The Day - Part 3

He quickly dried himself, and moved towards the bed.  She said lay down, head hanging over the edge of the bed.  He did so.  She leant over him and told her to worship the cock.  His tongue and hands started to caress the beautiful chocolate cock.  She perused his body, and his cock was semi-hard.  Nice body.  She looked down at his glassy eyes, his mouth and hands, and said to him open your mouth.  He did, and looked upwards at her.  Now I am going to slide this cock down your throat and you are going to accept as much of it as you can. He nodded his head.  She manoeuvred herself over his mouth and slowly pushed in her cock.  He started to gasp, and choke.  She pulled out and let him catch his breath.  She again slid her cock into mouth, down his throat.  She could see the outline of it at the top of his throat.  She pulled back... he gasped, and saliva dribbled out of his mouth.  She said are you ready to take more.  He gasped, and nodded.  She slowly but gently pushed the cock down into his throat and began to deep throat him. His body was spasming because it was calling out for oxygen yet his cock was fully erect.  The Woman throat fucked him for a good solid ten minutes as he drooled and moaned.  She watched the cock driven down into his throat, saw him gasping for air, and then pulled back to allow him a little oxygen before shoving the chocolate cock back in.  His cock was seeping more pre-cum.  He was dirty little slut that loved cock.  She smirked knowing this was what he craved.  After giving his mouth and throat a good fucking, she pulled out, and he leant to the side to catch breath...although his eyes never left the cock.  I said do you want more... he looked up at her, and whispered yes.  She said later.  Time for a drink.  Remove my harness and cock.  He did so slowly, his eyes worshipping the cock, his eyes worshipping the Woman who possessed the cock.

It was 6pm.  She decided he could take her out for a meal somewhere.  They showered, dressed and went out.  They chatted about what had happened over the past 2 years with them.  She noticed this voice was raspy due to the throat fucking, and he was drinking a lot of liquid to soothe it.  She was amused.  

They returned to the hotel room.  He had another engagement that evening but postponed it there and then because he wanted to spend more time with the Woman.  The Woman also postponed another meet and greet.  She still had plenty of time to meet the other kinksters.

She asked him to remove his clothing.  He did.  His cock was rock hard.  She said to him to lay on the bed.  She proceeded to rope tie each of his limbs to the four corners of the bed.  His eyes were shining curious about what the Woman had install for him this time.  She removed her clothes, lowered herself down on to his cock.  She felt his hardness inside her.  She gagged him with a silk scarf that she always carried in her handbag.  His eyes were ablaze with light and lust.  She leant forward, and backhanded him across the face, hard.  He was stunned by the blow as he did not see it coming.  She slapped him foreward across the other cheek.  His eyes watered.  She smiled, as she rode his cock.  She proceeded to slap his face using both hands, backwards and forewards.  He whimpered beneath the gag but none of the hotel guests could hear his whimpering.  She rode him, and slapped him simultaneously.  His cock remained hard.  She spat in his face, called him a dirty slut, a sissy slut, who liked to be humiliated and degraded, and fucked like a dirty bitch.  She pulled his hair, and applied a flurry of lighter slaps to his right cheek, and bit his left cheek hard, all the while fucking him with her velvet cunt.  Then it happened, She felt him spasm inside her.  He orgasmed like the dirty whore She knew he was.  She sat back on to his softening cock, and stared at him intently.  She waited for 60 seconds.  She removed his gag then moved up to his mouth and ordered him to lick her clean.  Of course he did so without hesitation.  She felt the juices flowing out of her, and while he cleaned her with his mouth she decided to give him a taste of her piss.  He guzzled every little drop gifted to him.  She moved off him, untied him, and directed him back into the shower.  She asked him to lay down on the shower floor.  She moved his chest and pissed all over him deliberately missing his mouth.  He was drenched in her urine... and she had a lot of urine to give.  She turned on the shower and had him wash her down with soap and water.  He was happy.  She was content.

She lay down on the bed, and observed his demeanour.  He was beautiful in profile.  He was making her a cup of tea.  It was almost 10pm.  She sipped her tea and asked how he was feeling about their day together.  He responded with a coy smile on his freckled tanned face looking boyish and said it was exceptional, Mistress.  

