by Mistress Kaz
It was time to make things a little more intense. I would have her writhing on the bed and craving my touch. I fetched a large looking vibrator, golden in colour and encrusted with crystals. It was quite beautiful and had 6 speeds and difference pulse settings, all which were equally orgasm inducing. Turning it on, I rolled it over Amy's breasts which made her tremble in anticipation. Then I slid it down to her thighs, moving it round and round gently, gradually increasing the power. This seemed to have the desired effect upon her. Her mouth was open in ecstasy, her back arched and she trembled under my touch.
I shifted the toy closer towards her pussy, teasing my slut and frustrating her simultaneously. Her hips rose and fell and for just a moment I pulled the toy towards her clitoris, causing her to curl her fingertips into the silk sheets and grip them tightly. I twirled the toy in a circular motion for several seconds and she arched her pussy towards the toy. I knew that in that moment, she wanted to come for me more than anything. I paused on the edge of an abyss. I already had made my mind up, but it was nice to linger and consider all the possibilities.
I explored the idea of sliding it deep inside her and simultaneously rubbing her clit, watching as she bucked her hips and came hard for me. The thought brought a smile to my lips. I liked to fantasise a great deal and explore every avenue of thought.
Next I imagined binding her wrists and chaining them to a hook on a ceiling. Then I would position a vibrator on a low setting, so it only just brushed against her clitoris, which would be just enough sensation to drive her wild, but not enough to reach an orgasm. Games, games, games. There was plenty of time for that.
I pulled the toy away, switched it off and stood up. She looked up at me confused and with a mixture of longing and disappointment in her eyes. I leant forward and brushed my lips against hers softly and whispered in her ear.
"Amy my little buttercup, my little cherry, you must earn such rewards. “
I meandered to the door and left without a word, leaving my slave in a state of frustration and confusion. Tease and denial is a wonderful way to train your slaves to be more obedient. Give them too much and they become complacent. Always keep them desperate. Make them work hard for their rewards. Sexual frustration does wonders for a slave’s sense of loyalty. I could almost feel her discomposure from the room behind me, an intense and thick energy, but not unpleasant. I could easily sense the energy of others. Sometimes I could absorb the energy of others, although I knew how to shut myself off from it when needed. It’s how I was able to read people so well.
I was about to set off, when I paused and I did something I don’t normally do. I peered through the crack in the door like a dirty voyeur. I could see the frustrated and slightly tearful redhead sitting hesitantly on the bed. Her hands had started to wander downwards towards her wet pussy.
I barked loudly "No touching yourself till I say or I will leave you bound, ankles to wrists."
Abashed and surprised, she lifted her hands back up to her waist with a shameful expression. I turned away smiling and set off to my quarters. Maid owed me a foot massage and I was going to hold him to it.
Hugh
I was still wondering if I had done the right thing and was feeling sharp pangs of guilt stab at my conscience. Was it too late to make a run for it? I could climb out of the window if I wasn’t two storeys up. I’m not sure which would be worse, going ahead with this, or committing an act of cowardice, escaping through the window and shattering my legs in a fall. I could just see the headlines ‘Pervert Falls To Justice’ Everyone in the street would point and say “That’s him! That’s the kinky idiot who jumped out of a window of a wild sex den!”
I heard the door open and she entered. She wore a low plunging leather halter top and skirt in a vivid red. The skirt skimmed the top of her thighs and matched the long red leather whip she was holding.
“Slave, you are not ready!” she barked. “Dress!” She pointed to the leather gimp mask and PVC shorts with an angry look.
Displeasing this woman was not something I wanted to do and for so many reasons. I forgot my reservations and hurriedly stepped into the shorts and despite trying to keep my eyes under control they kept landing back on those huge buoyant breasts of hers. What I’d give to pull those out and stick my…”
“Slave, quickly or I am going to have to punish you before we even get started?” her eyes were flashing angrily and I dare not defy this strict vixen.
Quickly, I was pulling up the shorts. They were a little too tight and did not conceal much. My lower appendage felt squashed, although the friction was not unpleasant. I felt completely ridiculous. Embarrassed I pulled the leather mask over my head thankful for the anonymity it lent. Inside the hood my vision was limited. I could see a small portion of what was directly in front of me, but most of my vision was obscured, like a horse wearing blinkers. My hearing was muffled slightly too. The hood felt heavier than expected and a little warm, but there was something strangely comforting about it
I gulped. My mouth was dry, my heart was pounding and I could feel my cock start to stiffen. Even the sensation of the PVC pants brushing against my dick was unbearable. I wanted this delicious blonde…well to tell the truth, I wanted her to throw me on the bed, to tease my dick until I could take no more and then be denied and mocked. Who was I trying to fool with these pseudo macho suggestions? I confess, I’m no alpha male in the bedroom. I wouldn’t say I’m reserved and I can take charge if needs be, but I prefer to sit back and do as I’m told.
In my professional life, I’m very different and make tough decisions all day long as a CEO of an Electronics Corporation. Sexually though, I like to lose control and submitting to a domineering woman appeals to me for reasons I cannot begin to understand.
