The Pub

The Pub  written by bill on 18/7/11

Story for my gorgeous Mistress Neta

"The Pub ", no exciting name, no bright lights, just "The Pub" Extinct of a view to an energy filled bar or an inviting windowed door where you are eased into an atmosphere. No this place, old school, the actions and people all hidden from view.You know what it is like, opening the door to places like this. The eyes, ears, nose and skin all smacked with a change to the senses instantly.

Katherine did not like what see saw but all the excited eyes definitely widened slightly by her sight. She thought she could have worn a more exposing outfit but knew she was in her prime and just about anything would get a males attention. Her clothes were actually toned down compared to her normal atire. She could not go without her shoes though. Black studded leather shoes with five inches of stiletto that hammered the wooden floor with a sound that makes mere males go weak at the knees. Black fishnet stockings, always catching the imagination. Men always wondering their style, higher up the leg away from prying eyes. These disappeared quickly as Katherine was wearing a black tight fitting skirt that almost reached the knees. So tight men could see the muscles in her cheeks working as she walked past to the bar. A bright red collared buttoned blouse, tailor fitted, tapering in to essenuate her thin waist. A couple of buttons were undone. Did not look as if they could ever be done up ! Breasts were tightly pushing into the blouse. Her black hair falling to her shoulders, increasing the intensity to the colour of her red gloss lipstick.

She ordered a bottle of red wine, two glasses and tried to fine a quite table.

It took Katherine a long time to make this isolation around her at the corner table. Five or six men had approached with all their pathetic one liners and she had politely but firmly declined their advances that would have continued in bullshit. Each male rushing back to their pack to be jeered and stirred about their failed plans. Two other males had approached, alone, they may have only wanted conversation. No tonight was not the night for conversation. She watched one trail off back to his lonely table and pull out a keno card and try to busy his life with other thoughts. The other, back to the bar to drown his failure. Oh there were others, older men with big mouths who "only wished they were younger" swarking like Heckle and Jeckle. Others again defeating themselves by her sheer strength of form. Looking at her tight body bill-boarding her beauty, but showing underlyings of strength and determination. A jaw line showing maturity though no simple transgression to the neck. A sharp form of bone and muscle enforcing that the natural resting place of this head is held high. Men convincing themselves that she would only be trouble. These men giving her the largest freedom of space.

Katherine looked into the window, looked into that 2mm thickness of glass, the dished and ridged surface of the privacy glass doing it job. She noticed a ridge would hold no image, the dished area greedily taking more than what it could hold, distorting the image. Is this my brain Katherine thought. A life of events pushed aside into ridges never to be processed again. Forced away by the dishes of memory that when reflected on, over and over, continue to grow. Katherine was here tonight because of a hungry dish growing, perhaps the biggest dish in her mind. Could this be distorted like the surface of the window. No ! These things did happen to her ! They happened 12 years ago and no, there was no distortion, they were as terrible then as the memories are now.

Katherine looked at a brown cigarette infested sticker on the window "Darts comp, Wednesdays 7.30pm" Knew she didn't have to look around to know there was no dart board here. Mangled and buried on the tip floor was her guess. This place, nothing changes, thats what these old men want. Five years time I will be sitting here, shick surrounds in a modern wine bar. Another sticker with the same hue "Bob Fields, Auto Electrician registered, friendly service, quick repairs" Katherine could see the phone number didn't have the modern prefix so judged the sticker to be 15 years old. Wondered, if she rang the number with the new prefix added what type of business she would get. Old Bob is probably six feet under clutching that dart board.

Katherine knew he was here now. Could hear his arrogant cocky voice. Yes thats right, talking about her, could get her phone number and more, after the others had tried. "She is waiting for someone and you have no hope" they told Gerald. She would say the same to him, for sure he wouldn't accept that, the arrogant pig and continue with his dribble.

"You look pretty lonely there honey, would you like some company ?"

"No thank you, I am waiting for someone"

"Well here I am sweetheart, you have found me"

"No I am serious, I have already ordered a bottle of wine to share with that person"

"I heard you have been waiting here a while. Looks like they are not turning up ! I wouldn't keep you waiting this long !"

He sat down. He sat down with his half full beer. He had aged. Naturally, it was 12 years ago. He would have been revolting anyway but now his facial skin was full of red veins, as was his eyes. Too much piss and gasping for breath between words to his bullshit.Katherine thought this stage would never end, a stage of many. A crucial stage. It could not be rushed.

