She

She is behind him. Above him.

He can feel her hands on his lower back. They are warm, but he shivers anyway.

He tries to contain his movement. He wants so badly to please her.

There are clamps on the fleshy bit where his scrotum meets his body. They hurt. They are relentless. No matter how hard he tries to ignore the pain, it is always waiting in the wings for him to lower his guard.

That's why he likes the hand. The hand feels so good.

He's tired. She's been doing this for a long time. His arms and knees ache. He trembles a little from his growing exhaustion. The clamps hurt so much.

That's why he likes her hand. The soft, commanding touch that turns his mind away from his hardships. His thoughts lean into that touch as the hand traces down his back. His nerves, drink up the sensation. It fills his mind, even though he knows that's a bad idea. He knows he should resist, because as soon as she can feel his senses open completely...

Crack! She spanks him. It's a hard blow, one that no doubt purples his already reddened skin. And the second that pain leaves, the clamps are in his mind, mocking him, breaking him. He doesn't feel the strength to fight them much longer.

He wants so badly to please her. He loves her so much.

He begins to whimper from the pain.

She coos to him and resumes stroking his bottom. He must have taken thirty such blows by now, and his ass must have been marked, even with only her bare hand. She hits very hard.

He can't see any of this. He is always to look straight ahead. He learned that the hard way. The marks he received in the process weren't made with her hand, and took two weeks to fully disappear. On his hands and knees, he looks ahead unless she says otherwise. "I'm giving you the gift of my touch," she said when teaching him, "you should be happy with that alone." She struck him with a cane between each every word.

So he can't see her now. He can't see her eyes. He can't see her face. He uses her eyes like a lighthouse to guide him through a perilous darkness. Her look of pleasure is his magnetic north.

The pain from the clamps is winning. He feels like he’s going to cry. Worse, they have been on for a very long time. He knows that they long ago starved the relevant nerves of blood, numbing them out. He knows when the clamps come off, and the nerves wake up, that the pain he feels then will be far worse. The idea conjures such real terror, that he bites his tongue to hold in his safeword.

He crams his mind into the inch of his flesh under her fingertip.

One hand becomes two. One on his lower back, and one gently brushing the head of his cock.

The hands feel good, so good.

He wants so badly to please her.

And then the hand on his back is gone, and he feels the rush of air as she makes her backswing.

He flinches, trembling with fear.

But the blow never comes.

And then her face comes into view. She is smiling. His heart swells.

"How are we doing, little boy?"

He whimpers, just managing to hold back an open cry. "It hurts Mistress."

"You're doing very well, you're making me so proud, so happy..." She places a finger under his chin, lifting him to his knees. As his hands come free, she catches one and feeds it into her panties. He can feel the dampness within. His cock twitches as she finishes her thought "... So wet."

He takes a deep sharp breath as his lust fills him.

"So, can we keep going?"

He wants very badly to stop. He feels so weak. He hurts, and he wants to stop hurting. But she's smiling. He loves her smile.

"Yes, Mistress, if it pleases you."

Her smile, her eyes, they turn sinister, covetous, malevolent. She whispers in his ear, her hand sliding under his belly to touch his cock. "Good, because I don't want to stop until there's nothing left of you."

Without warning, she yanks off the clamps.

The agony is like a bomb going off in his head. He seizes up, going tense, and then as limp as a rag doll. He collapses to the floor. He shudders in pain, and tears begin to roll down his face.

"I love you, Mistress,” comes his plea for mercy.

She merely smiles, stroking him as his spasms subside.

"There there, little boy. Catch your breath so we can start again."

She looks down at the broken boy below her, searching out the next tender spot for her clamps.

The Pleasure – the slave

The slave whispered “to give YOU my submission, Mistress”.

The slave had been searching for a power exchange relationship for a very long time but had failed so he sought out vanilla women who were strong-willed.  He would have his kinky sex with them but was not satisfied for too long.  He continued his search knowing someone was out there to satiate his yearnings.