It would be a dream come true to be teased mercilessly by this glorious femme fatale. Perhaps she’d even punish me first, slap my dick hard until I trembled, dig her stilettoes into my tender ball sacks and ride my face. Perhaps she would have me make her cum with my tongue as I explored her holes and she used me for her pleasure. I would love to be her puppet, her plaything. I suppose I wanted to feel more feminine and I wondered what it was like to feel vulnerable and under someone else’s control. I suppose I was about to find out.
“Slave!” she bellowed, her eyes narrow. It was almost as if she could read my mind and I hung my head guiltily.
“Come and look at yourself Slave” She pulled me in front of a silver framed mirror and through the narrow slits in my hood I looked back at my reflection.
I barely recognised myself in this fetish attire and I must admit it turned me on. I was without identity, I was an object to be used and abused. My gaze turned back to Mistress, oh fuck I was in trouble now. I thought I would be compelled to do absolutely anything she asked of me and my dick twitched in anticipation.
She clicked her fingers and beckoned me and I followed her. I felt like a puppy dog, eager to obey and follow her lead. I had thought she might attach a lead to me but she seemed to be in a hurry. I followed her down the winding corridors. The corridors were marbled and black with flecks of glitter which gave it a modern feel. A stark contrast to the mahogany’s, oak, cherry woods and walnut of the bedrooms and the main lounges. Huge mirrors hung from some of the walls with gilded frames, although we were walking too quickly for me to glance at my reflection.
Gold statues of Greek gods and goddess and twisting bodies rose up from the corners in an almost eerie manner. We reached a grand stairway which was covered with a plush deep pile crimson carpet. A King Louie XVI chair sat proudly off centre. If only that chair could speak. I bet it would have a few tales to tell!
As more light entered the room it become brighter and my attention was captured by Athena’s bottom. I considered what may lay under that little leather skirt she wore and my thoughts turned impure once again. The shorts were starting to chafe a little now with all this walking and I hope I didn’t have to wear this costume every day.
My dread started
to grow as we walked down the staircase and slipped into the shadows once more. Then we entered a small dark corridor. It was far less opulent than everything I had seen so far and made of a rough-hewn stone. I could almost hear the sounds of dripping water and the low grumbles of a troll underground, although these were merely figments of my imagination.
We stopped in an arched doorway and I almost expected to see a sign with the words scrawled ENTER AT YOUR PERIL. Athena opened the door and I saw the others were in the room already. Maid was handing them clothing, well garments at least. There seemed to be variations of leather shorts, the shiny stuff I think is called latex and even a couple of slaves wearing bright pink tutu’s and knickers. I was suddenly thankful that my outfit was one of the most conservative in the room!
I counted five other slaves, plus Maid. Each wore a gimp mask to conceal their identity and each mask bore a number on the side of the dark leather. I suppose this was a way Mistress could identify us if she needed to. Maid wore his uniform which consisted of a black and white maids outfit and a frilly white apron which was pristine. He seemed to have tights or stockings on under his skirts and wore a bright pink lipstick. A blonde bobbed wig framed his face which held a ruffled head piece typical of a maid. His features were soft and his eyes exuded warmth. I wasn’t sure what to make of Maid, but he seemed pleasant and a jolly nice chap.
Athena had moved across the room and was placing one fella into some sort of metal chastity device, oh boy, I hope that wasn’t going to become my destiny! I don’t think I would be able to contain myself for very long. It would drive me quite mad and I cringed at the thought of having my crown jewels under lock and key. My mind instantly turned to methods of cheating my way out of this heinous device. Perhaps I could use a hairpin like they do in the movies and free willy!
As I was still trying to figure it out a possible escape plan should I be forced into chastity, my attention was captured by Athena. She crossed to the other side of the dimly lit stone cavern and approached a large wooden chest, that would not look out of place in a pirate’s trove of spoils. She lifted the lid which creaked loudly and dipped her hand inside. The room fell silent and it seemed as if all held their breathe in expectation. Then Athena pulled a pink silicone vibrator out of a drawer. I would hazard a guess that it stood at ten inches, but then us chaps always do have a tendency to overestimate when it comes to length! The end was shaped like a walnut whip and it seemed far less intimidating than some of the contraptions I had seen.
Athena stalked towards the caged and hooded slave haughtily in a manner which clearly aimed to intimidate. It seems that it was working. The slave stood humbly with his head bowed and his arms hanging limply by his sides. She switched the vibrator on and it whirled into life, purring as if happy to be of service. She pushed it against the metal chastity cage causing it to rattle loudly. This seemed to cause the guy to experience a great deal of pleasure and I could hear his heavy breaths coming fast from across the room. I cannot possibly imagine what was happening inside that cage he wore, but he seemed to struggle to maintain his stance and swiftly won Athena’s disapproval.
Mistress barked “Do not be under the false impression that you are going to have an orgasm any time soon Slave. You have a lot to prove!”
The caged slave was quickly forgotten and Athena turned her attention to someone else I could hear the caged slave’s gasp of disappointment. I looked at his number which read 5. Back in the room I had noticed the number: 2 on my own hood. I wondered to myself if the order of numbers had any meaning to it. Perhaps if he was a 5, it was good that I was a 2. I might be a higher-ranking slave. Then again this could just be wishful thinking.