"Stop dribbling bullshit and drink your beer" Katherine was thinking. She didn't have to put on any charisma, just listen. This male was fully self obsessed.

"I'll get another beer"

"You might as well have a drink of wine. Looks like you're right. I have been stood up and couldn't drink it all myself"

"Not that shit, I don't want that crap !"

" Oh please, it will make me happy and who knows what will happen then"

" Hm.....pour me one then sweetheart.......God that tastes like shit, don't know how you women can drink this crap"

"It's only because you have had a beer before hand. Have another sip. Taste better now ?"

"Not really, bit will help you drink it"

Gerald decided to get the torture over and done with and sculled the full glass.

"There ! Going to get another beer"

Katherine was shocked ! God, only have half an hour and he will be passed out. Got to get moving.

"Gerald, I can't hear you properly here, my place is a bit quieter. I so love listening to you"

" Hold the beer boys, Gerald is heading home" pointing at Katherine

All planned to a tee, Katherine has it, just didn't realise it would be happening so quickly. Gerald has the passenger unlocked for him and settles into the seat beside her. This is the closest he has been to her and can smell her perfume strongly. Closes his eyes to breath in her beautiful scent.

Opening his eyes, he expects to see the lights of other cars as they move along. A blur. A gray blur. Too close to focus. Pulling his head back he realises he is on the floor looking at carpet. Gray carpet. His hands are cuffed ! Not just wrist to wrist. Wrist to elbow joint, wrist to elbow joint. Can feel the stretch in his pectoral muscles. A leash leading away from his neck, lying on the floor. " Am I collared as well !" Gerald to his astonishment also realises his feet are shackled !

Thought process. This is a practical joke ! Who's house is this. A friends house, but nothing looks familiar.

Stilettos on the wooden floor.

Katherine ! Though not Katherine. Now the hair is tired back, the red blouse is replaced by a black latex top and the black skirt is replaced by a shorter latex skirt. The fishnet stocking are still ther. They go right up to Katherine's waist.

" What the fuck, let me out of here !"

Katherine grabs the leash and pulls Gerald to his knees. Smack, across the face.

"You treat me with the respect I deserve dog !"

"I'm not having any of this crazy shit. Untie me bitch !"

Smack, stronger with a lasting sting.

"Fucken crazy bitch !"

Smack, strong enough to make Gerald pause and think about the situation.

"I am in control now and you will be taught a lesson. You will respect me and grovel at my feet when I am finished with you prick.....Mistress Katherine to you, you fucken shit !"

Gerald tries to struggle, realising very quickly Katherine easily has the upper hand. Another smack and he realises he will have to obey until he gets his chance.

"Right, you probably don't remember me from 12 years ago but you stuck that prick into me without asking shitter !"

Katherine kicks at Geralds cock while holding him by the leash. Luckily for Gerald the kick only had intent to bring Geralds cock to notice.

They are in a living room, who's Gerald is not sure. Katherine's he supposes. Katherine reaches for a brown paper bag in the side table.

"Now it is my turn to stick this cock into you without asking !"

Katherine doesn't pull the cock from the bag. Instead, holds the cock in front of Geralds face and removes the bag, just like a magician removing a rabbit from a top hat. "Da Dah !" All to good effect. Geralds eyes bulge. It is black and nine inches long ! It even has it's own balls and life like veins. Gerald can feel the blood boiling in his veins. He can't take this, he has to escape ! Without warning he rises from his knees, but before he can fully extend to his feet Katherine kicks him in the chest. Not balanced, Gerald flys to the floor crashing heavily, not having his arms to cushion his fall.

"God she is quick !"

Then the feeling of welts on his back. Katherine had a flogger close by and as soon as Gerald hit the floor she started using it to good effect ! Ten flogs in ten seconds ! "Oh ! fuck stop please !"

"Turn over and face me worm"

Gerald struggles to roll over. Katherine's stiletto shoe approaches until it blurs. He can feel the sole placed firmly on his cheek. Removed. The arch of the stiletto ia then over Geralds neck. Pressing.....pressing.

"You will learn to obey me"

"You will learn to be obedient......your answer Gerald ?"