He came across the Mistress on a site.  He watched her, observed her interactions and proceeded to make contact.

The slave was fair haired, fair complexioned, and muscular.  He was a quiet soul but was opinionated when required.

The Mistress and the slave negotiated a scene… an extreme scene which would last all day.  Safe words, signals, activities were discussed at length during the negotiations and both parties understood what was being sought.

His arms and hands were beautifully sculpted, his thighs were strong and lean.  The slave’s nipples were always protruding and just yearning to touched in many ways.

Part of the negotiation discussions included various types of activities the slave would like to experience.  They were degradation and humiliation play, strap on fucking, restraint and blood play. 

The slave’s cock was average size, firm and very pretty.  The Mistress looked forward to torturing it later in the day.

His arse was nicely shaped but needed to firm up a little more.  Some arse exercises would be placed on his training program.  She looked forward to fucking that sweet piece in time.  She had a feeling he was one slutty bitch who yearned her cock.

The Mistress’ primary interest for this slave was to enslave him totally.  However, this plan would take time as she perceived a stubbornness in his face and knew it would take a long while for him to give his full submission.  She was in no rush… she had a few years to truly enslave him.

His body was V-shaped.  Stunning.  A prime specimen of a male.  He kept himself fit and well, and was single-minded in whatever he put his mind to.  She liked this type of male but he was a rare specimen, and not many males like him crossed her path often.  He was going to be a challenge but she was patient. 

The slave was chained to the brick wall and was very aware of Mistress’ presence and his heart  pounded so fast. The precum he was creating was dripping, almost too much to bear, but he remained as calm as possible because it was going to be long day for him, and the Mistress.  He needed the energy to endure for this magnificent Woman.  The rising excitement was almost too much tolerate.

His mouth and lips were deep pink and generous, and the scent he exuded was earthy masculine.  His eyes were, at varying times, either a cold or warm blue depending on what was going on within him.  At the moment, they were soft and warm. 

The Mistress leant forward and placed her hand under his chin, and lifted his face to hers, she smelt of Chanel No. 19 and musk.  A delectable combination.  She spoke quietly “slave, are you ready for your journey?”.  “Yes, Mistress Neta”.

The Pleasure - The Mistress

A visual of the Mistress.  She is 5’6”, solid figure but strongly feminine, in the way she holds herself and the energy that envelops her.  She is confident but demure.  She is not afraid to speak when required.  In fact she tends to hold back often as she can hurt others’ feelings with her acerbic tongue and so prefers not to take the route unless its warranted.

She is an ebony-skinned Woman.  She has chocolate brown skin with blemishes, scars and stretch marks on parts of her body which are indicators that her journey in this Life has been tough.  She is proud of her appearance, and this manifests itself in the way she walks, talks and interacts with others.  She has reached her 50s now and still she attracts males of all ages.  At times, she is surprised at the numerous males who gravitate towards her for all sorts of reasons.  Her colour, her appearance, her confidence, her body, her breasts, her legs, her energy, her age, her persona, her sexiness, her dominance, her maternal side, to fuck her. 

She has curly black hair, shoulder length, which is now flecked with grey, giving her an elegance that is natural.  She wears it mostly in a bun or pony tail. 

The Mistress entered the BDSM world 7 years ago.  And took to it like a ‘duck to water’ or a ‘guinea pig to grass’..  She was in high demand and did consider becoming a Pro Domme but decided it was not her way… she preferred to enjoy males for her pleasure NOT so much for theirs.  It took her a while to find her feet in this complex, layered world of Kink.  She travelled interstate to meet other Kinksters and connect with submissives and slaves.  It was an interesting time although not as satisfying as she initially thought.  Many of the males were too tame for her.

The Mistress had strong features, beautiful kind brown eyes and the most beautiful smile with gorgeous white teeth.  Her laughter was infectious and loud.  Her voice was audible and distinctive due to her accent and audibility.  People recognised her voice…everywhere.

She was older now and her energy was focussed on many activities in her life but she would always have time to fulfil her kinks.

