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by Audra Black

  “Now that you are a man again, let’s move on to our final activity for the day. Mistress Lita untied him from the fence and led him at a leisurely pace to the long corner table with the wrist and ankle cuffs. Greg dutifully climbed up on it and allowed his wrists and ankles to be shackled to the table. At least these cuffs were softer and more comfortable and his arms were above his head again, not behind his back. It was a different kind of bondage, at least.

  “I am now going to reward you for with a great honor,” she said, “I’m going to allow you to worship me with your tongue while I sit on your face. But first, we need to take care of your little buddy down there.”

  “Yes, Mistress, Thank You, Mistress,” he replied, wondering excitedly and nervously what she meant by that last past. Behind the table there was small shelf that was attached to the wall. Mistress Lita reached up to the shelf and brought down a small white candle that had been burning for quite some time.

  “I am going to unchain your cock so that you may orgasm, but before I do that I’m going to pour this melted candle wax onto your penis and balls.”

  “Yes, Mistress, Thank You, Mistress,” was all he could manage to say. He had always fantasized about having hot molten wax dropped onto his private parts but he’d always been too chicken to do it himself and the only girlfriend he’d ever felt comfortable asking refused to do it.

  He found himself trembling and pulling on his bindings uncontrollably as he waited for the magic to happen.

  “Fuuuuuuuuck,” he exclaimed as the first drips of burning wax fell onto his balls.

  Mistress Lita smiled at his pain and dripped more of it. All he could do was scream that time. It was such an exquisite sort of pain, a fiery flash that was almost more than the signals in his brain could interpret.

  “I’m counting one as I stick the key in your chain’s lock. I’m counting two as I turn it. On the count of three, I will remove it and you will orgasm on my command. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress, I understand,” he said, knowing this would be easy since all it would was the chain’s removal before he would likely explode all over the damn dungeon.

  “All right then, two,” and she turned the key, “three,” and she removed the chain. “Go!”

  And that was all it took, his entire body violently convulsed with the sudden release of the unbearable pressure the chain was holding in. He felt a tsunami of pleasure and cum erupt out of him like one of those sudden mountain slides, where one moment the mountain is up where it’s supposed to be and the next its lying in the middle of the highway.

  His extremely delayed orgasms was like that. He went from overbearingly full to empty from 0 to 60. It happened so quickly and so forcefully that he didn’t have time to even cry out. It was the best most satisfying, most pleasurable climax he’d ever had in his life. Who knew so much pain, teasing, and denial could lead to such immeasurable pleasure?

  “And now its my turn,” Mistress Lita said, climbing up on top of him and positioning herself so that she was balancing her body on top of his in a way that allowed her to sort of rest her ample bottom on his face. She was mostly resting on his forehead, leaving a tiny pocket of air for his nose to breathe and for him tongue to reach inside her crack.

  “Eat my pussy through the back door, pony-man,” she ordered.

  Greg barely had to be commanded before his tongue was hungrily slipping inside her asshole licking and teasing frenetically all over her rectum until he reached the tissue wall separating his mistress’s rectum from her vagina. He knew the g-spot was supposed to be somewhere in this direction and by the ecstatic moans coming from Mistress Lita’s mouth, he figured he must be doing something right. So he continued, rolling his tongue around different parts of her anus, increasing and decreasing his speed, then withdrawing his tongue from her rectum then sliding it back in.

  While he was doing his best to pleasure her, she was moaning and sighing and humping his face, moving up and down with his licking, riding his face like the pony he was. He found himself having to stretch his neck to keep his tongue inside her and while other times he’d have to tilt his head back because she was so close. All in all it was a glorious experience ending in her cumming all over his face.

  “Drink my cum, pony-man,” she ordered, and he did did so eagerly, swallowing every last delectable drop which sprayed or dripped into his mouth. He felt like he swallowed a gallon of cream by the time he was done.

