Initial Encounter
My cock was pounding with excitement as I drove closer to the city. My mood was not dampened by the weather. A cold rain splattered against the windshield of my coupe as lightning flashed off in the distance. It was one of those nights. You know, it was like the beginning scenes of an old-time horror flick or a mystery on television. The thunder rumbles and the lightning flashes, while the wind howls, blowing the curtains of rain against the dark stone walls of the ivy covered mansion.
The ominous, black-clouded sky was illuminated by brilliant streaks of electricity whipping its way to the ground in a violent multitude of strands like a fiery cat-o’-nine-tails. With each strike, shadows brightened with the ever-deafening roar.
Down through the grey, empty streets, I traveled. There was an absence of life as I approached the large, concrete parking garage. It even resembled one of the haunted places where evil lurked in those gruesome films.
Dark-shadowed castles with blood-chilling dungeons of pain and pleasure captivated my mind. I envisioned its victims cruelly chained within the cold, damp, stone cells, awaiting the whip or cherry red hot irons. Helpless captives, willing Masters, pain-loving Mistresses...Oh God!
It’s strange. As I drove closer and closer, I shivered and a cold chill went along my spine. My palms were sweaty. I was excited, yet it was a kind of nervous feeling that consumed me. My cock had steadily grown as large as my snug fitting clothes would allow. It wanted to come to a full erection, pushing and prying against my unmoving, unforgiving underwear. I rubbed my crotch and adjusted my clothing, thus allowing my hungry pecker to reach its fullest potential. Hot blood poured through my engorged shaft. With a mind of its own, my cock was ready for tonight, but was I?
I didn’t know what to expect. Was the horrible weather a bad omen? Was tonight going to be just another dead end or an absolute nightmare?
I was looking for the ideal Mistress. Answering ads in magazines had completely drawn blanks. Those who responded were often people into the domination scene who were not really sincere. They were just in it for the money. All they wanted to do was take advantage of the needs of certain individuals and attempt to get rich quick. I didn’t mind paying for what I needed but three or four hundred dollars for a couple dozen cracks on the ass while licking someone’s smelly feet is ridiculous.
“I’m sorry shit head, but your hour’s up,” was the typical response. “Come back again if you want some more of the same.”
That’s not what I wanted. That’s not what I needed. I had to have far more than that!
In desperation, I finally took out a carefully worded ad in the local newspaper. I got some response but was quickly striking out. Maybe tonight would be different.
After several conversations with her on the phone, I felt down deep that she might be the one I sought. She was looking for a slave. I needed a Mistress who would satisfy me. She knew that I craved both bondage and discipline. Maybe tonight I’d meet someone who cared. I was looking for someone who would take an interest in me, my fetish and my desires. Perhaps this could turn out to be a long relationship of servitude and love. She said that she wanted someone to spend his life serving her with unquestioned devotion and wanted to train him to absolute perfection with both pain and love. Maybe this would be the right thing for both of us. Soon I’d know if she was different than all of the others.
My raging hard-on pounded steadily with the excitement of the upcoming encounter. It was hungry for the strange lust that consumed me and drove me ever onward. The craving for bondage, submission and pain was surging through me like hot, boiling oil.
I approached the dark structure, as another lightning bolt slashed across the sky. My excitement was leveling off a little and a sense of nervousness took its place. My fate was waiting just down the street.
After parking on the third floor of the parking garage, I walked quickly to the restaurant. It was mid-June, but because of a cold front, it felt more like October. Even though dinner reservations were for seven, I arrived a few minutes early, just in case.
It took twenty dollars for the maitre d’ to seat me at a secluded table. Time passed very slowly as I waited for her arrival. At seven-thirty the waiter brought me another Scotch. I sipped the Glenfiddich slowly. Where was she? I can understand her being fashionably late, but I began to wonder if I was to be stood up. I’d have to make a decision pretty soon. What would I do if she didn’t show up? God, I hope she comes, but it’s not looking good. Maybe it’s the weather – the bad omen!
At a little after eight, I decided to leave. I guess she wasn’t going to show. When the waiter brought me my check, it was interrupted by a stern voice. I was taken totally by surprise.
“If you expect to serve me and be my slave, you’ll wait all night if necessary. Most of you pussy lickers are just the same. You think life revolves around you, but it doesn’t. Maybe I should just leave, or maybe I should give you the pain you deserve and crush your worthless testicles right here in the middle of this restaurant.”
The waiter quickly departed.
I immediately rose from my chair and tried to apologize while courteously seating her at the table. It was hard to find the right words, for her beauty was overwhelming. She was a Goddess.
“I wasn’t sure you were going to make it. I – ah – I’m very sorry. I really am. Here, I brought you these.” While handing her a dozen long-stemmed roses, wrapped with black leather and silken bands, I dropped to my knees and continued my apology. “It won’t happen again. I promise. Please forgive me for not being patient enough. I – I’m Jack.”
She didn’t speak, but just looked down at the menu.
I stared at her. Who was she? There were so many things about her that intrigued me already. She was young, probably in her very early thirties. Being so attractive, why was she interested in me? She could have anything or anyone she wanted. Was it for money? Why would such a magnificent creature want to fulfill my strange desires? What does she really need? It was very puzzling, but I was going to find out.
Her long, lightened hair outlined a very pretty face. Large, emerald eyes and perfect lips highlighted her lustful appearance. She wore just enough make-up to highlight her beauty, not so much as to make her look cheap. Her black leather dress was elegant, tight enough to accentuate her breasts, sexy, yet not gaudy. There was something about her that possessed me immediately. I continued to stare and wonder. My God, she was Aphrodite.
