my testicles...my testicles never stopped throbbing even when she was not punching them or clubbing them with that large latex dildo.
"That should do for this evening." She said setting down the dildo and standing up.
"Thank you Mistress" I whispered.
"You have done better than I expected...I believe I am going to enjoy you slave..I do so love that you are next door and always at my beck and call. Would you like a reward for you endeavors tonight? Not that you have earned one, having cum already tonight...But I am in a good mood."
"Oh YES Mistress...Thank you!"
She smiled, and ripped the tape from my bruised and bleeding penis.
She opened a drawer and pulled out a tube of something, put on a latex glove, put the paste onto the glove, and then added something red from another bottle, and returned between my legs. I will only stop when you cum, but know you will spend this night in this chair...in the morning I'm going to beat your balls again.
"Yes Mistress"
She smiled and grabbed a hold of my hard penis and began stroking it with the latex glove...the cream felt cold at first, and then it began to burn.
"God that burns!" I cried out.
"Well it should!" she mused, "Its extra strength Bengay and tabassco sauce!!"
The burning pain seemed to fuel my arousal, and finally my cock erupted sending several ropes of cum onto my chest, one hitting my face. She laughed at me.
"Now you will feel the true pain of this ointment!" she said pulling off the glove and placing it over my penis making sure my entire cock was covered with the mixture..."see you in the morning slave...Sleep tight!"
My cock was limp and burning as she turned off the light and closed the door....
Sadistic Days
Driving down these streets brings back so many memories. I grew up in this town and there are so many things I could be doing right now. I pull down Main Street and turn into the ratty motel on the corner. I check into my room and get ready for my night. Pulling my hair into a half pony tail and curling the underside. I watch myself in the mirror as I change from Sirs sessa, to Katy. My phone is blasting music and I am losing my excitement of being back in Las Vegas. Once I've slipped on the pin stripe skirt and blouse and finished my makeup I take a deep breath and walk to my rental car. I flew here. Sir wouldn't allow me to drive alone; He almost wouldn't allow me to fly alone until I told Him this was something I had to do. You see just over 6 months ago a friend called and needed help. I helped her on the understanding that she would not only return the money, but that she was going to make her life better. I've heard word around that she's not doing any better and I'm tired of the excesses. I want what is mine. It's not about the money- it's the principal of the situation. I drive through my old neighborhood and smile at the memories. I remember having sex on those bleachers, and behind that club. I shake my head and remember why I am here. I reached out to help someone- and now it's time to collect. I turn my old town upside down looking for AGilliann, Gillian as everyone always called her. I'm over her games and excuses.
After searching a few more hide outs for Gillian I am ready to call it a night. It's already 3 am back home and I'm sure Sir is wondering why I haven't answered any of his calls. I grab my purse and head to the room. Striping everything off and climbing into the shower I wash way the old me. Being back in this town, with these people makes me shudder. I hate this place, a sunny town full of shady people. I wrap myself in a towel and grab my laptop. Plopping down on the bed I open it and sign into yahoo. Sir is still on and almost immediately I get a request to view cam. I accept and smile softly lowering my eyes.
"Where have you been my slut?" Sirs voice is low, but He's angry.
"Sir I told you that I can't answer every call and text every hour it's just not that simple. You have to let me do this." I reiterate. Sir nods and we talk a little longer.
"Sir, I do have to inform you that I kissed a black man today in order to piss off his girlfriend who was just being a skank." I fill him in on different parts of the day.
"I'll deal with that when you come home." He says sternly. After he tells me about what happened at home we say our good nights.
He sets his laptop on the side table of our bedroom and leaves the cam on. I lean over to shut off the light and curl back up and fall asleep with my Daddy watching over me.
My phone starts to ring and I am jostled out of a deep sleep. I look at the laptop and Sir has left me a few messages on yahoo before He signed out. I reach over and answer my phone.
"You've got 1 minute to tell me why the hell you are calling me at 7 am." I spit out not caring who is on the other end.
"Hey it's Jordana; I heard you were looking for Gillian; if you want her you have to deal with me." The line goes dead.
I jump up and pull on my jeans and some sneakers. I don't need to worry about how I look today. I know where she is. I grab my favorite tank, pull on a light jacket and toss my hair into a pony tail before brushing my teeth. I send a text to Sir and head to the car. I roll down all four of the windows and blast a favorite cd as I pull down the street. Jordana's house is just a mile from where I was staying. I flip into her drive way and lay on my car horn.
The front door opens and a group of girls flood out on to the yard. Jordana is the last one out.
I open my car door and step out making sure to stay on the sidewalk.
"Jordana." I state. I would have called her something else, but being here without anyone to back me up I calm me.
"Katy, what do you want with my sister?" She steps closer. I stand my ground. If I move there will be a fight.
"She owes me, and you know the rules Jordana. I have to collect."
"She doesn't have any money." Jordana spits out. "She's a flake; you know that better than anyone."
Jordana comes a little closer. I hold out my arms and she folds into them.
"Jordana, look- you know I can't forgo the rules. I have a rep here and I have to uphold it. I'm not going to hurt her though. You know me well enough to know I would never hurt your family."
"She doesn't have anything." Jordana waves the girls away and we head into the house.
Gillian is passed out on the couch.
"What's she on?" I mutter as I sit in a chair at the dining room table.
"I slipped her some traz to knock her out when she came banging on my door at 3 am. She got word from a few jeffahoes up off of collage that she was on a hunt list."
Jordana hands me a bottle of water and sits down.
"What can we do to pay off this debt?" Jordana pulls out a note book and pen and starts to scribble.
Jordana and Gillian are twins. Gillian went down the wrong path in school when her mom passed away. Jordana is all she has.
They are both about the same height as me; Jordana has always been slightly taller. When we were in school they had long straight hair that stopped at the waist. Gillian had dyed hers black to piss off their mother, but Jordana kept the blonde. Their pale skin made their ocean eyes that much more incising. I never did get to sleep with either girl. I smirk at the thought.
"Jordana, are you still playing?" I look over at her. Her blue eyes pop wide open and a smile slips across her face.
"Haven't
for almost a year." She sits up more in her seat. "What about you?" She drops the pen.
I pull the sleeve of my jacket up and show her my bracelet.
"Not only am I playing- I'm owned." I chuckle and take a sip of water.
"WHAT?!?!?" Her mouth drops open and she pulls the tag from my wrist. After reading it a few times over she shakes her head.
"I never thought that would happen, after the last one." She lowers her eyes.
"You're not the only one." I set the water down and slide the chair to sit face to face with Jordana.
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