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“So, this generally works a few ways. No of that is important because this is only how I want it to work. I paid for you and you agreed to be bought. We are going to play until you understand that you will submit to me. Not in that fake groveling bullshit so many people do. ‘Oh mistress this and oh mistress that.’ I am going to break you and you are going to find such divine pleasure in submitting to my will. “She paused for several seconds. I swallowed hard in anticipation. “I am going to make it so you crave me, want me.” I barely heard her flog before it struck my chest. “And we start now.”
I didn’t have time to react before the next blow and the next. She flogged without mercy. She started on the chest then worked her way down. I was hoping she would work on my ass next, but it was not to be. She finally paused. “So, would your cock get hard if it was out of it’s cage and I flogged it?”
“I’m sure it…” SLAP across the face with an open hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry, slave? You were saying something?” Her husky voice mocked me.
“Mistress, I’m sure it would get larger, yes.”
“Well then…” she took the key from around my neck. “We’ll just take your word for it. I believe you. You seem to be enjoying this as much as I am. For the time being.” The key didn’t go into the lock and cage didn’t spring open. My cock hurt as it was pushing against the steal so hard. I still couldn’t see her, but I could tell some of her movements. I felt her lower to her knees.
She licked my balls and I almost came! “hmm…” She licked more and gently reached up to my balls and held them. This was it…I was going to fuck this woman! I had no idea what she looked like. I knew she was about my height and I could hear the creak of leather when she moved, but I had no idea if she was hot, ugly, old young, fat, skinny…I just knew she was powerful and right now I wanted to be weak.
My wondered just for a second and was snapped back as she squeezed my balls while her tongue ran between my testicles. “Well, you are going to stay here…I am going to step out for a few. Don’t go anywhere, and…don’t touch yourself? OK?” She laughed at her joke. I was still trussed up, my dick was in a padlocked steal cage, I was blindfolded in a locked room be myself. Where in the hell was I going to go and how the hell…
SMACK across my cheek. “I gave you instructions. You will acknowledge them. You will stay here and you will not touch your penis and you certainly will not CUM until my return. Is that clear?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes.” I paused then caught myself just in time. “Mistress.” The slap became a caress of my cheek and she pulled my head forward, meeting my lips with your open mouth. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and kissed me hard. It was powerful and sensuous. I still didn’t know what she looked like. But she smelled like jasmine, her skin was soft, tasted slightly of tequila and faintly of smoke and her lips were soft and full. She pulled away, pulling my lip out with her teeth. She bit down slightly. “You’re learning. Now stay here. I hope you aren’t afraid of the dark.”
She stepped away, her heels making a small sound on the carpet of the room. I heard the light switch go off and what little light coming from the edges of the blindfold was gone. I was alone in the room. Locked, restrained, alone, and in darkness. I only had my own thoughts for company. I could hear music faintly from the venue, but not enough to get a sense of time.
The seconds ticked into minutes. I tried keeping count, but I lost track when I thought of the Mistress. What I could tell so far was that she was about my height, maybe slightly taller. Subtracting for heels, assuming 4 inch stilettos as opposed to 8 inch stripped heels based on the clack on the hallway tile, that would make her about 5’7” or so. I didn’t feel hair when she kissed me, so it was either short or pulled back. No breasts brushing, so she was not hugely busty, or she was standing away. I’d come back to that. OK, so she liked tequila, which went with the margaritas they were serving. She didn’t smell like a smoker, at least not a regular one. I was still trying to piece together what I knew. I was an analyst at work, so…wait, that seemed so weird. Why would I think of that? That seemed like a whole different world, a different life. One that was becoming divorced from tonight. At least for the weekend.
A key in the door! She was back! The door didn’t open. Maybe she was back. Was it the wrong mistress? Mine would be upset if she came in and I was being flogged by someone else. Maybe it was… The key again! The door opened and I heard the light switch flip with flickers of light coming into the blindfold. “So, what did you do while I was gone?”