The waiter interrupted the silence, bringing me back to reality when he said, “May I bring you a drink before you order?”
I waited for her response.
She finally looked at me, smiled, and said, “A bottle of Stag’s Leap Cabernet and a pitcher of ice water will do fine, thank you.”
I continued to study the Goddess, who was actually ignoring me. There was a presence that seemed to surround her. She was one of those women that you can’t take your eyes off of – she mesmerized me. But, there was something else. Right then I knew that she was the one. This woman would be my Mistress. I would be her slave.
The waiter returned with the chilled wine and crystal glasses within a few minutes. As is customary, he offered me a sample of her choice before pouring the delicate vintage. I approved of the wine, and he filled her glass.
John, I believe was his name, then returned to fill my glass, but she reached out and covered my goblet with her hand, thus preventing him from serving me. He understood without a word.
“Would you care for an appetizer?” the waiter asked.
“A jumbo shrimp cocktail for me please. Nothing for him, thanks!” she replied.
“Yes, Madame,” A strange look came across his face as he left the table.
As I started to speak, she looked directly into my eyes, stopping any words that I wanted to say. Her dark green eyes were not cold, they were warm and caring. I remained silent as a multitude of thoughts passed within our stares. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. She took control of mine that very moment. There was nothing to say to her for I understood completely.
The waiter returned. A cut crystal goblet with six gorgeous coral-colored shrimp, cascading over its sides was carefully placed in front of her. I felt envious. I was hungry.
“Are you ready to order?”
“Yes, I’ll have the filet mignons, rare, with the lobster tails. He’s on a special diet, just bring him a couple of dinner rolls, please.”
“Yes, Madame.”
She’s drinking a fine wine and eating the best on the menu and all I get is bread and water. It was the meal of a prisoner in the dungeons. These and other thoughts made me wonder what she had in mind for me tonight.
“While we are waiting for our dinner, I have something for you to do.”
“What’s that?” I asked inquisitively
She reached down and picked up her black leather handbag. As she slowly opened it, I couldn’t help noticing the large, glistening bright diamond on her finger. She placed a pair of black satin and lace panties and a large gold-colored padlock on the table between us.
She carefully watched my eyes as I studied the two objects. They are so different. Her silken panties are hot and feminine, beautiful and so secretively personal. The brass lock is cold, hard and permanent. They are nothing alike, yet both of these items excited me. Both are symbols of my lust and fetish. To have the panties and the treasure they hold I must have the lock and the bondage it represents. These visually opposite objects are keys to my needs and desires.
My attention was focused on the lustful one – the soft, silky, sexy garment. I remembered back to the early days of grammar school, when we boys took every possible advantage to look up girls’ skirts, hoping to just get a glimpse of their pretty little panties. The girls learned at an early age to almost hide them from us. It’s funny how such a simple act was so exciting when you are young. Hmm...Maybe it’s not so different when you get older.
Now here they are on the table exposed to everyone in a fancy restaurant, and I can’t take my eyes off of them.
My hand slowly reached out to her offering. Gently I rubbed the smooth fabric between my fingers.
“You like them, don’t you?” she inquired softly.
“I don’t know...”
“Oh, you like them. There’s no doubt. You even touched them first. Go ahead, pick them up. You’ll especially like these. I wore them for a couple of days, just for you. Put them to your nose and breathe in deeply. Inhale me. I know you want to. You want them, and you want me.”
She sipped her wine, as I drowned in her sweet, musky aroma. I took a deep breath, savoring the aphrodisia of her loins. It was absolutely heaven!
“Kiss them,” she whispered. “Kiss them passionately, the same way you’d kiss my pussy.”
Ever so gently, I placed my lips against the slightly soiled fabric that had previously encased her treasured lips.
“Oh...!” A whisper-moan escaped my lips. Samantha had removed her shoe and rubbed her stockinged foot against the hard bulge that had grown in my pants. As I caressed her panties, she continued to rub my cock.
“I thought as much,” she quietly added. “I knew you’d have a hard-on. I knew you’d crave my panties and my love scent. Even though we’ve only just met, I know you Jack. I know your every desire, your every need and your every thought.”
Her foot continued to rub my crotch. God, she excites me!
“Suck my nectar from them. Taste my bitter-sweet honey. It’s only a little sample of what you’ll get later.”
Slowly I brought the silken treasure back to my lips. My cock jumped, as I started sucking her precious potent from them. I was intoxicated by the taste and aroma that had flowed from her loins.
As I continued to make love to her panties, she picked up the lock and started twirling it slowly around her index finger.
“There is something that you must do.”
“Anything you want, my dear.”
“Go into the men’s room, remove your pants and underwear, lock this padlock around your testicles and put on my panties.”
“But—”
“Don’t ever question my orders, just do it. Now! Hurry up! And bring me back your underwear.”
I excused myself from the table, put her panties in my pocket and started for the rest room.
“Wait just a minute!” she said sternly. “Carry them in your hand. Let them dangle from your fingers. Hold them proudly, for they are mine. Think of the privilege that I am allowing you to even touch my panties, let alone sniff and taste them. Let everyone see the precious gift that I have given you.”
Slowly I made my way to the men’s room. Many thoughts were going through my head. There was no doubt about it. She was different than anyone else that I had ever met. Even though she was fucking with my brain, a tingle of excitement raged through my entire body.
Without hesitation, I followed her orders. I removed my clothes and hung them on the hook in the toilet stall. I stood there for a few moments and examined the cold, metal lock.