"Yes.......yes Katherine"

"Mistress Katherine.......Say it !"

"Yes Mistress Katherine"

"Right on your knees ! Head down "

Gerald feels cool lube on his arse and Mistress Katherine's finger pushing it into him, prying him open. Gerald has never been penetrated before and beads of sweat are building up even before the stress of the huge black dildo can be felt.

"Don't worry Gerald, you'll learn quickly. You better learn quickly for your sake "

Now no longer the feeling of Mistress Katherine's warm fingers. Now the cold feeling of rubber pressing. Pressing harder. Bursting the seal on his virgin arse. It's in ! He is sure he can feel the rough veins sliding on his tight anal passage, deeper and deeper. Discomfort turns to pain. Beads of sweat to trickles. A grimace turns to a yell.

"There Gerald. all the way in. You didn't give me a choice so why should I, you. Mistress Katherine then pulls some rope from the side table draw, Tightly ties a length around his waist. Another length is tired to the rope around his waist, near the belly button, runs down tightly to the black dildo. Katherine wraps this around the base of the dildo then continues on her merry way between Geralds cheeks and up to the rope crossing Geralds back. Pulling tight before tying off to this waist rope. Gerald lets out a yell. He is sure the dildo went in another inch !

"Well you never gave me a choice either pig !"

"I need to change your behaviour dog. You are full of arrogance and I need to beat it out of you ! No need to move, you are in the perfect position."

Mistress Katherine picks up her flogger and tells Gerald to count. A set of ten.

"You need to thank me Gerald for my efforts !"

"Thank you "

Five quick flogs...."Say it correctly !"

"Thank you Mistress Katherine"

"Better"

Another set of ten and Gerald thanks her straight away. Another set for good measure. Katherine decides to stop, there will be plenty of opportunities.

"Stay there"

Katherine now grabs a broom stick and ties it to Geralds lower arms that are tied wrist to elbow joint, so running horizontally across Geralds back.

"Right get up and lay on your back !"

Gerald obeys quickly

"Nice to see this behaviour modification is already working !"

Mistress Katherine then grabs two lengths of rope, one for each ankle. Bending Geralds knees, pulls this rope up to the broom handle.

"There ! Totally immobilised !"

Gerald feels like a helpless crab. Back to that side table, full of wonderful devices Mistress Katherine goes. Returning with a funnel.

"I want that cock hard or you shall feel the flogger again !"

Gerald is at a loss, totally humiliated, he should be angry, but can feel something burning inside, an excitement he should not have, Hearing the orders from Mistress Katherine his cock does become hard. Katherine now grabs it firmly and aggressively pumps. Gerald is not expecting this but can feel excitement flowing because of the strength of this woman. Mistress Katherine collects the load in the funnel then immediately tells Gerald to open his mouth. Gerald is shocked, "No you have got to be kidding"

"What happened to your behaviour modification slut !"

Slap across the face. Gerald holds his mouth closed.

Slap again. Mistress Katherine then grabs Geralds nose and squeezes, holding the tube of the funnel against his lips. Gerald must open for air.

"Too easy"

Rubber bands were attached to the funnel and wrapped around the back of Geralds head.

"Right time for me to go to the toilet "

Mistress Katherine doesn't remove her fishnet stockings, but pisses straight through them. This is too much for Gerald to comprehend. Humiliated by being forced to eat his own cum, but having it washed down by Mistress Katherine's golden shower. This has broken his spirit !

Mistress Katherine can see this, impressed with her progress, she locks the leash to a mounting point in the wall and unties Geralds arms and releases his legs.

"Your first lesson in behaviour modification dog, many more to come"

He hears Mistress Katherines stilettos leave the room.

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Waste

Written on 29/1/2009

After entering his motel suite, he called the noble mistress, giving her the room number. Thirty minutes later, he heard the sound of a car pull up into the motel’s parking lot. Looking out from behind the curtain, he could see the same lady pictured in the ad. After getting out of her car, she walked over to William’s room. William opened the door and let her in. Measuring him off, Dorian yelled, “ Get down to your knees in my presence, you scum!” Startled at first by her directness, he nevertheless complied with her demand, for this was what the whole session was about anyway. After the male got to his knees, Dorian ordered, “Take off all your clothes now!” William obeyed; she was indeed the boss, radiating control from her entire being. Glancing down at naked William kneeling before her ladyship, she removed a collar and chain, placing the collar about William’s neck. Conquered and defeated, he was now Dorian’s slave, obeying her every command. 