Besides her loyal submissive, she liked to taste other boys at times.  She liked handsome males… yes, she was superficial when it came to males she wanted to hurt.  Looks were important to her coupled with a sense of humour and a degree of high intelligence.  If males did not engage her properly, she would dismiss them.  It was rare for males to truly engage her and this would only occur if they studied her profile and interactions around groups and discussions.  If males approached and were only interested in a spank and then sex… she dismissed them.  The Mistress chose who she wanted to fuck, and was very selective about who she would allow to touch her.  Many males had tried; most failed.

The Mistress loathed arrogance, and cock-sure males although she was fine with a little cheekiness.

This Mistress had a body that would have been described as a “brick house” back in the day.  She was evenly proportioned, even as she aged and her body expanded, she still remained the 'hourglass' shape.  Her breasts were generous sized although not as perky any more, her waist had expanded but was still curvaceous, her arse was medium-sized and firm.  She looked striking for a Woman in her fifties!

Her lips were full and luscious, her eyes glinted often with amusement, with nurturing, with fire, and with love.  They are expressive eyes and usually inform the observer of how she is feeling at that moment… if she allows them to see her inner feelings.

Today, she was wearing a red and white floral dress.  The top part of it was tight fitting and clung to her breasts, waist and stomach like a stocking, and from the waist down the skirt part, flaired.  Very womanly, very feminine, very sexy.  She wore 6 inch black, silver studded heels with painted burgundy toenail polish.  A very effective and powerful vision for the slave who was chained to the wall.  A spectacular vision.

Her hair was worn out, black, curly wild afro.  The Mistress wears glasses.  She hardly wore make up, occasionally mascara and dark eyeshadow.  Today, only mascara, and blood red lipstick. 

As she towered above her slave, and he looked up at her, he noted she had her leather handcuff bracelet on her right wrist as she always did in every scene she conducted, or event she attended.  She was also grasping her red riding crop and had her favourite delcrin cane was leaning against her throne.  A vision, and a powerful presence emanating from her being.  She smiled as she spoke softly but firmly to the slave, “whore, why are you here?”...

The Pleasure

His face was red and shiny, sweat pouring profusely down his face, hair darkened by the excessive sweat.

Mistress stared down at him chained against the brick wall.  Seven clothes peg zippers were attached to various parts of his body including his cock and balls, and it was obvious his body was consumed with pain.  He was sweating because of the pain piercing areas of his skin.  He continued to sweat and endure…no safeword from him was emitted. 

Mistress smiled at his endurance, his strength, his stoic-ness.

20 minutes had passed… minimal time.  Another 10 minutes, and she would remove the clothes peg zippers.

Mistress leant forward to slave’s face and spat on it.  Saliva splattered over his face.  Mistress was most amused watching her spit trickling down his face.  She then proceeded to give him a healthy face slapping – 10 in a row, 5 slaps either side.  Tears rolled from his eyes but he remained quiet even though his lips quivered.

His excitement was evident to Mistress.  The slave’s cock was dribbling precum.  Such a sexy masochistic slut.

Mistress moved towards the slave and he flinched as he was uncertain what would happen next.  He had negotiated and consented to this scene wanting to experience a variety of pain, and Mistress accepted the responsibility to give him what he craved.

10 minutes had passed, and Mistress decided to remove one of the zippers from his arms.  She grasped the lace and rippppppppppped it from his left arm.  He whimpered in pain, his arm shook…his cock continued to dribble.  Mistress laughed quietly.  "OK, slave I am going to remove the zipper from you cock… are you ready?"  A soft groan emerged from him, and without hesitation, Mistress grabbed the string and pulled it off.  Specks of blood appeared on his shaft, and Mistress wiped the blood with her finger and then stuck the finger into mouth for him to suck it clean.  He murmured “thank you, Mistress”.  He was grateful for her generosity.  While he was thinking how much his cock hurt, Mistress pulled the zipper off his left arm.  He yelped.  slave then screamed when Mistress took hold of his sweet protruding nipples and twisted them savagely.  He tried to move away but was chained to the wall and there was no way to escape…unless he called his safeword.  Slave was whimpering… and while he was so caught up in the throbbing tenderness of his nipples after the vicious manipulation of his nipples, Mistress removed both clothes peg zippers from his thighs simultaneously.  He screamed, and his head slumped forward.  His body felt hot, tingley and relieved.  He waited for the pain to pass...it took a while.