A heavy Yale lock like this could secure a bank vault, I thought. It was made of solid brass and case-hardened steel. It was strong and secure.
The fingers of my left hand circled my scrotum, cramming my balls to the bottom of their pouch. They were firm and full of cum. She had excited me. Cautiously I looped the padlock around the tender flesh of my sack, thus separating my testicles from the rest of my body. I looked at the lock and my balls for a few moments, took a deep breath and snapped it shut. It then occurred to me that with this simple device, she had already taken total control. She was the only one who could remove the lock. She was the only one who had the key. I had become her property. From this moment on, I was her prisoner. I had taken the first step to becoming her slave. She was my Mistress.
I picked up her panties and brought them to my nose again. I inhaled deeply, savoring the magnificent, musky fragrance. Again I drew in a deep breath. She was definitely right. I loved them. The fantastic aroma of her sex made my cock immediately double in size. I rubbed the slick smoothness of the fabric across my face before stepping into the leg opening of her underwear. I pulled the fancy silk-like material up over my hips. They were quite snug on my body. With difficulty, I pushed my tethered testicles and semi-swollen member down between my legs and pulled the panties up tight, securing my manhood in her most feminine attire. I ran my hands across them, examining the smooth, silken feel. My fingers slid across the cheeks of my ass and carefully caressed the lace panel that covered the front of her panties. It was wonderful.
Someone else entered the men’s room, so I finished dressing and returned to the dining room, carrying my light blue BVD bikinis back to my Goddess.
“You had no trouble fitting your tiny, little pecker into my pretty panties, did you slave?” She spoke just loudly enough so that others around us could hear her plainly. “You should feel honored that I allow you to wear them.”
There was no doubt that several of the other restaurant customers heard her. I was the center of their attention. They looked at me as they whispered and giggled. I’m sure that my face was turning all shades of red. I was totally embarrassed. I wanted to hide. I wanted to die.
“Show me your underwear!” she demanded. “Hold them up, so I can see them real well.”
I shouldn’t have been so embarrassed about showing them off; after all, the younger guys hang their pants on their hips and have their underwear show to the entire world. It’s the trend today, but holding them up for her examination right here was not easy.
“Why is the front of them all wet? What is that? Did you pee in your underwear?”
I was silent and just looked sheepishly down at the table. There was a large patch of sticky pre-cum in the front of them.
“Well, I’m waiting. Did you piss your pants or did you jerk off in them, when I sent you to change into my panties?”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there.
“Maybe I excite you just a little bit. I hope so, but we’ll see how excited you are about me at the end of the evening. Now clean those disgusting things up. Suck them clean, now!”
Slowly I put the cotton fabric to my lips and started to suck my sex juices from them. The cleaning continued as the waiter approached with our “dinner.”
As we ate, we finally carried on a normal conversation. I was divorced; she was widowed, no children, etc., etc...The rest of the meal was quite uneventful. I was thankful for that. Everything so far had been a new experience but with her it all seemed to be different.
When we were finished, I paid the bill, left the waiter a generous tip and placed my soiled underwear that I had used as a napkin, beside my plate.
There was still a mist of rain in the damp, cold air outside the restaurant. As we crossed the street, she took my hand and pulled me close beside her. We strolled down the street and into the parking garage like a couple of kids in love and out on a date.
When we reached the car, we paused. She again took me completely off guard, as she turned, took me in her arms and passionately kissed me with her arms draped around my neck. We embraced for several minutes. Her tongue slid in and out of my mouth, and she ground her hot pussy against my crotch and the ever-growing bulge in my pants.
Finally our lips parted, and she whispered, “Give me your keys.” Then she kissed me again.
She stepped back slightly, unlocked the car and smiled. “Take off your clothes. Everything, except my panties.”
“Here?”
“Don’t hesitate. Do it now before someone comes along. You wouldn’t like me to embarrass you in front of someone, would you?”
God knows, she’s good at that. I stood there in silence and utter disbelief for a few moments. Then I humbly undressed and put my clothes on the seat of my car. It was cold and my body was immediately covered with goose bumps. She pulled my arms behind me and quickly closed a pair of handcuffs tightly around my wrists. The final click of the cold steel bands sent a shiver through me.
She turned me around and pushed me up with my back against the car and squeezed my cock. It was getting as hard as her panties would allow, trussed deeply between my legs. She kissed me again, this time even longer than before while continuing to rub my crotch. Her lips nibbled along my neck as she continued. Her passion led her down my chest, where she took one of my nipples and sucked on it for a few moments. Suddenly she bit down hard! My tender flesh was between her beautiful white teeth. Slowly she pulled away, keeping a painfully, tight grip on my tit. Finally my nipple slipped from her teeth, pinching the very tip.
“Ah-h-h!”
Once was not enough. She did the same thing to the other side. Both of my tits hurt. Then she stepped back and grabbed both of my nipples with her fingers, pulling away and twisting violently at the same time. “Come on!”
I had no choice but to follow her to the back of the car. The trunk opened, and she motioned for me to get in.
“But...”
Her finger came to my lips, indicating for me to be silent. Carefully and with great difficulty, I climbed into the tiny trunk of the little, black coupe. It was dark and very uncomfortable, as she sped down the highways. She drove for almost an hour before arriving at her house in the suburbs.
After she parked in the driveway, she opened the trunk and merely commanded, “Follow me, slave!”
I finally struggled my way out of the trunk and followed her into the spacious ranch house. We went directly to her bedroom. Samantha quickly undressed and fell back onto the edge of her bed. She opened her beautiful long legs, exposing her magnificent pussy. A neatly trimmed, dark bush haloed her hungry box.
