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The First Time


I have always fantasized about being involved with a dominant woman.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been intrigued by powerful
and demanding women. Even as a c***d, my favorite times were when I was
caught and tied up in a game of Cowboys and Indians. Usually by Stephanie,
the girl who lived just up the street from me. I always gave up much too
easily. She knew it too, but she always seemed to get just as excited as I
did at the prospect of capturing and binding me. As we got older, we
continued to play our game of Cowboys and Indians. I'll never forget,
the last time we played was in the seventh grade. I was sneaking up on her
trying to capture her and she turned around and jumped on me, wrestling me
to the ground. She looked down at me from her position on top. She was
at this time several inches taller than me and weighed about 10-15 pounds
more than me. She put her knees outside my legs and, holding each wrist
tightly, pinned me down. She told me I had been "caught." I could see
a look in her eyes that seemed to be a mixture of excitement and
curiousity. She told me she would let me up if I promised to stay right
where I was until she came back. I agreed and sat there waiting while she
ran off into her house. She was gone about fifteen minutes and came back
with a piece of cord about four feet long and a silk scarf.
I looked up at her as she approached, and for the first time, realized
how attractive she was. Her breasts were just beginning to show signs of
womanhood and her tall thin body was gorgeous. I was at the age when I
had just begun thinking about girls, and I had hoped that she was starting
to think the same way. She stepped over me and told me I was her prisoner
and had to do everything she said. I agreed. She told me to roll over onto
my stomach and put my hands behind my back. She kneeled down, putting one
knee in the small of my back and lifted my arms straight up. She
told me to hold my wrists together and keep my arms straight up and down.
I did as she said, and before I knew it I felt her tying the cord tightly
around my wrists. When we had played before, we had always tied each other
loosly so that we could get away if we had to, but this time, I knew I
was really tied up. I protested, telling her how much she was hurting me,
and she smiled, and without saying a word put the finishing touches on her
work, pulling the ends of the cord tightly and tying it off in a knot.
She helped me to my feet and looked me over. She picked up the scarf off
the ground and tied it around my head completely covering my eyes. At first
I could see around it, but she flicked her finger near my eye and my whince
gave me away. She retied the blindfold several times, until she was convinced
I couldn't see anything. I asked her to take it off and untie me, and she
reminded me that it was my idea to play in the first place. I agreed and
began to feel a certain amount of excitement, as I began fantasizing about
Stephanie and what she looked like naked. I felt an erection growing in
my shorts, which were old and fairly tight. I couldn't see what it looked
like, but from Stephanie's giggles, I could tell it was obvious. She told me
that she always knew I liked being tied up, but never knew I liked it
THIS much, and laughed again. She grabbed the front of my shirt, and began
tugging at it, signaling for me to follow her. I knew we were going inside,
since we were playing in her backyard. Then it dawned on me, we were going
into her house, I was going to be bound, and noticeably excited it front of
her mother and older sister. I began to pull away, telling her to let me go.
She told me no one was home, and not to worry. I still resisted, but much
less. She backed me up and pushed me. I fell down, landing comfortably on
couch. She told me she would be right back, and not to go anywhere. I sat
there still, wondering what she was up to. In a few minutes she returned and
told me to stand, she wanted to take me upstairs to the bedroom. I agreed
and follwed her up, stumbling on the stairs several times as we walked.
She pushed me again, and I fell on her bed. Her pushing me must have been
alot of fun for her, because each time she pushed me, she laughed a little
to let me know she was enjoying it.
The next thing I felt was Stephanie unbuttoning my shorts and pulling
them down around my ankles. She commented on my erection that she could
see under my underpants. She told me she had never actually seen a
penis before, and asked if she could look at mine. I told her no, I was
much too embarrased at this point. She pulled on my underpants anyway
and before I knew it they were down around my ankles. There I was, half-
naked lying bound on Stephanie's bed. I begged with her, and pleaded
to release me, I told her the game was over. She told me that the game
was just beginning and that I was talking too much. The next thing I
know she is putting a wide piece of tape over my mouth and then another
and another, until my face is covered in tape from my chin to my nose.
I tried to move my mouth around enough to break the seal, but it was
secure. The only noise that would escape was a high pitched moan I would
make everytime she brushed against my cock. I was embarrased and
humiliated, but loving it! Stephanie grabbed some more cord and tied my
legs spread wide to the posts of her bed. The whole time she was
laughing and teasing me, calling me Geronimo. I tried to squirm free
and beg to release, but the bonds and tape held tight. She kneeled down
between my legs and began rubbing and licking my cock, telling me
she was going to figure out how to do it right. The sensations I was
getting were giving me clear signals she WAS doing something right.
After about fifteen minutes of rubbing and licking, she told me she
wanted to try something else. She had always heard that guys felt great
pain when they were kicked in the groin and she was going to use me to
figure out why. She started by slapping my cock. At first, gently, and then
slowly harder and harder. The whole time I was squirming and making as
much noise as possible from underneath my gag. Each time she kept telling
me that that wasn't quite it. She tried digging her fingernails into my
cock and scratching and flicking, but none met with her satisfaction. Finally
in frustration, she stopped. She untied my blindfold and asked me to take a
look at her. She had put on some of her sister's lingerie, a black teddy
and hose with garters. She asked me if I liked it and I nodded repeatedly.
Her tits filled out the teddy nicely, and she looked truely sensational. I
had never seen anything like it, except in Playboy. She told me that she
couldn't figure out what made boys tick and wanted to try a few more things.