I said to him it was OK for him to leave now... and that I am pleased he made me a priority for a change.  His eyes glistened, and he came into the Woman’s arms, and kissed her passionately.  They held each other for a while basking in the glorious day they had with each other.  He arose from the bed, dressed, thanked her again, and they both smiled and said goodbye.

When the door closed, the Woman lay back and thought about the experiences of the day.  She had some treasured memories from today with the man and would remember them for a very long time.  She turned to look at the frangipanis... such  beautiful scented flowers.

The Day - Part 2

After some quiet time, She turned to him again, and stroked his face, his hair and kissed his nose.  He looked at her with absolute love.  She smiled coyly.  Let's go shower, I have something I wish to share with you.  He jumped out of bed and went to run the shower for them.  She stood up and moved gracefully to the shower where he waited looking all sexy wet and slippery.  She said kneel, and he did.  She moved over his face and told him to open his mouth, she had a golden gift for him.  She slowly, and steadily, pissed deeply into his mouth,  She could hear him slurping down the gift, trying not to spill the treasure but having some difficulty with the shower water coming down as well.  Her bladder was quite full so she pissed into mouth for quite a while and he drank most of it, while the rest spilled down his mouth and down his body.  He was humbled to be able to taste Her golden nectar once again.  It had been too long.  After emptying her bladder, She felt ready to fuck again.  

She turned around facing the wall and said fuck my arse.  He was surprised as this type of fucking was not of particular interest.  His excitement increased.  He soaped her arse for ease of penetration, and gently pushed into her.  She gasped.  He pulled out, let her breathe and pushed into her arse again.  She relaxed her rectum muscles, and his thrusts became more confident.  She was rammed up against the shower wall and started to enjoy the sensations of the arse fucking.  It was the first time She actually enjoyed this.  She felt stretched but in a pleasant way.  His hands clamped down over her breasts and caressed them as he fucked her firmly and steadily.  His breathing was harsh in her ear, amplified by the shower stall and pouring water and she knew he was close to cumming.  He whispered into her ear how much he loved her, craved her and how he would be loss without her in his life.  Then he orgasmed deep inside her arse.  She squealed a little because it felt like he went deeper than before.  He pulled out slowly and immediately knelt down and cleaned her arse out.  There was residue shit but he didn't care, he wanted to taste him in her and nothing was going to stop him from swallowing the juices.  She relaxed and let him worship her arse.  It was very satisfying.  While he sucked and licked her, she pissed on to his legs.  A wholly delicious finish to the act.

They dried each other off, went back to the bed and fell back into bed to rest.  She was supposed to meet up with a couple at lunch time but decided to postpone as she knew this would be the last time they would be together.

After an hour of resting, they both felt the need to make love, slowly.  He caressed and marvelled her beautiful soft skin.  His eyes made love to her body.  She had her eyes closed just enjoying his touch.  There was not a lot of chat between them as today was just sharing in the sexual energy they felt for each other.  She felt her body responding to his touch, and her cunt started to throb.  This was always the effect he had on her.  Her hand moved down to caress his shaft, and it was hard and silky.  His balls felt tight and smooth.  She guided his cock towards her cunt, gently.  He slid into her with ease.  They moved in rhythm and basked in the closeness, and the sexual harmony.  Their lovemaking was slow but powerful.  There was no hurry to get to the finish line, it was the journey at this moment. Her fingers touched his hair and face, while his hands stroked behind her neck.  They gave each other butterfly kisses all over demonstrating the depth of their love.  As their excitement increased, the pace of their movements became faster both wanting to reach the destination together.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him in deeper... if that was possible.  They're bodies were slippery from his sweat but they remained locked together as they reached their orgasm.  A gentle explosion for them both.  A satisfying finish.

They both decided to order room service just because they did not wanted alone time without others around.  This was their special time together before the Woman left the western state.

They ate two dozen oysters between themselves followed by grilled salmon for her, and lamb shanks for him.  Their dessert was chocolate fudge dessert with cream.  They chatted about life and some of the meets and greets the woman had planned over the next 2 days.  He chatted about his busy work life, and the enjoyment of living in the western state.  It was pleasant... very vanilla but nice nonetheless.

After eating they rested, watched some tv in between small talk, and snoozing.  

