‘You have 15 seconds pet, I suggest you use it fully.’
‘No, I won’t do this.’
‘Your choice.’
The seconds ticked away, he felt time stretch impossibly long, waiting.. waiting. Wondering. He looked at Lara and thought she looked impossibly sad. And he felt guilty, guilty for failing to please her, but she had asked something that would be impossible for him.
‘I’m sor-’ The end of his sentence cut off by the swish and smack of something hitting him. He screamed, then realized that the initial pain was only beginning for it seemed to well up from inside of him to burn and throb. He struggled to catch his breath.
‘One.’ The sadness in her voice caused him almost as much pain.
‘You know, he has the entire 15 seconds in which to choose a moment to strike, so you won’t be able to prepare, to be ready. Could it be so bad, to do this for me, to please me?’
Ding.
He considered, he argued with himself knowing deep down that it was wrong for him to do this, it went against everything he had ever believed, and yet. To please her, to have her smile and tell him he had done well was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Swish, smack. He screamed again.
‘Two.’
His eyes were beginning to water.
‘Please, don’t do this, please. I have learned my lesson I won’t ever touch myself again. I will be a good boy.’
‘But pet, to be good you must be obedient, and you defy me again and again. I want to be proud of your skills when I lend you out, knowing that you will please all that I lend you to. That includes the use of all of you, your mouth, your hands, your cock, your ass. For they are MINE to lend, you have no say and I will train you correctly.’
‘No.. not this, please. I will take my punishment, but don’t make me do this.’
Ding.
Brad gently brushed his cheek with end of his cock. ‘Just do it, it will be easier on you if you choose now. You will do it eventually.’
He whispered, ‘no.’
The seconds stretched on, he tightened against the blow he knew was coming, but it didn’t help, in fact it may have made it worse. He wasn’t sure.
‘Three.’
By ten he was openly sobbing and begging to go home, but he was resolute in his refusal. By fifteen he was incoherent, screaming with each strike, which moved to a new area each time. His ass, glowing by now was no longer the target, stripes had appeared in the backs of his legs, angry purple welts appearing wherever the leather hit.
Lara grabbed him by his hair, pulling his head back. ‘Open. Open your mouth, you stubborn idiot. I don’t want you damaged because of your own stupidity. Do it now or you won’t sit for a month. OPEN!’
He did and felt something filling his mouth. He tried to protest but couldn ‘t, he was effective gagged. She continued to hold his head as Brad began to slide in and out of his mouth.
‘Cover your teeth with your lips, or you will bite him. You really don’t want Master Ted to hit you for the whole period. That’s better.’
His scream when Master Ted struck was considerably muffled. He was finding it hard to breathe around the relentless rape of his mouth. He would gag whenever Brad pushed in too far. He tried pulling his head away, but Lara had him firmly by the hair.
‘Use your tongue, roll it around the crown.’ He tried, but couldn’t seem to get it right. Plus the condom made things weird. It felt as though he was sucking a funny shaped hot dog in a sandwich bag.
‘Hold still for a minute Brad, I know you are trying to help but he can’t figure out what to do if you keep trying to stab his tonsils. Now, explore the shape of him with your tongue. DO IT or so help me I will have Ted concentrate on ONE area!’
He tried, sucking in a bit and then trying to follow the edge of the flared bit with his tongue, first the top, then rolling his tongue off to find the botTed. He heard Brad gasp and was terrified that somehow he had bit him.
When the flurry of blows didn’t begin, he figured he had done something right. And he continued. He tried to think of it as a fraternity prank, where you had to guess what something was when you were blindfolded and had your hands tied behind your back. His tongue continued to explore and he realized that if he drug his tongue over certain spots in a specific way he was always rewarded with a gasp. And being able to make Brad gasp made him feel strange. He felt somehow powerful, that this person’s pleasure was his to give and control. He tried sucking and working his tongue like he had before, but that was more difficult. Plus with Lara holding his head, he couldn’t get the movement he wanted. He kept trying and was surprised to feel her let go. Now he could concentrate. He wanted to hear that gasp again. He did and when he got it just right, Brad moaned.
