by Audra Black
His erection grew so hard, energy rising and boiling up to his groin. He had never in his life felt this aroused. Mistress Sadie was a most powerful goddess with beautiful magical feet. He felt himself starting to fall in love with her.
He tensed at the stroke of her crop on his dick, she wasn’t hitting him this time though, she was gently stroking him, causing ripples of intense pleasure. He felt the pressure of an orgasm building, but he remembered he felt desperate to cum and said, “If you keep doing that, Mistress, I’m going to cum.”
This made her stop abruptly. “You sure are a chatty slut. But if you want to talk so badly, why aren’t you telling me what I want to know? Perhaps this will help.”
Before he knew quite how it happened she’d grabbed a large, pink dildo from her bag and was shoving it down his throat. She shoved it so far in, he choked and couldn’t breathe. Then she released it partway, then slid it down inside him again. It was like having a huge cock in his mouth. It was uncomfortable and it hurt like hell, stretching his cheeks, but he found he didn’t mind so much.
Mistress Sadie was capable of causing him massive pain and massive pleasure, and the pleasure -the pleasure outweighed the pain, he decided. In fact, the pleasure was so strong that he could still feel it even while gagging, choking and on the edge of vomiting. He had never felt this way with any woman before, certainly not with Claire.
When she finally fully removed the dildo from his mouth he lay there gasping and coughing and wanting to answer her question. But if he did she would leave and he didn’t want her to ever leave him.
“My, my, you’ve made this dildo so very nice and wet,” Sadie said. “It is so lubed up that it will now slip perfectly in your ass. But I won’t do it unless you tell me how much money you have in your checking account.”
Justin was confused. She was threatening him with non-torture now? Maybe she knew. Could she sense the love in his eyes, in his dick? Was she inside his head somehow? Or did all the men she’d done this for inevitably respond in the same manner? Did they all fall in love with her? How could they not?
Then the torture started again. With her spare hand she reached into his crotch and grabbed his balls. Then she started to squeeze – hard. “I wonder if I can make these pop, if I squeeze hard enough? Shall I try? It’s your choice, give me the figure and you get a nice dildo up your ass. Don’t and I rip your balls off.”
The pain was intense, she had an iron grip. It made him wince, hardly able to breathe let alone speak. Fearful she was going to do him some real damage he gasped, “I have $180,000 in my checking account, right now.”
She released his balls smiling, “I was hoping for more, but that amount could pay for a new pair of shoes, maybe a new phone to pay for that one of yours I accidentally stepped on. “
“I’m sorry I don’t have more to give you, Mistress,” Justin said, actually feeling bad and considering sharing the figure in his savings account, as well.
“I’m sure you’ll make more,” Sadie said. “Now give me the pin for your debit card, so that I may use your account, as I see fit.”
Justin hesitated. This, too, was part of the game, he had promised her whatever money she got out of him, and of course once she’d drained it he could always change the pin or open up a new account somewhere else. But it wasn’t the money he was hesitating over, it was the future.
Once she had his money, what then? What would become of him? No, it was too soon. “I can’t give that to you, Mistress. I’m sorry,” he said firmly.
“Oh, you will be sorry because I am going to give you the ass fucking of your life. Prepare yourself.”
And she pushed that wet dildo right inside his hole. He cried out in pain, at first, but then amazingly his anus began to grow, or at least that is what it felt like, and the pain subsided some. With his hands and ankles still bound to the bed he couldn’t brace himself and his entire body shook with each thrust in and out.
It was amazing what his lady could do with her tools though, and he began to feel sensations of a familiar kind, but deeper and more intense. Butt sex was something he had never been brave enough to try before, and what with Claire, already thinking he was gay, he certainly couldn’t share his curiosity.
The pleasure kept building and building like a volcano filling with lava. She was milking his prostate and he was going to erupt very soon, but he couldn’t not without Mistress Sadie’s permission. Did he dare ask again? He wasn’t concerned about the consequences this time, he just wanted to please her. If he had any hope of their relationship continuing he needed to please her in every way.
