Bobby & Miss Becky

Bobby and Miss Becky

4.8.12

It is 2:30 in the afternoon here, and I am complying my duties, awaiting Miss Becky's return. It is very much like waiting to be whipped-- an intoxicating cocktail of anticipation, excitement, fear, and dread. My hands tremble when my mind fixes upon what is certain to come. Your eyes shall feast upon the result...

4.8.12

Tonight's torture:

I've been instructed that tonight's is the night-- I will be released from the confines of this cage, BUT ONLY long enough to insert a PrInce's Wand (a diabolical sounding tube) into my urethra, and then it will be locked in, for however long it pleases Miss Becky. The wand is thick and has a ring at its top that secures it snugly under the glans. I have been told this now, several hours before my passage through this new gate of Hell, so that each passing moment will increase anticipation and dread. Would it please your eyes to see evidence of this torture?

In humiliation,

5.8.12

Miss Becky was pleased with the diabolical result-- after the probe was secured, I was made to lie down and bound. She massaged my testes, pubic area, and anus with a vibrator, bringing my locked cock to an stiff state of arousal. As she did so, my cock impaled itself on the thick, unforgiving probe; strained against the curved walls of the cage to become erect, like the man I'm not; and the retaining ring of the cage pulled hard at my sac as my cock struggled valiantly, but vainly, on. Turning to admire her work, Miss Becky muffled my moans by mounting astride my face...without a word, I submitted to her silent command. I immediately went to work, lapping and sucking her to a milky conclusion, as the wand drilled ever deeper into my penis. I was left there, alone and bound, as my shriveling member tried to disgorge the iron spike driven deep inside it, to little avail-- it stayed in until the dawn, when Miss Becky cut the tape and yanked it free. So begins Day 6.

5.8.12

You want me to WHAT??.

...a little tape to hold things in place, and:

8.8.12

Miss Becky is out for a FULL body massage-- inside and out-- and will return momentarily for me to bathe her ravished body with my tongue before she slips into deeply satisfied slumber.

I displeased her earlier in the week and lost all my stimulation privileges, including Twitter and any website that would get me aroused until I learn that I serve only her. I did get to view your Tumbler before my punishment began, and was filled with excitement and shame that my cock is on display to the world... I wonder how many people it has brought to orgasm.

I haven't received the shirt; maybe in tomorrow's post.

Here's hoping your ears are filled with the tortured screams of your bitch, and the warm glow of orgasm lights your cheeks...

11.8.12

What do you suppose... 

Miss Becky will do with these tonight?

12.8.12

Feminised

"The time has come," said Miss Becky, "for you to be with another man. This will be at a time, place, and with a person of my choosing, but I will be there, to look in your eyes and see how much you love being a cock slut, and to hear your pathetic whimpers for mercy as he tears your asshole open. Look at you-- your little man clit is getting hard in that cage, just thinking about it..."

 To that end (being brutally sodomized as my Mistress watches and shouts encouragement to my rapist), I must now wear panties, like those shown here, and keep my legs shaven, and private parts clean.

 Last night, at a theater, Miss Becky kept the image alive by directing my attention to all the male cast's members (...and that's not a typo:), commenting on the bulges in their costumes, and asking how I would like this one or that one to ravage me.

 I know this will happen--Miss Becky does not make idle threats-- and when it does, I will tell you all in a tale to go with your morning coffee: hot, dark; bittersweet; and breath-taking.

12.8.12

Your morning coffee

Miss Becky and I will move in the next few weeks, to a property in a larger city that will give us a greater degree of anonymity and a wider range of prospective, ummm... "lovers". It has a very insidious dingy basement with sturdy timbers with hooks to hang police handcuffs and plenty of open space to wield a flogger.

 In discussing its possibilities, Miss Becky revealed a detail of her plan to transform me from a virtual to a literal bitch: we'll be moved in about the time that these nipple piercings have healed. The beads will be replaced with rings, large enough for a man's fingers to slip into and to pull as he thrusts his engorged penis deep in my bowels. I shuddered when she told me this, and my hand instinctively went to my chest, as if to protect it. I noticed a devious smile play across Miss Becky's lips, like thunderclouds in the afternoon sky.