I shook my head to say no, but she ignored me. Then it happened, she
discovered my balls. She began slapping them, watching my expression, but
not convinced that she had done enough. She took each ball between her
thumb and forefinger and began pinching. I tried to let out a scream, but
couldn't. She had discovered the thing that made me tick. She alternated
between slapping my cock andpinching my balls. As she did, I became more
and more excited until, finally, I had a tremendous, overpowering sensation
that began in my stomach and moved like a rocket through my balls and cock.
Before either of us knew it, my stomach and Stephanies hands were covered in
cum. I had had my first orgasm. She had no idea what had happened, nor did
I, I just looked up at her and tried to tell with my eyes to keep going.
She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. My head was buzzing, and I
barely noticed Stephanie jump up and run out of the room, slamming the door
behind her.
From the hallway I heard a second voice asking Stephanie why she was
dressed that way, what was she doing wearing her sister's lingerie. Then the
door swung open, and Diana, Stephanie's sister, stood there looking at me
at first with a look of horror, and then one of amusement. She burst into
laughter. She called Stephanie into the room and asked her to explain.
Stephanie's face was beet red, and her sister stared at her and demanded
an answer. Diana couldn't hold back her laughter, and gave her little sister
a hug telling her, that it must run in the family. Diana stepped over to me
and looked me up and down, commenting on what a nice job Stephanie had done
of securing me, although she did think the gag was a bit excessive. I kept
squirming trying to get free, pleading to Diana with my eyes to let me go.
She looked down at me telling me I had made a mess and ordered Stephanie to
get a towel to clean it up. When Stephanie came back in the room, holding
the towel, Diana stopped her. She told her that although I had made the mess
that Stephanie probably had something to do with it. Diana told her she would
have to learn how to behave better, and that the mess that was made was
inexcussable. In addition, she seemed very unhappy about Stephanie wearing
her teddy without her permission. Stephanie tried to explain, but Diana
cut her off. She grabbed and length of rope and told Stephanie to turn around.
Stephanie obeyed, and I layed there, watching in amazement as Diana tied
up her sister. She tied her wrists together and then lashed her elbows
together, making her breasts stick out. She told Stephanie to bend over, so
that her ass was sticking out. Stephanie did as she was told, and Diana
began spanking her, gently at first, slowly building up until she was
smacking her ass with full force. Stephanie began crying, and Diana responded
by wadding up the towel she had brough and shoving it in her mouth. She
spanked her ten more times and then told her to clean up the mess with the
towel in her mouth. I had gotten quite excited watching the whole thing
proceed and my cock was erect again. Stephanie cleaned all around my cock and
stomach, occasionally rubbing the rough towel over my prick. Diana came
back into the room and examined her work. She found it to her satisfaction.
She came over to me and quickly tore off the tape from my mouth, the pain
was incredible, and Diana seemed to know it. I began to ask her to let me
go, but she cut me off, telling me I was in too deep now, and there was no way
I was going home. She told me not to say another word or make another sound
or the tape would be put back on. I nodded to let her know I understood. She
asked Stephanie to explain what was going on. Stephanie told her she was trying
to learn about sex, and told her all about our game. Diana looked at me and
though a minute. She told her that if she wanted to know about sex, she
was going to learn. She reached down and removed Stephanies panties and told
to lie down on top of me and begin kissing my mouth, she obeyed. Diana
watched and began rubbing herself while she watched. Next she told Stephanie
to begin using her tongue, probing the inside of my mouth. This was our first
kiss. Diana took a small belt out of the closet and got a length of cord. She
tied the cord around our necks, so we couldn't separate our heads, and then
while Stephanie was kissing me, she looped the belt around our heads, over
our ears and buckled it tightly. We were unable to separate our lips, we were
bound together in a kiss and both getting very horny. Diana left
and returned with a bag. Out of it she grabbed a set of clothespins and began
clamping them on our nipples and my balls. The pain made both of us kiss
each other fiercely, our tongues mashing together. Stephanie began grinding
her hips into my leg, and softly moaning into my mouth. Diana slapped
her ass over and over, telling her not to do that, that she wasn't ready.
Stephanie continued, each slap making her grind harder and harder. Diana
stopped her, holding her steady and grabbed and set of nylon straps from the
bag. A long one was slid underneath the small of my back, and six samll ones
placed under each of my legs. She lifted Stephanie on top of me and had her
tight wet pussy come down and engulf my rigid cock. She began grinding again,
but this time with each grind, Diana tighetened one of the belts. First at
our ankles, then two at our calves, next our knees and finally two more on our
thighs. Our legs were bound together, niether of us could move. Stephanie
continued to move around, what little she could, but the feeling in my
cock stayed the same. As much as I tried I could not move inside or outside of
her at all. Finally, Diana tightened the belt around our waists, and whatever
movement Stephanie was capable of before she had lost. We were together, in
bed, kissing involuntarily, with my cock buried deep inside her, unable to
move. We were both sweating and the heat of our bodies made us both
itchy and uncomfortable. We wanted to beg for mercy, but we were gagged by
each others tongues. Diana left the room again and we could hear the phone
ring over the sounds of our heavy breathing. When Diana returned she
looked over at us and smiled. She told us we looked very cute, and hoped
we were enjoying ourselves. She also informed us that the phone call was
their mother, saying that her parents weren't going to be home tonight, they
were planning a weekend with some neighbors. In fact, she told us, those
neighbors were my parents and they wanted to know if it would be too much
trouble if Diana could watch the house and babysit me for the weekend, if
it wouldn't be too much trouble. Diana looked at the expression on my face.
I couldn't believe it. She looked me square in the eye and said, "I'm sure
it will be no trouble at all."