“Eat me! Let’s see if you’re worth keeping around!”
Without hesitation, I fell to my knees to worship the Holy Grail. Being so early in our relationship, I would have been honored just to see the treasure, but I am being allowed to lick her lips, suck her juices and rub her clit.
She was exquisite. Her entire body was magnificent, a sculptor’s masterpiece. I buried my face deeply between her legs, and my tongue began to delicately fondle every inch of her honey pot. As my tongue slid deeply within her loins, my nose rubbed her clitoris, making it hard. I licked, nibbled, kissed and worshiped her sweet pussy for more than two hours. I couldn’t get enough of her and desperately wanted to please my Mistress. The more I devoured her musky gash, the more she trembled in pleasure. With every climax of her powerful loins, I drank the sweet nectar – never losing a drop. Her orgasms continued, one after another, each more powerful than the last. Still I continued to bring her pleasure. My throbbing cock leaped and thrashed, as it tried to break the satin bond that held it tucked down tightly between my legs.
Finally my Mistress had pleasured enough. “Stop!” she moaned, as she tried to catch her breath. She pushed me away. “With a lot of practice, you might get good enough. If I allow you the privilege of being my slave, you’ll do that every day for the rest of your life, guaranteed.”
I had satisfied her. Her sexual desires had been completely fulfilled. The loins of my worship spewed forth the treasure of her lust, and now it would be my turn. I’d enjoyed my oral treat but desperately wanted more. I needed more of her domination. I craved the fate that awaited me.
She motioned for me to stand up. As I did, she pulled her black panties from my hips and removed them. My cock immediately jumped up to full attention. I had a hard-on of enormous proportions. Globs of pre-cum seeped from my manhood. I was ready for anything.
She took her panties and wiped my cock clean before, shoving them in my mouth. “At least this little thing will make a good handle. Believe me, it’s not worth a hell of a lot more!” she said, as she roughly grabbed my throbbing dick. “Come along and let me show you what else really excites me!”
I was pulled down the hall and into another room. As I glanced around, I became even more excited and nearly blew my rocks into her hand. A large collection of whips and paddles hung on the wall to my left. A St. Andrew’s cross was on my right with its strong leather shackles. Chains hung from the ceiling and several other pieces of medieval-type dungeon equipment were neatly arranged around the room. It was truly magnificent!
She led me to the far side of her chamber where a rugged, old butcher block stood against the wall. It was slightly modified to suit her purpose. I paid little attention to anything else as she slid a loop of eighth inch nylon rope over the end of my prick. The other end of the rope went down through a hole about seven inches from the big wooden slab’s edge.
Within moments, my entire attention was focused on the end of my blood engorged cock. The faint sound of a ratchet on the side of the torture block meant nothing until the thin rope pulled painfully tight behind the head of my penis. Tighter and tighter, the noose went. A faint moan escaped from my panty-gagged lips. She only smiled and walked away. I felt like a mouse in a trap. The tip of my cock was turning a deep, dark purple. The rest of my cock swelled, trying to push the blood through my veins. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, so I was at her mercy.
As the pain dulled from lack of circulation, I raised my head. There on the wall before me was a butcher’s cleaver and several large knives. My stomach turned violently. Terror filled my brain. Beads of sweat covered my body. Oh God! She’s going to cut my cock off! I tried to pull away, but it was impossible. I was her prisoner. She could do anything to me that she wanted. I’d soon find out that being a Bobbitt would have been a lot easier than the pain that soon followed.
I’m sure that only a few minutes had passed, but the time of wondering and worrying seemed like an eternity. Finally she returned, dressed for the occasion. A black leather corset was laced tightly beneath her breasts. Her beautiful melons were pushed up above the sexy garment. Garters cascaded down her thighs, holding up black, lace-topped stockings. Her long, shapely legs disappeared into knee-high black boots. God, she was magnificent!
Her hand gripped the instrument of my ordeal. It was not a knife, but a small whip. The weapon only had tails a foot long, but they were enough. They would do! Each of the strands of the small cat were made of thin, stiff, twisted leather. The black, snake-like fingers hung rigid and ready from her black gloved hand.
She rubbed the cheeks of my ass and whispered softly in my ear. “Spread your legs wide, my slave.” As I did, she reached down between my legs and grabbed the lock that haltered my balls. I felt her pull them back. Her soft hands rubbed my imprisoned testicles ever so gently, making me want her more. “Remember what I said a while ago? There are two things in life that excite me and really turn me on. One is being eaten for hours, being serviced by my slave’s tongue and having dozens of magnificent orgasms. The other is bringing pain to the ones I love. I like a man who craves my whip. My pussy drips just thinking of all the wonderful things I can do to your helpless body. As I put my marks upon your flesh and make you beg for mercy, my loins will erupt with more pleasure than a tongue can ever bring. You’ll see. You’ll feel my lust, as your pain brings me the ultimate pleasure. And, you know what? No matter how much I hurt you, no matter what I do to you tonight, you’ll beg to come back and experience more of it. I know you, Jack. If your cock was not tied so tight, you’d be dripping just like I am. I can feel the heat in your balls. I can feel them churning with lust, wanting to explode.”
Her fondling continued, and she started nibbling on my neck. I was pulled around enough, so our lips met. She kissed me so passionately while rubbing my chest. My cock held me fast, and the handcuffs prevented me from taking her in my arms. She was right, and I knew it. I wanted to feel her whips. I could hardly wait for the pain she was offering.