 I must go now. She is out of her morning shower, and demands (as is our Sunday ritual) to be licked clean and dressed to go out...

13.8.12

“It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know. We all know people who are so much afraid of pain that they shut themselves up like clams in a shell and, giving out nothing, receive nothing and therefore shrink until life is a mere living death.”

― Eleanor Roosevelt

"Tonight, Bobbie, your ass is mine", Miss Becky said in a low tone, devoid of love; devoid of mercy, as she slapped the rubber whip lightly across my bare buttocks. I shuddered with anticipation, as 'tonight' was still hours away, and her playful slap belied the weight of the flogger and its cutting sting. Miss Becky has thick, muscular arms, and one mere lash of a whip in her adept hands, laid on with merciless force, can bring me to torrents of tears and make my legs limp, suspending my body from the cellar beam where I am shackled.

I worshipped her 38D breasts, as is our morning gesture, and muttered the only permitted reply: "As you wish, Miss Becky", hiding my excitement by burying my face deeper in her bosom. Tonight, I knew, I was going to be broken-- whipped and beaten until my will was nothing; nothing but the will of Miss Becky. She revels in her torture, and tells me each day what lies ahead in the dark night, for she knows this will stay deep in my mind and consume all thought. Without consciously thinking, I serve Miss Becky, forgoing all other thought or passion, and wait for the night, when the whip comes down, and I follow, down, down at her feet, her total obedient slave.

13.8.12

The hardest part of the day is waiting for the night, wondering what is to come and whether you can bear it.

The psychological aspect of Miss Becky's torture is to show me the implement, make me feel it ever so briefly,let the idea settle in your mind all the long hours, agonizing over my certain and very painful fate. Today, for instance, it was a light slap on the rump with a rubber whip with many lashes... a Cat-Of-Ninety-Nine tails, if you will. A light slap and a reminder: "...your ass is mine".

 Considering that only two days ago, Miss Becky contemplated aloud that it would please her immensely to watch me taken by a man ("I want you to feel a man go nuts on top of you," were some of her exact words), this long wait has given way to speculation that there is a stiff cock in my ass's immediate future. Such is the stuff of Miss Becky's depravity: as the clock slowly ticks down the minutes, I fantasize what is to be... My cock stirs in its cage, pinching me like crabs; reminding me that even that is not my own, for it, like my mind, is the sole property of Miss Becky.

14.8.12

Red & Sore

Story to follow

A Candlelight Story: Part 3

This story was recommended by Twitter's gorgeous @MissDeviant1 and written by @no1slave: More at  http://no1slavetomissdeviant.blogspot.co.uk/

Mistress removed the cuffs from slave’s wrists, and slave collapsed on the floor exhausted.  “that’s right slave, you stay down there and lay on your back.  We have another fun activity in-store for you”, Mistress chuckled.  “you rest up, you will need your energy later.”  Slave was wondering what creative sadistic delights Mistress had in mind, but he took the opportunity to rest.

Mistress brought out the ankle cuffs and attached them to slave’s ankles and the suspending chain dangling from the ceiling.

Mistress stood over slave, “Are you ready to please your Mistress slave?”

“Yes Mistress, I’m always ready to please you Mistress!” he replied, nervous about what will happen next but anxious to perform well for his Mistress.

Mistress then hoisted slave by his ankles off the floor.  Slowly he was lifted with the sounds of the chain links ringing throughout the room until slave was fully off the floor suspended upside-down by his feet.  Slave could feel the blood slowly rush to his head as he saw his Mistress approach him.  It was a strange sensation seeing his Mistress and Sebastian upside-down and he felt completely vulnerable.

Mistress slowly walked around her slave circling his suspended body.  The sound of her stiletto heels on the wooden floor rang in his ears. Mistress’s hands circled his waist and caressed the rising welts of his arse.  The oil on his skin gave the welts a beautiful sheen accentuated by the candles lit throughout the room. There were varying shades of purple and red that seem to change colour right before her eyes.