So there we lay, looking to each others eyes. I felt both frustrated
and excited. I had just begun to think of Stephanie as attractive. Now
I began to think I was falling in love. The look in her eyes made me
believe she was thinking the same thing. Our mouths were beginning to get
dry and pasty, but we kept kissing as if it were the first time. Stephanie
kept bucking with all her strength against the belt that held us together,
wanting desperately to grind her hips against mine. Diana told us that
we hadn't even started the evening yet, much less the weekend. It was
Friday night and she was going out, but she told us she would be back
around 10:00, and she would bring over some of her friends. She also told
us, they were no where near as nice as she was. She left the room, took
a shower, got dressed and left. It was only 7:30.

The First Time
Part 2


Diana had left us, bound together, with my cock deep inside of Stephanie's
moist pussy. I could smell the sweat on her neck and cheeks, which was really
turning me on. Neither of us could move a muscle, and both of our lips, and
tongues, which had been pressed together were beginning to dry out. Stephanie
was still struggling to get free of the bonds that held us together, I could
feel her breath getting harder and harder as she struggled, her warm breath
cascading over my face. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I could barely
make a sound, with her tongue jammed inside my mouth. I wanted to reach around
and hug her, but my arms were bound tightly behind my back. As time passed,
Stephanie's pussy began to dry out and by 8:00 she was exhausted by her
struggles and stopped fighting against the bonds. Our mouths were dry, as was
her pussy. What had started out as pleasurable became increasingly
uncomfortable. I wondered if Diana knew what she was doing to us, and finally
began to realize that Diana knew EXACTLY what she was doing to us. By 9:30
Stephanie was in tears, and seemed to be in a great amount of pain. Her cries
were muffled by our intertwined tongues, but I could feel the tears running
down my cheeks. At precisely 10:00 the door reopened and Diana returned with
three friends, each were carrying small over-night bags. One of them was much
older than the other two. Probably about thirty. She had a hard and cruel
look about her. One of Diana's friends stepped over to us and commented on
what nice work Diana had done. They all laughed, ignoring our torment.
Another one of her friends stepped over and began rubbing Stephanie's
backside. She chastised Diana for not taking care of her little sister
properly. She reached into her bag and pulled out a thin, long plastic
phallus, which was flanged at the top. She commented that she didn't bring
any lubrication, but that it was just as well. She spread Stephanie's ass and
slowly inserted the piece of plastic inside her. Stephanie tried to resist
and squirm, but the bonds held her tightly. Diana saw my eyes widen at the
sight of Stephanies anal torture. She stepped over and petted my head,
telling me that what was in store for me would make Stephanie's treatment seem
pleasurable.
Finally, we were untied from each other, but left with our arms bound.
Stephanie began wildly humping me, trying to gain some relief for her acheing
body. Two of the women pulled her off me, and put her down next to me. She
was kicking and screaming. Diana picked up the roll of tape that Stephanie
had used to gag me and applied several pieces over her mouth. Next she did
the same to me. Stephanie looked so helpless, but also very cute. Something
about the tape, made her look helpless, yet adorable. She had stopped crying,
but was shooting glances at Diana and her friends letting them know she was
angry.
The older woman took notice of my cock and began gently rubbing it. She
kept one hand on my stomach and everytime I was on the verge of coming, she
would pinch the tip very tightly and hold it until the throbbing in my cock
subsided. After several times, my balls began to ache, deep down, and the
pain became incredible. She shook her head in disbelief and starring directly
into my eyes told me to get use to it.
Diana told us that we were in for a surprise. She blindfolded both of us
and helped us up. We were informed that we were going for a ride and we would
be going for the entire weekend. We were led down to the garage. Stepahnie in
her sister's teddy, and me wearing only my shirt. I could feel the cold
pavement on my feet in the garage, and I overheard the discussion between the
four women. Diana and Marcy were going to drive me, and the older woman and
Diana's friend Amy were to drive Stephanie&á!Amy had a van, so they all agreed
Stephanie could go as is. However, we were going to take Marcy's car, which
presented a problem. They needed to make sure no one saw me. Diana added she
wanted to try out something new. She began by tying my elbows together so my
arms were immobilized and then instructed me to lie down on the floor. I felt
a rope d****d around my neck and someone began tying my ankles and knees
together. My neck was tied to my knees, so that I was rolled up into a ball.
Next, ropes were passed around my waist and chest securing my arms tightly to
my body. The next thing I heard was the rustling of a cardboard box. I could
feel it being placed over me. They rolled it twice, with me inside, so I was
upside down and I could hear them taping it shut. I also heard the sound of a
magic marker writing something on it. I was so disoriented at this point that
I didn't even bother to guess what it said. Finally, I was lifted and placed
in the hatchback of Marcy's car. The door slammed and I tried to wrestle
myself into a comfortable position. The whole time, I kept thinking of how
cute Stephanie looked bound and helpless in her room, and remembering how nice
our first kiss had been.
