Mistress Extreme

by Alex Jordaine

  Matthew showed David into the living room where Caroline was seated in a black leather armchair. What an extraordinarily beautiful woman she was, David thought. She had a porcelain-perfect complexion, glittering emerald green eyes that were lit from the inside and full sensuous lips. Her shoulder length red hair had a glossy sheen and she had a wonderfully well-shaped body, which was minimally dressed on this occasion. What few clothes she was wearing – a halter top that barely contained her full breasts and a tiny skirt – were of soft black leather. The oak chest full of BDSM items was open before her.

  ‘Hello there, David,’ Caroline said in friendly greeting. ‘Nice to see you again.’

  ‘You too, Mistress,’ David said. ‘You look really lovely in that outfit, if you don’t mind me saying so.’

  ‘Why, thank you,’ she replied, turning the full force of her smile on him. She ran a hand through her silky mane of hair as she added: ‘You’re looking pretty darned attractive yourself come to that, but you're wearing way too much for my purposes this evening. Matthew, take him into the next room. I want the pair of you to strip naked there and then return to me.’

  Once in the other room Matthew and David removed their clothes and their cocks instantly became rock-hard. ‘Mistress is right,’ Matthew said, giving his friend a hot look. ‘You’re looking very attractive.’

  ‘Thanks Matthew,’ David replied. ‘So are you.’ He was aware of electricity in the air between them again: crackling, shimmering, vibrating.

  Matthew then pulled David into him, causing a sharp tremor in his hard cock, in Matthew’s too. Both men’s shafts were now pulsing. Matthew put a hand down and gripped it round David’s erection; he began slowly pulling it up and down. David found himself doing the same to Matthew, taking hold of his shaft with a firm grip, and the two men masturbated one another excitedly. Before getting too carried away, though, they remembered what Caroline had said to them and stopped as quickly as they’d started.

  When the two men returned to the living room, Caroline narrowed her eyes suspiciously and remarked on their throbbing, precome-coated hard-ons. ‘I strongly suspect that you two have been playing with each other’s cocks without first obtaining my permission,’ she said sternly. ‘That is clearly grounds for punishment. Stand side by side, turn round and reach towards your toes.’

  Caroline started as she obviously meant to go on, spanking the two friends relentlessly – spank, spank, spank, spank, spank – each of her blows landing explosively on their rears in swift succession. She did not stop until both their backsides had coloured a deep and painful red.

  The dominatrix then demanded that they kneel down and face one another and that David kiss Matthew’s right hand. ‘That's right, slave,’ she said, ‘lick and suck his fingers – make believe you're sucking his cock.’ And that’s what David did. He was a cocksucker, after all. Isabella had made him a cocksucker. But this thought occurred to him: perhaps he’d always been a cocksucker, deep down, just like he’d always been a submissive masochist without ever realising it.

  Matthew had quite probably always lusted after him, David guessed, although up to this evening he’d certainly never indicated as much. But David realised, thinking back, that there had always been an element of the homoerotic on his own part in his friendship with Matthew. The trouble was that previously his own buttoned-up persona had prevented him from contemplating such a thing for even a second.

  Well, he was liberated from all that bullshit now. He was the real David Alexander at last: bisexual when it came right down to it, as well as being profoundly submissive and masochistic. That was what he was, who he was. And that was that. He carried on sucking Matthew’s fingers, imagining that he was sucking his cock, hoping that he would soon be sucking his cock.

  ‘I want to move on to some serious discipline now,’ said Caroline impatiently. ‘After all, I wouldn't want to disappoint Mistress Isabella by not thoroughly punishing her slave this evening. And what’s good for one slave is, of course, good for two.’

  Caroline got the two men to kneel besides each other on all fours, and then extracted from the oak chest two white candles, which she lit. David and Matthew whimpered as she poured the molten wax from the candles onto their backs and rears – drip, drip, drip, drip, drip – and soon the two of them began to tremble, their bodies twitching and writhing in pain.

  Caroline blew out the candles, put them to one side, and withdrew a heavy leather flogger from the oak chest. She used it to whip their backsides – whip, whip, whip, whip, whip – beating them without mercy until they were both finding it almost too agonizing to bear. Then she stopped.