“How does that arse feel slave?” Mistress looked down as she gave several hard slaps on his bottom.  Slave winced at each slap but tried to hold himself still not to disappoint Mistress.  “These are some beautiful marks, but I think we can do better, don’t you slave?  Are you ready to take some more pain for your Mistress?” she purred knowing her slave was excited to please her more.

“Yes Mistress!  PLEASE let me take more pain for you!” he replied sensing the blood rushing to his head.

“Good boy!  I think a game of noughts-and-crosses is in order.  Sebastian, please fetch me my special cane.”  Sebastian returned with thin acrylic cane and presented it to Mistress on his knees.  “Thank you Sebastian, now stand in front of slave.”

Mistress circled her slave slowly stopping in front of slave’s well-marked arse.  The raised welts ran across both arse cheeks, perfectly parallel from each other.  Mistress studied the marks and positioned herself for slave’s next round of torture.  “Are you ready slave?” Mistress asked as she raised the cane.

“Yes Mistress, and thank you Mistress” he replied.

With steady aim, the cane came down on his arse making a vertical line across the raised welts.  Mistress concentrated and delivered five more stokes on the same spot.  The vertical mark ran perfectly across existing horizontal welts on his left cheek.  The mark quickly turned into a raised crimson welt.  Mistress was very pleased and positioned herself for the next round.  Mistress applied five more vertical strokes next to the previous one, taking her time to ensure accuracy.  Slave let out a yelp on each stroke trying desperately to take the pain for his Mistress.

Sebastian was mesmerized by his Mistress.  Mistress was getting very excited, her eyes lit up with each stroke, smiling as she continued to satisfy her sadistic pleasure.  Sebastian was getting very aroused seeing his Mistress sadistically turned-on.  “Oh my Sebastian!” Mistress stopped momentarily, “are we getting excited?”

“Slave, you are making way too much noise.  It is time to keep you a little busy”  Mistress raised slave several inches higher off the floor to that his mouth was perfectly aligned with Sebastian’s growing hard-on.  “you know what to do slave.  You make sure you keep that cock hard for your Mistress”

Slave held the base of Sebastian’s cock watching the shaft swell with ridges more pronounced.  Slave then eagerly used his tongue to circle Sebastian’s cock, running his tongue up and down the raging hard-on.  “good boy!  Mistress has trained you very well.” she purred as she positioned herself for his right cheek.

Whack! Mistress delivered the first stroke running perfectly across the existing welts.  Slave let out a yell in pain.  “You keep still slave and deep throat that cock.  It has been a long time for Sebastian.  Before I am through, I want you to make him cum.” Mistress ordered.  “yes Mistress, thank you Mistress”

Mistress was truly excited now.  She was ready to finish her masterpiece, torturing her slave while he was satisfying a huge black cock.  She was light-headed at the thought, but now she concentrated.  Whack…Whack…Whack… she came down on accurately on the same spot with a perfect welt forming.  Slave grimaced in pain but still eagerly deep-throating Sebastian’s cock.  Sebastian was groaning watching his Mistress’s sadistic smile while slave was devouring his cock.  Whack….Whack…Whack…Mistress formed a new vertical line, smiling and breathing heavily.  Slave continued to deep-throat Sebastian’s cock, his head bobbing up-and-down on his 8” shaft.  Slave could taste a bit of pre-cum as he eagerly continued.   Mistress prepared for the final welt, Whack….whack….whack….whack… as the 3rd welt was forming.  Slave’s eyes were watering from the strokes and the huge cock pushing down his throat.  As Mistress delivered the final stroke….WHACK…Sebastian let out a loud groan as he exploded into slave’s mouth.  Turned on and breathing heavily, Mistress commanded, “you cock-sucking whore!  you take all of that cum slave, every drop!”  Slave eagerly complied, licking up and down his shaft, savouring every drop for his Mistress.  “Good boy! Good boy…my, we are a little cum bucket aren't we.”

Mistress stood back to admire the masterpiece she created on slave’s arse.  Both cheeks were beet red with perfect lines forming two sets of naughts-and-crosses.  Mistress had mixed emotions of sexual arousal and pride at her work, made with such sadistic precision.  She stood admiring the mixed colours on the perfectly formed welts dancing with the flickering shadows cast by the candlelights.  It took her breath away.