  “I have another client after you and I want to look presentable. Clean me out,” Mistress Lita commanded him.

  And Greg did so, gladly, licking up every last bit of residual cum left in her crack or that was stuck to her glorious, which she lifted up further away from his face to give him easier access to her whole bum. Once he was through she turned around and reached up onto the shelf for a packet of baby wipes, which she used to gently wipe off his face.

  “We don’t want you returning to the waiting room with cum stuck to your chin or in your hair,” she told him with a cackle.

  Greg closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hands on him, even if she was just cleaning his face like he was a baby. Once she was through she unshackled him from the table and helped him down. He felt very stiff and wobbly. But Mistress Lita held onto him and helped him walk around the room. No chains this time, just easy limb and muscle exercises to get his blood circulation flowing naturally again.

  Once he felt like he could move normally, she shoved a piece of paper into his hand. “These are my banking details. I will have my accountant call you to set up a payment schedule.”

  Greg had almost forgotten about the blackmail. “And if I don’t pay you’ll come to my house and torture me, right?”

  “Yes, I will, pony-man, but if you pay on time I will also do the same. So don’t think you can get rid of me that easy. Our little off-the-books arrangement makes you my private client. And I treat my clients real good.”

  “Thank you, Mistress, for everything,” he said, actually feeling tears well up in his eyes at the thought of having to leave her. Though he did feel a lot better knowing that his spending all his saving on this one play date was not going to be the end of their relationship.

  “You’re welcome, Greg,” she said, using his name for the first time. “Next time we get together we’ll explore your butt and I’ll show off my various assortment of dildos and long, pointy objects which I will be shoving up your ass.”

  Greg shuddered with anticipation. Pegging was another thing he’d always wanted to try but had never found a woman who was willing to do it. “I look forward to it, Mistress,” he replied.

  “I think we both are,” Mistress Lita giggled and began leading Greg towards the dungeon door. When she opened it, Emmeline, the blond maid was standing there with his clothes all neatly folded in her arms.

  “Emmeline likes to be ride around on pony-men’s backs. Don’t you Emmeline?” Mistress Lita said.

  “Oh, yes, Ma’am. It’s one of my favorite activities.”

  Greg’s cock instantly sprang to attention at the image of the elfin Emmeline riding around on his back.

  “Perhaps if you’re both good you can join Greg and I during our next session. Would you like that?” Mistress Lita asked him.

  “Oh, yes, Mistress. I think I’d like that very much.”

  “Very well, please remember our agreement then. Emmeline will show you the way out after you have dressed yourself. Have a great evening and see you soon.” Mistress Lita winked then vanished down the dark hallway.

  Emmeline smiled smiled sweetly at Greg and said, “I’ve never been invited to one of Mistress Lita’s private sessions, but I’ve heard they are quite memorable.” Her pretty, blue danced as she said that.

  Greg found himself hurriedly pulling on his clothes. He suddenly felt an urgent need to work some overtime so that he could fill Mistress Lita’s coffers more quickly and be worthy of a second session. As he followed Emmeline to the club exit, he felt deeply satisfied, happ
y, clean, free, and filled with purpose. Who knew what just one day in Mistress Lita’s Lair could accomplish?

  The End

  Femdom Pain Club: Book 2

  Dominated and Trained by Two

  Audra Black

  Greg Krail was nervously stoked as he drove back to Club Pain to meet with Mistress Lita. It had been three long months since their last encounter, and Greg had done nothing but work his ass off in that time period. He was an insurance salesmen and he had worked almost night and day in his quest to please his mistress. He’d slept only 4 hours every night, and he’d worked through every weekend. It had been grueling, especially since Mistress Lita had required an immediate withdrawal from both his savings and checking account. For the first two weeks after his first encounter with Mistress Lita he had survived on the $50 he had left in his wallet.