  She got them to kneel upright as she delved back in the oak chest, this time taking from it a box full of black pegs, a rattan cane and a cat o’ nine tails. Caroline attached a peg to each of David’s nipples and six more to his scrotum and did the same to Matthew. This caused both men to shudder and shake with pain.

  ‘Get on to your hands and knees again,’ she told the two men, going on to take the rattan cane to their backsides. She caned them so hard – swish, swish, swish, swish, swish – that in the end they had to beg for mercy, both of them sobbing with agony.

  Caroline ceased caning them, got them to kneel upright again and removed the pegs from their bodies. ‘Remain on your knees and turn to face one another,’ she commanded of the two tearful slaves. ‘Now, David, I want you to wank Matthew.’ David did as he was told, did it gladly. He enclosed his friend’s shaft in his fingers and began to stroke it, working up a steady rhythm.

  ‘Lean forward and suck Matthew’s cock,’ Caroline then instructed and that’s what David did. He closed his lips around Matthew’s shaft and started to blow him. His friend’s cock felt meaty and tasted tangy in his mouth. It tasted very good and so did the precome that was leaking constantly from its tip.

  As David luxuriated in sucking Matthew’s cock Caroline picked up the heavy leather flogger again and beat her slave hard on the backside with it – whip, whip, whip, whip, whip – chanting all the while, ‘cocksucker, cocksucker, cocksucker …’

  ‘I want you to change positions now,’ Caroline said after a while. ‘You're to lie on your back, David, and Matthew is to kneel at your side and suck your cock.’ She used the cat o’ nine tails to lash Matthew’s back and rear – lash, lash, lash, lash, lash – while he blew David for all he was worth. She resumed her chant, ‘cocksucker, cocksucker, cocksucker …’

  Caroline got completely naked next, removing her miniscule leather outfit. She then straddled David’s face. ‘Use your tongue and fingers on my pussy,’ she told him and he obeyed, snaking out his tongue and pushing it between the lips of her sex as he used his fingers to stroke her clitoris.

  After a while Caroline climbed off David’s face and moved away from him and the kneeling Matthew to forage in the oak chest once more where this time she selected a double dildo strap-on and a bottle of lubricant. The naked dominatrix lubricated both dildos and first inserted the internal one into the wetness of her sex, letting out a lustful groan of pleasure as she did so. Then she buckled up the leather harness of the strap-on so that she now effectively had her own hard cock.

  She ordered David to remain flat on his back and Matthew to change his position so that they were sixty-nineing one another. ‘You are not permitted to come under any circumstances unless and until I give you permission,’ she told them.

  Caroline eased the dildo into Matthew’s anus. David heard him grunt with pain and at the same time felt his cock become even harder and pulse as he squirted a throb of precome into his mouth. Caroline used the strap-on to fuck Matthew hard – thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. She did this in time with her chant, which had moved into the plural, ‘cocksuckers, cocksuckers, cocksuckers …’

  She speeded up her thrusts still more and with each push of her hips she penetrated Matthew further. The harder she fucked him – furiously entering and re-entering his anus with her strap-on as she continued her cocksucking
chant – the more violently this made the two men suck each other’s cocks and it was only with great difficulty that they managed to hold themselves off from climaxing.

  Finally Caroline, moaning and shivering with lust, built to a frenzied orgasm. While in the throws of her climax she managed to gasp out that Matthew and David were now allowed to come. At long last the two best friends – the two cocksucking best friends – enjoyed their shuddering release, spilling their seed in spasm after spasm into one another’s waiting throats.

  Eventually Caroline and the two slaves disengaged their bodies. ‘Get dressed and go home now, David,’ Caroline ordered, staring coolly at him. ‘I’d like you to return tomorrow evening when I shall dominate you and Matthew again.’

  Chapter Nineteen

  Fast forward a day. Caroline stood at the window tightening the curtain. She was wearing a choker, a miniscule bra that left her gorgeous breasts entirely exposed, merely framing them; a tiny slit-sided skirt, beneath which she was naked, and very high-heeled boots.