My thoughts drifted away again and I could see Athena’s full lips moving, but the words just didn’t penetrate my ears. All I could think of was those soft lips wrapped around my hard dick. I’d even settled for her flogging my dick until it ached. I felt extremely awkward not knowing what to do with myself and these fleeting fantasies helped somewhat.
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5!“ Mistress hollered. “Rise and form an orderly line, side by side.”
On cue, the other slaves efficiently formed a line. I imagined this must be a daily ritual as everyone except me seemed to know their place. I followed their actions, not wanting to stand out and be humiliated in front of everyone. It sounds silly now, this is what I signed up for, but I was especially looking forward to the one on one time with Mistress and was not in a hurry to be humiliated publicly.
For a second my thoughts returned to my wife and I felt that pang of regret again. I thought of my golf clubs waiting in the trunk of the car unused. Of course, I would have to pretend that the golfing holiday had been a real riot and make up some crazy stories about the other chaps to lend it authenticity. I hated lying, especially to her. She just wouldn’t understand my needs though, my desire to be dominated. I had to get my fix, to keep my calm. I figured a whole week of this lifestyle should get it out of my system for a long time, then I could go back to being the caring husband I usually was. I felt like a complete cad. After this, I wouldn’t do it again. Perhaps I’d even take her away somewhere, just the two of us…
Oh fuck, Athena was approaching me and my brain turned to mush. As she walked towards me in her tight black leather corset her breasts heaved and spilled over the top. I’m ashamed to admit I thought of exploring them with my tongue and sucking them like ripe succulent fruit. There was strong underlying fear within me too which lurched every time she took a step closer and I hoped she could not tell what I was thinking.
“Number 2!” cried Mistress and there was a rumble of laughter from around me. Oh great, I was number 2, comparable with a bowel motion. Maybe I wanted to be number 5 now!
“Yes Mistress.” I said stuttering with nerves.
“Stand up straight, shoulders back. Follow my orders or it’s the cross for you!”
“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress” I said hurriedly correcting my posture.
It seems our group sessions began with a physical warm up and we were instructed to do various exercises. Mistress would call out “10 squats” or “10 lunges” and I struggled through them panting and feeling exerted only half way through each set. We were taught to march on cue and jog on the spot.
I wasn’t cut out for this kind of physical activity, I didn’t know it was going to be like the SAS! For a moment, I regretted my decision coming here, then as soon as this thought entered my mind Athena started tapping slaves on the head. As she did so they dropped to their knees and bowed with their heads on the floor. When she tapped my head I quickly followed suit. I was glad of the chance to rest and get my breath back.
There was a commotion and it appeared that one young chap had displeased her. I could hear her talking coldly to him and she barked “When I give you an order, you comply instantly.”
Athena dragged the chap by the arm to a bench and bent him over. Then in front of everyone she whipped down the lacy black knickers he wore and spread his cheeks. The slave made no complaint this time and I wondered what was going to happen. I wondered if he knew what was going to happen. Luckily, I couldn’t see his bottom properly. I’m open minded but not keen to see that kind of graphic close-up if I have the choice. If he was female, then it would be a different story.
Athena clicked her fingers at Maid who stood patiently in the corner holding a tray of implements. I could not quite make out what was on the tray and strained to get a better view. Maid tottered closer in his 3 inch heels and then I could see the tray held various butt plugs of different colours, sizes and materials. I could see a glass butt plug which was smooth and clear, something metallic looking which was enormous, and a few smaller brightly coloured objects.
Mistress selected the glass toy and held it up towards Maid who materialised a bottle of lube from his aprons. He squirted the lube liberally all over the phallic portion of the toy. Athena nodded and Maid returned to his spot. It was a bizarre site to behold and in another life, I could j
ust see Maid dressed in a suit and bow tie carrying a silver platter and a hog roast to a Duchess.
My vision switched from the retreating Maid back to Athena and she was working the glass butt plug into the slave’s bottom. I wondered if it hurt, but he certainly didn’t seem to indicate if it did. When she seemed satisfied that the slaves bottom was firmly plugged, she pulled his shorts back up and ordered him to repeat the exercise. The idea of this to me was humiliating, but I thought it would be a huge turn on to feel so vulnerable and be made to do this. I pondered with the idea of playing up to get some of her attention like a naughty schoolboy. I supposed this was probably a stupid idea though. I wondered what she had in store for me.
“Sit up” she commanded and everyone rose into a seated position.
I think I saw Maid press something on a wall and then he pulled a whiteboard down from above our heads. At the top it read ‘LADY ATHENA’S RULES’ and then she said perhaps unnecessarily.
“On the board before you are my rules. Recite them back to me.”
Aloud and clumsily we read the rules. I think I felt more self-conscious than most and mumbled my way through the rules;
Do not speak to one another without permission
No touching yourselves or Mistress without permission
Raise your hand if you wish to speak
Do not question me
Do not complain
Do everything to the best of your ability.