I could barely contain my happiness. It should have been weird, but all I could think of was how happy I was with her back and how I wanted to kiss her again and feel her flog me again. I was lost in thought. I felt her near me when I realized I was so happy I forgot to answer. I instantly regretted it. Her hand snaked around my neck and pulled me forward as her knee came up into my unprotected scrotum. Nails dug into my neck as her voice, husky but now with an icy tone asked “Surely you haven’t forgotten just who is charge here? That you will acknowledge my statements and answer my questions in a proper fashion?”
I was trying to catch my breath and remain standing. Oh I fucking hurt1 I was not expecting that hard of a blow. “Please. Mistress. Please. I was just…so excited you had come back, please, I’m sorry mistress.” Silence. No punishment. Nothing.
“There, there. I understand. But even when you are excited, you have to remember whom you serve. Isn’t that right?” She reached down caressed my balls gently. I could feel her nails. Long, but practical. She kissed me again. More tequila. I felt jealous of any slaves she was with.
“Now…we need to teach you to look forward to my coming back.” She stepped behind me and started to massage my shoulders. I hadn’t realized they were tired. Her hands were soft but strong. She worked on my shoulders and neck as she spoke. “So I was helping break another slave for someone. But I wanted to come back here. You needed so much work and attention. And I really, really, hope you earn the privilege to eat my pussy like the woman in the hall.” Her hands slipped to my front and I finally felt her body against me. She was not a small girl. Large breasts in leather. The long nails made their way to my nipples. “Yes, Mistress. I would be honored.” And I would be. She began to twist and tug my nipples. I couldn’t help but start to pull away. She laughed and twisted them hard. I couldn’t pull away. She was a bigger, curvier woman. Oh I wanted to touch her body and fuck her and my nipple hurt so much…and yes my cock was rock hard once again!
She let go and stepped back. I expected the flog and got the instead the unlocking of the restraints. My arms fell to my sides as I hadn’t realized how tired they were. She took my leash and lead me to the bed. “Hop up like a good boy. There you go.” Her voice could have a condescending sweetness to it that made you want to obey it all the more.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She positioned me so that my chest was supported by pillows and she shackled my wrists again and my feet this time as well. My ass was exposed and she could reach under me and access my balls and still caged cock.
“Do you know how they break a horse?”
“No, Mistress.”
“You will.”
“Yes, Mistress.” SMACK across the back and my ass. It wasn’t a flog this time. SMACK SMACK SMACK! The riding crop methodically worked it’s way around my thighs, across my back, never spearing my ass. She giggled and moaned in pleasure as she mercilessly beat me. I can’t believe I’m writing it like that but so help me I couldn’t remember any time prior to that I was so turned on or wanted a woman I knew nothing about so much.
It hurt, gloriously did it hurt. My back arched and I bucked with each blow. Owe I wanted to mount her! Fuck me I wanted to fuck that beautiful woman and feel those tits against me! SMACK across the ass, crack up into my balls! I thrust forward. I wanted to mount her like a stallion and fuck her with b**st like thrusts.
I had always fantasized about being spanked and paddled, but I had never thought of being so thoroughly abused and loving it! But SHE was doing it…until she suddenly stopped. Silence. Nothing. Each welt, each blow…they began to sting. My mind started to return to itself. She softly ran her hands over my back, caressing it, soothing it. I would have married her right then and there if I could have. “Oh, my poor little slave.” She massaged my thighs and ass, letting her nails run down my back and circle around my balls. “There, there.” She kissed and nibbled my ear. I would have taken a damn sugar cube if she would have offered it.
She pulled my leash so our lips could touch again and she kissed me. She ran her hands over my shaved head.
“Stay still…I’ll be back.”
I lowered my head. I…didn’t want her to go. SMACK across my back. “Yes, Mistress.”
Again, the walk across the room and the lights went out. I moaned slightly. I was in darkness again. I wanted her there. I wondered if I could get out of my restraints. I pulled them but they were tight. I moaned again. I was so horny I couldn’t take it. I found my mind wondering and slightly thrusting forward. Nothing was there, but I could imagine fucking that plump ass.
