She had been a dominant woman for ever, sexually demanding but always wanting more. Years passed and her frustrations escalated, vanilla sex just was not enough for her, one “boyfriend” believed that he was a bit kinky and wanted to bring handcuffs into their sex life, well, it was a start.
Seeing him lying there unable to move, prone and naked his erection throbbing and purple in the candle light. Finally, a real turn on, something has awoken inside of her, in her sex and in her soul. She picked up one of the candles, he looked puzzled, until he felt the burn of molten wax upon his nipples and chest. He cried out, tried to sit up, of course, he could not for he was securely handcuffed to the bedhead, at his request. His cock, however was still hard, despite his protests, he was obviously still horny. They do say that fear is akin to excitement, he only cried out because he was a “typical” male, who enjoyed being in control and on top, he screamed because his pride had been bruised.
She merely laughed and continued to watch, transfixed as the wax dropped from the candle onto his lower abdomen, into the course black thatch of his pubic hair, before the wax burnt the delicate flesh of his balls and penis. She brought the candle vertical, stopping the flow of wax, for now and said, “Well you wanted to try being a bit kinky, didn’t you think that I might have wanted something too? A decent orgasm would be nice!” At this point she felt a new and stronger wave of power course through her, she moved to the head of the bed, swung one leg over his head so that her shaven sex was directly above his face, she sat down, not caring whether or not he could breathe. He knew what to do, which was unusual, he began to lick, slowly at first, moistening her delicate lips, lapping gently at her clitoris. His cock throbbed, the blind eye leaking a pealescant tear, she felt a little sorry for him, perhaps she was being too demanding, she leant forward slightly and was reaching out for his manhood when she heard a muffled “NNNNooooo, don’t” She leant back and ground her cunt harder into his face, he was obviously getting into this, not as much as she was through. His tongue was swiftly and efficiently bringing her to orgasm. As he licked she caressed her own nipples with one hand and began to pinch and twist his with her fingers, occasionally digging her nails into his flesh, he began to moan continuously. After careful consideration she decided that it was his time for release, and when she had reached the very brink of orgasm she leant forward and began to stimulate his raging hard on with swift and firm strokes of her hand, perhaps she was a little rough but it did the job, they both experienced mind blowing orgasms, his cum arched over her hand and spattered her belly and breasts. The sex was over and after that the couple never saw each other again, she knew that there must be others out there with the same desires as her, she wasted no tears on her departure.
Sexual partners came and went, she never called them slaves back then. Her horizons had widened, she dressed in leather, rubber and PVC, wore high heeled shoes and frequently indulged in tightlacing, she had learnt how to wield a whip with ease and precision, she had acquired all the useful attributes of a Dominatrix. One night stands were plentiful and she realised that she could make the men that she brought home into a lucrative business, whilst having a good time, it brought a whole new meaning to job satisfaction! It took months of planning, her dungeon took months to equip, just purchasing the hardware put strains on the bank balance, she took out a advert in ‘Tied’N’Teased’. Mistress was ready to punish, reprimand and humiliate any naughty boys and girls who dared to enter her inner sanctum, and all for a very reasonable price!
Her first slave was a businessman who wanted to be dressed up in pink latex, he was extremely specific and Mistress gladly obliged. Before the dressing could begin, he had to be thoroughly shaven, what self respecting woman would go out without shaving her legs, armpits and any other area? It took a lot of time and effort to lace, zip and squeeze a heavily set man into a pink latex party frock, stockings, suspenders, girdle, panties and stilettos. Finally he was dressed, a blonde wig and plenty of make-up completed the ensemble, Mistress was exhausted but satisfied, he well she, looked great, now it was the slaves turn to work. She began with the slave kneeling over a spanking chair, skirt raised Mistress began with a horse hair flogger, stimulating the nerve endings and tickling his arse, the crop followed, six hard swift strokes caused the slave to cry out, next the paddle was selected only a few strikes were needed before the slave moaned the safe word. The slave’s bottom was red, he wouldn’t be sitting down at all for a little while. The session was over, he was more than grateful to Mistress, he kissed her leather gloved hand, then knelt on the soft carpet of the floor to kiss the tip of her thigh boot. It was a pity that he had to leave, but she had several clients to see. The rest of the first days slaves were uneventful, satisfying for both slave and Mistress but nothing out of the ordinary, one wanted to worship her boots and feet, another wanted to be trampled and the final client of the day wanted to be waxed, from head to foot, Mistress wondered if the slave had any idea how many candles that would require!
The next day was mind broadening to say the least, Mistress received a telephone call requesting a medical scenario, of course the dungeon was well equipped for that sort of thing but there was another request, the slave wanted to bring a friend, Mistress agreed and arranged an appointment. When the two slaves arrived, Mistress showed them through to the dungeon and asked them to wait while she dressed. A short while later she returned dressed in a rubber nurses uniform, white thigh boots and latex gloves. The couple had also undressed, one was very obviously female, extremely pale with wide hips, large breasts with erect plum coloured nipples but the other was a mystery, the genitals were fascinating, both male and female. “Do they work?” Mistress thought out loud. The hermaphrodite just nodded, then looked at the woman.