Mistress instructed Sebastian to stand back as she retrieved his chastity.  “Now Sebastian, I hope you enjoyed your little treat today.  We will need to keep this on you for the next 3 months.  If you are very good, we will see if you deserve another treat.  I am sure slave will be very eager, won’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress, very eager, thank you”

Mistress instructed Sebastian to kneel in the corner as she approached her slave.  “You were very good tonight slave.  I think you deserve a treat too.”  Staring at his Mistress upside-down, slave was anxiously waiting for his Mistress’s next instructions.  “Slave, I see my cock is very hard. Stroke my cock for your Mistress.”  Slave slowly stroked his cock getting harder in his hands.  “let’s see if you can take more pain for your Mistress,” she purred as she grabbed the chain attached to his nipple clamps.  She pulled on the chain causing slave to swing back-and-forth.  Mistress smiled down upon her slave taking sadistic pleasure in torturing him.  Slave was stroking his cock faster as he continued to swing back-and-forth with Mistress tugging on his tortured nipples.  “Now slave, are ready for your treat?” she smiled.  “Yes Mistress, oh god yes!”

As slave swung back toward Mistress, Mistress then held the nipple clamp chain taught, holding slave in a suspended position.  Mistress was holding part of slave’s weight with the nipple chain, and slave was almost blind with pain.  “You love your Mistress slave?  Will you take this pain for your Mistress?”  “oh god!…yes!…yes!… Mistress!  I do love you!” he replied in agony but with undying love for his Mistress.  “very good slave!  Now on the count of five, I want you to make my cock cum all over you.  One….Two….Three…”  Slave was in excruciating pain but incredibly turned on seeing the sadistic smile on his Mistress’s face.  “Four….” Slave continued to stroke his Mistress’s cock, faster and faster…..”FIVE”  After a few seconds, slave let out a groan that echoed throughout the whole building.  A geyser of cum shot out a couple of feet and landed on his neck and face….the chains were rattling violently…

 A phone ring awakened Mistress from her nap.  “hello”, slave answered the phone, “no thank you”, he continued. It was telemarketing call.  Breathless, she looked up a slave, confused and still collecting her thoughts.  “is everything okay Mistress?” he asked.

Taking an additional moment, she realized she had the most intense dream, but it seemed so real.  “oh I am okay slave, thank you.”  Mistress got up and realised it was twilight and it was getting dark outside. 

With the dream still fresh on her mind, “Slave, I need for you to go to the store for me”

“What do you need Mistress?”

“We will start with candles”

A Candlelight Story: Part 2

This story was recommended by Twitter's gorgeous @MissDeviant1 and written by @no1slave

Upon hearing his Mistress’s voice, Sebastian crawled into the room on his hands and knees. Sebastian was a fine specimen of Jamaican descent, well-built with a plump ass resembling two brown cantaloupes.

“Stand up Sebastian! Let you Mistress inspect you”, Mistress commanded.  Sebastian jumped up, revealing the chastity cage he has worn for over a month. Mistress circled Sebastian caressing his body with her riding crop.  “Mmmm, that is a fine body, wouldn’t you agree slave?” she replied huskily.

“Yes, Mistress, a very fine body”, slave replied while still balancing himself on the soles of feet still slightly suspended.

“Ahhh..Sebastian, you’re still in your cage. Are you ready for your treat tonight?” she purred stroking the edges of his cage, barely touching his growing cock.  Sebastian nodded his head several times, unable to speak with his ball gag attached.

“How about you slut? Are you ready for your treat tonight too?” she remarked looking over at slave.

“Yes, Mistress, very much, thank you!” he replied.

“Looks like everyone is going to get a treat, Mistress is feeling very generous tonight”, she chuckled.  Mistress walked to the counter to grab the chastity key and sensual oil.

 ”It is time we release that fine cock of yours Sebastian” Mistress unlocked the holding ring and slipped the cage off his cock. It was growing instantly, being free after a month in captivity. Mistress rubbed the oil over his entire body caressing the curves of his muscular ass and working her way to his groin area.

“Mmmm…Are we getting excited Sebastian? So is your Mistress”

Mistress quickly gave his cock several hard slaps with Sebastian groaned in pain and pleasure.