At 4pm, She was feeling horny again.  She asked him to bring her toy bag over to the bed.  She pull out her strap on harness and cock.  She said she was going to fuck his pussy arse until he was exhausted.  His eyes lit up with greedy lust.  The Woman stood up, and had him strap her in the harness and cock.  A nice 8 inch chocolate cock, veiny and thick.  His eyes were showing lust, and She looked down and could see the tip of his cock glistening.  She smiled inwardly.  He was still one slutty bitch.  She directed him to pass the lubricant... She had a feeling she'd be using quite a lot as he was salivating at the sight of the strap on cock.  His eyes were riveted.  She asked him to bend over.  His pussy arse looked tight at the moment but later would be gaping and slathered with lubricant inside and out and all over the strap on cock.  The Woman whispered to the man, are you ready to be fucked by a big brown cock, bitch?  He replied, softly but urgently, yesssss.  She moved the cock to the entrance of his arse, and pushed forward.  She held on to his hips, positioned herself comfortably and proceeded to push the lubricated cock into him.  He gasped and shuddered.  His skin was looking blotchy with heat and excitement.  She pulled out, then slid back into him and pulling him on to it.  He obliged.  She began thrusting deeply and he met those thrusts with enthusiasm, grunts, and moans.  He was loving the feel of the hard, firm cock using his pussy arse the way he craved at times.  The force of the thrusts increased as his arse opened up wider accepting its size.  She fucked him solidly, forcefully building up a glow but She didn't care... She was thoroughly enjoying fucking him and hearing his excited moans.  She pulled her cock out of him and told him to turn over and lay on the bed so she could see his face.  She propped his pussy arse up with a pillow, arranged his legs up on to her shoulders, applied more lubricant on her cock, and penetrated his pussy arse again.  She watched him close his eyes in desire. She proceeded to pump again, panting with exertion, but loving that she could see the enjoyment on his face.  His hands were opening and closing whilst gripping the sheets.  His moans were getting louder.  She almost stopped to get the duct tape.  She whispered, do you love being fucked hard in your pussy arse, slut?  He opened his eyes, that were shining, and said yes, Mistress.  I do.  I need this.  I want this.  I crave to be fucked like this.  She smiled.  She kept up the pace and thrust deeply.  He wriggled underneath, loving the sensations, tingling in his pussy arse and all over his body.  She withdrew, slathered more lubricant on her cock, lifted his arse higher, then drove her thick cock down deep into him.  He gasped at the strength... and then met her thrusts with his own.  He was delirious in his sexual excitement.  She saw his own cock was leaking pre-cum all over his cock and stomach.  An awesome sight to behold.  She fucked him steadily for another 15 minutes.  Their skins were gleaming with perspiration but they did not care... it was pure animal lust.  Him wanton.  She giving.  She pulled out of him and walked towards the shower.  She turned her head and beckoned him to follow.  She directed him to turn on the shower again.  She stood under the water, and washed her cock slightly.  She told him to kneel in the shower and suck her cock clean.  He obliged.  He licked the cock like an ice-cream, savouring his pussy arse taste, the lubricant and the warm water.  She permitted him to do this for 10 minutes while she washed the perspiration and lubricant off her body.  She turned the shower off, and had him dry her off... he tried to remove the harness and cock, and she stopped him.  No. We haven’t finished yet.  We are going back to the bed. 

The Day - Part 1

It had been two years since they had seen each other...the sexual tension was ever present in their intermittent communications.  Unfortunately they lived thousands of kilometres from each other.  The distance and the barriers were preventing them from ever coming together...permanently.

The Woman had decided to visit the western state to attend a FemDom event.  She informed him of the date/month she was looking to arrive.  He replied and said unfortunately he would be travelling overseas at that time and would not be available to meet up with her.  She understood... and with disappointment said, perhaps another time.

Meanwhile, the Woman prepared to make her journey to the western state to meet up with likeminded.  She advertised in various groups in the western state informing kinksters she was visiting and would love to catch up to have dinner and drinks with anyone who may be interested.  As usual, she received a huge interest from males of all identities...and a couple of messages from Femdoms who were keen to catch up with her as they had heard about this Woman's reputation.  The woman planned her itinerary incorporating coffees, dinners, visiting a dungeon and a couple of plays.  She was excited about the upcoming visit but a little sad she would not meet up with 'man'.  

The man sent her messages on occasion stating he loved only her, he thought of her often but his life was too busy for anything too serious with her... and others.  She smiled, and was fine with his focus and life choices.  He had chosen his path, like herself, and perhaps in the future they would come together for a blissful time, or not.

