After regaining her composure, she climbed off and grabbed a ball gag from the dresser. She shoved it in my mouth and fastened it tight.
“Enjoy the rest of your night asshole,” she said disgustingly and left. She closed the door and retired to our bed, leaving me trussed to the bed.
It took me quite a while to get to sleep. Everything that happened today raced through my mind as if on a race track. It went round and round for a couple of hours, but one thing lingered the longest. Her final statement upset me. Maybe it was her not satisfying me, leaving me on the brink of climax. Or maybe it was her calling me an “asshole.”
Sometime around nine in the morning she came in to see me. She sat on the bed and leaned over, kissing my forehead.
“I’m sorry about last night. I guess the wine finally hit me.”
She released me from the bed, let me use the toilet and sent me down to make her coffee and breakfast. After breakfast we sat on the couch and watched the news. I was surprised that she was all cuddles and stuff.
“So do you like your piercing?”
“Yea, I do. It’s so pleasurable no matter what I do. Even as I walk, it moves just slightly and gives me just a wonderful feeling. If I had known how nice it feels, I would have had one done years ago.”
“Hell, you’re only twenty-six, how many years you talking?”
“Oh, I don’t know. So what do you have planned for our morning?” I asked.
“Well, at ten we are stopping into Leather Bound.”
“Oh yea… what do want to look for today?”
“There were a few things I noticed when we bought your leather stuff.”
“What kind of things?” I curiously asked.
“I thought you might look really hot in that rubber outfit.”
“I don’t know as I’m into rubber.”
“Oh trust me, you’ll be into it, and you’ll like it.”
“But don’t you just get hot and sweaty in that stuff?”
“Then you’ll not only look really hot, you’ll be steamy hot as well.”
I laughed.
“Then we’re going to stop and see a fellow who makes really nice custom furniture and accessories. I was thinking about a set of stocks and maybe a pillory type thing.”
“And where do plan on putting all this stuff?”
“What do you think about turning the cellar into a dungeon of sorts?”
“Sounds like a good idea,” I responded. “Boy, you just like spending my money.”
“I’m doing it all for you. You like this stuff. Besides you make plenty as owner of the company. How many 26 year olds own a million dollar business?”
“My grandfather created that business, made me a vice-president when I graduated from college and left it to me when he died. He’d cringe if he knew what we were using my money on.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. We both like this bondage thing, so why not get a few things and enjoy it?”
“You’re right. We’ll get whatever makes us happy.”
“Thank you, slave.”
“You’re welcome, Mistress.”
She kissed me and sent me to clean up.
“Hey,” she yelled. “Don’t you dare spank that little monkey while you’re in there. And don’t shave. Remember you have laser treatments on Monday.”
“Yes, dear.”
When we walked into the adult shop, Lilly greeted us. “Good morning Mistress Margo. Morning, slave.
“While your Mistress and I talk, go into the back and get undressed. And have some manners this time. Be on your knees with your head bowed when in the presence of your superiors.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
When they came in the back, they were laughing because I was partially hard.
“Stand up, slave, so we can fix your little problem. As a slave you’d better get that little clit under control,” Lilly said disgustedly.
“I’ll try, Mistress Lilly,” I responded, as she walked into another room.
When she returned, she had a bowl of ice cubes and a large bag of ice.
“Here, do something worthwhile. Put your little worm and balls in this bowl of ice water and hold this bag of ice on top to keep your junk submerged.”
I held the plastic container in one hand and held the bag with the other. It was freezing cold, but I didn’t dare say anything.
“We’ll see how hard you are in a little while,” Lilly chuckled.
They continued to talk and completely ignore me while hypothermia worked on my privates. Well, I guess they actually aren’t private any more. Finally after better than five minutes I was allowed to take them out of the ice water.
Lilly handed me a towel and quickly began to take some measurements. After being in the water that long, I was surprised it hadn’t completely disappeared deep up inside me.
“Length – 3 inches,” she said. “Circumference – 3 ½ inches. Distance around base of cock and balls – 8 inches. Circumference of balls – 7 ½ inches. Distance from balls to asshole – 3 inches, she said, looking up at Margo.
“I think I have something right now that will be really close if you want to try it for a couple of days. You can remove it before he gets his laser treatment.”
“They do his backside this week, so it makes no difference.”
She looked at me. “Hold that ice bag back on that worthless stuff,” she said emphatically, as she left the room.
I knew this was going to happen, but I didn’t expect it so soon.
“Lock your fingers behind you head and don’t move. You wouldn’t want any of that tender flesh pinched between the metal, would you?”
After grabbing my cock and balls and pulling them away from my body, she snapped a ring around everything. It was a little snug, but I didn’t say anything. Then using a small metal hook she grabbed my Prince Albert and tried to pull my cock down into a steel cage. It was too small, so she rubbed some lube on my dick allowing it to slide in more easily. Then the cage was locked in place.
Lilly handed Margo the key and reminded her that the new chastity device would be here in five to six weeks.
My Mistress looked at me. “So, what do you think?”