  Once his boss paid him, Greg was lucky to salvage $20 after he’d made his obligatory payments to Mistress Lita’s accountant and paid all his bills. Today, was the first time he had driven his car in three months, being unable to afford the gas. His boss had kindly allowed Greg to telecommute from home. He had lived on Ramen noodles and pure adrenaline since he was too poor now to even buy himself a can of cheap coffee grinds.

  Basically, life under Mistress Lita’s thumb was shit, and if she hadn’t called him last night to tell him what a good little worker he had been and that he had earned himself a private session with her, he would’ve been mightily tempted to quit. Fortunately, she had called, and now there he was, driving anxiously into the empty Club Pain parking lot, early, on a Monday morning. He’d been confused when she told him to meet her there on a Monday, since the club was closed on Mondays, however, she had insisted and so there he was.

  As he drove up closer to the doors he noticed a familiar blond waif sitting on a black iron bench, apparently waiting for him. She stood and approached his car. Greg eagerly rolled his window dow. She had on a waist length black leather coat, so he couldn’t tell if she was still wearing her skimpy white maids outfit underneath, like the last time he’d seen her.

  “Hello Greg,” she said sweetly. “Mistress Lita would like you to pull around back and park in the employee parking lot.”

  “Hey, Emmeline,” he said, “Are you sure? I don’t want to get in trouble since I’m not an employee.”

  “Mistress Lita doesn’t like being questioned, Greg. You know that. Just do as she says and everything will be fine.”

  Greg knew from personal experience that this was true. “All right,” he said. “I’m pulling around now.”

  Then Greg drove his car around to the back of the long, blue stucco building and decided to park next to the only other car in sight – a brand new, fiery red Cadillac CTS-V Sedan. Greg couldn’t help wondering if he had paid for that with all his hard labor, toil, and sacrifice?

  “Beautiful, isn’t she?” Mistress Lita suddenly purred into his ear. Greg jumped. He had gotten out of his car to admire the vehicle and hadn’t heard her sneak up on him.

  “Very beautiful, Mistress,” he stammered.

  Mistress Lita was a tall, red haired goddess with long legs and curves in all the right places. Today, she was wearing her customary black leather skintight suit, and he watched hungrily as she slid behind the steering wheel and posed liked the sexiest model in the sexiest car ad in history.

  “I bought this new baby because we are going on a little trip to the country. Do you like the country, toy?”

  “I like anywhere you are, Mistress,” Greg said.

  “Good answer, toy,”’ Mistress Lita said. “I will be there in the country, as will you, and as will Emmeline.”

  As if on cue, Emmeline appeared from around the corner.

  “Emmeline is a Domme in training. She has asked for my guidance, specifically. Haven’t you, Emmeline?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Emmeline replied. “I wanted to learn from the best.”

  “This little trip will be a training exercise for the both of you. You don’t mind Emmeline training you, do you, toy?” Mistress Lita asked.

  “No, Mistress,” Greg said. Feeling at once turned on and terrified at the idea of being dominated by two gorgeous women at once.

  “Good,” Emmeline said briskly. “So from now on you will refer to me as Mistress Emmeline and you shall respect and obey me the same as you do Mistress Lita. Do you understand, Greg?”

  “I understand Mistress Emmeline,” Greg said.

  “Great. Now hand over your wallet, cellphone and keys.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Mistress Emmeline reached out and grabbed Greg by the nut sack, twisting it firmly. “I said, hand over your wallet, keys and cell phone. I am not being paid for this training session and I am not working for free. Your credit cards and any cash you have on hand will pay my fees for today.”

  “But that’s all the money I have left,” Greg whimpered. “If you take my wallet I won’t be able to eat.”

  “I did tell you to move out of that fancy pants apartment and into something more dumpy and fitting for one of your station,” Mistress Lita said.

  “You see, Greg,” Mistress Emmeline twisted his balls and squeezed them until he cried out. “We don’t care for your excuses. If you want me to train you, then you must pay the price. If you refuse we will go away and you will never hear from us again. There are plenty of richer, more worthy men out there who are willing to pay our fees.”

