Freedom is Slavery

by Louis Friend

  Suddenly, Mistress flicked her wrist. The gentle straps lashed out against my crotch and it felt like I’d been punched in the groin. My knees buckled. Ms. Kelly held me up, her knee against my tailbone. Mistress flicked her wrist again, slapping the flogger against the front of my pants. I cried out and she smiled.

  “Get those clothes off,” she commanded.

  Though Mistress had seen me naked before, doing it a second time wasn’t any easier, especially with Ms. Kelly present. When I hesitated Mistress raised her flogger threateningly. This quickened my pace. I got down to my underwear before I looked up, hoping she’d say, “That’s enough.” She made a small circle with her finger instead, gesturing for me to carry on. I looked to Ms. Kelly who stood with her arms crossed over her chest, a knowing smile dancing at the corners of her mouth.

  Once my bottom was bare, Ms. Kelly’s hands were on it, grabbing it, kneading it. “Oh, he’s got a sweet ass,” she said to Mistress.

  “Let’s get that ass under wraps,” Mistress replied. Turning again, I felt my shy cock spring to life as Mistress bent to retrieve something else.

  She noticed my hard on as she turned back with a roll of plastic wrap in her hands. “Oh, looks like someone’s excited,” she mocked.

  She removed the roll from the yellow box and handed it to Ms. Kelly. I felt her press the plastic against my back and heard the unique sound of cling wrap being unspooled. She passed the roll to Mistress who brought it around front of me and then back to Ms. Kelly. They worked with precision, passing it back and forth as they cocooned my entire body in the plastic.

  I had stood motionless until I realized just how immobilized I had become. I worked to move my arms and found them held fast. My legs were nearly the same. I flushed with excitement as they worked around my thighs, my hard cock pressing against the plastic. I had delusions of it being so hard as to break through its restraints.

  Mistress retrieved a roll of duct tape and used it in strategic areas—my elbows, my wrists, my knees—everywhere I might bend. Once she was done I stood teetering until she pushed me over with one finger.

  I fell to the floor, my head landing on a well-placed pillow. I heard the heart-stopping sound of heavy metal scissors being opened and closed and looked up to see Mistress brandishing them fiendishly. She fell to her knees and I felt the cold blade through the plastic, pressing at my thigh. There was a little bit of pressure before the blade slid through the plastic, cool air hitting my already hot skin as Mistress cut away the plastic around my cock.

  Handing the scissors to Ms. Kelly, Mistress slid herself up my body with ease, sliding over the plastic and coming to rest with her bare pussy mere inches from my face.

  It was slightly difficult to breathe with her legs on either side of my head but it was worth it. I was given the privilege of returning her gaze as she looked down at me, confidently.

  She had paid little mind to my cock after she freed it from the wrap, merely laughing when she saw it spring forth after unleashing it and commenting on how pathetic and small it was.

  I could only hear her, at first, until she trailed the nine leather straps along her tender thighs. My jerking and jumping from the blow only seemed to amuse her. She chuckled a bit at my misery before caressing my forehead and calming me.

  “There, there. That’s a good little pussy boy. You do want to take another for me, don’t you?”

  Of course I did. I wanted to do anything for these women. I was theirs. I belonged to them.

  “Please, Mistress. May I have another?” I asked.

  She nodded and before I could even discern that time had passed another blow landed upon me. And then another. And a third. Each making my body jump with the stinging pain. My breath came in pants, which seemed to intensify her wonderful scent.

  “What do you say, slut?” she asked, her eyes locked onto mine.

  “Thank You, Mistress. Thank you for the pain.”

  “Do you like being here?

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Do you like pussy?”

  “Yes, Mistress!”

  “What do you like about it?”

  “Everything, Mistress. The sight, the smell, the taste, the feel. It appeals to all of my senses.”

  “You’re probably hoping that I scoot myself up just a few inches and let you taste me. Is that true?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “That’s not going to happen. A little bitch like you isn’t good enough to eat my pussy. You’re not good enough for my pussy. You’re barely good enough for my ass. If you’re a good bitch tonight, perhaps I’ll let you lick my ass.”