He tried to do it again, but found it more difficult, Brad was moving slightly, trying to get more and more of his cock inside of his mouth. If he went too far, then the gagging started again, but if the push was slow gentle, he could suck and move his tongue around. He found himself wanting to hear those gasps and moans more often and he began moving his head up and down faster, sucking and licking. He was rewarded with more moans and little grunts of pleasure. Brad’s thrusts were getting harder and he vaguely heard him ask his master for permission.
‘Granted.’
Brad grabbed his head and thrust deep into his mouth and held himself there. He could feel his nose pushed against Brad’s belly as he tried to stop gagging as Brad came. He felt strangely powerful in that he had controlled someone else’s pleasure that way. And he was aroused by that power. He knew that if he tried, he could prolong their pleasure or tantalize them on the edge of orgasm. He liked that thought.
He felt Brad withdraw. He hung his head down for his neck was tired and he quietly smiled.
‘You didn’t have to be so stubborn if you were going to enjoy it so much.’ He felt her unbuckling the cuffs and untying him from the table. ‘Go home and get a good nights sleep. I want you back first thing in the morning. We are having group meetings and I think you could help out. Don’t bother dressing, you won’t need any clothes.’
He made his way home and fell into bed, naked. He slept and dreamed.
He dreamt of faceless women, worshipping their feet for scarce words of compliment. He dreamt of Lara, her face, her breasts, her thighs, the smell of her musk on his face. He dreamt that he was buried between her thighs, struggling for breath as Master Ted used his ass. In his dream, he begged. He begged to be used again and again. And he sighed with pleasure whenever she ordered it. He dreamt of Master Ted’s cock, what it would feel like in his mouth, making him sigh and gasp. Making him beg for release, how he would feel to give permission for the Master to cum, to play his cock like a fine instrument.
He woke up in the morning feeling strangely satisfied.
He showered and shaved, carefully checking for stubble. He ate breakfast naked, feeling more than a little naughty at that. He realized that he was hard, but it had become such a normal thing for him, he almost didn’t think about it.
He walked over to house, amazed at the quietness of the neighborhood early on a Sunday morning. Plus, the fact that he was crossing the backyard bare-assed naked and wasn’t even giving that much thought. Lara met him at the door and sent him into the kitchen to help with the breakfast chores. It seems that Lara and Taylor had volunteered to have club meetings at Taylor’s now that the dungeon was finished. Today was the day for Dominant and submissive support groups. Seems they would take place in separate rooms, where each could let their hair down in the company of their peers. These meetings took place on a monthly basis. The morning passed quickly and soon it was time for the meetings.
Taylor asked Lara if she could borrow him, she needed someone to help with the contest in the Dominants discussion. Lara smiled, and told him to run along and do whatever he was asked.
He followed Taylor into the living room, evidently the submissives were in the dungeon. She asked him to lie down on his back on what looked like a weight bench with his arms at his side and his feet along the two legs. She began wrapping him in cling wrap. She started at his chest and wrapped him loosely to the bench, working down his body, leaving his cock waving in the air – his balls loose, then his thighs and finally his legs to the legs of the bench. He could move a bit, but then she put on another layer and movement was out of the question. He was completely encased in plastic except for his head and his privates and he was beginning to get nervous.
‘Lara, do you have the camera? Good. As you know, we have a contest for the door prizes every month, this month we have a lovely deerhide flogger and a walnut paddle. We are giving the flogger for the most artistic use of clothespins and the paddle is for the greatest number of clothes pins used. As you can see we have a willing volunteer. Lara, could you gag him so he doesn’t bother the subs downstairs with his screams. Thanks.’
She put the ball gag in his mouth and smiled at the panic in his eyes. ‘I want both of those so I will be making a real effort since the competition for this stuff is always tough.’
And they started. It seemed that he was to be their victim, clothespins applied to his cock and balls by each person there. He tried being stoic about it, but by the second person, he was moaning in pain with each clothespin. The pain began to blend into one big throbbing ache after about fifteen pins. Each effort was carefully photographed and the number of pins counted. The removal was almost worse than the application as the blood rushed into places it had been denied.
