by Candy Caine
It was weird. Though my ass stung like a son of a gun, I was completely turned on. That little voice in the back of my head hadn’t just been squashed, it had been obliterated. I was ready to obey. The other woman took me into her mouth greedily and began to suck me clear up to my balls. It was incredible. I knew at this rate I’d be spewing soon.
“Suck his cock, bitch! Suck it while I fuck your sweet, tight pussy,” Diana commanded.
Diana had strapped on a nasty-looking, black dildo and began to fuck the other woman from behind. As a result, the woman began to work my rod harder and faster. I let loose a groan, pulling her closer to me. The woman’s long tongue slurped over my tip and my balls, hitting the sensitive spot behind them. Then she took all of me into that talented mouth of hers as if she were a vacuum cleaner.
Diana must have sensed I was about to climax because she shouted at me, “Don’t you dare come! You will not ejaculate until I give you permission.”
My eyes met her glare and my body froze in response as if a bucket of icy water had been poured on my cock. My throat tightened as my organ shriveled. The other woman continued to suck me, but my cock had all but died and given up the ghost.
“Halt, slave!” Diana ordered. Then with the tip of her whip she nudged me. “You position yourself behind her.”
I complied with Diana’s wishes and went to stand in back of the kneeling woman.
“You may come inside the slave.”
I grabbed the sides of the woman’s ass, which was still flaming red from Diana’s whip. She was so wet that her juices had already begun to run down the insides of her thighs. I slipped inside her with ease and began to move, slowly.
“Harder!” Diana barked. “Pound that bitch! Punish her with your cock!”
I began to slam into her and my cock grew hard instantly. Sweat began to bead across my forehead. Before long, it began to slowly seep into my eyes. I wiped it away as best as I could. I’d never fucked a woman this hard for fear it might hurt her, but hell, it was a thrilling feeling. All I heard was the smacking of my balls against the slave’s ass as I rammed into her. I was enjoying this and wanted it to last as long as it could.
The woman moaned in pleasure and tried to meet my every thrust. She reached underneath herself and rubbed her clit in order to heighten her pleasure. I grabbed one of her swaying breasts and began to knead its nipple between my thumb and forefinger. That drew another moan from her. She put her hand over mine and squeezed it. I heard the message loud and clear, and increased the pressure on her nipple. It wasn’t enough, so I eventually pulled on it. She really liked that and within moments I felt her begin to tremble with an orgasm. I continued what I was doing until I felt her last spasm. Then I grabbed her hips, thrusting as fast as I could until I exploded and shot hot cum into her.
Talk about weird. Ten minutes later, Diana had slipped out of her gear and put on a bathrobe, while the dark-haired woman threw on some sweats. I got back into my clothes, as well. Then we all sat around the kitchen table cooling off with cold beers. It was as if Diana’s evil twin sister had gone back to the dungeon she’d escaped from.
“John, this is Ann,” she said matter-of-factly. “We work together at the hospital.
“This is really some place,” I said, still overwhelmed with her apartment.
“It’s a terrific find. I can make as much noise as I like without disturbing the neighbors.”
“How long have you been doing…this?” I asked Diana.
“Five years.”
“Wow! I would have never guessed.”
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Ann asked.
She spoke with a slight Hispanic accent. I realized I hadn’t really heard her speak before. Remembering her angry-looking ass, I threw the question right back at her. “Did you?”
She gave me a smile. “Of course. I always do.”
“Would you like to do this again sometime?” Diana asked me.
“I dunno. I found it kinda…intense.”
“I think you would like to,” Diana said quietly. “You probably never climaxed before like you just did.”
She had me there. My orgasm had been unbelievable. But that domination thing. Ann had been the one getting whacked. How would I feel if I were in her place?
“What do you say? Are you game?” Diana interrupted my thoughts.
“Okay, but…”
“What’s on your mind?”
“I was thinking about us.”
“You and me?”
“Yeah. How will that affect us—the relationship we now have?”
“It doesn’t have to, unless you decide to change it.”
“I honestly don’t see how it can remain the same.”
“It can. You’ll see. Trust me.”
Trust her, she said. Even though I wasn’t really certain how that could be possible, I agreed, anyway, to another session with Lady Di, the moniker she went by in the trade. No matter what, the sex I’d had with these two women had been the hottest I’d ever experienced. I soon began to look forward to the next session.
Thinking about this, I had to wonder. Had Diana tapped into some masochistic streak I never knew I possessed? How the hell pain could be so inviting, I’d absolutely no idea. All I knew was that I craved more of the same. And I couldn’t think of anything else until the next time.
* * *
When I met Diana for dinner during the weekend, my misgivings about the domination hurting our relationship were tempered, but not altogether removed. Certainly when we went back to my place and made love, it was tender and sweet with me being the initiator, but I still felt weird about it. Perhaps because it was lurking in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help wondering if Diana was someone with multiple personalities. While we were together, I had no qualms about our relationship. Her lips and arms were as sincere as they were before I discovered her secret life. I felt such contentment as we lay cuddled together afterwards. It was only after she was gone that the doubt surfaced.