  “Thank You, Mistress.”

  “I bet this is a strange position for you, isn’t it? Being between a woman’s legs. We both know you’re a little faggot, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

  I hesitated in answering. I’d been called a “fag” by my friends in a joking manner but never like this. Never in a way that meant it. Her flogger prompted a response, “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Tell me, bitch, how many cocks have you had in your mouth?”

  “None, Mistress.”

  “No? Oh, that’s a shame. There’s nothing I like better than seeing a sissy like you sucking cock. There’s just something nice to see a faggot get in touch with their inner cocksucker. You really must try it, dear.”

  Without realizing it, Ms. Kelly had donned a strap-on dildo. She kneeled next to me on the floor where I laid helpless, her rubber cock waving in the air. Though not flesh and blood, I knew that it would give her and Mistress pleasure to see me suck it as if it were. Mistress rose off of me and pushed me over to the side of the ottoman so that Ms. Kelly could use her strap-on on my face. She teased me with it, rubbing it across my face, my mouth waiting in anticipation.

  She laughed. “Look at how this faggot wants my cock. Look how he’s trying to get it into his mouth. He can’t live without it.”

  “You keep his face, I want to fuck this faggot’s little pussy,” said Mistress.

  After some rearranging and some more use of the scissors, I found myself on my elbows and knees between the legs of Ms. Kelly, sucking her strap on while Mistress inserted her own strap-on into my now exposed ass.

  I felt like a pig on a spit, a cock in my mouth and one in my ass, both being worn by beautiful women. Both of them telling me how ridiculous I looked, taking cock like the whore I am. I hoped that Mistress could find the sweet spot on herself where she could get pleasure from fucking me—physically as well as mentally.

  Soon, I began to hear her breathing change and knew that, indeed, she was getting off on her thrusts. I tried to meet her pelvis with my ass with each deep plunge. I only live to give pleasure and being used in this way was incredibly fulfilling.

  I continued to work on Ms. Kelly’s cock but knew that she was watching Mistress, seeing her face flush with pleasure as she moved closer to orgasm.

  I can’t even begin to describe the warmth that flowed through me as I felt Mistress shudder and cross over the brink, cumming while fucking me. She plunged deeper, deeper, into me and I welcomed her and the pleasure/pain. She seemed to cum forever before slowing her thrusts and eventually pulling out of me, leaving me missing the feel of her cock.

  I was disappointed to be empty for only a brief moment for soon Mistress decided that I should have the reward she had mentioned.

  Ms. Kelly moved to my side, gently caressing my exposed flesh while Mistress moved in front of me, raising her skirt and lowering her panties to expose her lovely bottom to me. “Eat my ass, bitch. Put your tongue inside my asshole and taste me.”

  I licked and tongued her ass as best I could, dreaming that it was her pussy and getting off on it every second. I only did it with more vigor after Ms. Kelly decided to “motivate” me by placing a finger inside of my own ass, fucking me with her finger while I “fucked” Mistress’s ass with my tongue. She allowed me to do this for a good long while before she simply uttered, “Stop.”

  I backed
away and waited patiently for my next command.

  Part 3

  “Has it been a month already?” she asked; her hand on the open door.

  She was dressed as she had been last time; white blouse, black skirt, glasses. If I had to choose one word to describe her, it would have been “commanding.” It might have been the glare in her eye or the way her other hand was placed on her hip. More likely, it was her tone of voice and the way she managed to look down on me, despite her being a few inches shorter.

  “Yes, Mistress,” I stammered, still getting used to the term.

  In the mornings she was my English teacher. She never communicated with me outside of class save for note paper clipped to my homework. A cipher, it took me a few hours to work out the words: “same place, same time.”

  “You may enter,” she said.

  Once I was in the vestibule she told me to strip completely. I still felt incredibly embarrassed, removing my clothes in front of my teacher. She had me kneel, deeply, and kiss the top of her shoe as a sign of submission to her.