Mistress sat back in her throne and waited for the all consuming pain sensations the slave was feeling to subside.  She watched closely.  She smiled.  She was excited.  He had two more zippers to be removed starting from under his nipples down to his waistline.  Mistress stood up, and slave froze.  She slowly walked towards him and caressed his collar bone, kissed his forehead, took a step back and closed her forefinger and thumb around the lace.  She slowly pulled down on the left-side zipper…pop pop pop…slowly.  Slave writhed in pain.  Mistress continued the removal as she grasped his hair in her other hand and pulled.  She loved the power, and he loved feeling the helplessness.  She took hold of the right hand zipper, the last one, and again, slowly pulled it away from his flesh.  He yelped, whimpered, and dripped copious amounts of precum.

45 minutes had passed.  Slave looked exhausted.  Mistress smiled. 

Mistress sipped her drink, and said to slave, I have a treat for you.  He looked up at her, his eyes slightly glazed and said “thank you, Mistress”.  Mistress showed him a glass of her Nectar with the bitter taste and smell of asparagus  "Drink, slave".  Mistress put the glass to his lips and poured the drink into his mouth.  He drank what was offered, and only spilt a little but continued to consume his Mistress’ Nectar until every last drop was gone.  Mistress put down the glass, returned to slave and slapped his face 10 times for wasting her Nectar.  She was unimpressed.  He should have been honoured to consume her Golden Nectar and not spilt a drop.  Not good enough in her opinion. 

Mistress decided before he was to be unchained, she would place a hood over his head… and flog him with her very special rubber flogger.  Mistress proceeded to flog his thighs for ten minutes… relentlessly - soft, hard, fast, slow.  He writhed to escape the flog strokes but could not avoid the sadistic implement.  Once the flogging had ceased, Mistress removed slave’s hood, scratched his cheeks with her long manicured nails before leaning forward and kissing his lips.  Mistress used her booted right foot to press against slave’s cock and balls and exerted pressure until he whimpered.  What do you say slave?  He replied “thank you, Mistress Neta for your kindness, you have a generous spirit”.

Slave was unchained, and left to tidy himself up for the next part of their time together…

The Story - part 13

She blurted it out it was fucken awesome.  Mistress smiled.  She said you were right he is

beautiful and confident and experienced.  Mistress continued to smile proud of hearing such positiveness about her slave.  The switch continued to chatter about how feminine slave made her feel, she felt vulnerable beneath him, he was confident in his control, his touch was firm yet gentle.  She wickedly smiled at me and said, perhaps I could submit to him regularly with your permission of course.  Mistress smiled, and said no.  He is my slave and this was a one-off experience for him.  Sorry, switch friend but I possess him; his mind, body and soul are mine.  No more sharing of him, well except for a male or two occasionally.  The switch shrugged, and accepted my response.  slave walked in freshly showered, he knelt down at his Mistress’ feet, head bowed.  Mistress requested he make fresh coffee and cut up the madeira cake for our afternoon tea.  Make up a fruit platter as well.  Slave loped away in his sexy way, and the switch watched him with pure lust.  Mistress was amused.  Chat continued on whilst slave was preparing refreshments.  Mistress was entertained by the pure lust in switch’s eyes as she tried not to watch slave.  Mistress turned occasionally to look at her slave and admired his fine physique.  Yes, he was a fine specimen and he was lucky to be in her service as she was a very fine FemDom.