* * *
The night I was supposed to go to Diana’s, I was more than just a little nervous. In fact, I almost chickened out and called to cancel. However, a delightful flashback of that fantastic climax stopped me from doing so. When I knocked on Diana’s door, she opened it, already wearing her dominatrix costume.
“Right on time, slave. Good. Go directly to the bedroom.”
As soon as I reached the bedroom, she commanded me to strip. Then she handed me an ugly-looking, black latex mask. I noticed it had holes for my nose, but zippers for the eyes and mouth.
“A little early for Halloween,” I said, and then immediately regretted it.
She cruelly grabbed my crotch and squeezed. “Rule number one: do not speak unless asked to. Now put that mask on.”
I was not expecting that and Lord, did my balls hurt! It took a few moments for the throbbing to subside. And I assure you, following that, I did what I was told. The mask was hot and smelly, but at least the zippers were open so I could see.
“On your knees!” Diana commanded next.
I got down on all fours and allowed her to put a dog collar around my neck. It had a large D-shaped ring to which she attached a short leather leash. Similar cuffs were put on my wrists and ankles.
Suddenly I began to get the feeling I’d made a big mistake. When Ann was the slave, it had been a better deal. Now as Diana was attaching all the potential restraints, I wasn’t certain I was going to like being the designated slave.
“Stand, slave.”
My eyes opened wide when I saw what Diana had in her hands. Those dainty, delicate hands now held lethal-looking nipple clamps. Attaching them to my tender buds brought tears to my eyes, but at least I was able to stifle an unmanly yelp. If the tit clamps had been a shock, I nearly had a stroke when she slipped a cock ring around my balls and then worked it around my semi-erect member. My poor cock didn’t know what to do, waiting for some signal from my brain. But I was too confused to think straight—half out of my mi
nd with trepidation and half excited with anticipation. A chain was then fastened from the cock ring to each of my nipples, which were now completely numb.
“Heel, slave!” Diana barked, tugging my leash.
She had me stand under a large hook suspended from the ceiling. “Raise your arms over your head,” Diana said. I stood there, arms suspended in the air, and watched as she carried over a stool to stand on. Dutifully, I allowed her to attach my wrists to the hook.
I felt like a slave on the block being checked out for sale as she walked around me admiring her handiwork before running her hands lightly over my goose-pimpled skin. The cock ring tightened as my cock responded. She flashed me a wicked smile, which sent bad vibes spidering down my spine and fluttering in my gut.
Now helpless, I watched bug-eyed as Diana chose a whip, one with long nylon strands extending from the handle, from a rack of assorted whips.
“Now, slave, pledge your obedience to me.”
When I said nothing, she swung the whip hard against my ass. I could still feel the sting moments later.
Diana repeated. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I hardly recognized the voice as my own.
That earned me another nasty swipe with the whip. I didn’t really know what the punishment was for. However, as much as it hurt, it turned me on. Unbelievable.
“The correct answer is yes, Mistress.”
I nodded yes, but saw her raise her hand. Correcting myself quickly, I replied, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Now listen carefully. “Rule number two: you will come only when I say you can. Is that understood?”
Staring at the whip in her hand, I said, “Yes, Mistress.” I had no idea how hard it was going to be to obey this rule.
To my surprise, she began to whip me—everywhere! My brain couldn’t comprehend why, especially after I’d pledged my obedience. She struck my back, my ass and the backs of my legs. Instead of fear, I felt aroused and wanted to come in the worst way. Besides, the cock ring was beginning to feel like a vise. I wondered what disobeying that rule would earn me. Something told me I didn’t want to know, so I tried to wrap my mind around work—anything nonsexual. She continued to torture me with the whip for a few more minutes before releasing me from the hook.
“Get down on all fours!”
She grabbed the leather leash attached to the D-ring on my collar and walked me, like a dog, over to the bed.
“Lie down on the bed—face up.”
She positioned me spread-eagled, attaching my wrists and ankles to chains on the four posts. She purposely reached over my body and brushed my face with her exposed tits to tease me. It worked. The cock ring had become uncomfortably snug again with my penis waving in the air.
From the night table, she picked up a large feather attached to a handle and a fur mitt. Diana knew how ticklish I was, and obviously she was going to use it as a form of torture.
She chose to use the feather first. Gently, barely touching my skin, she stroked it across my chest—back and forth. My nipples tightened into such hard pebbles I feared they’d never soften again. After dwelling there for a few minutes, her attention dropped lower, to my arms and legs. Over and over again she tormented me with that damn feather. I squirmed and pulled against my restraints. I was going crazy. And if she didn’t stop, I was going to scream. Then when I thought it couldn’t get worse, she stroked the most sensitive spot on my entire body—right behind my balls. Fearing I was going to lose it and let loose, I gasped and bit down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
Then, miraculously, she stopped. It was only a short reprieve, however. She switched to a fur mitt and repeated the torture. I couldn’t stand another stroke and cried out. I’d had enough of her teasing and desperately needed to touch her. More than that, I wanted to ram my cock into her. She had reduced me to a blathering idiot and I was willing to beg, do practically anything at this point to get off.