“Is this what you have waited for?” she replied. He nodded still groaning. “GOOD BOY” she said and continued to slap his cock harder and harder with a devilish grin.

 ”MMMM…I love torturing my two cocks!” as she continued slapping his cock. Mistress stood Sebastian next to slave who was also getting hard witnessing Sebastian’s torture. “Now I have my two cocks to play with! My black and white cocks!” she said with excitement and started using both her hands to slap both cocks in a smooth rhythm not missing a beat.

Both of them were groaned in unison, as she laughed pleased with her talent. Mistress continued to slap each cock in succession, her eyes lighting up in sadistic pleasure as the cocks were getting beat red. She stopped momentarily to softly stroke both cocks while gazing into their eyes.

“Your Mistress did promise both of you a treat tonight. Sebastian is free for tonight. Let’s make the most of his temporary freedom.”

Mistress grabbed a fire engine red lipstick from the counter and stood facing slave. She stood close enough for his hardened cock to slide in between her thighs.

 ”My, my slave! Is my little, cock-sucking whore getting excited? Look at that cock of yours getting hard!” she whispered glancing at his nipples.

Mistress softly caressed his nipples while whispering into his ear, “you love your Mistress? Do you want to please your Mistress tonight? Then I want you to be a good little cock-sucking whore.  Just like I trained you to be. But first we need to get you ready,” she said chuckling.

Mistress applied the lipstick to slave’s lips, his eyes lighting up in anticipation. Mistress held out her index finger toward his lips as he slowly covered her finger with his lips and slowly pulled away.

“Mmmmm…I have trained you well slave! Let’s get you in a better place slave,” she chuckled.

Mistress went across the room to lower the suspending chain. Slave’s body lowered to the floor allowing him to stay on his knees but with his arms still extended over his head.

“Mmm…slave is in the perfect position…look at my little whore…ready to please his Mistress” she purred. She positioned Sebastian to stand in front of slave. Sebastian’s cock was just out of reach of slave’s rosy red lips.

“Come on my little slut, you know what to do. Get Sebastian’s cock ready for you! I want that cock nice and hard to pound that sweet ass of yours!”

Slave struggled but extended his neck to slowly caress his growing cock with his tongue, slowly licking up and down his shaft before covering half of his cock in his mouth. Slave was moaning like a little whore satisfied that he had a cock to suck and pleasing his Mistress. Sebastian reeled his head back in pleasure while Mistress grabbed her paddle.

“Oh, I think we can do better than that Sebastian!” she said as she whacked his ass with the paddle. The impact made Sebastian thrust his hips forward forcing his cock deeper into slave throat. Slave made a choking sound as Mistress became very excited.

 ”That’s more like it…I want you to (whack) fuck that sweet (whack) whore’s mouth and (whack) make him gag (whack) on that huge (whack) cock of yours,” she grunted with every impact of the paddle.

 Sebastian groaned from the stings of the paddle while slave moaning and gagging on his cock. Both Sebastian and slave were getting very excited, and Mistress stopped to see her creation glistening under the candlelight’s with beautiful contrasting colours. Slave could taste a little pre-cum forming on Sebastian’s cock, and he stopped momentarily to continue licking his shaft up and down.

Mistress walked over and grabbed slave’s hair forcing his head back.

“That’s enough my greedy little slut! Let’s not get Sebastian TOO excited. He has another job to do for his Mistress,” she commanded. Mistress placed a condom on the head of Sebastian’s cock.

“You know what to do slave,” she barked out.

Slave proceeded to use his mouth to apply the condom to the rest of his cock. Mistress walked back across the room to raise the suspending chain. Slave slowly raised up to his original position but with his feet flat on the floor. Mistress positioned Sebastian to be directly behind slave and his still-burning red/purple ass. Sebastian’s cock was still very hard and resting between the ass cheeks of slave.

“Mmmmm…that is what your Mistress wants to see! Mmmm…God, that turns Mistress on,” she softly said slowly caressing her clit.  Mistress stood in front of slave and applied the nipple clamps.

As she squeezed the nipple clamps on slave, “That’s right, you take that pain for your Mistress and you ride that cock like a good little whore”.