“I am going to thrust in and out once more and then I will allow you to cum. This is the one and only time I’ll allow you to do this, so make it count.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress,” he cried.
Sadie thrust in once more, as deep as she could get, then she pulled out completely commanding, “Come, my pet.”
And come he did, exploding all over the wonderful, terrifying Sadie and her brilliant hands.
Sadie looked down at herself and shook her head, “You filthy bugger. Look what a mess you made? And you know what’s worse?”
Justin shook his head, wide-eyed, sore, and tingly. “I don’t know what, Mistress.”
“Once a man has cum all over me I am required to take him on as my permanent pet.”
“What do you mean, Mistress?” Justin asked, scarcely able to hope she meant what he thought she meant.
“I mean, bitch, that even after I rip those precious pin numbers from your lips I cannot let you go. Your cum is on me, I am now required to teach you and discipline you and control you, forever.”
Justin didn’t remember that being in the contract, but he didn’t care. He wanted this, wanted it more than he’d wanted anything else in his entire life.
“Mistress, my pin number is ****,” he said excitedly. “Taking on faith that giving her this information would be the same as signing on the dotted line of a brand new contract.
Sadie smiled and stroked his cheek. “We are going to have so much fun together.” She stood, “I am going to untie you, but first a little training device.”
Justin watched her remove what looked like a very scary looking metal ring with spikes on the inside.
She sank down on the bed beside his crotch and began stroking it gently. “You were very naughty the way you came all over me, and all over this bed. You’re going to have a huge mess to clean up, but before I let you do that, I am going to place this ring, with teeth inside it, around your cock, and I will lock it in place. It’s called a Kali’s teeth bracelet and it should stop you from making a mess again. Wearing this, you will not be able to cum again and get me or this room any dirtier. You will wear it all the time from now on. I will only remove it when you’ve been VERY good, and I’m in a very good mood. You are never going to cum again without my permission. Do you understand?”
Justin gulped. That thing looked extremely painful, and to have to wear it all the time, possibly for the rest of his life? This was madness, he would be a shameful fool to even consider it. He knew that if he refused the device she would leave him and he would never get a chance to watch her trample his stuff, perhaps trample him. He would lose all of the pleasures of her domination and her understanding, for she truly seemed to understand him. Better than anyone he knew.
Of course, he couldn’t say no to her. “Mistress, my cock is yours to do with whatever you want.”
She grinned evilly, “It is mine. All of you belongs to me now.” And she clamped that nasty ring around his cock, then locked it into place with a little padlock. As she leaned over he saw a tiny key dangling around her neck on slender chain – teasing him.
He expected it to hurt immediately, but it didn’t.
“It will only be painful when you’re aroused,” she explained. Then she uncuffed his wrists and ankles from the bed. They were numb, at first and he couldn’t move them.
“Here, let me he he
lp you,” and she began to rub her hands up and down his wrists. Her touch felt so good, and then his balls began to twinge like they were being stabbed by glass.
He couldn’t help crying out, “Fuck!”
“See, whenever you get aroused it will do that. Isn’t it marvelous?” And she grabbed his ankles to begin rubbing feeling back into them, as well.
Justin tried very hard to not be aroused by this, but his penis was shouting, a beautiful woman is touching your feet. How can you not be aroused by that? And he was, and damn fucking hell, did it hurt.
“Your next duty is to clean off this bedspread with your tongue. I want every spec of cum to disappear. I don’t know how you expect me to sleep on such a filthy bed?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I’ll clean it up right away.” The painful rubbing had done their job and he was able to manipulate his body well enough to bend down and start licking up all the dribbles and drops of cum.
He had never tasted his cum before, but it appeared to taste of salt, sweat, and bed linen. It was a tedious job and soon his tongue was aching, but he ate up every drip.
Sadie viewed his work critically. “Good job, pet. I think you’re going to be useful to me.”