Everything was planned she was leaving in three weeks.  

Two weeks flew by.  She was communicating with a couple of chaps, and one of the more prominent FemDoms in the western state.  Everyone had plans for the impending arrival of the Woman.

On the Thursday evening, a message came through from the man.  There was a change in work plans and he said he was free on the Saturday night to see her.  Her heart leapt.  The excitement escalated at the possibility of actually catching up with him as this was one of the main reasons she was visiting the western state.  However, Saturday did not suit her due to an event.  The only free time during her stay was on the Sunday... other than that she was booked out for the rest of her stay.  

She informed him that Sunday evening suited.  He agreed although he said he would have to shift something around s so he could meet her.  She smiled.

She arrived in the western state on the Saturday morning.  Feeling tired from the long flight.  She was staying at the Hyatt Regency in a beautiful suite.  She decided to spoil herself.

That afternoon, She met with the prominent FemDom for a coffee and chat.  It was awesome.  That evening, she was to be collected from the Hotel to be taken to the Dungeon.   The Woman was so excited to be in the western state meeting other kinksters, and to catch up with the man the next evening.

The evening flew by.  Lots of chatting and play.  Another memorable time with likeminded.  The Woman was driven home by the prominent FemDom's minion.  She arrived in her suite about 2am.  She showered and felt refreshed.  Sleep was much needed.

She awoke at 10am in the morning to the gentle knocking on the room door.  She felt exhausted but dragged herself out of bed, to open the door.  When she opened the door, a lovely bunch of frangipanis were pushed forward, with a deep voice greeting, hello.  She was startled, puzzled, and looked past the scented flowers.  There he was... the man.  The Woman stepped back, and laughed, and welcomed him in.

The man closed the door.  The Woman moved into the room and surveyed the man.  He was still ruggedly handsome... and tanned.  They looked at each other and smiled.  His eyes were aglow.  She opened her dressing gown and let it drop to the floor.  She was a beautiful woman.  The man moved towards her and took her into his arms.  They kissed passionately, the lust arose like lava spilling out of a mountain.  He pulled back, and she said, take off your clothes.  He did so but deliberately slow in doing so.  Still the exhibitionistic slut.  The Woman walked over to the bed and lay down.  He walked towards her in his beautiful nakedness, cock hard, body hard, breathing heavily.  She opened her legs and he saw her shaved cunt glistening from excitement.  He slid into her easily.  She murmured...her eyes looking at him.  He lay down on her and they fucked like hungry animals.  It was primal.  They gripped and scratched.  She pushed him off and sat on top of his delicious hot throbbing cock and rode it like her life depended on it... all the while they looked at each other, no words, just panting, murmuring, grunting, and moaning.  His hands reached up and he grabbed the back of her neck including her wild hair and pulled her down onto him again.  He sucked her luscious chocolate nipples.  He sucked hard, and the pain was exquisite.  They were both so wet, his cock kept slipping out of her cunt.  She mewled in frustration she didn’t want to lose his hardness but she was so wet... it couldn't be helped.  He moved his mouth to her mouth and sucked her tongue, bit her lips, and breathed her.  His hands were tight in their grasp of her and she accepted his need for her as much as he accepted her need for him.  The passion was so intense between the two of them, it was almost indescribable.  They fucked intently for 30 minutes...they were the only two in existence.  They sucked, licked, bit each other, scratched, clawed, pinched, grasped at each other.  She pulled away and told him to finger fuck her... he teased her labia lips, and softly stroked her clit gradually becoming firmer.  She gasped as she felt her orgasm building up.  His fingers moved faster as he felt the Woman was close.  She pulled his lips down to hers, and moaned into his mouth as She orgasmed.  She clawed his shoulders deeply.  She then demanded he enter her cunt again, and cum.  He did so without hesitation.  His strong shaft pushing back into her soft, sweet, musky wetness and as he looked at this beautiful Woman he orgasmed deep inside her.  His body fell upon hers and he recovered from the pent up lust that had built up over the few weeks.   She whispered into ear, now go down there and clean my cunt... make sure all our juices are licked, and I am clean.  He nodded, smiled, and moved down to finish the final part of their fucking.  She laid back and watched him.  Such a beautiful creature he was but knowing she could never fully possess him the way she wanted.  Once he had licked her clean, she pulled him back up towards her and they kissed with longing.