Samantha’s tongue probed beyond my lips, and she rubbed my blood-filled cock. It throbbed with lust as more blood poured through my veins. Then she stopped. “Tonight you will be tested. You are going to feel more pain than you’ve ever felt before. You will hate yourself for coming here very soon, I promise. I want you to realize that as my slave, there is only one thing that your pecker is good for. That, my handsome lover, is giving ME pleasure. ME, not you! Tonight that pleasure comes from my little whip.”
Without another word, she raised her arm above her head. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth tightly together. I thought I knew what was coming. I heard the swish of leather in front of me, but there was no way that I could have anticipated the next moment of time.
The cruel fingers of agony clenched my captured cock. A death-defying scream was muffled by her panties that still filled my mouth. Nine black leather thongs left nine fiery red welts along my trapped pecker. In thoughtless reaction, I pulled back from the butcher block, causing a new pain to my tortured manhood. The thin nylon noose kept its strangle hold on my most sensitive and stricken member.
“No-o-o-o!” I mumbled. “Not a-g-a-i-n!” But it was too late. The whip was already descending towards its victim. Again the strands of leather spread out and tried to cut their way through my aching cock. The pain was indescribable and unbearable. I had never felt anything like it in my life. The thin strands burned into my sensitive flesh. Again I tried to pull away, but the noose only dug deeper into my flesh.
“Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!” Her panties fell from my lips, as I continued to beg. “Jesus Christ! No! Please no! No m-o-r-e, please! I beg you. I don’t want any more!”
She laughed and lightly stroked her fingers along the length of my shaft. “You really want more. After all, we didn’t drive all the way out here, just so you could eat me out and just get two light, little taps with my lovely little whip, did we? Of course not. Up until now, you’ve had all the pleasure and fun. Now, you must pay. The price of using your tongue on my precious pussy is a night of pain. Two strikes of this little mini-cat haven’t even got me warmed up. Do you think that’s fair?”
I stood there, silently waiting.
“Well slave, answer me. Is it fair that you get all the pleasure? Answer me!”
“No...,” I said softly.
“No what?”
“No, Mistress Samantha.”
“And besides, you really want me to punish you more. I’d think you’d want me to whip your cock. After all, you must be so ashamed of it. If I was you, I’d be ashamed of having such a little, tiny, unmanly peter. It really isn’t worth that much. Don’t you really hate it? How can you hold your head up in a woman’s presence with such a waste of man flesh? But you know what? That worthless thing doesn’t belong to you any more anyway. It’s mine, slave, and I’ll do what I want to it. And tonight, I feel like beating it. I’m going to use this tiny whip on MY tiny thing.”
“No! Please, no! Have a little mercy.”
She slowly raised her black gloved hand and the terrible whip above her head. Before the third strike of the horrible snakes, I bent over the butcher block to protect myself.
“That was a big mistake! I didn’t give you permission to move, did I?” she screamed.
She grabbed my hair and yanked me up from the torture table. Then she reached back down between my legs and grabbed my balls. This time there was no tender caress. Using the lock, she twisted and yanked them back past my asshole, taking my breath away.
“You were only getting a dozen little smacks on that worthless worm, but now we’ll have to start all over again with number one,” she explained. “And when those twelve are done, I’m going to give you a little bonus for your insolence. Try another false move, and you’ll get another dozen on your worthless balls. Do you understand me?”
She twisted the lock again, maybe even harder than before.
With tears in my eyes, I nodded my head.
“Do you understand me?” she asked again emphatically!
“Yes, my Mistress.”
“Now tell me how much you really want me to punish you.” As she spoke, she placed the hard tip of the whip handle on the swollen, deep purple head of my cock and leaned down with all her weight upon it. A new pain shot through me. My entire attention was now focused on my pecker. “Tell me slave. Beg me to continue punishing you. Beg me to whip your little pee pee harder than before. Tell me how ashamed you are of it. Beg!”
There was no way that I could avoid replying to her demand. She had a very captive audience. “Please beat my worthless pecker.” My God, what choice did I have? “Let me suffer for you tonight. Please punish me, Mistress Samantha, so that you can have your pleasure. I am yours to do with as you please. Whip me harder than you did before. Give me the pain that I crave and desire so much. Forgive me for having such a tiny cock. I am so ashamed of it, so please beat it for me for as long and as hard as you want. Please show me no mercy tonight.” Those words were difficult to say, because I knew what they really meant.
She raised her arm again and sent the whip crashing across my cock with all the strength she could muster. “One!” she whispered.
My blood curdling screams drowned out her counting of two and three, as they quickly fell. “No – no, please, no more! I – I can’t take any more. It hurts too much. Please have mercy on me. Stop, please.”
“Shut up, slave! I don’t want to hear you beg any more. Deep down inside you really want me to finish this little ordeal, so you can get back to eating me. Don’t you?”
“Don’t you, slave!”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Then she walked away, leaving me to my agony. I looked down to see what she had done to me. Deep purple stripes crisscrossed my once beautiful cock. Fire burned along its entire length. Blood pounded through its swollen veins. Moments later, she returned and forced a large ball gag between my teeth. She pulled the buckle up extra tight to silence me and then picked up her whip again.
“Four! Five! Six! ...” The butcher block shook. It sounded like a gun going off every time the thongs struck down.
I shook my head from side to side. My screams remained unheard. The agony of her wrath was ungodly. Tears flooded down my cheeks as I begged and pleaded in mute, mumbled moans. Slowly she walked around to the other side preparing to continue her pleasure, torturing me and taking me far beyond any limits that I might have. She rubbed her crotch and brought up a hand full of wet, musky love juice. She rubbed it across my face and explained what my pain was doing for her. Then, the whipping continued.