And for some reason, he swelled with pride. Being useful. If he was honest with himself, that was all he’d truly ever wanted from a relationship. He wanted to be helpful and needed. He’d thought he wanted appreciation, but perhaps being useful was good enough.
“I have one more present for you, a symbol of our new relationship, if you will, but before I give it to you, I need to cum. I can’t very well enter into a new contract with you, if I let you cum, and I don’t let me do the same.” She scooted herself onto the pillows and spread her legs for him, so he could see and have access to her pussy.
He gasped as sharp pain pricked his cock once more. It was the oddest sensation, his hard cock, firing off pleasure bolts, then searing him with fire.
“Rub my clit counter-clockwise with your forefinger and thumb,” Sadie ordered.
She had a large beautiful clit, peeking out from her hood. He lifted the hood and was able to get a firm, but gentle grip. He was gasping heavily, finding it difficult to breathe through the arousal and pain. She was neatly shaved and as one hand began to rub her clitoris, he used his other to stroke her delectable mound.
He hadn't been this close to a woman in 15 months, and being able to touch Mistress Sadie like this felt like the world’s highest honor. The world’s most painful honor, also. He shuddered often, sometimes feeling close to blacking out as he rubbed and he rubbed his perfect goddess's pussy.
Mistress Sadie was groaning with pleasure, as she got wetter and wetter. And Justin groaned right along with her, although his groans were more like shrieks.
“Lick me now,” Sadie commanded him. “I need your mouth on my pussy.”
In that moment a higher pleasure, one that wasn’t physical, but emotional filled him, the hunger in her voice, the sound of lust and need felt so exquisitely perfect. Like his soul had finally been filled. His cock was being tortured mercilessly by the KTB, but he didn’t care any longer. He had one mission, and one mission only - to please his goddess and to give her what she needed. The pain, as horrible as it was, was only about him, and he had been placed on this earth to serve his mistress.
And so he licked her pussy. He licked her and sucked her and indulged in her sweet, sweet juices. She smelled so divinely of sweat, salt, and peaches. He felt so strong as she cried out his name and then squirted female cum all over him, before the convulsions took over her body, making her smear pussy juice all over his face.
Justin felt pleased to be able to overcome his own hideous pain to give her such ecstasy. It was strange how he could feel so good about feeling so bad. It was something unnatural, that only a divine being could give him.
Sadie just lay there for a while, looking spent, shiny, and beautiful. Justin wanted badly to curl up with her, to caress her boobs and to suckle her delectable pink nipples.
But Mistress didn’t want him to touch her anymore, and so the sharp stabbing pains helped him to resist.
“Look, what a mess you made again, slut.” Sadie said, as she rose from her afterglow. “I need you to clean it up, immediately, and when you are finished you will clean me, in the shower. “
“Thank you, Mistress,” Justin said, groaning in agony as his cock swelled with the picture of her in the shower. He sucked it up though, he sucked it all up because Mistress Sadie needed him to.
Once he was finished, Sadie said, “now for your present.” And she pulled out a shiny steel collar with a little golden nameplate hanging from it. It read: Property of Mistress Sadie, and there was a phone number on the back.
Just like a dog, Justin thought, well she did call me her pet. If that’s what she needs me to be, then I’ll be her pet.”
“Thank you, Mistress. I will wear it with honor,”
“You will wear it with obedience and loyalty,” Sadie said, as she snapped the collar in place around his neck. It too had a lock and key, so he would be unable to remove it without her permission. As she pulled her hands away, he reached up and tested it, but it was secure. He was hers and it was a strange, strange sensation. Terrifying, but somehow satisfying.
“Shower time. You may clean me with soap and a loofah. Then you may clean yourself. There will be no licking. Is that understood, my pet?”
“Yes, Mistress Sadie,” Justin said.
She held out her hand then and Justin grabbed it, leading her like the queen she was to the shower chambers.