That’s when I learned her most important rule of all, number three: “I need to come—often.” That meant her, of course.
Diana got on the bed and lowered her pussy to inches over my face. Close enough to smell her musky womanly aroma, but too far for my extended tongue to reach.
“Want me, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Make me come.”
She lowered herself close enough for me to reach her with my mouth. I alternately pulled and sucked her engorged clit with my lips before whipping my tongue across it. She was already wet and I thrust my tongue in and out, her essence smearing across my face as she gyrated her hips to meet my thrusts. Then she became so hot she practically smothered me by grinding her pussy into my face. I nearly couldn’t lick or suck fast enough to keep up with her movements. I was able to bring her to climax quickly, but I’d become a ticking bomb close to coming myself. I watched her body tremble as the expression on her face changed to one of total absorption. When her orgasm was over, she slid down my chest to my straining cock, leaving a wet trail of love juice in her wake.
Diana had to know how crazy she was making me. Even so, she continued the sweet torture by only grazing my cock with her wet pussy. I tried to raise my body from the bed in order to reach her, but to no avail. Finally, just as I thought I’d die, she stopped her teasing and lowered herself onto my straining rod. I filled her completely, emitting a sigh. But she still didn’t give me permission to come. She knew she was tormenting me as she slowly moved up and down. I could detect a look of pure, evil lust in her eyes. She was going well beyond the realm of torture. I wanted to explode right then and there, but feared breaking her damn rule. My feverish mind debated coming, anyway. Once I got off, I could stand whatever she dished out. One glance at the whip, though, and my thoughts of rebellion—and relief—were gone.
My agony was now off the charts and increased tenfold as her movement began to pick up speed. I watched as her eyes closed and her face grew tight. I gritted my teeth, thought of stuff as unrelated to sex as possible, trying in the worst way to control my ejaculation. She began to tremble as a soft moan passed her lips. Then she blessed me with the words I longed to hear the most. “You may now come.”
Before I could act on the order, however, she lifted herself off my cock and reversed her body, changing the angle that my shaft was entering her pussy. It gave me a gorgeous view of her pussy lips and perfectly round ass. Since I wasn’t able to touch her because of my restraints, she did all the work. She began to move slowly. Just watching my cock move in and out of her was one of the most tantalizing sights in the world. Then she began to move faster and faster. That pushed me over the edge. I exploded inside her. My climax continued for minutes—longer than any I’d ever experienced before. It was so intense that my entire body shook.
Diana smiled. “Good slave. Here’s your treat,” she said, turning around and lowering one of her luscious tits to my mouth. I suckled greedily. And found that I was getting aroused once more.
She undid my restraints and led me off the bed and out of the room into the kitchen, of all places. I was pushed down into a chair and she straddled me. She began to move seductively slow at first, up my semi-hard cock and then down. I could feel my blood surging toward it and engorging it until I filled her completely. She soon moved faster, giving me permission to touch her tits, which were bouncing through the cutouts in her vest.
I grabbed her nipples, tugging and fanning them with my fingers. She seemed to enjoy that and began to grind her bottom into me each time she came down. I suckled one nipple and then the other. She didn’t seem to mind, so I wasn’t punished for the infraction. She had one more orgasm and allowed me to come, as well. That last climax sapped whatever little strength I had left. Diana seemed just as exhausted.
“You may take off your mask, slave.”
I did so and the cooler air in the room immediately started to dry my sweaty head. Next she began to remove all the rest of the hardware I was wearing.
“Well, what do yo
u think?” she asked, in a non-dominatrix tone of voice.
I had no words to describe what I’d just experienced.
“Would you like to do it again—with a different routine?”
“Yeah…I would.”
Before tonight, I’d never have believed I’d be into that kind of stuff. But I knew I was hooked. I must have gone over to the dark side, and man, was it something.
“Good.” She smiled. We set another date.
* * *
Before long I’d become a true slave to Lady Di and my own crazy fantasies. I was addicted. Somehow the thin line between pleasure and pain had become merged. And I couldn’t get enough of it. Despite all the domination, I still continued a normal relationship with Diana. The weirdest thing of all was that I wasn’t certain which Diana I needed more.
Soon I began to live from session to session. I hardly missed the fact that I was seeing Diana outside of these sessions less and less. Of course, I told no one about my descent into the world of domination—not even Steve, the one guy at work I was close to. We used to go out on Fridays looking for babes at the bars before I met Diana. Steve, a tall black guy who resembled an actor on TV, was a real babe magnet. He had been in the car with me the night of the accident and had broken his arm so badly it required surgery. After Diana came into the picture, we’d sort of drifted apart.
Then one night out of the blue, Steve called me. He sounded upset and wanted to meet for a drink.
“Hey, John. Glad you came,” he said, shaking my hand as I sat down.
He looked like hell. “What’s up?” I asked.
There was a pitcher of beer on the table. I poured myself a glass as he began to talk.