  Caroline turned away from the curtained window and looked at Matthew and David. Matthew was standing near the middle of the room with his arms hanging loosely by his side and his blond head bowed submissively. He was nude but for several black leather items: a slave’s collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and a tight cock restrainer that held his erect shaft upright. There was a chest of drawers next to him on top of which there was a leather whip and a red fibreglass cane. David was kneeling with his back to the wall. He was completely naked and had a sizeable erection.

  ‘Be a voyeur for a while, David,’ Caroline said as she strode towards Matthew with measured steps, the high heels of her boots decisive on the oak floor. Her exposed breasts jiggled, her nipples as hard as bullets, and her hips swayed seductively as she moved.

  Caroline told Matthew to bend over and reach towards his toes. He obeyed immediately, his backside raised high, its muscular cheeks offered for punishment. Caroline went on to pick up the leather whip and beat his rear with it, every stroke planting a line of fire on his flesh. Matthew responded to each harsh strike with a gasp of breath that was both pain and pleasure. A red heat seemed to be burning into his skin, sinking deeper and deeper. Matthew pressed his chin into his neck, trying to ride out the pain of the beating as best he could.

  Caroline then put the whip back on top of the chest of drawers and picked up the red fibreglass cane instead, giving the savage implement a couple of practice swipes. Matthew readied himself for what he was about to receive, tensing his body and gritting his teeth. The sharp stinging pain swept through him as Caroline brought the cane down. He barely had time to catch his breath before her second strike landed. Again, the razor sharp pain swept through him as the fibreglass cane landed on his rear. He could feel the heat burning on the cheeks of his backside, the skin raised and imprinted with the pattern of the cane.

  On and on Caroline berated Matthew’s rear with the vicious fibreglass cane, her arm flashing up and down. Matthew closed his eyes, feeling that he was unable to endure the severity of his punishment any longer. But he had to, because still she went on. His backside ached, the smarting pain of each impact merging with the ones that had preceded it and seeping through his body.

  David, kneeling with his back to the wall, watched wide-eyed what Caroline was doing to Matthew and it was making him grow more and more sexually aroused. His breathing became short and shallow and his cock even more rigidly erect. Be a voyeur for a while, that was what Caroline had said to him. It would be his turn to be disciplined like this soon, he thought excitedly. It would be his turn soon.

  Caroline eventually stopped beating Matthew, replacing the fibreglass cane on the top of the chest of drawers, and instructed the much relieved slave to turn round. After that she removed his penis restrainer and when she did his hard cock stiffened still more.

  Caroline then said, ‘Now, Matthew, for something you tell me you’ve been fantasising about for years but never thought would actually ever happen. I want you to start by lubing up your cock.’ She opened the top drawer of the chest on which the heavily used whip and fibreglass cane had been replaced and took out a tube of lubricant, which she handed to him. Matthew unscrewed the tube before coating his shaft with a liberal amount of its contents. He then screwed the top of the tube back on.

  ‘David,’ Caroline called out to the kneeling slave, looking not at his handsome face but at his huge throbbing erection.

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ he replied, his voice hoarse.

  ‘Crawl over here,’ she ordered and he did so immediately. ‘Now arch your back and spread your legs.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ David replied. By now he was almost certain what was coming next – and it wasn’t what he’d been expecting at all. Yet somewhat to his surprise his erection remained throbbingly hard. He wanted what was coming next, that was the truth of the matter – if what he was now assuming was correct, that is.

  It was. ‘Matthew,’ Caroline ordered, ‘I want you to fuck David in the arse.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Matthew replied excitedly, positioning himself behind David. He still had the tube of lubricant in his hand.

  ‘David,’ Caroline went on, ‘prepare yourself to be sodomized by your best friend.’ David reached behind him and parted the cheeks of his backside with his fingertips, exposing the pink opening of his anus.

  Matthew unscrewed the top of the tube of lubricant again and dribbled a cold stream of lube into David’s anal hole. He opened him up with his fingers in preparation for his buggering.