“Seven!” she exclaimed. By the look on her face, I knew that she was enjoying the mutilation of my manhood. There was nothing she could have done tonight to cause me more pain than mangling my cock.
I was beginning to feel a little funny. I had to get control of my mind, before the pain totally took over and caused me to pass out. I had wanted to be tormented. My mind craved it, but could my body take much more?
“Eight! Nine! Ten!”
I screamed and thrashed against my tether. God, what had I got myself into? My pleading still remained unheard, as she stopped for a few moments to let another eruption subside. “O-o-o-h! This is good. It’s making me so hot.” she whispered.
“Get it over with!” I tried to mumble through the gag, but she had other ideas. The next lash made me quiver in anticipated agony as the whip hissed louder than ever before my face, crashing on the butcher block. I screamed, although foolishly, because the violent strike missed me by at least three inches. She was toying with me, as a cat does to a captured mouse.
The eleventh lightning strike was positioned so that the thongs viciously struck just the very end of my throbbing cock. That one really hurt! Droplets of blood gathered on my swollen, dark glans. My eyes bulged out from the pain. I stared at that very spot and wondered why I was still at a full erection. My balls were churning. They wanted to blow.
Again I tried to pull away as the twelfth slash came crashing down. My head tilted all the way back and a deep moan passed by the gag. The scream had found its beginning at the bottom of my soul. She had used every bit of strength possible with that last bludgeoning blow.
I could take no more. Incoherent mumblings were my only pleas.
“That one really got your attention, didn’t it, my love? Don’t worry, I’m through with your little pecker for the night, but remember what I said? You’d pay for that little cowardly act from before. Remember, I said if you did that again, you’d get another dozen on your nuts. Well, I decided to give you a little taste of what that would have been like. It will serve as a warning in the future. But wait, maybe I should give you a choice. I think that’s only fair, my sweet little slave. Would you like a choice? Do you want a couple to your balls or another dozen on your pecker? You make the decision, but be careful what you ask for. After all, two there could be far worse than another twelve here.”
I shook my head and begged for mercy. I didn’t want any more in either place.
“I thought you’d like me to whip you there.” she said with a grin. “Spread ‘em nice and wide, and don’t move. ‘Cause if you do, I give you the entire dozen. Understand?”
I heard the swish, as her underhand lash curled up between my legs. Each of the little tails found a spot to curl around my balls. The damned lock made them so vulnerable. The leather cut the thin, stretched skin so painfully. That dull ache from a kick in the balls tore through my guts. All I did was blow wind through my nostrils, as my entire body stiffened. The violent blow drove me up on the very tips of my toes. I nearly passed out from the pain but fought to maintain consciousness. If I collapsed, I’d rip off my cock!
“That was a good one, wasn’t it? Learn this lesson well, my friend.”
One more time the whip found its mark on the most sensitive part of a man’s body. I was still on the very tips of my toes and had no place further to go. I choked and coughed and nearly vomited from the inescapable pain. Even the gag couldn’t suppress the screams of agonizing abuse. Finally, it was over.
She threw down the whip and walked away. “I’ll be back, don’t worry!”
I heard her footsteps leave as I looked down at the remains of my manhood. Multi-colored red, black and purple marks were only the symbols of the agonizing pain that pounded and throbbed and devoured my cock. Never could anyone have endured such wrath! My God, what have I got myself into?
Only moments passed before she returned. With a quick flick of her fingers, the nylon noose released its death grip on the head of my prick. As the blood rushed back through my meat, a new agony took over. The pain of re-circulation was almost as bad as the flogging. I lay over the heavy table defeated, agonized and exhausted.
“Stand up, my darling.”
She removed my gag and took a cool washcloth to my tear stained face. “We’re not done here tonight, but you’d better bring me a few more times before we finish.”
She hopped up on the block, and I fell immediately to my knees. I licked all the juices from her inner thighs before reaching her pussy. Never before had I seen a woman’s cunt as wet and impassioned as hers. She was right. Torturing me had made her hotter than my licking. It was violent! I barely touched her clit when she exploded. Loud moans echoed through the chamber from her pleasure. Twice more I brought her before I heard her say, “That’s enough for now. Get over there and bend over the horse.”
Was I going to get beaten again? Hadn’t I suffered enough to satisfy her? Sheepishly I rose and did as I was told. Like a dog with its tail between its legs, I cowered in fear.
“Obviously I didn’t hurt you very much,” she chuckled. “That little excuse of a cock is still as hard as when we started. How come? Do you like my torment that much, my little slave?”
Carefully I leaned over the padded top of the heavy wooden horse. She locked my ankles to the large, square legs of the torture device with thick leather manacles. Next my Mistress put a double thick, studded leather collar around my neck. To the dog collar she fastened a strap that went through a ring in the floor. The other end was hooked to the lock on my balls. The inch wide nylon strap was a tie-down of sorts and was equipped with a ratchet. Within a few moments my head was drawn tightly towards the floor, as she shortened the strap. Of course my balls were pulled uncomfortably in the same direction. The little device clicked along stretching my testicles farther and farther.
“Please, my Mistress, you’re going to rip them off.”
She didn’t listen. She stopped only when she was ready.
“Listen carefully. I’m going to whip your tight, little ass fifty times tonight. After each ten hits, I’ll change instruments. Some will be with a paddle while others will be with different types of whips. I want this to be a learning experience, because each of my toys will give you a different sensation. All of them cause pain but some feel differently than others. You are going to count out each time I hit you and thank me for it. After each lash, you will thank me for being so considerate and ask me to strike you harder. If you make a mistake, we will start all over. For several days after this whipping, you will think of me every time you try to sit down. I will show you no mercy, so don’t bother begging for it. Any begging will also cause us to start all over again, and believe me, you’ll wish you hadn’t. Any questions?”