Some people wanted two goes at it since one try was for artistry, the second for count. Lara was last, she carefully covered him in clothespins for her try at high number, the end result looking somewhat like a wooden porcupine. His pleas and begging for release were incoherent due to the gag and no one was paying any attention to his tears except to comment to Lara that he looked cute all weepy. He just knew that his cock was going to be black and blue. The welts on his butt and leg were bad enough, it seemed nothing was sacred. Finally all the pins were removed and counted and Lara had won with a margin of 10 pins more than anyone else. She started her try at artistic, carefully placing the pins in symmetrical designs on his scrotum. She ran her hand over him, smiling and asking at his groans, ‘tender my pet? Think of all this attention, other subs would be flattered.’ She continued running the pins up his cock in a spiral, finishing with circle around the crown. She carefully threaded a string through the clothespins on his cock and two others through the ones on his balls. She tied the strings into a little bow, just under the head of his cock. Then her creation was photographed.
‘Now pet, time to have them off at last. You have been complaining so prettily while we took the others off one by one, I thought you might like to know what it is like to have them all off at once.’ He began shaking his head, but it did no good and he shivered at her smile as she grabbed the strings and pulled.
‘Oh dear, I think the subs probably heard that one around the gag. Let me check to see if they are ready for their door prize.’
He didn’t hear that comment, his concentration was on the flaming shaft of pain that was connected to him. Waves of pain throbbed, it felt as if it were on fire. And yet, it throbbed and dripped, hard with arousal.
He felt himself lifted and carried down the stairs, vaguely aware, buried in his own misery. Someone was blindfolding him, then stroking him, which brought new whimpers of pain. It felt as though someone was putting a condom on him. Jagged spears of pain resulted from every touch.
He heard Lara whisper, ‘No, you do NOT have permission, so don’t even ask.’
He felt someone over him, grasping his cock at the base, making him whimper and then he slid into a tight warm tunnel that caused his cock to scream at every movement. Someone was sitting on him and he was inside of them. The pain was initially excruciating, then began to fade into the not/pain of intense pleasure. He felt himself on the verge of orgasm and in a panic began thinking of anything and everything to stop that from happening. He felt rhythmic contractions around himself as the stroking finally stopped. He sighed in relief that he had managed to hold back, even though his balls were throbbing.
The person who had sat on him and used him moved off and his blindfold was removed. He realized he was in a room full of men and women and he had no idea who had just taken him. Lara carefully pulled the condom off of him.
‘Now my dear, the group wanted to welcome you into our midst, sort of our baptism.’ She grinned hugely at this and several people laughed. He just looked confused as he was picked up again and moved. This time to a different part of the basement. Taylor came down and carefully cut away much of his wrap, leaving his arms and legs immobile, but the rest of him was exposed. He realized that most people were naked and were lining up. He panicked again.
Lara walked over and straddled him, ‘You know my dear now that you are mine and that I can choose to have anything I want done to you. Anything, by anyone. Remember that, never question it, never doubt it. You are mine, I will use you as I want or discard you.’ With that she squatted over him and released her bladder. The warm urine coated his cock and ran over his body. All the women in the room followed one by one to do the same. Then the men surrounded him, took aim and let loose taking care to soak every bit of his exposed skin as he tried to seal his mouth closed from the outrage. She looked on and smiled.
Then they abandoned him, except for Lara, who carefully cut away the rest of the plastic wrap and told him to clean up the mess and THEN shower. She wanted him reminded of his status while he cleaned.
He found her later upstairs and knelt at her feet.
‘All tidied up downstairs?’
‘Yes ma’am’
‘Good, go and get a bag of ice out of the freezer. I need you to not be hard for this and you seem to have no control yet.’
He did as he was told and was actually grateful for the coldness, his cock and balls still throbbed for its’ ill use earlier. When he was soft, she carefully pulled his balls through a ring and then fitted his cock into a little cage. The whole thing swiveled down to line up with the ring around his balls. She slid a pin through the ring behind his balls and the one in front of it. Then she put a small lock on the pin.
‘I am going to be gone for a few days and don’t want you succumbing to temptation. This will keep you nice and well-behaved. And I know that you will be thinking about your date with Master Ted next weekend. Now run along home, we are done with you for a few days.’
Continued
Originally posted 2011-01-12 14:21:30.
Ms Strict 14
Female Led Relationships - F/m Fiction, Male Chastity, Feminization Stories, Female Domination Erotica, Femdom Photographs