Miss Elaine's Fantasy Fulfilled
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'I suppose you would like to have a look at yourself, won't you Elaine?'
Saying this, she removed the cloth and a large mirror was revealed. It could be tilted and she adjusted it until he had a total view of himself. It was an appalling and at the same time exciting sight. A lingerie clad girl cuffed helplessly to spreader bars on a chain, a pair of nipple clamps dangling from her breasts and a steel chastity tube jutting from her crotch.
'You could have stepped straight out of a she-male movie, Elaine' she said as she walked over to the wall and pushed a button for a moment. He shouted 'No Mistress, no!' when the chain lifted him slightly higher, leaving only his toes touching the ground. She said 'I told you to stop that noise!' and within seconds she had gagged him and firmly secured the strap behind his head.
Then something totally unexpected happened. She grabbed the steel tube and pushed a key in the lock. The straps popped away and the infernal tube fell to the floor with a loud clang. His cock popped up, stiff and hard after almost a week's imprisonment. She contemptuously kicked the tube into a corner. Then she picked up a short whip from a table and he looked at her with frightened eyes as she smiled and said 'and now, my little Elaine, you're going to dance!'
She gave him a firm push and he swung forward on the chain, his feet leaving the ground. Swinging back helplessly, he frantically pressed the toes of his pumps to the floor but could not stop the movement. As he came swinging back to her she lashed out and gave his bare bottom a stinging blow with the whip. She gave him another shove and he swung forward, kicking his legs frantically. Laughing she waited for him to swing back and smacked his bottom again.
And so it went on, backwards and forwards, a shove and a smack, a shove and a smack. Then she gave him a shove that sent him whirling around on the chain and he desperately tried to stop turning, scratching the floor with the toes of his high heeled shoes. And at each turn he saw himself in the mirror, a suspended slave with a rock hard erection, helplessly suspended and spanked, desperately dancing in high heeled shoes to get a grip on the ground...
When his buttocks were sore from her spanking she stopped the motion by lowering the chain. He finally got his feet firmly on the ground and she removed the bars, but before he could do anything she cuffed his wrists together behind his back. After closing cuffs around his ankles she attached a leash to leather collar around his neck and walked off. He stumbled after her; the ankle cuffs making him totter in his high heels. They came to a settee she had placed in front of a mirror. There she forced him down on his knees and locked his wrist cuffs to his ankles. She pulled the ballgag out of his mouth and dangled around his neck. Then she sat down and raised her leg, pushing the spiked heeled boot into his face.
‘Lick it!’ she commanded 'Lick it!'
He bowed his head and licked the shining surface, first one and then the other boot, until his mouth was dry and his tongue felt raw.
'Suck the heel!'
His lips closed around the spiked heel and he took it in his mouth, all the way up to the bottom of the boot. He moved his lips up and down and the hard, nasty spike went deep in his throat.
Leaning backwards she spread her legs, revealing the open crotch of the corset.
'Lick the inside of my leg! She commanded and his tongue slithered upwards along the inside of the latex legging. He licked higher and higher until his arms pulled the chain to the ankle cuffs taut.
'Come on, higher!' she said.
Desperately he shuffled forward on his knees, licking the inside of her crotch until his face nearly touched her wet snatch. He smelt the odours of an excited pussy, piss and female juices, for the first time in his life and his erection grew harder and harder. She firmly grabbed his head and pushed it into her crotch. His tongue slid from the edge of the latex legging across the soft, white skin of her thigh to her pussy lips. When his tongue touched her clit she arched her back and swung her legs over his shoulders, crossing them behind his head. She pressed it hard against her pussy, almost smothering him. And while he licked and licked she moved her hips up and down shouting 'Yes! Lick me! Yes!' until she came in a shuddering orgasm.
She took him back to the chain. This time she hooked it to the wrist cuffs behind his back and raised them slowly until he stood bent forward, his arms stretched upwards behind him. She fit the spreader bar between his ankles she closed her gloved hand on his rock-hard cock and whispered 'It's time for your defloration, Elaine'
'Yes Mistress' he replied, his breath coming in gasps as he cast frightened glances at the nasty looking black strap-on dildo she girded around her loins.
'You are such a horny girl, aren't you Elaine?' she said as she slowly started to move her hand up and down, up and down his cock. He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the wonderful feeling. Then, suddenly, something hard and cold was brusquely pushed up his anus and he cried out in pain and fright. Ignoring his cries, she forced the strap-on dildo deep into his anus. And then she fucked him hard, whispering 'this is how you get deflowered Elaine, a hard cock deep inside your lovely bum. Oh, I know you love it... ‘
Her hand was tight around his cock while she banged the strap-on dildo far up his ass. She turned him a bit and suddenly he could see them both in the mirror, he in his blue basque and black stockings, she clad in latex, fucking him hard and wanking his cock.