She turned to her side, he followed and they spooned.  No talking just basking in the afterglow of the passionate lovemaking.

Interlude - Freedom or Control?

I stood before Her gazing at Her knee high boots i could not lift my eyes lest She chastise me.  i knelt at Her feet and asked Her forgiveness it had been 10 days now since i had returned and not been able to serve Her in real time!  She kicked my chest and told me to clean Her boots, i immediately started licking!  i realised that this Woman, this Supervisor Femdomme was my owner, lover, and Mistress and that i was Hers!  She attached the least to my collar and led me through the dungeon door...

She led me through an open door to an open field i was free at last but strangely, it all felt out of place!  Alas, i did not want to leave Her or Her Feminine warmth and control!  It as something i could not say in words just a feeling!  i threw my caution to the wind and turned around and went back through the door!

*written by sub dave*

The Warden

*written by slave alicks*

In the penal system it is not uncommon for strong feelings and a relationship to develop between a jailer and a prisoner, the emotional connection often begins with compassion for the plight of the servile prisoner and through shared experience a relationship may form, however in this case the connection is one of a D/s type dynamic where the suffering of another is the catalyst for emotion.

In this story the jailer is the FEM and the prisoner is the male, she is well built and strong, her disposition is stern and reserved...he is lean and tough...

She is a senior warder with significant influence, she has seen a great many injustices and administered many beatings.

She wields her power with discretion and she enjoys her position...

There is a significant under current of homo-erotic violence present within the walls of the prison, both from the guards and the prisoners...the threat of rape and torture is ever present...when she witnesses such scenes she blends into the background...her dark smouldering eyes capturing every moment and indiscretion. 

There is a hard core of ruthless prisoners that control the prison, they enjoy they're privileged position with her consent...they do not understand her motives but they respect her integrity.

With the aide of this influence she holds her position of power over all that inhabit her domain, including the other guards and administrators.

She enjoys seeing prisoners being broken and sent to the solitary confinement cells...it is here that she exerts her real presence!

On arrival at the cells the prisoner is stripped and beaten...hosed down with cold water and put in wrist and ankle cuffs.

She watches from above and directs the male guards to inflict her will...

Finally...the prisoner is left to suffer in the silence and darkness of the cell.

She later returns to "Check" on the prisoners...and test their resistance...

It was during this time that a certain prisoner had caught her eye...he was strong and determined...he had suffered at their hands but was determined to survive....he fought his way to her heart...he had no idea of the reaction that his struggle instilled in her...she was aroused by his toughness...his lean muscular body and his striking blue eyes...

Then...after a particularly brutal beating the prisoner was sent to the cells for some "Counselling".

Whilst in her care they formed a bond...as he lay naked and chained on the cold concrete floor, she stood over him and smoked her cigarette...she knelt down and caressed his brow before pressing his head into the floor...he struggled against her force, but she was intense...she slapped him across the face and spat in his mouth...she used him as her ashtray and subjected him to many painful and degrading experiences...

She accused him of abusing her and instructed the guards to restrain him...as she approached him, she did not look upon him...she stood just inches from him...her breath caressing his face...she drove her knee in to his groin...he slumped in agony and cried...she punched him in the stomach and he dropped to the floor...she then proceeded to kick him as he struggled...

She later returned to comfort her helpless prisoner...as he huddled in the corner she became aroused...her commanding presence instilled fear in this man...she removed her baton from its holster and proceeded with caution...she proclaimed that there were two options available...he could accept her advances or suffer the consequences.

With swift and brutal  force she attacked him...his hands bound by the steel restraints...she pinned him to the floor and raped him with her baton...

She had shown her true colors...her penchant for the perverse...and he had passed her assessment for a suitable match.

During the coming months she was promoted to Warden, with this position she was entitled to administer significant privileges...but as with everything in this life, there was a cost.

She protected him from the general population and secured his affections...with time he began to crave her sadistic touch...

When finally his parole hearing was due, he confessed to her that with no fixed address there would be little chance of his release.

She decided to accept his servitude in return for his release.

On the day of the hearing it was decided that the prisoner would be released in to the custody of the Warden, he would be required to adhere to strict regulations as set down by the board and any failure to comply would result in a return to the general population to serve out the rest of his sentence.