Slave bent over to help force Sebastian’s cock into his ass. It slowly went in with slave letting out a groan. Slave’s hips rocked back and forth fucking himself with Sebastian’s raging hard-on. Sebastian was moaning through his mouth gag while slave was riding his cock. Mistress’s eyes lit up again, and with a sadistic smile continued to pull on the nipple clamps forcing slave to continue to ride his cock.

“Hmmm…I still think we can do better than that,” she said thoughtfully before getting her strap-on from the cabinet. Mistress lubed the huge shaft of the strap-on, “I think we need both asses fucked tonight, what do you think boys?” Mistress stood behind Sebastian and inserted the strap-on dildo straight into his tight ass.

Sebastian let out a loud groan while forcing his cock deeper into slave’s ass. With both hands, Mistress reached around Sebastian’s body and grabbed slave’s nipple clamps.

“Now stay with my rhythm boys,” she commanded.

 As she pulled on slave’s nipple clamps, she thrust her cock into Sebastian.  Sebastian would then be forced to go deeper into slave’s ass. All three were moving in unison in perfect rhythm. Their groans could barely be heard over Mistress’s sadistic laughter as she continued to pound Sebastian’s ass and torture slave’s nipples. She was in sensual sadist heaven!

Mistress sensed that Sebastian was ready to cum and stopped. She pulled Sebastian slowly away from slave and instructed him to stand still. Mistress slipped out of her strap-on and walked toward slave. She stood in front of slave with an evil grin staring into slave’s exhausted eyes.

 ”Now slave, your Mistress hasn’t forgotten about you,” she whispered as she inched closer caressing his tortured nipples. Slave’s cock was rubbing into her wet panties.

Mistress pulled on the nipple clamps whispering, “are you ready for your treat now?”, she chuckled.

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A Candlelight Story: Part 1

This story was recommended by Twitter's gorgeous @MissDeviant1 and written by @no1slave

Mistress was resting in the other room, sipping her wine and finishing her cigarette contemplating her desires in punishing her slave.  Her thoughts went into many directions, but she became centered in what she truly desired.  Like a conductor before a performance, she knew how the symphony will sound, but she wanted to allow random, creative innovation based on the chemistry between she and her slave will have at the moment.  Some things cannot and should not be planned.

Freshening up after her cigarette, she slowly walked toward the room.  Her high heel stilettos making a commanding sound for her slave to hear and anticipate.  As she entered the room, she marveled at how the many candle lights bounced up and down his naked body.  His wrists were clasped together attached to a chain from the ceiling.  Arms fully extended above his head, he was almost suspended with his weight barely resting on the soles of his feet.  He was totally vulnerable and anxious as he heard his Mistress approach the room. 

She examined her beautiful slave as he squirmed and fidgeted with his wrist cuffs carefully balancing himself on his feet.  He is now her blank canvas, her unfilled music sheet from which she will craft her artistic talents and fulfil her sadistic desires.  She loved her slave for giving himself totally to her.

Mistress slowly walked around her slave, taking special notice of his clean shaven body and the anxious mood of her slave.  With a crop in hand, she slowly caressed his body starting at his shoulders circling down his back to his arse. 

"I am very pleased on how well you followed instructions.  You have a beautiful body.  I am looking forward to satisfying my sadistic delights.  Are you ready slave?"

Mistress walked to the counter to grab a bottle of sensual oil, purchased by her slave for this occasion.  "I want my slave properly prepared for my masterpiece." Mistress slowly lathered her slave with the intoxicating oil, the scent permeating in the air making her slave light-headed.  mistress started at his chest slowly caressing his nipples.  He was getting very excited as evidence of his growing cock.  She worked her way around his back and down to his smoothly shaved ass.  Mistress spent more time on his ass making sure it was properly prepared and glistening.  He stood on his tippy-toes extending his ass for her to have a better reach all around.