“No, Mistress Samantha.”
She went to the wall and selected a thin riding crop and swished it through the air several times. I was unable to see it, but I could hear it before it struck. It whistled through the air before striking my flesh.
“Jesus Christ, that hurt!”
“Did you forget already? I guess that one was just for practice. Okay, let’s get started.” She brought the whip down across both cheeks of my ass again.
“One! Thank you my Mistress for training me to be your slave. Please strike me again, only harder than the last.” I threw all that in, hoping that she might feel a little compassion. It didn’t work. The next nine lashes were just as hard as the first. She spread each strike about an inch apart over the entire surface of my back sides from the top to the bottom.
“That looks real nice. Ten lovely, red welts make your ass so pretty. Let’s try a nice heavy leather strap this time. Why don’t you kiss it for me before I begin?” She really held it down, so I got a good look at the evil weapon. It was a Scottish tawse, being split on the end to bring more pain.
She swung the whip over her shoulder and brought it diagonally across both cheeks of my bottom. The tips of it continued around my thigh and bit severely on the outside of my right leg.
“One!” I screamed in pain.
“That’s eleven, asshole. Can’t you count? Now we’re going to have to start all over.”
“No, please, don’t start again. I won’t make another mistake. Please my Mistress.”
“What did I tell you about begging, my foolish one. Don’t you believe what I say? For that, we’ll add another ten to your total number. Keep it up. I don’t really care. It’s your ass, and we’ve got all night. You’ve seen how much pleasure I get from giving my slaves a little pain. So let’s start again with number one.”
The heavy leather strap was laid heavily across my buttocks. Each time, a deep purple mark formed below the surface of my skin. Small, hard welts rose from my flesh, creating a unique pattern to decorate my ass cheeks. I thanked her for her kindness, and begged for more. She continued her generosity.
The next ten were placed the other direction, again diagonally across my ass. Small, diamond shaped marks were created by a thick, stiff braided crop.
“That’s twenty, only forty more to go. Don’t make another mistake, my love, or I will be happy to start again.” She went to the rack of whips and selected an over-sized ping-pong paddle. Five brutally hard swats were placed on each cheek. I wasn’t sure that I could take another thirty hits. My ass was on fire!
I continued counting through the forties, as she burned a thin bamboo cane across my bottom. Each strike brought a moan as I continued to thank her. My ordeal was two-thirds over. I writhed in pain with every lash. Her breathing was rapid as she approached another dose of womanly pleasure.
For the next ten painful hits, she chose a cat-o’-nine-tails. From its short hardwood handle, nine braided leather strands, each two feet long, hung limply. She moved around near my head and knelt by my ear. “You’re doing fine, darling. Don’t make any mistakes. This one will hurt a little more.” She stood up and brought the full force of the whip down between my legs. Each of the nine tails bit into me with a vengeance. The crack of my ass had remained untouched to this point, but now it was on fire. My tiny puckered asshole caught the full fury of the blow and several of the tips of the cat toyed with my balls.
With that hit, her loins exploded. She breathed deeply, yet uncontrolled. Her coos and moans announced her powerful orgasm. My bondage and pain fulfilled her needs and desires. It took her a few minutes to regain her control, so that she could continue.
“Fifty-one! Thank you my Mistress for training me to be your slave. Please strike me again, only harder than the last!” The whip followed a similar path, but each of the nine tips bit cruelly into my inner thighs. Again, my asshole was attacked, but this time she made the strands spread out and bite more cruelly between my legs. Each strike compounded the pain. She was able to gauge her distance, so that several of the blows would continue to just nip my stretched out testicles. At last she dropped the whip. I had made it to sixty.
“You see what that does to me, my love? Bringing you pain, brings me pleasure. Orgasms brought from whipping you are better than those from you licking my clit. These are by far the best! So, let’s get your little ordeal finished, okay?”
Tears welled up in my eyes, as she picked up a thick leather paddle. “Look at this one, Jack. See all the holes. Look at the lovely hard leather knots that cover its surface. I know you’ll like this little gem. I saved this one ‘til last, so you’d remember to follow my orders completely. Try to count them, if you can.” Slowly she took her stance behind me. The rough, black paddle smashed across both battered cheeks.
“Ah-h-h-h-h! Sixty-o-n-e...!” The holes allowed the paddle to strike with the ultimate force. That part was easy, even though my ass was already blistered. Each of the several dozen knots that studded the surface embedded themselves into my flesh. Their bruises went clear to the bone. Thoughtlessly, I raised my head to protest. I nearly ripped my balls off. Her unique tether held me down.
“O-h-h-h...F-U-C-K...! Sixty-two!” She found another painful spot. Before my Mistress had finished, the paddle had covered every square inch of my backside. I was growing faint. Just incoherent mumbles escaped my lips.
Ever so gently, her soft hands caressed my backside. Even her light, delicate touch hurt me. “I was wrong. You’ll think of me every time you try to sit down for at least the next two weeks. Now that I’ve finished my job, it’s time for you to finish yours.” She released me from the horse and then lay back on a padded bench nearby.
It was difficult to move, but I managed to crawl to my rightful place between her legs. Streams of love juice coated her inner thighs again, for I had satisfied her several times as she beat me. It seemed so odd, that a woman could get that excited by whipping a slave’s tender flesh. She certainly was different than anyone I’d ever met.