Time passed.
And passed.
She finally came back, but this time she had company. Another woman. I felt instantly exposed and embarrassed, then I remembered I hadn’t had any clothes on other my collar and cock cage for hours.
“See, here he is. Right where I left him.” She giggled.
“Yes, Mistress.” No ball kicks for me. And no punishment. The floggings, paddlings, and everything else was for pleasure only…I didn’t want to disappoint her.
I felt the restraints being removed and one of the women tugged my chain and I stood up promptly. “You see…it only took the flogging and some cropping…and he now responds and handles wonderfully.”
I beamed with pride, but I didn’t know why.
Hands ran over me. Not of the Mistress, but someone else. I didn’t quite know how to respond. “It’s OK, slave. Let her touch you. I’m here, it’s allowed.” Despite myself, I instantly calmed and let the stranger caress me. Her hands weren’t as soft, not as young.
Her voice was that of an older woman. “You did this all in a night? I’m impressed.”
“Thank you. The key is the blindfold. You keep him dependent on you…and he will learn how important you are quicker. I know some of the other Mistresses use straight sex appeal, but I find this is quicker.”
The older hands were resting on my balls. One slid to my backside. “So what do you plan to do with him? You know you only have him tonight and tomorrow.”
“I’ll rent him out this evening. Get him a little worked up. Let him lick and eat out, but never allowed to cum.” I swallowed hard at that. There was so much in that one line. She only thought of me as a piece of meat, but a prized one she would rent out! But…I couldn’t cum. I was confused on how I felt…
Mistress sensed how I felt. “Oh…he’ll cum. IF he earns it. Right now, he has cost me money and intend to make it back. I have already arranged for several of the women to join us shortly. I will let them use him. If he does a good job, I’ll let him jerk off to me. Maybe even on my tits if he makes me proud enough of him.”
She never once asked me. I wasn’t consulted. I had no idea whose pussys I would be eating. And it was wonderful that she trusted me so much!
She stepped closer and kissed me again, the third time tonight. She had been drinking once more and smoking. I could feel her body next to mine. I wanted to please her. I wanted to fuck her, but more importantly I wanted to make her proud, to earn her money. “Let’s take that blind fold off. You have trained so well, you get to see your Mistress.”
I didn’t have time to react before the next blow and the next. She flogged without mercy. She started on the chest then worked her way down. I was hoping she would work on my ass next, but it was not to be. She finally paused. “So, would your cock get hard if it was out of it’s cage and I flogged it?”
“I’m sure it…” SLAP across the face with an open hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry, slave? You were saying something?” Her husky voice mocked me.
“Mistress, I’m sure it would get larger, yes.”
“Well then…” she took the key from around my neck. “We’ll just take your word for it. I believe you. You seem to be enjoying this as much as I am. For the time being.” The key didn’t go into the lock and cage didn’t spring open. My cock hurt as it was pushing against the steal so hard. I still couldn’t see her, but I could tell some of her movements. I felt her lower to her knees.
She licked my balls and I almost came! “hmm…” She licked more and gently reached up to my balls and held them. This was it…I was going to fuck this woman! I had no idea what she looked like. I knew she was about my height and I could hear the creak of leather when she moved, but I had no idea if she was hot, ugly, old young, fat, skinny…I just knew she was powerful and right now I wanted to be weak.
My wondered just for a second and was snapped back as she squeezed my balls while her tongue ran between my testicles. “Well, you are going to stay here…I am going to step out for a few. Don’t go anywhere, and…don’t touch yourself? OK?” She laughed at her joke. I was still trussed up, my dick was in a padlocked steal cage, I was blindfolded in a locked room be myself. Where in the hell was I going to go and how the hell…
SMACK across my cheek. “I gave you instructions. You will acknowledge them. You will stay here and you will not touch your penis and you certainly will not CUM until my return. Is that clear?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes.” I paused then caught myself just in time. “Mistress.” The slap became a caress of my cheek and she pulled my head forward, meeting my lips with your open mouth. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and kissed me hard. It was powerful and sensuous. I still didn’t know what she looked like. But she smelled like jasmine, her skin was soft, tasted slightly of tequila and faintly of smoke and her lips were soft and full. She pulled away, pulling my lip out with her teeth. She bit down slightly. “You’re learning. Now stay here. I hope you aren’t afraid of the dark.”