He was humbled by her charity and devoted in his service. 

When they arrived at her residence it was dark...it was a remote location not far from the prison...there was a small stone cottage with a stable at the rear...

The prisoner was left bound in steel shackles and locked in a cage...the Warden enquired as to why the prisoner had consented to such an agreement...was he sure that this life would be any better than that left behind...with time there would be answers to this question and more...

It was a cold night spent locked in the stables...the prisoner was hungry and scared...as he checked his surroundings he saw implements of punishment and evidence of cruelty...there was a bull whip coiled on the wall and a branding iron resting by the furnace...where was he and what had he done...

When the Warden returned to inspect her prisoner she informed him that this was in fact a working farm and that he would be required to work for his living...there were horses to be fed and stables to be mucked out...there were grounds to be kept and domestic services to be attended to.

But firstly...the prisoner would be inducted in to her realm...starting with the stables...she instructed him to muck out the stables and that she would be back to inspect his work...he labored for an hour shoveling shit and mounding it in the corner...he remained naked and shackled...beads of sweat ran down his back...when she returned, she stood in the doorway and cast a shadow over his world...she took the whip from the wall and uncoiled it in her hand...she wore riding boots and leather gloves...she cracked the whip and instructed him to stand in the corner by the dung...he turned his back and complied with her instruction...she beat him with her whip until he collapsed to his knees...it was then that she relented...as she approached him she kicked him between his legs and forced him into the pile of excrement...she knelt in his back and told him that this was now his place...he was nothing more than an animal that would be kept in the stables and broken by her hand... 

From this torment there would be no release...no privilege or favor...only punishment and pain...

The Story - Part 23 (Lust)

Lust; To have an intense desire or need: "But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has committed adultery with her in his heart"...

Lust - Part 1

The next day the Mistress informed her slave that his next virtue was Lust...and that as he had lusted after the switch...he would learn what it meant to be faithful...she took him down to the dungeon and chained his collar to the wall...she put his cock in strict bondage...his cock cage was tightly attached...his chains were locked to his ankles and wrists...the cold heavy steel would become a burden to him...and she knew it...he did not struggle...he was in her realm...she told him that that he would have to masturbate for the next 8hrs...she did not care if his cock was hard...or if it hurt...she would demand that he obeyed her...she told him that she would test him...that she would hurt him...that in the end he would thank her for his tuition!!!

The Mistress sat back in her chair...and the slave began to wank...she watched him for a while...she spat on his cock for some lubrication...what a generous Mistress...his cock was hard...and it strained against its cage...he worked it hard for her...she told him to cum for her...he worked his cock for 10min...before he came...it spurted onto the floor...and his Mistress wiped it up and fed it to him...he licked it from her fingers...and she slapped his face...now start again boy...the slave continued...and the Mistress soon grew tired of him, she left him to his task and ventured upstairs...when she returned an hour later she brought with her a bottle of sauce...sweet chilli sauce...by now the slave was limp...but he continued to pull...the Mistress inspected her slave and told him that she had something to spice it up for him...she took a handful of the chilli sauce and rubbed it onto his cock...at first it felt warm...his cock grew hard from the attention of his Mistress...but soon it became hot...the chilli burnt into his cock...the slave moaned...and the Mistress looked into his eyes...he could see the satisfaction in her soul...a tear ran down his face...she grabbed him by the throat and kissed him...he looked at her with lust...he wanted her...but she was hurting him...he did not really understand his feelings, but he knew that he must obey her...he continued to rub his cock...the burning increased...it was now limp...and his Mistress chuckled to herself and thought what a pathetic bitch he was...she sat and watched for another 15min before leaving him to his fate!!!

He was in hell...his cock was on fire...and there would be no escape...he wondered what his Mistress would do next...after 4 hrs of constant wanking...his cock was getting raw...his hands were sore...and the weight of his chains were making his muscles strain...the Mistress entered the room to inspect her slave...she told him that maybe she should give him a hand...she took his cock in her hand and squeezed it tight...it was shrivelled and withdrawn...she held it between her finger and thumb...and pinched it hard...the slave bucked...his chains rattled...and she smiled...she told him that maybe he needed some inspiration...she said maybe she would get him something to watch...she went and got her laptop and logged onto some hardcore gay porn...there she said ...that should do it...now my little faggot bitch...you can wank to some gay porn...and see what a real man can do...the scene was of a fit hung guy...getting his cock sucked by another...she enjoyed it...it made her wet...she watched as her slave masturbated to the porn...his cock grew hard...she laughed...what a faggot you are my pretty bitch...look at your little cock...trying to get hard for the boys...you disgust me you piece of shit...you lust after anyone and anything...you have obviously not learnt your lesson...