  She walked around and stood behind me. I could sense her behind me and it excited me even more. If I listened hard enough, I thought that I could hear her breathe. Without warning, she plunged me into darkness as a blindfold was placed over my eyes and secured tightly. Then I felt what I could only imagine to be her shoe on my mid-back.

  “Down,” she said. Now on all fours, she had me crawl forward, trusting that she wouldn’t run me into any furniture. “Stop.”

  I stopped and kneeled again for her. I could hear her move around in front of me. From what I could discern, she sat down. And then the questions began.

  “Have you thought about me since the last time we were together?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Have you masturbated while thinking of me?”

  “No, Mistress.”

  “You haven’t?”

  “No, Mistress. You told me that I couldn’t.”

  “What did you think of while you jerked that pathetic prick?”

  “Cocks, Mistress.”

  “Oh? Any cocks in particular?”

  “You told me to think of the cocks of the boys in my classes, Mistress.”

  “And you did? Good boy. Did it make you hungry for cock, slut?”

  I paused. I didn’t want to admit that the seed she planted had taken root. She stood there, waiting. The silence surrounding me, made me squirm.

  Finally I admitted, “A bit, Mistress.”

  “Only a bit? Did you think about sucking a cock for me? Coming over here and showing me how well you can service a cock? You know that you’re not good enough for pussy. Perhaps you’re good enough to suck a cock like a little whore.”

  “When I thought about sucking cock for you, Mistress, it made me hungry for it.”

  “Of course it did, slut. And your girlfriend? Did she break up with you as I predicted?”

  “Yes, Mistress. She dumped me about a week after we last saw each other.”

  “Did she find out what a sissy slut you are?”

  “I’m not sure, Mistress. She just said that she couldn’t see me any more.”

  “I’m sure that I helped out with that one. Some of the pictures I took of you turned out beautifully.”

  I sat in stunned silence. I had had a feeling that something like that had occurred but couldn’t be sure. I also couldn’t be sorry as I knew that Mistress was doing what was best for me. I felt that she could see inside of me and was bringing out the creature that lived within, a beast that she saw but that remained hidden to me until she unleashed it.

  She let the implications sink in before adding, “I’ll have plenty of other good photos after today, I’m sure. I’m going to introduce you to your new girlfriend today.” Standing up, she removed my blindfold. After adjusting my eyes to the low candlelight, I heard her say, “Say hello to Stephanie.”

  Before me sat a lovely young woman with curly blonde hair and a sweet smile.

  “Hello,” I said, my voice shaking. I felt even more self conscious than before.

  “Get up, sit next to Stephanie, and hold her hand… There, that’s a lovely couple. I want to see you two kiss now.” Like young lovers on a first date, we leaned into each other with trepidation and our lips met. Mistress sat across from us, watching, critiquing, and advising. “Very good, now put your hand on her back. That’s right. Pull him closer, Stephanie. Now, kiss her deeper. I want your tongues traveling over each other.”

  I was getting very aroused and Mistress made note of it. “I want you to see why Stephanie is such a perfect girl for you. Get back on your knees between her legs. Stephanie, pull up your skirt. Now, pull down your panties.”

  There before me hung Stephanie’s long, erect, cock.

  “There it is, slut. There’s what you’ve be dreaming of. Doesn’t it look good? Doesn’t it make your mouth water?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Mistress laughed. “I thought it would. Kiss it for me.”

  I leaned forward and kissed the head of Stephanie’s cock.

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes, please, Mistress.”

  “Lick it. Lick from the head of it down to the base.” I took the tip of my tongue and ran it down the vein on the underside of the cock. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure, feeling the hardness of it under my tongue.

  “Very good. More?”

  “Yes, please, Mistress.”

  “Take the head of it in your mouth and just hold it there. Move your tongue around it, get used to the feel of it.”

  I slid my lips around the head and tongued the opening. I loved the feel of it. I loved the taste. I loved knowing that I was doing this for her.

  “Isn’t that a pretty sight? Is he doing well, Stephanie?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” said Stephanie demurely.

  “Would you like him to suck you more?”

  “Yes, please, Mistress.”

  “You heard the lady, slut. Take more of her into your mouth. Lips and tongue only, no teeth.”