Mistress then returned to the front, staring into his eyes as she caressed all around his genitals.  He was getting very excited and couldn't help his raging hard-on bouncing into her thighs.  "you keep that away slave, I am not done with you yet.". With those words, she reared back and gave his cock a sound slap.  He groaned in both pain and pleasure and became fully erect.  "My slave loves his cock torture, doesn't he?" Mistress then gave 10 successive slaps on his rock hard cock turning it instantly red.  Mistress stopped and gave his cock soft sensual strokes with her oily hands.  "Who's cock does this belong to slave?". Before he could speak, Mistress gave another 10 hard slaps to his suffering cock.  He was in pain but so turned on by her sadistic pleasure.  His hips extended out, begging for his cock to be slapped more.  "that's right slave, you present MY cock to me for me to torture, you keep that cock hard for your Mistress". Mistress reared back and swung her arm around for a sound slap on the side of his cock.  He clenched his teeth in pain but was getting more turned on by her sadistic torture of his cock.  He wanted so bad for her not to stop knowing that it was her desire to cause more pain.  Mistress continued to softly stoke his oily cock followed by hard slaps until he had pre-cum forming on the tip of his head.  "ahhhhh...my little slave is getting excited." with her index finger, she caressed the tip of his head to gather the pre-cum and presented it to her slave.  He immediately licked her finger clean savouring every drop.

Mistress slowly walk away while her slave was still balancing himself on the soles of his feet.  “you keep my cock hard slave”, she whispered as she selected one of her favourite canes.  She came back facing him and presented the cane to his lips.  He eagerly kissed and licked the cane of his ultimate torture.  “good boy…now you know how much I love to torture you, and you know how much it turns me on to see your ass tortured by my cane…how much do you love your Mistress?”  “I love my Mistress with all of my heart and soul, I beg my Mistress to take her sadistic delights on me…please Mistress, please let me take the pain for your pleasure!” he responded. 

Mistress walked around to the back and positioned herself.  She carefully examined his ass and how she wanted to mark him.  “Steady yourself slave…are you ready?  On the count of three…One…two…” before she counted three, a loud whack came across the middle of his ass.  His body instantly convulsed in pain and the force of her stroke.  Her eyes lighted up delighted at the effect on her loving slave.  She reared back and gave five more whacks in quick succession in the same spot on his ass.  He counted as best as he could with each stroke and thanked her gratefully on each one.  But his ass was on fire now, and he was also busy enduring the lingering sweet pain.  Mistress stepped back to admire the rising welts forming in the middle of his ass.  His body was mesmerising to her as his shiny oily body was capturing the dancing candle lights flickering in the room. 

Mistress continued to work on his ass, forming new and larger welts covering the length of his cheeks.  His head was constantly turned to see his Mistress, her face smiling in her sadistic pleasure as she continued to apply the strokes with increasing severity.   Mistress stopped momentarily to check on her slave.  Facing him, her nipples touching his, “are you ready to continue pleasing your Mistress?”  “yes Mistress, Please Mistress” he responded as he extended his ass for her.  “very good slave, I see you want to receive more punishment for your Mistress?”  “Yes Mistress, please!”

Mistress moved to the other side and planted herself steady.  She gave 10 more successive whacks forming new welts.  She became so excited with the marks forming on his ass and his moans of pain that she wouldn't stop.  She gave 10 more strokes with increasing severity.  He was trying to breathe through the pain but couldn't help convulsing his body absorbing her punishment.  “You keep my cock hard slave” she shouted as she was getting more and more turned on.  After 10 more severe cane strokes, she stopped and faced her slave.  He was exhausted but also turned on and begged to kiss the pain of his torture.  She came closer allowing his raging cock to slide between her thighs.  “who do you belong to slave…who’s cock does that belong to” she whispered as she tightened her thighs around his cock.  “I belong to you Mistress, this is your cock” he desperately tried to reply still recovering from his punishment.  Mistress slowly turned to his rear to admire her work.  His ass had multiple stripes of beautiful shades of purple and red perfectly lined across his ass.  It was a masterpiece and she was pleased.  It was her best work to date.

“That ass is beautiful slave, I am so proud of you…but I still need to be amused”  Not knowing what was coming next, he braced himself for another round of can whacks.  “no no slave…I think that ass is ready for more pleasure”  He immediately raised his ass ready to receive his Mistress’s next round of punishment.