She stormed out of the room...only to return a short while later...this time she brought with her a chopping board...and a knife...and a clove of ginger...she told him that it was time to meet his maker...she carved out a sound from the ginger...a thin slither of ginger designed to impale his cock...she fashioned it to inflict as much pain as she could...the slave looked on in disbelief...he was scared...he trembled at the thought of this spear penetrating his cock...his Mistress looked him in the eye...an evil glint...she could sense his fear...and she took hold of his cock...and spread his urethra open wide...she placed the tip at the entrance...and she drove it home...the slave screamed in pain...and the Mistress shuddered in ecstasy...she impaled his cock with her spear...the pain was intense...she held him until he stopped shaking...he was crying...tears running down his cheeks...then she told him to wank...

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Lust 2

…and wank he did.  The burning ginger was unbearable and he so wanted to use a safeword but of course in this this relationship there was no safety net to fall back on, he belonged to Mistress and only she could stop the suffering.  His wanking was becoming a bit half-hearted.  Mistress was amused but bored and decided to remove the spear of ginger with a tweezer.  She sat down, squeezed slave’s cock slit, and inserted the tweezer to pull out the ginger without snapping it off inside.  Slave was relieved the obstruction had been removed.  Mistress was still in the mood to torment her slave and directed him to get on his hands and knees.  She carved a finger-thumb shape out of the ginger and inserted it into his arse.  The ginger was protruding slightly as was the intention, then Mistress duct taped his arse shut so the ginger would not fall out with any squirming slave may do.  The burning sensation started off slowly and intensified.  Mistress ordered slave to turn towards her in a kneeling position.  His wrists were still in chains.  She moved to her tool bag and returned with Icy Hot, a product similar to dencorub.  Slave was perspiring as the burning in his arse became hotter, and he was moaning in extreme discomfort.  Mistress slapped his face and told him to shut up and stop his whining.  She reached down for his flaccid cock, looking rather pathetic and applied a generous amount of Icy Hot to both his cock and balls.  Slave’s eyes flew open in alarm.  Mistress sat back, and said, show your Mistress how much you like to wank over others.  He was not achieving an erection.  Slave started and was groaning in pain, tears were running down his cheeks.  Mistress moved towards him and slave winced not sure what she was going to do.  She removed one of her generous breasts from her bra restraint and let him suckle on her nipple.  Both his arse and genitals were on fire but he felt slightly soothed by the comfort of his Mistress’ breast.  He loved her nipples… She was indeed generous.  Pain and Pleasure combined.  Even though his cock and balls were burning, he became semi-erect.   

Mistress stroked his cock with a fingernail and he winced in pain and immediately went soft again.  He was feeling tender and wanted the torture to stop yet not.  Mistress whispered, “slave nuzzle into your Mistress’ cleavage”. Easily distracted, slave sniffled and then buried his face into his Mistress’ breasts.  They felt so soft and smelt beautiful.  Mistress encouraged slave to continue wanking and so he did.  He pushed through the pain for her, and he became hard.  Mistress stroked his hair and whispered how well he was doing…the pain she was gifting him combined with the pleasure was how their relationship would progress.  Pain and Pleasure would go hand in hand now.  She was training him to associate pleasure with pain.  He murmured, yes Mistress.  She moved back slightly and kissed his lips then suddenly twisted his left nipple.  He whimpered but accepted.  Slave’s cock was hard.  Mistress nibbled his left ear lobe and he groaned with pleasure, Mistress immediately scratched the right side of his face.  Slave’s cock was dripping… it looked red, raw and angry but it was seeping copious amounts of pre-cum.  Mistress wiped the precum with her finger and pushed her finger into his mouth.  He sucked her finger with lust, she pushed another finger into his mouth and licked his face.  He groaned with pleasure and Mistress then grabbed his balls and crushed them in her hand.  He jolted back, and screamed, then whimpered.  Mistress immediately pushed her tongue into his mouth, he visibly relaxed and intertwined his tongue with hers.  Her hand reached up to his neck and tightened while kissing him.  She heard his gasping for breath but she suffocatingly kissed him.  Lust.   