  I slid my mouth along the length of Stephanie’s sex, taking her deeper. I felt her harden as she went deeper into my mouth. I ran my tongue all along her length, feeling her warmth on my lips. Down and down I went.

  Once I managed to get the entire length in my mouth I heard Mistress tell me, “Just hold it there. Get used to it. Get used to the feeling of a cock in your mouth, slut. This won’t be an isolated incident. You’re going to have quite a few cocks in you as long as you continue to serve me. Cocksucking will become second nature to you. Feel it pulse. Feel it get harder. Feel her wanting to pull out of your mouth so she can push back in. She’s going to fuck your mouth, bitch. Do you understand that? Your mouth is just a hole for her to use. It’s a hole to cum in. You’re here only for our pleasure, that’s it. You’re a fucktoy. Are you ready to be fucked? Are you ready to feel how it is to really suck a cock?”

  I could only say, “Mmm Hmm.”

  With that, Mistress nodded to Stephanie who proceeded to pull herself out of my mouth before plunging back in. Mistress stood behind me, holding my head, while Stephanie began fucking my mouth. She would plunge herself all the way deep and hold herself there while I began to choke before pulling out and letting me breathe a bit. Then, she’d push herself back in.

  Soon I found her pumping in and out quickly, my head resting against Mistress as Stephanie fucked my mouth. It felt like she was getting even bigger as she became more aroused.

  All the while, I could hear Mistress encouraging Stephanie, “Yes, fuck him harder. Give him his first taste of cum. I want him to drink you. You’re such a good girl.”

  It was a little while later when I heard Stephanie breathlessly ask permission to cum. Upon approval from Mistress, I began to taste the salty tang of cum on my tongue while feeling Stephanie’s sex pumping it deep into my gullet. The warm liquid filled me and I had to swallow several times to keep from choking on it.

  As my throat wor
ked to get it all down I heard Mistress say, “That’s right, slut. Guzzle it all, you cumsucker.”

  After Stephanie was drained, Mistress had me stand. I stood in front of Stephanie and was told to place my cock between Stephanie’s legs. When they were very close together, I found Mistress binding me and Stephanie together. Knees, elbows, shoulders, and waists were all secured by tight rope. Each time we adjusted, I felt my cock rubbing between Stephanie’s thighs. Soon they were bound completely. Mistress then blindfolded us.

  I heard her walking around us. I heard the rattle of chains. And, before I knew it, I heard the singing sail of a paddle. It landed on Stephanie, causing her to jump. Her pain quickly became my pleasure as my cock rubbed between her legs again. Another blow found my rump, stinging me. Blows landed on me and Stephanie randomly.

  Just when I thought I would feel the paddle again, I would hear it land on Stephanie. Mistress switched from paddle to flogger to a thin stick that acted like a cane. The pain was excruciating at times but it felt like Stephanie was taking twice as much with ease. At one point I even felt her cock begin to unfurl against my belly with excitement.

  Eventually, Mistress put down her implements of pain and brought out a few of pleasure. She stroked their skin with feathers and fur. She cooed praise, telling us that we were good for taking so much pain and for serving her so well, knowing that it must be tough for sluts such like us to be obedient and to think with something other than their sexual organs.

  A snap of rubber and the click of a cap were soon followed with the chill of a lubricant being applied to our behinds—first one and then the other. Exercising her power further, Mistress began to explore our asses with her glove-covered fingers. She pushed in and out in rhythm. Stephanie and I pushed together deliciously, each being turned on more and more as we were opened and penetrated.

  Deeper and deeper Mistress went, inserting more fingers, opening up her playthings further. Soon she loosened our bonds and had Stephanie lay on a bed. Mistress wrapped a condom over my still-erect cock and lubed it up. “Go to her, slut. You may take her…. While I take you.”

  Stephanie, on her back with legs now in the air, was open for my cock. After I carefully penetrated her, I felt Mistress join us on the bed and I felt myself being opened again. And this time I knew that it was her strap-on cock that was finding its way inside of me, rather than her fingers.