At 5.00pm, the lovely switch departed and thanked Mistress and slave for their hospitality.  slave closed the door with a smug look on his face.  “Kneel slave”, which he immediately did.  And, Mistress slapped his face so hard he lost balance and fell to the side.  Then she leant forward and pushed him backwards.  he fell flat on to the floor.  Go to your cage and wake me up at 7.30am tomorrow with breakfast.  Mistress walked off, went into her room, and closed the door…

slave retreated to his cage, content with his service to his Mistress...yet somewhat confused as to her cold response. She had sent him to his cage and slammed her bedroom door...he was unsure if she was happy with how the day had gone...it was she who had requested this of him...but he felt he had let her down...Mistress laid back in bed and thought about her day, she had enjoyed watching her slave fuck the switch...but she felt that he had been disrespectful to her...she felt that he had enjoyed himself and that this was not what her intension was...the purpose of this scene was for her to watch...and the switch to enjoy...the slave was merely a participant in her construct...and this concerned her...tomorrow...he would need to be taught a lesson!!!

In the morning the slave went about his usual routine...up at 6.30am...prepare Mistress's breakfast at 7am...and serve her at 7.30am...he did so lovingly...with precision and dedication...but to no avail...his Mistress was in no mood for light chat...he woke her gently...and she shooed him away...he knelt by her bed and held her breakfast for her...after 15min she sat up in bed to receive her breakfast...and was most disappointed...her coffee was cold...her porridge was lumpy...and she was not impressed...she threw the bowl of porridge at him...the thick sticky mess dripped down his face...he flinched...but he did not respond...she told him to get out and do it again...he immediately got up and returned to the kitchen. He cleaned himself up and re made her breakfast...he took particular care to make it exactly how she liked it...he returned to his Mistress's side and waited...she looked down her nose at him...she said nothing...so he waited...when she spoke....Mistress informed her slave that for his tardy performance...he would be punished!!!

Mistress enjoyed her breakfast and her slave knelt quietly by her side...he could tell that she was angry...and he was nervous for what might happen next...when Mistress finished her breakfast she told her slave to clean up the kitchen and report back to her...when slave had finished his chore...he readied himself...he sensed that there was trouble...and he reported to his Mistress.

Mistress was seated on her throne...he knelt down before her...eyes down...and waited...she was dressed in a beautiful black leather trench coat...double breasted with silk lining...it was perfection on her...she had commented when he bought it for her...that it was even more comfortable than her dressing gown...she was stunning...Mistress slipped on her knee high leather boots...and she was ready!!!

She put her heel on his chest...with her toe resting on his chin...she ground her heel into his chest and told him to kiss her boot...he took her boot in his hands and kissed it...she whipped him across the face with her crop...she told him that she was not impressed by his performance yesterday...she told him that he had shown disrespect for her and love for the switch...she whipped his face again...and asked...do you love the switch?...No Mistress Neta...Whip...do you love your Mistress?...Yes Mistress Neta...Whip...we will see...slave...Mistress sent her slave to the dungeon...and told him to wait for her...when she arrived he was standing at attention...trying to show his respect for his Mistress...she entered the room...it was darkly lit...Mistress told him to face the wall...she came up behind him...and pushed his face into the wall...and whispered in his ear...today my slave you will learn the meaning of respect...you will submit to me...and you > will consent to  my actions...Yes Mistress Neta...Mistress then chained her slave to the wall...it was cold...and he was scared...Mistress paced the room and took her time...she knew that with every second that past...the intensity would increase...she took her flogger from where it hung on the wall...she ran the tails through her hand...and she lined him up...she did not speak...she was done with that...and she started...Whack...the first lash...the flogger whistled through the air...and it stung...the slave tensed...his muscles strained...and he grunted...he knew that he was in for a beating...he had not seen this look in his Mistress's eye before...and it scared him...but he was strong...and he knew that he would serve her well...the flogging continued for an hour...his back was on fire...he could hardly stand...and his Mistress took her leave...to refresh herself...she left him there and went upstairs...after 15min she returned...and asked her

slave...Who do you love?...You, Mistress Neta...Why do love your Mistress?...Because you are so kind Mistress Neta...You think I am kind?...Yes, Mistress Neta...Even though I beat you?...Yes Mistress Neta...We will see...slave...