The car drove out, and I actually fell asleep, exhausted from my ordeal. I
have no idea how long the drive took, but I remember being woken up by the
sound of the tape being ripped off of the box. They were all making comments
about how well I travelled and how much fun it was going to be to have someone
to play with all weekend. They dumped me out of the box and I rolled onto the
floor. Someone began untying me so I could stretch out. They removed my
blindfold and left me free to stretch, all except for my hands which were
still behind my back and my gag. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I
noticed what had been written on the box, "To: Stephanie From: Diana." When
they noticed me looking over at the box, they laughed. Diana called into the
other room, telling the older woman to bring Stephanie in. She was dressed in
a black bikini that barely hid any of her breats or private parts, and she was
down on all fours walking in front of the older woman, who was wearing nothing
but a pair of thigh high black leather boots and a harness that surrounded her
breasts with rings around each nipple. Stephanie was in handcuffs and
legcuffs that were attached by about a foot and a half of chain, and in her
mouth was a thich piece of black plastic held there by a leather strap. The
woman was holding two sets of reins, one attached to the bridal gag in her
mouth and the other went to a belt fanstened around her waist, with a large
silver ring in the back. When the woman would flick the bottom reins,
Stephanie would crawl forward, when she pulled the top set, she would stop. To
my surprise, Stephanie seemed to be enjoying her captivity. She looked at the
box and smiled as much as she could with the black plastic gag in her mouth.
She glanced over at her sister and she smiled back at her. Diana told her that
I was to be her property, but Stephanie would first have to learn about how to
properly take care of me. The woman holding Stephanie's reins pulled them
both up high, forcing Stephanie to stand up. The woman told her to go over to
her sister and kneel. She did as she was told. Diana told her there were
several things she needed to learn if she was going to be entrusted with a
slave of her own. The first was to teach her the properties of a slave, the
second the fitting ways to train a slave, and finally, how to keep a slave in
his Mistresses control. She kissed her little sister on the cheek and told
her to look me over. My eyes met hers, and to my disbelief, all the sympathy
that I had seen while we were tied together on the bed was gone. She looked
like she was loving this.
Diana and Marcy stepped over immediately and told Stephanie that she had
done something wrong already. She asked what was wrong. Marcy explained that
a slave is never to look his Mistress directly in her eyes, unless she
specifically asks him to. Diana added that the way we make sure it doesn't
happen again, is through punishment. She asked Stephanie what she thought an
appropriate penalty was. She thought for a moment, and told her sister that I
deserved a good, hard, long spanking. Marcy petted her on the head, and
explained that she was only partly right. She agreed that it was an fitting
punishment, but not for me. Part of Stephanie's lesson was to be that as a
junior Mistress in training, she was to be judged by her slave's behavior.
She was to be punished for my infraction!
Before she knew it, the chain between her wrists was snapped to a clip on
the wall and a table was slid under her stomach, stretching her out over the
top of it. The legs were lifted and the chain between her ankles was put
under the legs. Marcy stepped in behind her holding a thick wooden paddle,
and Diana pulled her panties down to reveal her soft white ass cheeks. Marcy
recounted Stephanie's words, good, long and hard and began striking, making
her repeat after every stroke the words, "I am unworthy of joining you in
womanhood, please hit me again." Each time Marcy struck her harder and
harder. Stephanie grimaced, but didn't make a sound. They were all very
impressed by this, and told her she had a great deal of promise. They asked
her if she would like a few minutes to discuss what had happened with me. She
nodded. They all fell silent as she stepped up and towered over me. I
avoided looking in her eyes this time. She told be that I was doing much
better, and explain that I had disgraced her in the presence of other women.
I nodded sheepishly. She told me she would have to make sure that it never
happened again. She also told me that, since she was punished with a
spanking, that such a gentle reminder was too leniant for me. Instead, she
told me, she was going to punish me by spanking me where I would be reminded
as to why I was such a worthless creature. She ordered me to lie on the table
on my back and rubbed my cock until it became hard. Once it was hard she
began flicking it with her finger harder and harder until it really started to
hurt. She informed me that was just to get the blood flowing and began
swinging her open palm at my cock slapping it harder and harder. Marcy had
given her 30 swats with the paddle and she intended to double that. After
about thirty, she intentionally missed my cock and slapped my balls hard. My
whole body doubled up. She instructed me not to move, and informed me that
she was just learning, and would have to start over from stratch each time she
made a mistake. Each time she got to thirty, she would slap my balls,
periodically asking the others if they would like to give it a try, commenting
on how hard it was to give sixty good strokes. Finally Amy stopped her, and
told her to examine my cock very carefully. She noticed a drip of cum forming
on my still hard cock. Amy explained that I was about to come, and that I
should never do that without Stephanie's permission, even if another Mistress
ordered me to do so. Diana told her, it was time for her second lesson, which
was to define the parts of the slave. She pointed to my still hard cock and
asked her what it was. Stephanie responded by telling her it was a penis.
Diana pressed the issue further, asking who's penis it was. She answered that
it was her slave's penis. Amy stepped in to correct her, explaining that it
was her penis and she must have complete control of it at all times.
Stephanie liked the idea. Diana took out the magic marker and grabbed my
cock, digging her nails into it sharply. She took the marker and wrote on my
cock, "Stephanie's cock," explaining that was so she wouldn't forget. Marcy
suggested that rather than using my real name or calling me "slave," that
Stephanie should simply call me "Stephanie's" so she would always remember my
position as her subordinate, and the fact that I belonged to her. I actually
liked the idea, the girl I was beginning to love, was going to own me in every
way shape and form. I was thrilled. I noticed that my cock was growing limp
and had grown purple from the beating it had received. Now that it was limp,
it began to burn like it was on fire.
Diana told her it was the perfect time to teach me several key commands,
the words "hard" and "limp." Amy brought in a a bucket of ice and bucket of
warm water and a towel. She told Stephanie to apply the warm towel to my cock
and balls and rub them gently while repeating the word "hard" and then once, I
was erect, to hold ice cubes on my cock and balls, and repeat the word "limp"
until I was soft again. They all left telling her she had four hours to
complete the training and she would be tested when they returned.