She stepped away, her heels making a small sound on the carpet of the room. I heard the light switch go off and what little light coming from the edges of the blindfold was gone. I was alone in the room. Locked, restrained, alone, and in darkness. I only had my own thoughts for company. I could hear music faintly from the venue, but not enough to get a sense of time.
The seconds ticked into minutes. I tried keeping count, but I lost track when I thought of the Mistress. What I could tell so far was that she was about my height, maybe slightly taller. Subtracting for heels, assuming 4 inch stilettos as opposed to 8 inch stripped heels based on the clack on the hallway tile, that would make her about 5’7” or so. I didn’t feel hair when she kissed me, so it was either short or pulled back. No breasts brushing, so she was not hugely busty, or she was standing away. I’d come back to that. OK, so she liked tequila, which went with the margaritas they were serving. She didn’t smell like a smoker, at least not a regular one. I was still trying to piece together what I knew. I was an analyst at work, so…wait, that seemed so weird. Why would I think of that? That seemed like a whole different world, a different life. One that was becoming divorced from tonight. At least for the weekend.
A key in the door! She was back! The door didn’t open. Maybe she was back. Was it the wrong mistress? Mine would be upset if she came in and I was being flogged by someone else. Maybe it was… The key again! The door opened and I heard the light switch flip with flickers of light coming into the blindfold. “So, what did you do while I was gone?”
I could barely contain my happiness. It should have been weird, but all I could think of was how happy I was with her back and how I wanted to kiss her again and feel her flog me again. I was lost in thought. I felt her near me when I realized I was so happy I forgot to answer. I instantly regretted it. Her hand snaked around my neck and pulled me forward as her knee came up into my unprotected scrotum. Nails dug into my neck as her voice, husky but now with an icy tone asked “Surely you haven’t forgotten just who is charge here? That you will acknowledge my statements and answer my questions in a proper fashion?”
I was trying to catch my breath and remain standing. Oh I fucking hurt1 I was not expecting that hard of a blow. “Please. Mistress. Please. I was just…so excited you had come back, please, I’m sorry mistress.” Silence. No punishment. Nothing.
“There, there. I understand. But even when you are excited, you have to remember whom you serve. Isn’t that right?” She reached down caressed my balls gently. I could feel her nails. Long, but practical. She kissed me again. More tequila. I felt jealous of any slaves she was with.
“Now…we need to teach you to look forward to my coming back.” She stepped behind me and started to massage my shoulders. I hadn’t realized they were tired. Her hands were soft but strong. She worked on my shoulders and neck as she spoke. “So I was helping break another slave for someone. But I wanted to come back here. You needed so much work and attention. And I really, really, hope you earn the privilege to eat my pussy like the woman in the hall.” Her hands slipped to my front and I finally felt her body against me. She was not a small girl. Large breasts in leather. The long nails made their way to my nipples. “Yes, Mistress. I would be honored.” And I would be. She began to twist and tug my nipples. I couldn’t help but start to pull away. She laughed and twisted them hard. I couldn’t pull away. She was a bigger, curvier woman. Oh I wanted to touch her body and fuck her and my nipple hurt so much…and yes my cock was rock hard once again!
She let go and stepped back. I expected the flog and got the instead the unlocking of the restraints. My arms fell to my sides as I hadn’t realized how tired they were. She took my leash and lead me to the bed. “Hop up like a good boy. There you go.” Her voice could have a condescending sweetness to it that made you want to obey it all the more.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She positioned me so that my chest was supported by pillows and she shackled my wrists again and my feet this time as well. My ass was exposed and she could reach under me and access my balls and still caged cock.
“Do you know how they break a horse?”
“No, Mistress.”
“You will.”