“Oh Sebastian, can you come in please!”

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Instructions to Sissy Slut

Emailed to me by my delightful sissy, Slaveash - A little story

I had mailed mistress requesting an audience with her. When I did not hear from her for more than a week, I tried calling and leaving messages. But all I got was the voice mail message in mistress’ sexy voice. I began to wonder what I had done to annoy her in our last meeting. I would check my mail box daily to see if there any word from her. I have been wearing girlie panties, a bra and stockings with a garter belt under my clothes every day since our last meeting. Then one Friday evening I received an e-mail from her.

Eagerly, I opened the mail to read my mistress’ words, ready to follow all of her instructions. It went as follows:

Sissy Slut,

Patience is a virtue, something you don’t seem to have learnt yet slave. However, this is easily rectifiable. If you follow all of my instructions, I am willing to grant you an audience. However, you will be disciplined for clogging my voice-mail and inbox with your pathetic pleas.

Tasks have to be completed with evidence as proof of your compliance sent to me. You will be disciplined for any instruction you do not follow completely to the letter.

1. Right now I want you cum into your hand and drink up it all up. Lick up any drops which fall on the floor. I want you to mail me the pics.

1. You will milk your cum for and collect it for me in a condom from now till Sunday. You will bring it along with you when we meet.

1. After Sunday, you will not cum till the day I grace you with my presence.

1. Your body belongs to me now. I expect you to be clean and neat, all your body hair removed and you clean shaved before we meet. Failure will have its consequences

1. You will continue wearing your sissy underwear under your daily boring men’s clothes.

1. You will procure a butt plug for yourself. This is to be worn during the day. I have some plans for this orifice and would like to find it well stretched, so choose the size well.

1. You add at least one pair of high heels to your existing wardrobe. The higher the better. You will contact me to setup a date only once you have mastered walking them like a catwalk model

1. You will mail me you daily progress of the tasks

You will wait for further instructions.
Sinful and wickedly
Mistress

I immediately started jacking off in my hand to comply with her first command. Within the next week I had complied with most of mistress’ commands. I would mail my had picked a pair of 5” black colour heels and practiced my walk on the road in the middle of the night so as to keep this a secret. I did not want to disappoint mistress by putting on a bad show. By the middle of the second week, I was pretty confident that I had mastered walking in the heels. I informed her that I was ready and waited for the instructions to follow. I received it the same evening

Sissy Slut,

You have taken 15 days to complete your tasks. You have kept your mistress waiting. This has earned you a punishment of 30 strikes of the cane. Also, you should have practised walking in heels earlier in the evening, when there are more chances of meeting people. Your embarrassment and humiliation would have made for better reading and amusement to me your mistress. That will be rectified, my closet sissy.

However, I am pleased with your efforts, so I am willing to grant you an audience tomorrow. Follow these instructions before you come to my dungeon.

• Clean all your orifices. They are mine to use and abuse

• Tie your cock and balls with wet rope the way I have trained you.

• Wear the butt plug.

• Travel to my dungeon wearing your butt plug and new high heels in public transport

You will continue your old tasks.

Sinful and wickedly

Mistress

Reading this mail sent shivers down my spine. Mistress wanted me to wear the high heel shoes while travelling to her dungeon in the bus. There would be scores of people who would be able to see me. One part of me wanted to back out of doing it and run away. However, another part of me wanted to please mistress.

The next day, I got out of my house on the way to the dungeon, wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. Underneath it I was wearing a matching pair of pink bra and lace panties, pink garter belt, stockings and a pair of high heeled shoes. My heart was felting like it was thudding in my chest. Would anyone notice the heels? Would they pass any comments? Would I be recognised????...

Queen Of Darkness

A poem by Submissive David R.

Around, all around, the shadows gather.

From the darkness divinity arises, Her beauty eternal

Slender beams of radiance enter

this darkened chamber as I kneel

always a slave, always silent,

frozen here.

My dread grows as the hand of love and pain

falls against my naked soul.

It wounds me, and darkly my

essence drips

to the wicked earth that is my prison.

In pain I beg forgiveness

while the Queen of darkness surrounds me.

Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon darkened eyes.

This is my salvation.