Mistress could tell he loved all that she was doing to him even though he was in pain.  He was suffering for her pleasure, his lust was strong for his Mistress… he hoped she would fuck him later…he really hoped of course it was her prerogative to do so or not. 

Mistress commanded slave to get on his hand and knees again.  She ripped the duct tape away from his arse tearing some hairs out in the removal.  Mistress chuckled.  Slave whimpered again.  What a fucken wuss.  She took hold of the ginger finger and removed it.  The area around his arse hole was very red.  Mistress flicked the area with her finger which elicited a squeal.  She told slave to kneel again.  His arse was burning and his erection had subsided after his Mistress stopped teasing him.  She went upstairs and returned with a bowl of milk and directed slave to place his hand into the milk then apply it to his cock and balls.  This treatment was to help soothe his pink bits which were really rather RED bits at the moment.  Mistress was very amused… amused by the colour, his pain and his lust for his Mistress.  slave needed to learn he must only lust after his Mistress… unless she directed him to fuck another but he would have to visualize that it was his Mistress he was fucking. 

Mistress walked upstairs again, returned 5 minutes later with a bowl of ice cubes.  There you go slave apply those to your genitals…for 15 minutes without removal.  Slave’s eyes widened.  Oh no.  Before slave placed the ice cubes on to his cute bits, Mistress had brought down a needle shaped sliver of ice.  She told slave to get on his hand and knees again… and the cold sliver of ice was inserted up into his arse, deeply.  It would melt up there and trickle out slowly.  slave grunted at the coldness entering him.  He sat down and placed the bowl of ice on his cock and balls.  For 15 minutes.  Mistress opened her legs.  She was closely trimmed and her Cunt was open and wet for slave to view.  She stroked her clitoris, and slave licked his lips.  She moved her chair closer, and slave could not take his eyes off her beautiful Royal Cunt.  It was glistening with wetness… then her scent reached his nostrils.  “Do you love your Mistress’ cunt, slave?”  No hesitation from slave, “yes very much Mistress”.  “And who will you only lust after, slave?”  “You, Mistress Neta, no one else…ever”.

15 minutes was up, slave was ordered to put any unmelted cubes back into the bowl.  Slave looked grateful for the relief.  He looked humbled.  Mistress leant forward and caressed his face, and smothered him in kisses.  Well done my baby slave, you endured a lot today… I just have one more final sweet torture for you.  slave thought it was all over… had he not endured, accepted everything his Mistress had done to him.  He bowed his head and whispered, “I’m ready for anything you require of me my Mistress”.  Mistress smiled.  She went to her tool box and returned with her stationery mini pegs.  She had slave lay down and she applied 10 pegs on either side of his cock which was coming to life again even after all the punishment it had endured.  Mistress then did a smiley face shape with 20 pegs on his balls.  He was in pain.  These little pegs had a nasty bite and 40 in total were sending shooting pains all over his body.   

Mistress then moved on top of her slave’s mouth and said “make me cum slave”…she sat on his face fully and his tongue penetrated Mistress’s sweet Royal Cunt.  He was in pain in his nether region but with his Mistress on his face the pleasure she was giving him and receiving took him away from those little peg biters.  As he licked her Cunt with vigour, Mistress flicked off one peg at a time.  As the blood rushed back to each area, slave grunted in agony. Mistress’ wetness was seeping all over slave’s face… the excitement of hurting her slave made Mistress hornier.  Slowly she continued to flick the pegs off his tender bits.  She was grinding down on slave’s nose and mouth loving that she was cutting off his breathing intermittently as well as causing discomfort to his genital region.  She felt herself close to orgasm.  She had another 15 pegs to remove… she was having fun.  She saw a little blood from the removal of the pegs but it wasn’t anything too serious… he’d heal.  Finally all pegs were removed, and Mistress engulfed his cock into her mouth, and thrust her Cunt further onto her slave’s mouth.  She had taught her slave to enjoy pleasure and pain together and it was mind blowing for him.  He knew he was extremely lucky to be in service to Mistress Neta.  Damn slave’s cock, balls and arse were aching, stinging and tender yet he continued to ache for his Mistress.  Lust.