  Greg was between a rock and a hard place. If he gave Mistress Emmeline what she wanted he would have to survive on 2 bags of noodles and half a jar of peanut butter until next week’s pay day. He had another painful thought which he just had to bring up.

  “I’ll give you the money, Mistress Emmeline, but I need my phone to do my job. It’s the only one I have. I don’t own a landline.”

  “If you are a good toy and do everything you’re told, I may have a new job for you,” Mistress Lita said. “One that will pay much more than you are making now and that will not require the use of a phone.”

  “And if you’re a bad toy, she is going to call your boss and get you fired,” Mistress Emmeline smirked.

  Greg was defeated. If he wanted to continue being dominated by his mistresses he must do everything they said, no matter how much it might cost him. Sadly, he reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet which he handed to Mistress Emmeline. She didn’t release his balls until he reached into his other pockets and handed her his keys and phone.

  “Thank you, worm,” Mistress Emmeline said with a laugh. She opened up his wallet and pulled out his cash, credit cards and ID. Then she tossed the empty shell into the handy garbage can on the sidewalk beside her. She unbuttoned her coat to reveal the same sexy white maid’s outfit she had worn the last time, and slipped his keys into her apron pocket. But his phone she dropped to the pavement and stomped on it with the thick, sharp heels of her her ravishing black boots.

  Then she turned towards Mistress Lita, who was still waiting impatiently in the drivers seat of her car. “I’m sorry that took so long, Mistress. But I believe we are finally ready to head out now.”

  “The untrained ones can be stubborn at first,” Mistress Lita said in a forgiving tone. “As my almost equal you shall travel in the passenger seat beside me. Toy, however, is as you mentioned merely a worm. I shall not have a worm soiling my brand new car, so he shall ride in the trunk. Hog-tied and ball-gagged for his own safety, of course.”

  Greg’s cock grew hard at the image of himself tied up, gagged, and locked up in Mistress Lita’s trunk. The rest of him was not as pleased with the idea. He had no idea how far they were driving, but he worried about becoming claustrophobic in the dark enclosed space. And what if he couldn’t breathe?

  “Don’t look so worried, worm,” Mistress Emmeline said. “The number one rule of a sub is that he must learn to trust his Dommes. Neither of us would ever do anything to permanently harm you. Your job is to just let go and let us take care of you.”

  “I
do trust you,” Greg said, realizing that this was true, for at least one part of his brain, anyway.

  “Good, now climb into the trunk and let me bind you.”

  Mistress Lita popped the trunk and as the lid glided gently open he saw that it was a pretty roomy space with velvet carpeting. That must have been a costly extra, he mused, as he climbed inside. He lay on his stomach and raised his legs up as Mistress Emmeline instructed. All of her supplies were there in the trunk beside him.

  First, Mistress Emmeline wound rope around his wrists to tie his hands together, quite firmly, then she bound his ankles together behind his head. Next, she wrapped a chain around his wrists, pulled it back and connected it to his ankles. It was immediately painful and uncomfortable as hell. The last thing she did was wrap a headband around his head before stuffing one end of it, deeply down his throat. He choked and gagged, but he could still breathe.

  “YOU LOOK SO CUTE, ALL trussed up like the Christmas ham,” Mistress Emmeline teased. Now don’t move around or try and free yourself. If you aren’t in this exact position when we arrive at, wherever Mistress Lita is taking us, you will be severely punished. Nod your head if you understand.”

  Greg nodded his head. It was the only movement he could manage. Mistress Emmeline must have been a scout or served in the military because she’d tied him so tight he knew he would not have been able to move or free himself even if he’d wanted to. His cock was now fully erect and enjoying his predicament immensely.

  “See you soon, Toy,” Mistress Emmeline said before pushing the trunk door down and sealing him into his posh cave of darkness.