“Get up onto the examination table”. Mistress could not wait to begin the session. The slave did as she was told and lay on the cold vinyl awaiting her next command. Lifting her legs into the stirrups she stood between the slaves legs and began to cast an appraising eye over her body before turning to the table to instruments and wheeling them over to the slave so that she could see what implements Mistress would be using. She picked up a bottle of scented oil and poured a small quantity into the palm of her latex gloved hand. Mistress began to massage the oil into the woman’s firm, round breasts, the contact making her nipples even harder, the slave moaned, Mistress soon put a stop to that, a ball gag was forced between the full lips of the slave muffling any sound she made. Next the thorough examination, the slave shuddered as the cold speculum was inserted into her vagina, she tried to raise her hips, attempting to fuck the metal as Mistress teased the slaves rapidly engorging clitoris with a pair of surgical forceps. The other slave stood, seemingly impassive, in the corner, until Mistress removed the speculum and the clamps and reached for a straight razor and a can of foam, then, he or she, depending upon how you look at it, rushed to Mistress and knelt before her. “Allow me to lick your boots while you shave her, Mistress. Please” Begged the slave. Mistress just nodded her agreement and continued to raise the slaves legs in the stirrups so that Mistress could shave every single hair and so that the slave could see exactly what was being done to her. As Mistress stood, legs slightly apart for balance, carefully applying shaving foam to the slaves abundant pubic hair she felt something warm and moist on her inner thigh, looking down Mistress saw the hermaphrodites tongue snaking up her inner thigh. Grabbing the slave by the hair Mistress asked in a stern voice, “What the hell do you think you are doing you asked only to lick my boots not to lick me!”
I’m sorry Mistress, you just smelt so good and I didn’t think that you would be angry”. The slave stammered as Mistress leant forward and lifted a crop from the table. The whole session had been extremely arousing so far and she knew that the slave could smell her juices, the pussy felt thick, wet with desire for them both, she had kept herself professional even though it was difficult.
“You will have to be punished, and you slave”, she turned at this point to the female slave lying on the examination table, her legs supported at an awkward angle, “You will have to wait until I have finished with your little friend”.
She grabbed the slave by the hair and grabbed him/her over to a St. Andrew’s cross, after securing the slave, she selected a heavy duty flogger, perfect for the job of reprimanding unruly slaves. Noticing that the slaves cock was rock hard by this time Mistress brought the flogger down hard upon the slaves nipples, chest, stomach, genitals and delicate inner thighs. The slave cried out as Mistress raised red while on the tender flesh. The hermaphrodites cock began to throb when Mistress gently began to tease the slaves clitoris with a latex clad finger as she inserted the handle of the whip into the moist hole. The slave moaned and desperately struggled to escape the straps which bound the slave to the cross. Mistress used the handle like a dildo thrusting it deep inside of the slave, seeking out every hidden pleasure zone within the tight soaking hole. The frustration was too much for the slave and he begged for release. Mistress relented and placed her scarlet lips around his cock and sucked hard, her tongue encircling it’s head and lapping it delicately finally the slave could take it no longer and gave in to a nerve shattering orgasm, both cock and pussy spasming in unison. The slaves creamy juices ran down the whip handle and dripped down over the floor.
The other slave was watching this and could not control herself, she began to rub her clitoris frantically whilst she forced three fingers up herself stretching her hole as much as she could. Moaning loudly through the gag, she brought herself to the brink of orgasm then stopped abruptly, realising that she was being watched. Mistress left the slave strapped to the cross in a post orgasmic haze and stalked over to the examination table. “Well, well, am I ever going to be able to examine you , or will it be just punishment after punishment?” The slave had, in her eagerness to reach orgasm, wiped off the shaving foam from her hairy pussy. Mistress reapplied the foam and set to work, the movement of the straight razor over the slaves sensitive pubic area sent shivers over her body and she started to get wet again. Mistress could smell her, not to mention her pussy dribbling it’s sweet honey, like juice from an overripe piece of fruit! Now that the slave’s pussy was as smooth as velvet, it was time for the “operation”. Mistress selected a sterile alcohol swab from the table of instruments and wiped the cold gauze over the slaves engorged and pink inner lips then Mistress chose a needle from the table and showed it to the slave. She nodded, knowing what would happen next. Carefully Mistress pushed the needle through the hood of the slaves hardened clitoris, she did not cry out, nor did she cry out when the needle was removed and a small ring placed in the hole, she did not even wince when Mistress pierced her inner lips and joined the three rings together with a tiny padlock. “You belong to me now, you may only have sex when I tell you, I hold the key to the padlock”. Mistress lifted a tiny key on a silver chain from it’s warm home between her round breasts.
After removing the gag and allowing the slave to sit up, she walked to the cross and freed the hermaphrodite slave. After attaching a collar and lead, she lead him/her over to a commode stool, without the bucket underneath. Mistress instructed the slave to lie under the stool and to prepare for a drink. “I hope you are thirsty”. Mistress laughed as she released a torrent of hot piss over the slave’s face. Much to her amazement he drank it all, he did not miss a single drop.
The session had been far more than Mistress had bargained for, her horizons had been broadened further and after she had been brought to a shattering orgasm by a hermaphrodites throbbing cock and thoroughly fingered, licked, massaged, dildoed and served by the two slaves, Mistress realised that she needed two permanent fixtures, two slaves who could help her dress, make appointments, answer the phones and generally do all the jobs that were beneath her infinite superiority.
“You won us Mistress, we are your loyal pets, we will do anything for you, please let us remain here with you to serve you”. They said, looking like lost puppies from their position kneeling before their owner. They were well trained, asked for nothing, and pleasured her more thoroughly than any other. They could stay!