“I like it, Mistress. Thank you for taking control of my cock.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she replied, as she handed the key back to Lilly. “If I don’t have it, I won’t be tempted to take it off. Besides, it will keep me from listening to him beg. If you keep the key, it’s not coming off until I decide.”
Then we went out into the store and purchased an entire rubber outfit. Being a premium set, it was much thicker rubber and contained everything to cover a slave from head to toe. Lilly suggested a type of gas mask to complete the outfit, so Margo got that as well.
Then it was off to a wall covered with all sorts of whips, paddles and other pain delivering instruments. Several of those were added to our pile. Lilly showed Margo some butt plugs, including a metal one that locks in place as well as an electric shocking device. Of course they were added to our collection. As we headed for the cash register, Margo notice some nipple clamps, so she got several different kinds, making our shopping trip complete.
We stopped at a new local brewery for lunch. It was just down the street. While sipping some brew and waiting for lunch, I asked, “How long are you making me wear this chastity device?”
“For as long as I want. You don’t have to ask. I’ll let you know when it comes off. Never ask again, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Besides, the one you’re wearing today is only temporary until the one you were measured for comes in. After all, we have to control your silly habit of playing with that little thing all the time.
“So tell me honestly, and don’t lie to me. How many times a day did you used to jerk off?”
I hesitated for a minute before answering. “Sometimes three or four times – sometimes less, sometimes more.”
She laughed. “Not any more. You only get to cum when
I give you permission. We discussed that before, didn’t we?”
“Bu….”
“No buts. You’re my slave, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“So tell me, what is a slave? You want to be my slave, so what exactly do you expect in this subservient role. Tell me.”
I thought for a minute. “It’s my duty as your slave to make you happy. I am expected to do everything for you, so you don’t have to do anything. I’ll need to be punished for any wrong deeds or even if you wish to take out your frustrations of the day. I must obey you and willingly let you dominate me any way you wish.”
“Okay, that said…. If I tell you that you can’t jerk-off any more, isn’t that a reasonable request?”
I thought for a minute. “Yes, Mistress.”
“I thought so. And if I want you to wear a chastity device for the rest of your life, isn’t that dominating you any way I want?”
“For the rest of my life, Mistress?”
She chuckled, “If I want. After all a slave is no longer a man. It’s a creature lower than even a dog or a cat. It’s just another object that its Mistress owns. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“It has no rights, does it?
“That’s true.”
“That’s why you have no body hair, isn’t it? You’re no longer a man. So why do you think you should be allowed to have sex or even jerk-off. Men have that privilege, not a slave. You are a piece of property with no rights what so ever. You are something to be used and abused by me for my pleasure any time I want. Your pleasures are no longer my concern, even though I really enjoy giving you the bondage and punishment you crave. You know why I do those things to you.”
“Because you love me?”
“That’s one reason. But the other is that it really excites me as well. I enjoy being your Mistress. I like owning you. I love having you grovel at my feet and serving my every need. It makes my pussy wet, putting you in strict inescapable bondage and making you suffer. You’ve brought out the true sadist in me, and I like it.”
“I like it to, Mistress.”
“That’s good, because you have no choice in the matter, do you?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Now answer me honestly. Isn’t that what you really want for the rest of your life?”
“Yes, Mistress. It truly is.”
“Good, now I’m glad that discussion is over. Let’s enjoy our lunch.”
Chapter Three
While we were eating, Margo suggested we drive up to the lake and spend the rest of the weekend at the cottage. We have a wonderful camp in the mountains about two hours north of here. Fifty years ago my grandfather bought the entire upper half of a beautiful pristine lake and several hundred acres from a logging company that was going bankrupt. He was in the right place at the right time and had the money to do it. It’s a great place for us to go and play, since the nearest neighbor is at least a mile away and not in sight no matter which way you look.
It’s great to be able to do things like that. We didn’t even have to go back to the house. On the way up we stopped at a little butcher shop on an unknown crossroads and got a couple of T-bone steaks for dinner. I’ve been told that people drive hours to get his steaks.
We arrived at Elk Lake Lodge by mid-afternoon. As I got out of the car, I just stood there in awe. This is a special spot. I had so many fond memories staying here for summers when I was young. As my thoughts started to drift back, Margo spoke.
“Don’t dilly dally, slave, get the meat in the refrigerator and turn on the power.”
“Yes, Mistress.” “And get your clothes off. Slaves don’t wear clothes in the presence of their Mistresses. Besides I like to see you all locked up like that. It turns me on, knowing that you can’t get hard or do anything about your sexual needs and frustration.”
I did as she asked.
When Margo finally went into the cabin, I had the windows open, allowing the mountain breeze to air out the cabin. She looked around and was satisfied.
“Get me a glass of wine and then go get the stuff we bought this morning. Oh, there are a couple duffle bag in the trunk of the car as well.”
I was surprised when I returned. She immediately opened the black duffle and removed the leather wrist cuffs and a length of rope. The other had some of her clothes.