The warm water was soothing and felt wonderful and each time she applied
the towel, my erection grew almost immediately. She saw me watching her dip
the towel and apply it, and decided it may be more effective to blindfold me,
so I would concentrate on her words. Next came the ice which felt more like
intense heat than cold. It took just seconds for what had been a rock hard
erection to be reduced to just a few inches of limp flesh. She alternated
back and forth, and I swore she had stopped repeating the words. I was so
fixed on the sensations that I had simply stopped listening. She must have
brought up and deflated my erection a hundered times. But still she kept
alternating between the hot towel and cold ice to keep me in a steady rythym.
The last ten times or so she was laughing as she applied the towel and ice.
Finally after an eternity of stifled erections, she removed my blindfold. She
uttered the word hard, which I barely even heard and I felt the rush of warm
water flow over my cock and balls, gently making it rise to its full height.
The feeling was sensational. I looked up at Stephanie to see if she was
getting tired, being careful not to catch her glance. She was standing a full
three feet away from me and had her hands crossed over her chest. There was
no towel or bucket in sight. Next came the word "limp" and I saw Stephanie
smiling as my body cringed and I felt the cold sensation of ice shoot through
my groin. I looked down in disbelief, there was nothing touching me, not even
a cube of ice in sight. She laughed and called to the other room, telling
everyone I was ready to be tested. She tried it once again and my cock shot
up like a rocket and fell like a lead weight. She looked down at me and
informed me she hadn't used the ice or the hot towel for the past two hours.

The First Time--Part 3


Stepanie called into the other room, asking her sister and friends to
come see me. I felt like I was on display. I also had a strange feeling
that I had never felt before. I really wanted to do well. What Stephanie
thought of me was everything in my eyes. Diana was the first to come back
in the room. She had changed clothes as well, and was now wearing a full
body, fishnet body stocking that covered her from her neck to her feet.
She had on high heel black shoes and leather wristbands and a black leather
spiked collar. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, and she wore make up
so that her eyes were shaped liked cat's eyes and she had long streaks of
blush running along her sheeks. In her hand she held a riding crop.
She looked over at me and I made sure not to make eye contact with her. She
ran the crop along my thighs and around the base of my cock. She tried the
command words out on my newly trained body. She ordered me "hard," but to my
suprise nothing happened, no sensation, no rush, no erection. I felt
horrible, as if I had let my new Mistress down. She tried again, and again,
but each time I failed to even come close to getting an erection. Diana
turned to Stephanie and began to chastise her, demanding an explanation.
Diana, started smacking the insides of her thighs and pussy with the crop,
telling Stephanie she wasn't made for this kind of thing. Stephanie was
at the point of tears, when Diana stopped whipping her. She explained through
her sobs that it had worked before. She told Diana how all she had to do was
utter the word "hard" and my cock was immediately at attention. I could barely
hear their discussion, but for ten feet away, Stephanie uttered the word,
and my reaction was an instant erection. I began trying to get their
attention from across the room, trying to muffle through my gag that it
still worked. Finally they took notice of me. Diana came over and
began flicking my cock with her crop. She asked again for an explanation,
telling Stephanie that this was proof that I was out of her control.
Neither of them realized that Stephanie merely uttering the word completely
controlled the movement of my cock. I tried to get their attention again.
When they finally looked, I motioned my head towards Stephanie, and she
barked back at me, ordering me to stay limp. The moment the words left her
mouth, I felt the cold rush again, and my cock quickly shrunk. They
both stared at my cock, and Stephanie barked another command, "hard."
I rose to the occasion immediately. She see-sawed five or six times, making
me hard and soft in front of her sister. She screamed with joy and told
her sister to try again. She did, but with no effect. Stephanie was the
only one who could control my erection. Diana called the others in to witness
what had happened.
They all rushed in, each dressed in a peculiar yet erotic manner. Diana
told them all to watch as Stephanie manipulated my cock. Amy and Marcy and
the older woman all tried, but none was able to proke any response. They
all agreed it was amazing how well I had responded. Diana, however, was still
disbelieving. She told Stephanie that the only way to know for sure was to
blindfold me and repeat the test, that way I wouldn't respond to who was
speaking, but to what was said. I remember hearing voices for the next
twenty minutes or so, and getting hard only two times. I knew that in that
amount of time I must have missed at least once. When the blindfold was
removed, I was waiting to see Stephanie disappointed. Instead I found her
looking more confident than ever. While I was blindfolded, I really couldn't
tell the voices apart, but my body knew.
Knowing that they had been outdone, they ended up confessing to Stephanie
a secret. Diana took her aside and explained to her that this was a test of
a certain type. In fact, she told her, it was one that she was supposed to
fail so that she would be punished. What she had done was supposedly
impossible! Diana had thought the idea up a few weeks ago, and though it
would be a fun way to train a slave, expecting him to always fail to
respond properly when ordered, but for me it had worked! Stephanie just
smiled and listened. She thanked her for showing her the technique and
told her sister that I was truly her slave now, and that no one else
was to order me about without her permission. They all agreed that that
was an appropriate reward for training me so well.
The older woman stepped in and told Stephanie that she was holding a
workshop tomorrow for Diana, Amy and Marcy, and that she hoped that
Stephanie would join them. She agreed. The older woman added that
I was welcome as Stephanie's slave, if Stephanie would assure her that
I would be well behaved and properly disciplined by morning. She agreed.