 Next the Beautiful Dark Mistress took her cane from where it rested...she enjoyed the cane...because her slave feared it so...she enjoyed how effective it was in correcting bad behaviour...she enjoyed the sound that it made when it struck him...she enjoyed the pain that it caused when it caressed him...she enjoyed his screams...as she connected with him...he was her slave...her possession...and she could do whatever she wanted to him!!!

And proceeded to hurt him with other implements because she was enjoying herself immensely.  Inflicting such beautiful pain on her slave.  How cleansing for his soul to hurt, scream, moan, groan, whimper, cry and accept that this was what his life was to be, forever more,… to please his Mistress in any way she wanted and needed.

Heavenly...?

One night while sleeping alone in my bed, dreaming of all things latex and kinky stuff....I awake to realise I was not alone in the room. It was still very dark, but there was a sweet aroma in the room. It was a mixture of sweet perfume and my favourite smell of....latex. It couldn't be my secret stash of rubber, as that was locked away in trunk so nobody could ever find it. So, I knew there must be something else in that room.

There was a blinding flash and instant pain....the next thing I knew was that I still had my eyes closed and I was in an upright position with my arms stretched out above my head. I also could feel a cool breeze on my whole body, I must be naked to the open air. I slowly opened my eyes, to find the room was still dark, but enough light was in the room from flickering candles on the walls. Bare stone walls.....and bare stone floor and ceiling....where the hell was I?

I looked above to find my hands were outstretched in old fashioned cuffs attached to chains to the ceiling.

My feet were also in cuffs attached to the floor and spread apart too....and yep, I was naked except for....a metal device that seemed to be locked around my cock and balls. Who the hell has done this to me?

It was then I started to hear the click click of someone walking towards me from behind....again came that sweet smell of perfume and latex....my cock strained in its new device.

'Are we comfortable?' the sultry voiced purred at me.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, this female behind me shoved a big cock-shaped gag deep into my mouth before I could utter a sound and quickly strapped and locked it around my head. Then she blindfolded me too....'too early for your eyes to be allowed to see my beauty and your future', she said. It was at this point that my mind was racing quicker than my heart beat.

She started to walk all around me....caressing my naked flesh.....then stroked the cage around my cock, 'you better get used to your new friend as your cock is now MY cock, you have no use for it anymore'...then she stroked the crack in my ass. I tensed up, so she gave me a hell of a smack across my cheeks making me shout out into my gag.

'You'd better not tense up, as you won't like what is going to happen next if you tense up', she softly hissed at me.

With that I felt a cool liquid being poured down my ass and between my cheeks.

What the hell is happening to me, I didn't have a choice as I couldn't move, couldn't see and couldn't complain or scream.

She started to rub her latex covered hands and fingers up and down the crack of my well lubed ass....I tried as much as I could to relax. She started to probe my hole with here finger....it felt sooo good. I wanted more....she did not disappoint. Then came two fingers, then three....stretching my hole.....felt heavenly, but I've never had more than three fingers up there before....so I was already at my limit, feeling full, but strangely with no pain or discomfort this time. What lube had she used? This was starting to worry me, was I dreaming all this...was I still asleep in my bed?

Nope....as she smacked my ass with her other hand to remind me that she and I was most definitely here, wherever we were. 'MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHH', was all I could scream.

Then I felt her starting inwards with all four fingers gently in and out....this was incredible.

'Are you ready for my whole hand?' she asked.....as if I had a choice....at this point I realised I was shaking and sweating buckets....never ever thought I would ever get fisted.

'Here we go now', she purred.....as she slowly took four fingers out, then tucked her thumb inside her hand...she slowly inserted all her fingers....I felt so tight, but still no pain.....the pressure was so intense, I thought she was about to rip me apart when....my ass seemed to suck her whole hand in. The feeling was...................

*A story I came across somewhere in the past.  Very appealing to me.  Thank you, Batman.