“Yes, Mistress.” SMACK across the back and my ass. It wasn’t a flog this time. SMACK SMACK SMACK! The riding crop methodically worked it’s way around my thighs, across my back, never spearing my ass. She giggled and moaned in pleasure as she mercilessly beat me. I can’t believe I’m writing it like that but so help me I couldn’t remember any time prior to that I was so turned on or wanted a woman I knew nothing about so much.
It hurt, gloriously did it hurt. My back arched and I bucked with each blow. Owe I wanted to mount her! Fuck me I wanted to fuck that beautiful woman and feel those tits against me! SMACK across the ass, crack up into my balls! I thrust forward. I wanted to mount her like a stallion and fuck her with b**st like thrusts.
I had always fantasized about being spanked and paddled, but I had never thought of being so thoroughly abused and loving it! But SHE was doing it…until she suddenly stopped. Silence. Nothing. Each welt, each blow…they began to sting. My mind started to return to itself. She softly ran her hands over my back, caressing it, soothing it. I would have married her right then and there if I could have. “Oh, my poor little slave.” She massaged my thighs and ass, letting her nails run down my back and circle around my balls. “There, there.” She kissed and nibbled my ear. I would have taken a damn sugar cube if she would have offered it.
She pulled my leash so our lips could touch again and she kissed me. She ran her hands over my shaved head.
“Stay still…I’ll be back.”
I lowered my head. I…didn’t want her to go. SMACK across my back. “Yes, Mistress.”
Again, the walk across the room and the lights went out. I moaned slightly. I was in darkness again. I wanted her there. I wondered if I could get out of my restraints. I pulled them but they were tight. I moaned again. I was so horny I couldn’t take it. I found my mind wondering and slightly thrusting forward. Nothing was there, but I could imagine fucking that plump ass.
Time passed.
And passed.
She finally came back, but this time she had company. Another woman. I felt instantly exposed and embarrassed, then I remembered I hadn’t had any clothes on other my collar and cock cage for hours.
“See, here he is. Right where I left him.” She giggled.
“Yes, Mistress.” No ball kicks for me. And no punishment. The floggings, paddlings, and everything else was for pleasure only…I didn’t want to disappoint her.
I felt the restraints being removed and one of the women tugged my chain and I stood up promptly. “You see…it only took the flogging and some cropping…and he now responds and handles wonderfully.”
I beamed with pride, but I didn’t know why.
Hands ran over me. Not of the Mistress, but someone else. I didn’t quite know how to respond. “It’s OK, slave. Let her touch you. I’m here, it’s allowed.” Despite myself, I instantly calmed and let the stranger caress me. Her hands weren’t as soft, not as young.
Her voice was that of an older woman. “You did this all in a night? I’m impressed.”
“Thank you. The key is the blindfold. You keep him dependent on you…and he will learn how important you are quicker. I know some of the other Mistresses use straight sex appeal, but I find this is quicker.”
The older hands were resting on my balls. One slid to my backside. “So what do you plan to do with him? You know you only have him tonight and tomorrow.”
“I’ll rent him out this evening. Get him a little worked up. Let him lick and eat out, but never allowed to cum.” I swallowed hard at that. There was so much in that one line. She only thought of me as a piece of meat, but a prized one she would rent out! But…I couldn’t cum. I was confused on how I felt…
Mistress sensed how I felt. “Oh…he’ll cum. IF he earns it. Right now, he has cost me money and intend to make it back. I have already arranged for several of the women to join us shortly. I will let them use him. If he does a good job, I’ll let him jerk off to me. Maybe even on my tits if he makes me proud enough of him.”
She never once asked me. I wasn’t consulted. I had no idea whose pussys I would be eating. And it was wonderful that she trusted me so much!
She stepped closer and kissed me again, the third time tonight. She had been drinking once more and smoking. I could feel her body next to mine. I wanted to please her. I wanted to fuck her, but more importantly I wanted to make her proud, to earn her money. “Let’s take that blind fold off. You have trained so well, you get to see your Mistress.”
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