“Follow me,” she demanded.
Once out in the yard, she handed me the cuffs. I put them on before she looped the rope through the rings on my cuffs and threw the other end over a branch of a big fir tree. She pulled on the rope, drawing my arms up high over my head.
“Up on your tip toes, slave, and turn around facing the tree.”
She pulled harder and then tied the rope to a lower branch behind the tree.
“I’m going in and have some more wine while you hang out here. I’ll be back in a while.”
By the time she returned, the rope had stretched a bit allowing me to stand with my feet flat on the ground.
“This definitely won’t do,” she insisted.
She went to the woodshed and returned with a block of wood about six inches thick. She made me stand up on it while she shortened the rope. When she made step down, my toes just made contact with the dirt. Then she took a shorter thinner rope and twisted it around her fingers. Carefully she ran about half of it through one of the bars on my chastity cage and tied it around the tree.
“That will keep you where I want you. While on your computer the other day, I found a list of all your likes and dislikes. One of the things you wanted to experience is a flogging. Do you know what a flogging is and how much it will hurt?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Well, after this afternoon, you can cross that one off your list. Now, I doubt if anyone else is around, but I’m still going to gag you so you don’t wake the neighbors with your screams, just in case.”
She pulled the ball gag deep in my mouth behind my teeth and buckled it tight. Then she put a thick cloth bag over my head and tied it around my throat.
“That’s to keep your face from hurting the tree if you jump around too much,” she said with a little chuckle. “I’m getting more wine, so be patient.”
About five minutes passed before I heard her behind me. There was a subtle swish in the air and then excruciating pain as the braided strands of her new cat separated, striking my upper back. Nine tails of her whip hit my flesh, leaving nine red, pain-filled streaks.
‘M – m – m –m….”
“Is that what you expected?”
I nodded my head just before the next blow. The tails spread wide, leaving nine more red marks across my shoulders. I moaned again and heard her laugh.
She struck me three more times before taking a break. As each lash of her evil cat struck me, I tugged and pulled on the rope, trying to escape. But it did no good. The one on my balls kept me right where she wanted me.
Then she started in again giving me another five. With these she had changed positions, swinging the whip with her other hand from the opposite side. It was far more painful than I had imagined, but it could have been far worse. I knew she wasn’t hitting me that hard.
A true flogging with a cat ‘o nine tails is a horrible experience. It was commonly used as punishment throughout history. People were flogged before crucifixion by the early Romans. They use a scourge instead of a cat. The scourge had small pieces of metal or jagged bone woven into the tails of the whip to cut and rip pieces of flesh from the body of the victim. What Margo did was bad enough.
In more modern times flogging was commonly used by the military. Sailors were flogged and then salt water was poured into their wounds. In the army flogging was done to soldiers who violated the military code. They were fastened by their wrists to the whipping post and beaten with a cat sometimes hundreds of times.
That was different than my flogging. I was whipped with the cat by a woman. Now I don’t mean to imply that a woman couldn’t have caused f
ar more pain and even draw blood over my entire back and shoulders. Today’s flogging was not done to torture me. At one time a soldier could have been sentenced to receive 600 lashes according to military law. My Mistress gave me just ten before going in for another glass of wine.
“Do you want more, slave?” she asked when she returned.
“I shook my head back and forth.”
“But I was just getting warmed up. I only started getting that lustful little tingle in my pussy. Don’t you want me to get off by flogging you some more and giving you more pain?”
Sure I wanted to please her, but I wasn’t sure how much more that I could take.
“Well, do you want to please me, slut? Don’t you want me to get the satisfaction that I desire?”
I nodded my head up and down, as she smiled. I have no idea why, knowing how much it was going to hurt. But, I wanted her to be happy. I wanted to make sure she’d continue to be my Mistress. If my pain makes her happy and horny, I have no right to deny her that pleasure.
Finally I nodded my head up and down, agreeing with her and submitting myself to even more pain.
The lashes that followed were harder than the previous ones. She took her time. There seemed to be no hurry. Every lash of the nine-tailed cat brought new muffled screams of pain, as she left deep streaks of red and dozens of darkening welts across my back. Yet she continued, first from one side than the other. Finally after twenty more painful strokes, she paused.
“Had enough?”
I nodded in the affirmative.
“So have I, slave. So have I. Now all I need to do is release you and have you satisfy the lust that your pain has created. I need you to bring me.”
Before long I was on my knees eagerly worshiping her beautiful womanhood right there on the picnic table. I love licking those lips and tongue fucking her honey hole, making her want it even more. My tongue probed deep inside her. I licked and sucked, but she needed more and moved just enough to let me know. Her clit was as hard as an erect cock and needed that special attention. I gave it to her. I really like to hold it with my lips and work it until she screams with delight.
Earlier in our relationship she would push me away after she climaxed once, but over the years she needs more. She wants several orgasms that come so close together that she remains in that lust created high for several minutes. It’s like a drug to her. She gets some but needs a lot more. I have learned to never stop until she can take no more. Finally she’d had enough.
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