Amy, Marcy and Diana all looked very impressed. When the older woman left
they ran up and gave Stephanie a hug, asking her if she realized what all of
this meant. Stephanie had no idea what was going on, so they sat down to
explain it to her. The older woman, it turned out, was the widow of the CEO
of a major corporation. Stephanie asked if the cabin was her's. The other
laughed. The cabin actually belonged to Marcy's family, but they explained
that she would she Donna's place soon enough. They didn't bother to describe
it much more that to say how much she would like it. The other thing that
they mentioned was that Stephanie was about to become like them. She was
going to be initiated into the Society of Womanhood. Stephanie asked if
she wasn't a little young for all of this. Diana seemed bothered and
asked her if she understood what was going on. Stephanie told her she
did and Diana told her she was definately ready. They all reassured her
telling Stephanie that they were all her age when Donna took them under her
wing. Stephanie smiled and asked her sister how long ago she started
doing this. Diana explained that she started in seventh grade, just like her.
Stephanie began to ask more and more questions. Until finally Diana
explained to her that it wasn't by accident that she was here. In fact,
they were planning to k**nap Stephanie no matter what, this had been planned
for months. Stephanie was confused, she asked how they knew that she
was going to be playing with me and how they knew I would be there when she got
home. Amy told her that they didn't count on that at all, in fact, Donna was
in the other room right now training the slave that was meant for her. I had
just been a fortunate occurance. They asked her if she would like to see the
other slave Donna was working on, and she asked to keep me. I was overjoyed!
Finally, Stephanie asked her sister how she knew that their mother and father
would be gone when she came home. Neither Stephanie nor I could believe the
answer. Their mother was a sorority sister of Donna, they had been best
friends in college. It was their mother who had set the whole thing up, she
was one of the founding members of the Society that Donna was now President of.
We couldn't believe it. It had been Stephanie's mom who had taken Diana to
Donna's place several years ago. In fact, Diana told her, their father was
introduced to their mother by Donna herself. Diana pointed at me and
explained that their father had been through a very similar process.
Stephanie was amused by the situation. Diana informed her that when
she got home, she should realize that in the household she would wield much
more power that her father. If for any reason her father displeased her
she should report it to her mom, who would make sure he understood who
was in charge. After they explained the situation, the conversation took on
a much more serious tone. Marcy explained to Stephanie that tomorrow
at the meeting she would be initiated, but that was not important right now.
What was important was getting me ready for presentation. Donna had
asked that I be properly disciplined, and that was exactly what they intended
to do.
They all wanted to help her get me ready, and the fact that their slaves
were not coming until the morning made them all anxious to get started.
They told Stephanie to sit down and watch what was about to happen. Donna
had given them all specific dutied to perform on me, in case Stephanie
was supposed to present me in the morning. It had become clear that she
would have to have me in presentable form to gain initiation. Diana gave
her a stool, a legal pad and a pen, and told her to take careful notes and
to make sure she memorized everything that happened. Marcy, Diana and
Amy left, assuring Stephanie that they would be right back.
Marcy returned first, dressed in a white corset with white nylons and
garters. She came over to me and untied me, except for my left wrist which
she handcuffed to the table. She explained to Stephanie that she represented
the Bondage Goddess, and was about to teach her how to properly bind
a slave. Stephanie was instructed to take notes on the five positions that
a Mistress must learn in order to be initiated. Stephanie watched carefully
while Marcy began to get to work. Marcy explained the first position, as
"the involuntary prayer." She began by tying my elbows together and then
taking a long rope and securing my bound elbows to my body, looping the rope
around my mid-section and tying it off behind me. Next she tied my wrists
together and ran a rope around my neck, securing my bound hands tightly
to my neck, just under my chin. She then took out a roll of tape and
with my fingers spread and touching each other, began taping my fingers
together, so that my hands were in the shape of praying. She then had
me kneel and bound my ankles and tied a rope between the rope around
my midsection and my ankles. This forced me to lean back in an
uncomfortable manner, but as I soon found out, enabled Marcy to set up
just so that her pussy was even with my mouth. She explained the
benefits of the position to Stephanie, telling her that it was a
position of both service and worship and that the longer it was held
the more uncomfortable it became for the slave. She also instructed
her that at formal meetings, if her slave was ever called upon to worship
the pussy of any of the other women, she would be expected to present me
in this fashion. After I had brought both Marcy and Stephanie to orgasm with
my tongue I was again released. They discussed some of the other uses of
the position and Marcy moved on to the second. This was to be the first of
three positions of punishment. Stephanie was told to watch carefully, as
if I was ever to be punished in front of the others, I would have to be bound
in one of the three ways. The first was designed to expose my cock and balls.
Marcy began by pulling my arms up behind me, so that my wrists were near the
base of my neck, with the backs of my hands touching each other. My wrists
were tied together in this position, leaving my elbows sticking out a few
inches from my sides. Next she pushed my legs into a position so that my
heels were up against my ass. She then tied my ankles to the top
part of my thighs, it looked almost as if my legs ended at my knees. She then
tied my knees to my elbows, such that my legs were forced wide open and
I was lying on my back. My wrists were then tied to my neck in the back,
pulling my knees even farther apart. She told Stephanie that this
was position number two, or the first position of punishment, but someone
else would have to show her all of the wonderful things that this position
allowed her to do. The third position was clearly for the purposes of
spankings and enemas, I was bent over touching my toes, and my
wirsts were tied together and placed in between my ankles, which were
spread far enough apart, so my wrists fit between them. They were all
then tightly bound together. My knees were tied and my elbows were
tied slightly above my knees, making any attempt to bend my legs from
their straightened position impossible. The few inches between my ankles
combined with my knees being tightly bound, forced my ass cheeks apart,
and Marcy showed Stephanie how vulnerable it made me, by roughly inserting
her finger in and out of my asshole. She gave me several good hard slaps,
and again, told Stephanie that someone else would have to show her the
detailed benefits of such a position. The fourth position, was to expose
my chest and nipples for punishment, and invloved the intricate binding
of my arms and elbows behind my back forcing my chest to stick out, and
binding my legs together in six places from the top of my thighs to
my ankles my arms were secured to my body by two ropes that went around
my waist and abdomen, leaving my chest fully exposed. The final position
was the one that Marcy liked best, she explained because of its many different
variations. She called it "the hogtie," and began by having me lie flat
on my stomach, while she tied my wrists and ankles and pulled then together
making me curl up and rest only on my stomach. She then began showing
several variations, one where I was gagged and the back of the gag was
attached to my ankles and my wrists and elbows were bound behind me,
another were each wrist and ankle were bound separately, and finally one
where my thumbs were bound to my ankles forcing me into the hogtie
position. She explained that any of these were acceptable, and if held
long enough could be punishment in themselves. Marcy left me bound
with my thumbs to my ankles, as they both stood and watched the expression
on my face turn from helplessness to pain, the muscles in my legs were
beginning to cramp up, and I begged to be released. They both ignored me
and kept on discussing the various types of hogties that could be done.