He was totally in her power now. Hanging forward from the chain and swaying on his high heels, he started to move his hips to the rhythm of her fucking.
'Do you want to come, Elaine?' she whispered.
'Yes Mistress.'
Her hand closed somewhat tighter around his cock and she moved her hips a bit faster. He gasped and frantically moved backwards and forwards in time to her fucking, his cock burning in the firm grip of her latex gloved hand. Suddenly he groaned loudly and a jet of sperm spurted out of his cock
Still feeling dazed, he sat on the settee while Mrs Monica removed the breast forms from his chest. He looked up when she said 'Your punishment is now complete so I'll unlock your cuffs. Then I will put you out in the hall where you can put on your secretary clothes. But remember one thing.'
'What is that mistress?'
'I was asked to punish you, Elaine.'
'Why, Mistress?'
'You don't know why? You had that punishment coming a long time, Elaine. Now leave this house, but don’t forget to read the message on the dresser before you go' she said as she shoved him out into the cold hall, locking the door behind him.
He wearily dressed in his blouse and skirt again, stumbling around on his high heels. While adjusting his wig in the mirror over the dresser he saw a plain white envelope with 'Elaine' written on it. Unable restrain himself he ripped it open. It contained a single handwritten note that said:
'I have instructed Mrs Monica to punish you for all those years at home where you have soiled my nice lingerie and ruined my nylons!'
Your Mother!
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Alcazar is a widely travelled author who currently lives in Europe. Working as an international consultant, he translates complex technical subjects into everyday language. He is the author of several professional books and a large number of articles.
Over the past few years he has applied his writing skills to bondage and BDSM stories. Alcazar's life-long interest and active participation in BDSM gives his stories a real authentic feeling. They are all written against the backdrop of countries and cities in different parts of the world. He also has a fondness for letting his stories end with a wickedly unexpected twist...
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far Alcazar has published a number of short BDSM stories. A full length BDSM novel is 'under construction' and will soon be published at Smashwords.
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Rent-a-Maid and other BDSM stories (ISBN: 9781311120816)
Aunt Claire opened her little black book and after turning over a few pages, she said in a harsh voice ‘Maid L, you will be punished for the following misdemeanours: for breaking a glass: 2 demerits; being late in answering the bell: 3 demerits; staining your dress with grease because you did not wear an apron: 5 demerits. Total: 10 demerits. Any excuses?’
Linda looked at Mike with pleading eyes while she dejectedly shook her head.
Aunt Claire said harshly ‘the punishment for 10 demerits is ten lashes while dancing in ballet boots! Now take off your dress!’
Aunt Claire took off her kimono and Mike felt his cock stiffen at the sight of the older woman. She was wearing a gleaming and wicked looking black leather harness. Its belts were pulled tight around her body, short leather cups firmly pushing up her ample breasts. A narrow leather thong covered her clearly visible cunt and her legs were circled by the tops of her fishnet stockings. She looked absolutely dominating and erotically challenging.
Dangling a pair of wide leather cuffs from her hand, she slowly pushed shoved Linda to the middle of the room. And there she stood, tottering on a pair of ballet boots with 9 inch heels, nude but for her corselet, garters and stockings. The loops of the chastity belt gleamed dully between her legs.
With a few deft movements the older woman locked the cuffs around Linda’s wrists and, turning the girls’ arms high up behind her back, hooked them up to the steel collar. A gleaming steel chain from the ceiling was fastened to a D-ring on the back of Linda’s collar.
‘Now for the dance’ she smirked as she tied a short piece of half-inch nylon cord to the spiked heel of Linda’s left ballet boot. She ran the cord through the front D-Ring of Linda’s collar and the short piece of rope to the heel of the ballet boot. Linda now stood wobbling on one foot.
‘Dance!’ she said sharply as she stepped back, patting the palm of her left hand with a spanker.
Linda desperately tried to keep her balance but after a few moments her leg started trembling and she tried to put her other foot down. The rope snapped tight and she stood tottering, unable to get both feet on the ground. She could not bend her knees as the chain from the ceiling held her upright. Finally, moaning with despair, she hopped up. Two feet were off the ground, the cord shot through the D-ring and she landed on her other foot. And while Linda hopped up, the spanker slapped the girl’s bottom with a resounding smack. Finally, moaning with despair, she hopped up and when she switched feet the cord shot through the D-ring. But before she landed on her other foot, Aunt Claire swung the spanker and hit the girl’s bottom with a resounding smack.
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