I ran my tongue over her wetness, savoring every drop of her passion. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her legs around my head and neck. Her fingers wove through my hair, as my nose rubbed her clit and my tongue did its magic. Her body pulsated from deep within, and her grip grew ever tighter and tighter.
Breathing became difficult, but I dared not stop the probing, licking and sucking of her honey pot. I started to struggle, unable to breathe, drifting towards unconsciousness. My only salvation came as her most powerful orgasm of the night exploded through her. She screamed with an ultimate pleasure that I have never seen or heard in a woman. It was magnificent and uncontrollable. Just before I blacked out, she loosed her grip, and I was pushed away.
It took several minutes for her breathing to return to normal. She sat up and lifted my head. Tenderly she kissed me several times on the forehead and said, “I was a little rough on you tonight, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex like that. I needed it badly. I also have to see if you are really serious about becoming my slave. After tonight, I’m sure that you are going to have to think about it and so am I. Go home and give it a lot of thought because becoming my slave means giving me everything, forever. I will own you totally, unequivocally. Understand? You will support me, serve me every moment of your life and obey my every wish and command. You will surrender to me completely – body, mind and soul.”
“Life as you have known it will no longer exist. Every minute of every day will be spent making me happy and satisfying my needs. If you become my slave, you’ll never give a moment’s thought to any of your own wants and desires. They will never exist again. Never! Becoming my slave will be a total, lifetime commitment on your part.”
“In the morning, if you are truly ready to take this giant step and become my slave, there are a few things you must do.”
“What’s that, my Mistress?”
I couldn’t believe I answered her so quickly. I couldn’t believe that I wanted more of this abuse. Anyone in their right mind would get out and never look back, but I couldn’t control myself. My cock was dripping with desire and uncontrollable lust, rock hard and ready for action.
I listened as she continued. “In the morning, completely shave your body from the neck down. Every hair! A slave is not worthy of resembling a man. Then at precisely twelve noon, you’ll go to Rodger’s Department Store at the Center Village Mall. You know where that is?”
I nodded my head affirmatively.
“Go to the lingerie department and buy a couple of bras, a dozen pairs of panties and some pantyhose. When you get home, you’ll start wearing them all the time, every day. When I decide to contact you, whether its morning, noon or night, you’d better be wearing your women’s lingerie. Then I’ll know you are serious. If you can’t follow these simple instructions, you aren’t ready to become my slave. If you decide you can’t go through with it, just don’t bother, and I’ll send you the key to the ball lock in the mail. Any questions?”
“No, my Mistress.”
“Then let’s go.”
“Where are my clothes?”
“Everything you need is in your car. Here, step into these.” She held out a hot pink spandex and lace thong. Once dressed, she led me to the trunk of my car. Climbing in was quite difficult after the ordeal I went through tonight. The ride only lasted about twenty minutes when she stopped and opened the trunk. She took a key and unlocked one side of the handcuffs, then brought them around and re-locked them in front. “I’ll catch a cab home from over there,” she said. “Bye, love.” With a quick kiss on my lips, she handed me my keys and just walked away.
“Mistress Samantha,” I whispered. She stopped momentarily and looked around. “Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of satisfying you tonight. Thanks for everything.”
She walked on as I quickly climbed out of the trunk and slammed it shut. I was naked except for the pink thong on a side street in the middle of town as I struggled to unlock the car. On my key ring, she had put a half dozen other keys that all looked identical. It took me several tries to finally get the door open and get in before being seen by some passer-by. I looked around for a moment, finding nothing but my wallet and money clip. She had left me no clothes. How was I going to get home and into my condo dressed like this?
It took me an hour to finally reach the complex. It was a long hour as well. It is difficult to drive. With my hands still cuffed, I couldn’t support my ass from resting on the seat. I was lucky not be stopped by some cop out looking for drunks at that hour of the night.
I parked in front of my place but stayed in the car for some time, before getting the courage to dash for the door. Shortly after security drove by, I made sure there were no tricks with the key this time. I made it to the door without incident, but the key wouldn’t fit the lock. My God! What did she do? It was the only key on the ring that had a possibility of fitting. I tried it again before deciding to head back to the car. “Shit, Samantha. What did you do to me now?”
My neighbors pulled into the parking spot right next to me. They sat there talking for some time, as I crouched over, hiding in the seat. I had a serious dilemma. What was I going to do? I was handcuffed and only wearing a woman’s thong. Suddenly my cell phone rang.
“Got a little problem, my sore-assed friend?”
“Please, Mistress. Help me out. I’ve got to get inside.”
“Your key is in the ashtray. You’ve got about five minutes before security comes around again, so you’d better run. See you soon. Oh, you know what? I think I could really learn to love you.”
The coast was finally clear. I dashed to the door and just got inside before other people arrived. I was finally safe.
I unlocked the cuffs with a key from my dresser drawer and took off her panties. In the bathroom I examined the horrible traces of this night’s ordeal. My cock was swollen and a little black and blue. It was not as bad as I had expected. My ass was another story however. An ugly purple and black checkerboard covered my entire painful, throbbing butt. You could plainly see where every one of those leather knots had bruised me.
I took a long, hot shower, letting the water run down over my ass. It felt so good. Carefully I applied some aloe ointment to the dozens of welts and crawled into bed. I lay there for some time and really wanted to blow my swollen, cum-filled rocks by jerking off, but my cock hurt far too much to touch it. I had a severe case of blue balls, a tremendous erection and a night full of unnatural thoughts. It was hard to get to sleep. I just laid there with one thought. I couldn’t get Samantha, I mean Mistress Samantha, out of my mind. I had found my Mistress.