  And David, he had to admit to himself, could hardly wait. The thought of it was making his head swim and his heart race. He could hear his breath coming in shallow gasps and could feel his cock stiffen even further. It was pulsing with even more insistence as Matthew probed his anal channel with his fingers.

  Matthew eased his erection into David’s anal hole. In response David pushed up against him, his fingers still parting his cheeks wide. Then he let out a strangled moan of pleasure as his anus clenched rhythmically around Matthew’s shaft, tightening and relaxing its muscles to accommodate it. Matthew’s hard cock was stretching him now, filling him. And it was ecstatically pleasurable. David’s sphincter constricted suddenly and he felt a pulsing throb deep in his anus. He put his hands back onto the floor before him, the sinews standing out in his arms.

  ‘Wank him too, Matthew,’ Caroline ordered.

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Matthew gasped as he reached under David. He started to squeeze his erection, his fingers curled around its base, while pushing again with his cock into his body.

  Matthew then began to pump hard in and out of David’s anal channel. Over and over he drove his thick cock into him, his shaft filling him as he rocked his hips up to meet his thrusts. And all the while Matthew was masturbating David hard too, just as instructed, his hand moving in swift urgent rhythm over his stiff pulsing cock until it was dripping constantly with precome.

  ‘Come for me now, slaves,’ Caroline then ordered.

  And they obeyed. Matthew, his breath coming faster and louder, climaxed in huge spasms, spraying streams of sticky wetness deep into David’s rear as he too erupted into orgasm, spilling his creamy load onto the oak floor beneath him.

  Caroline waited several beats and then said, ‘How was that for you, David?’

  He looked up at her with shining eyes. ‘Amazing, Mistress,’ he replied.

  ‘It was Isabella’s idea,’ Caroline smirked.

  ‘I see, Mistress.’ It figured.

  Chapter Twenty

  It was back to playing the waiting game for David. He’d allowed himself to be sodomized by Matthew, something which might have been expected to prey on his mind to some degree. But it didn’t, not a bit. Isabella preyed on David’s mind and only Isabella as he waited obsessively for her to call him. She continued to occupy his every thought, to affect his every breath. One, two weeks went by; no call. All David thought about was Isabella. He belonged to her, that was the only t
hing that mattered. She was his Mistress and he was her slave. Three, four weeks went by; no call from her. He wished Isabella would hurry up and call, wished desperately that she would. Five, six weeks went by; still no call.

  Then an alarming thought occurred to David. Why had Isabella handed him over to Caroline? Had she been sending him a subtle message by doing that, one that he’d been painfully slow to recognise? Had it been her way of telling him it was over between them, that she’d lost interest in him; her way of saying she’d moved on and that he should do likewise? Was that it? Was it all over between them after everything she’d put him through, he asked himself, spiralling further down into despair. After all the waiting around, all the hoping and dreaming, was it all over? Oh God, was it? Was it?

  No it wasn’t. She phoned. ‘Do you know where the head office of La Fetishista is?’ Isabella asked.

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ he replied. It was in a side road off Russell Square near the seafront.

  ‘Be there in one hour – exactly on the hour,’ she ordered. ‘My PA, Sandra, will meet you at our reception area and will bring you up to my office. I’ve told her that you are a potential investor in the company. Make sure you maintain that fiction when you meet her.’ And the call was ended.

  David parked his car in the NCP underground car park at Russell Square and, emerging from its main exit, glanced in the direction of the seafront. It was a fine day, sunny and bright, and the usually murky English Channel was giving a fair approximation to Mediterranean blue.

  He checked his watch and walked the short distance to the head office of La Fetishista. After lingering outside the entrance to the building for a few minutes until it was exactly on the hour, he went straight to the reception area. There he was met by Isabella’s PA, Sandra, with briskly businesslike amiability. Sandra was young, blonde and pretty in an understated way and had a tidy, efficient air about her. She looked bright and astute and David wondered how much she knew of her employer’s private life. He concluded that she would be aware of everything that was in the public domain – which was pretty general when all was said and done – and anything else Isabella may have chosen to share with her. And what did that tell him? Next to nothing, he decided.