“Turn on the water, make sure it’s not too hot or too cold. Make it lukewarm and I’ll hold your head under till you drown.”
“Yes, Mistress Sadie,” Justin said. Wondering at how such a mundane task had suddenly turned into a test of skill and valor. He turned on the shower and adjusted it precisely until it was warm enough to steam, but not hot enough to burn. He was able to tell the difference between burning water and not-burning water by comparing it to the feeling in his scrotum. He didn’t think the agony would ever end since everything Mistress Sadie did turned him on.
“Your shower is ready, Mistress Sadie,” he said, forcing his thoughts off himself and on to his Mistress.
Sadie rose from her seat on the toilet and stepped inside the steamy chamber. “Why are you still standing out there? You cannot clean me from there.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress Sadie,” Justin hurriedly followed her into the shower sliding the door shut behind him. Sadie stood under the showerhead, water running off her like a beautiful statue in a fountain.
The only way to get through this shower was to forget about himself. He would not think about the pain, he would feel it, not acknowledge it, and he would concentrate on Mistress Sadie, only.
“My loofah is hanging on the wall behind you and my preferred body wash is also behind you on the shelf. Memorize the brand, as you will be buying it for me from now on.”
“Yes, Mistress Sadie.” Justin found the long handled scrubby brush and squirted the strawberry smelling soap onto it, using his wet hands to lather it up into what reminded him of a soapy dildo.
“Begin at my back and wash me all over,” Sadie instructed. “Remember, you may only touch me with that brush.”
Justin assured her that he remembered and then he washed her. Tenderly spreading lathery soap all over her chest, breasts, stomach, thighs, pussy, and ass. He got through that part by holding his breath and thinking consciously through every single movement. If he allowed his mind to stray at all from this stroke of the loofah, now this gentle caress, now this movement here, he would have blacked out, for sure.
He lathered up her back, shoulders, and neck. When she touched his knee with her gorgeous, outstretched leg, he washed that, too. Then he did her other leg, and finished by crouching down to wash her feet. Her beautiful trampling feet.
Dizziness almost overcame him, in that moment, but he was saved by the sound of her voice
:
“Thank you, my pet. I am going to bed now. You may clean yourself now. When you are through I will show you to the chair you will be spending the night in.”
Her words barely registered as he watched her drape herself in a towel and leave the room. The moment she left, he dropped back onto his ass and leaned up against the shower wall. He just sat there for an untold length of time until the pain in his balls finally left.
He would never admit this to his Mistress, but he cried then from the relief, and wished he could stay in the shower forever. Of course, he could always ask her to remove the collar and KTB. He didn’t believe she would really force him to remain in this lifestyle if he really wanted to leave.
The pain was a nightmare, something he wasn’t sure he could survive. But could he survive without her? His life before was relatively pain-free, but empty and without purpose. He had a purpose now. He had someone who wanted him and needed him. Someone who could provide him with the utmost pleasure.
Beside that she was making him strong. She was shaping him and forming him into a stronger, better man. He had already experienced personal strength that he wouldn’t have believed he was capable of possessing. If he continued on, how much stronger would he become?
Soon he’d pulled his pinstripe trousers on and she’d sat him on an upright chair in the corner. She passed a slim chain through the chair and around his waist. Then she handcuffed his wrists together and padlocked them to the chain. Finally she took out a tiny pair of thumb cuffs. “Now keep still pet. I don’t want you playing with yourself in the night.”
She snapped the thumb cuffs on, immobilizing his hands completely. He looked up to her, “But Mistress Sadie – how am I supposed to sleep like this?”
She shrugged and gave him a warm smile and a pat on the head. “Not my problem pet. You’ll just have to do your best. Do try and get some sleep though – you have a busy day tomorrow. You can start your tomorrow off by giving me another orgasm with your tongue. Don’t get any ideas about cumming yourself though. I think six months of strict chastity will be perfect for teaching you obedience and respect. Goodnight pet.”