Marcy listed off four of five and they finally untied me. Stephanie
bound my wrists behind my back and told me to kneel in front of Marcy
and beg to kiss her feet for helping me in my training. I obeyed and
Marcy agreed, and I bent down and kissed her white high heels until she
stepped away indicating that I had thanked her sufficiently. I then
turned my body to Stephanie and begged to kiss her feet, to thank her for
allowing me to be her slave. She consented and I did the same for her.
Marcy told Stephanie she had to go, and Amy would be in shortly to
train her in the arts of punishment as a "Bitch Goddess." Stephanie
seemed to get excited and petted my head, telling me that I was in
for a long and painful experience. I just bent my head down, and
told her Thank You.

The First Time--Part 4


After a short rest, Stephanie began playing again with my new
involuntary reaction, ordering me hard and soft on command and
occassionally rubbing my shaft until I was ready to come, and denying
me relief. Of all the things she had learned so far, teasing and
punishment were her two favorites. Stephanie continued rubbing as Amy
walked into the room. We both stared at her, and could not believe
what we saw. This woman looked nothing like Amy. She looked hard and
cruel and viscious. While she stared at Amy, Stephanie forgot she was
still rubbing my slave cock. In a sudden shudder I exploded all
over her hand and my stomach. Amy walked over and looked at me in
disapproval. I lowered my eyes immediately. She looked at Stephanie
who still didn't realize that I had come all over her hand, and asked if
I had been given permission to come. Stephanie looked down at me, and
told her I hadn't. Amy told her this was the perfect time to teach her
the role of the Bitch Goddess. Amy looked serious, deadly serious. She
pulled Stephanie over a ways and I could barely make out what they were
saying. From what I could gather, the Bitch Goddess was a role that all
the women learned to play. As a Bitch Goddess, Stephanie was to be
cruel, and unmerciful, she was not to tease or play or even enjoy her
slave, but to punish him severely for whatever infraction had been
committed. She also explained that the role was only a role, and only
to be used for times when a slave needed serious discipline. The things
she would learn would guarentee that her slave would always both obey
and worship her.
The came back over to me, and I looked at Amy. She was wearing
black leather boots and leather garters and panties, and a stiff Black
leather corset. Her hands and arms were covered by skin tight black
leather gloves that went the full length of her arms. Her beautiful
hair was pulled tightly back in a bun and her make up made her look
mean, dark lipstick and dull crimson blush, streaked across her cheeks.
She told Stephanie that if I was to truly worship and respect her, I
would have to have a taste of the bitch goddess in her. Amy explained
that she would demomstrate to her what exactly that meant.
She unhooked a cat o' nine tails that was hanging from her belt and
told Stephanie to tie me so that my legs were spread and my ass was
facing her. She told Stephanie that they would take turns whipping me
until I had had enough. Stephanie asked when they would know when I had
enough and Amy smiled a bit and laughed, "when our arms get tired, dear,
when our armms get tired." Amy told Stpehanie to watch while she
administered the first 25 strokes. As she whipped my naked ass, she
explained to Stephanie the power of the Bitch Goddess. She told her
that it was all just a frame of mind, and one that you must occassionaly
get into. At this point, after about ten strokes I was going insane
from the pain, and I begged for all I was worth to get Mistress Amy to
stop. Stephanie rather seemed to enjoy my agony and asked Mistress Amy
if She should gag me. Amy explained to her that she shouldn't, that Amy
herself didn't hear a thing. She told her that the Bitch Goddess is at
her most powerful when she hears her slave screaming, and continues as
if she didn't. All this she told to Stephanie without missing a beat.
She told her she simply didn't care what I was saying, and whatever it
was simply didn't matter. She also told Stephanie that the Bitch
Goddess needs to come out in her very infrequently, and when it does, it
must sevre as a reminder of the pain and suffering you can cause, as
well as your ability to be creul and viscious, without showing mercy.