Satisfied with his total denigration, she began removing all of her overclothes, revealing a beautiful dominatrix outfit! Dressed in the same sexy attire pictured in the ad, she had on the best looking corset and boots he had ever seen. Seeing her in black leather, William was elated and turned on. Truly, she was a Goddess with power flowing from every part of her body! 

Pulling a whip from her satchel, she began striking William, causing pain to flow within him. With the pain becoming intense, he nonetheless didn’t complain, for it was her right to do as she pleased. Overjoyed at the sight of his scourged back, she next ordered him to begin licking and kissing her boots. Kissing away, a feeling of servitude overcame him, keeping the man in his place beneath the domination of womanhood. 

As he worshipped her footwear, she threw negative statements at him, “You’re nothing but trash; you’re the scum of the earth, fit only to be on your knees before my very perfection!” With a few occasional strikes of the whip, she continued with the verbal abuse, making William feel quite small. 

A while later, she said, “Stop kissing my boots and come to this side; start kissing my superior ass!” 

William gave the humble reply, “ Yes Mistress.” Kissing her rear, he heard from above, “That’s perfect; as a male, you’re in your proper place; all men must kiss the asses of women; it’s the male’s function!” William kissed her curvaceous and gorgeous ass for over a half hour. Uplifted by all the respect he was giving her, the woman was truly delighted, loving power like nothing else. While bathing in her glory, Dorian ask, “Do you feel small?” Seeing him nod his head, she went on, “How’d you like to feel even lower before my greatness?” 

Looking up into her beautiful, yet stern, face, William answered, “Yes Mistress, I’d like that very much.” As he spoke, he had no idea what was in store. 

Nodding in fear, William said, “Yes Mistress, I’ll do whatever you say.” 

After holding him to her face for a while, she placed him upon the ground and then removed her leather corset. As she removed the leather attire, William looked up to her beautiful Pussy, seeing her giant dark pubic bush! Excited by the sight of her cunt, he began dripping precum. Looking down at him, she exclaimed, “Don’t you think I’m great!” 

Staring upward, the man responded, “You’re the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen!” 

Placing her hands upon her hips, and slightly spreading her legs apart, she stood in the titan position, saying down to the helpless male, “You’re really small, I can do whatever I want with you!” Intoxicated with power, the giant female exclaimed, “All I’ve got to say is piss on you!” As William gazed up at her glorious cunt, her piss began falling, landing directly on top of his head! Humiliated, he just stood there and took it all. Its warm and salty feeling penetrated every fiber of his being. As she pissed away, the lady laughed down at him, enjoying the entire show of domination. Being whole and complete, Dorian’s glory was now at its height. Done with pissing, she said, “There, see what a nothing you are, just standing there in my piss puddles, ha, what a worm!” 

Bending over with one hand still on her hip, the dominatrix reached for William and took him up. Standing straight again, she walked with him in hand toward a house having a large backyard. Seeing an empty pool behind the home, she simply lowered William into it. Squatting down next to the pool, she said, “ I’m not finished with you, asshole, there’s more to come.” Rotating herself, Dorian placed her ass over the pool. While turning her head back, she said, “I’ve got to take a shit!” 

This was too much even for William, the sexual masochist, causing him to yell upward, “Please Mistress, please don’t.” 

“Too bad little penis head, I make the rules around here.”, she said down to him mockingly. 

With a huge smile on her face, she let the load go, burying the man in shit! There was no way he could avoid being hit, for the pool was ten feet deep, making it impossible to crawl out. Shitting allot, she finally covered William completely, got up, turned around, and said down to the pathetic creature, “ Ha, ha, little man, she all the things I can do to you!” As the lady stared down into the pool full of female shit, she saw the side of the pile begin moving. Working his way out from under the pile, he finally emerged, smeared full of shit from head to toe! He never before experienced such humiliation. She, on the other hand, Kept laughing at the sight of him, saying, “You’re really full of shit, aren’t you; just look at you, you truly stink!” Defeated and hurt, William could do nothing save sit down next to the shit pile and cry. Being reduced to nothing but a pathetic piece of waste, the man had to look up not only to the Mistress but to a pile of her shit as well.