She handed Stephanie a bag and told her to put on the outfit. Stephanie
left and Mistress Amy continued whipping my ass and back, ignoring my
screams and pleading for mercy. The pain was excruciating, and I didn't
think I could last much longer. Finally it stopped. I lifted my head
and looked behind me. There stood Stephanie, she looked hard and creul,
dressed just as Mistress Amy was. She looked stern and beautiful, I
wanted to touch her, to taste her to feel her. I called to her but she
didn't even acknowledge my presence. She looked at Mistress Amy and
told her that she looked tired from the whipping, Amy agreed and handed
the cat to her. Amy wispered something in her ear, and then told her to
remember what my offense was. I cried and begged for her to be gentle
and to show me mercy. She ignored me and began flailing the cat across
my swollen red ass cheeks. After Amy had reminded her again about my
coming without permission, the lashing stopped for a brief second. The
next thing I felt was the tips of the cat wrapping underneath my ass and
landing on the base of my cock and balls. The pain was incredible, then
another and another. I lost count after 10 and I looked down at my
groin, which was full of red and purple welts. After another brief
pause, the lashings continued, this time the cat wrapped underneath me
further up, so that the knotted ends of the cat were hitting the very
tip of my cock and the sides of my stomach. I tried to wiggle away, but
my bonds held tight. Neither of them mentioned a word while I screamed
and begged my Mistress to stop. After several more stokes I heard one
of them comment that they heard a noise somewhere. The other decided it
was just a radio on in another room, and the whip kept falling with
precision against my cock. I promised I would never come again, I
promised that I would do anything, and I promised I would serve her for
the rest of my life. No acknowledgement, no release, just more
whipping. They traded off several times, whipping my ass, cock, balls,
thighs, back and stomach. By the end, I was covered by hundreds of red
and purple welts. I was about to lose consciousness when it finally
ended. I could barely move, I was so exhausted. I looked over my
shoulder and there stood Mistress Amy, not saying a word. She untied me
and let me fall to the floor. I fell down in a heap. A few minutes
later, Mistress Stephanie, who had done most of the whipping on my cock
rushed in. "What happened to you?" she asked. I didn't know quite what
to tell her and I was too worn out to speak. "My God, you're all marked
up. Did you do something bad, my little slave?" she asked. All I could
do was nod my head, as I slowly drifted off exhausted from the whipping.
She held me in her arms and continued to act as if she didn't know a
thing. She told me whatever it was that I did must have been pretty bad
to receive such a beating. I simply nodded and put my head on her
chest. She was petting my head. I couldn't believe that the woman who
had just been so viscious to me, was now cuddling with me and being so
warm and friendly. She told me to rest on my back, while she attached
something to me. Lying back felt nice, and I caught my breath and
started to become aware of just how badly I hurt all over. I could feel
Stephanie feeling my balls and cock and I saw her pull out a small
contraption. It had a small metal ring on the end and 4 or five pieces
of leather which ran back to the back of it. She slid it on my limp
cock, stuffing the head through the back ring and the smaller front
ring. It was small, only about 3" long, and she had to work hard to get
my whole cock inside of it. It fit very snuggly. Next she stuffed my
balls through the back ring, which was a little painful, but not too
bad. Finally she tightened a leather strap that went around behind my
balls, and another which went around the base of my cock in front of my
ball. She pulled out a small, but very sturdy little lock and snapped
it in place. She explained to me that this was a cock cage, and it
would hold my small limp slave cock very tightly. She also told me that
if I got an erection, the rings would dig into my cock and cause me
excrucuating pain, as would the leather bands. She took the key and put
it on her necklace, and put the necklace around her neck. She explained
that she had the only key to that lock and that she alone would decide
when it was to be opened for me. Just below the tip of my cock was a
small D ring to which she attached a leash and at the base of the cage
was a small silver plate. Engraved on it were the words "Mistress
Stephanie's Slut Slave. If found return to 172 Smith Street." She told
me that she was going to leave me for a while to let me get use to my
new device, but I would have to be tied first. She took me over to a
post and tied my arms behind it, attaching them to a ring in the back.
She did the same with my legs, at the ankles and knees. She
blindfolded me and put a small ball gag in my mouth. She commented on
how much she liked her work, and called the other Mistresses in to see
her bound slave. They were all very impressed, but decided that I
should realy learn how the cage feels when it is in full use. They then
brought in a small fan which oscillated from side to side and put it a
few feet from my groin on a small table. Next, they tied a large
feather duster to my left thigh so that the feathers completely
surrounded my caged cock. I could feel the tickling of the feather
against my limp cock. When the fan was turned on, they danced back and
forth over my cock, giving me an incredible sensation. I could feel
myself begin to grow, and then I felt the cage start doing its job. My
cock was trying to get hard, but there was no where for it to go. A sit
grew, there was a hard biting from the tip to the base. The feel of
leather and metal constricting. The fan kept going and I could not
control myself. The vascillation between pleasure and pain was
incredible. The cage would stop me from getting too excited, and when
the feathers began tickling, I began going absolutely nuts. The last
thing I remember was Amy saying she wanted to see how long I lasted,
then I heard the door shut. The pain was unbearable. I had lost all
track of time. When they finally came back, Amy commented that the
torture had gone on for 6 hours! Tears were streaming down my eyes from
under the blindfold. I tried to beg to be released, but they all just
laughed at me. Donna mentioned that they were just starting on me, and
I heard a switch click. She had turned the fan from low to medium, and
the feeling from the feather grew more intense. I tried to squirm, to
move away, but the feeling just got more and more intense. Finally, I
became so confused between the pleasure and the pain that I spilled my
load all over the feathers, and that is the last thing I remember before
I passed out. When I woke up, I could remember dreaming that I came,
and I could feel the feathers still at work. I felt warm come running
down my legs, and I realized I had come during the night while I was
asleep. I heard a door open, footsteps, and then another click.
Someone had moved the fan from Medium to High. I shook my head, and I
heard the unmistakable laugh of Mistress Stephanie. Her last words, as
she walked out the door were that I had better not make a new mess, I
was already in a lot of trouble for the one I had already made. I knew
I couldn't hold off, I just closed my eyes and waited . . .