As she enters the train car she sees the nude frame of a man wearing a heavy black burlap sack over his head -- cinched at the neck with a purple rope noose. It rocks slightly with the rhythm as it moves along.
Her eyes follow the loose end of the rope along the middle of his back and soak in this fine specimen with his strong exposed shoulders pulled wide, extending his already naturally broad frame. She looks over the defined muscles of his arms and forearms to discover wrists bound and tethered tightly to the poles of the overhead compartments on each of the opposite sides of the car.
Her eyes dart to the sumptuous curvatures of his buttocks. She stares at the definition of the lines at the happy spot between the bottom of his ass and the top of his thighs, moving down his strong, wide-spread legs, their ankles bound by manacles. He is chained with very little leeway, the bars holding their seats securely to the floor.
Her body quickens in anticipation and the edges of her lips curve upward into a most devious smile of approval as she walks up close to him. Careful not to touch him, she wedges her body between the space separating his right arm and leg, continuing her visual inspection from the front. Well-defined but not overly muscular pectorals and abdomen with a man-scaped small happy trail that leads to a semi-hardened length. It rests, to the left, over clean-shaven testicles.
She licks her lips as she approvingly examines her new -- unmarred -- canvas. "The Ladies will love this one for sure; it’s about time we had some fresh meat,’ she thinks as she turns from him, leaving this car for the next.
He hears the door open and close and then hears nothing more for a few moments. He is bound there, wondering how he got himself into such a predicament. Unable to see, unable to speak, he thinks quietly ‘Well, you’ve done it this time, haven’t you?’ Even through the silken panties shoved into his mouth and under the duct tape securing them in place a typical knowing smirk crosses his lips. Under that burlap sack. He raises his eyebrows and despite his positioning he manages to shrug his shoulders thinking ‘Nothing to do but to see where this leads me!’; he feels a rush of anxiousness.
His anticipation grows as he feels the closeness of someone to his right side and a warm breath wafting gently over his ribs. The person crosses the threshold from his back to his front. He pauses, waiting, yearning for some sort of input -- a touch, a word, anything to clue him into what may be to come. He hears nothing but the sound of the door in front of him, opening and then closing.
Out of frustration as well as curiosity, he yanks and pulls at the bindings on his wrists and ankles but discovers that they are quite secure against his mediocre efforts to free himself. He musters another shrug as the train seems to slow and come to a halt. Worry creeps into his mind, ‘Wait, I’m naked, and I cannot move. The train stops; what is going on?’ The gravity of the situation hits him, knocking him out of his cavalier attitude and into a small panic mixed with a thrill. His senses reel as he hears the doors open on the left side in front and back of him and feeling the cool air drift by him.
~
Passengers enter the car with light chatter and giggles as well as “oo’s and ah’s” as they see this man presented to them. They take their seats along the side walls of the car as the doors close again and the train begins to move forward once more. The chatter dies down as everyone settles in for the ride. Ladies yank chains to direct their subs to kneel in properly safe distances away from the man hanging in the aisle. Several zipper sounds and the rustling of gathering things fill the air.
Once they are well on their way the door to the front opens. A Lady enters, heels clicking as she walks straight for the man. “Ladies and Gentlemen, on the menu tonight is this fine new specimen! As you can see he is a blank canvas on which you can paint whatever you wish tonight. But before we get started,” she says and then points to one of the male subs present, “You, crawl here. Then remain on all fours for a moment.”
The sub complies, crawling to the area just before the man; he stops and assumes 'the requested position'. She steps upon his shoulders and his lower back as she places her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. She leans against him, her covered breasts resting to both sides of the rough burlap sack that is scratching his cheeks roughly. His nose fits perfectly within her cleavage and he takes the brunt of the small discomfort. Once comfortable against any possible fall, despite the rocking of the train, she reaches behind him to grabs the loose end of the noose, loops and secures it with leaving a little slack near the top ring-bolt in the ceiling of the car.
She feels the man nuzzling his face against her and she yanks on the rope, pulling it taut. His face immediately retracts; he knows instinctively he has overstepped. Once she completes the last portion of his bindings, she steadies herself again on his shoulders. She digs in her nails as she dismounts the boy who’d been holding her up. She looks down at the supporting sub who now has a half-inch divot mark on the upper and lower back. She smiles and directs him silently with a hand gesture back to his Mistress’ feet. The sub complies as the Lady smiles and nods appreciatively toward his Mistress.
The now-dismounted Lady leans up and whispers into the suspended man’s ear, “You will hang tonight for your crimes! As your body weakens, the noose above you will tighten. It’s just a matter of time. You ALL break in the end. Enjoy.” Her voice is seductive, her words are threatening, their blended juxtaposition leaves the man perplexed. Does he even attempt a noise in agreement or denial, or does he just remain silent accepting his fate? His body adjusts, chest out, back straightened; it is a physical response seeming to mock Her, as his mind doubles-down.
‘They will not break me, I can remain in this position all night long. Ha! Bring it on!’. These thoughts do not and cannot escape his lips, and perhaps the better for it, but the cues his body renders are all too familiar to all those present. They are prideful and his stance is well-read, instantly, by the Ladies. They smile and nod with devilish grins and plotting eyes.
“And with that, Ladies and subs, enjoy your feast!” the Lady who is hosting says as she takes her seat to enjoy the show.
~
His body lowers slightly as the words pierce his brain. ‘How many people are here? Who are these people? What will they do to me?’ As these thoughts race through his mind he tries to muster his confidence. ‘Well, if it’s Ladies, there’s not much they can do to me in the way of hurting me. I guess I’m safe in that regard! How bad can this be? I can take what they dish out. Surely?’
Sunday, March 2, 2014
A Day To Remember Part 2 by Steven
This is the second part of a Trials Punishment (Guilty of being on the victorious subs' "Name that Tune" team)
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Last week's Confession: Puppy had been sent to his room to await further instructions from his Mistress after she had explained to him that he will be trying something new and that this day would be a day to remember.
Part Two
He placed the apron back behind the door before he put his head in his hands. Despite his best efforts he knew that his one small mistake was going to be paid for somehow.... but how?. She said that it would be something new. Something unknown...
The excitement and nervousness flowing through him at this point was incredible. He began pacing slowly back and forth across his room wondering what it could be.
"Puppy, i can hear you up there. Calm down" she shouted
He knew that his pacing would be uncontrollable and since the excitement was killing him, he knelt down in his Mistress's preferred kneeling position for him -- on the cushion close to the bedroom door.
A few moments later he heard Her begin to come up the stairs. His ears perked up and his smile grew wider...eager like a dog upon hearing its owner's car door shut as she returned home from work.
"I'm glad to hear that you have settled down, but I was actually quite enjoying the fact that you were squirming up here, Puppy. I'm going to place you in your cage for a while and let you ponder further. I'm nice like that, aren't I?."
He simply replied "Yes Mistress"
His cage was a custom build, put together by one of his Mistress's other pets, a skilled designer and craftsman, of wood. It was a good two meters in length and one meter in width. A thin red cushion ran its length, and it opened and locked from the top. The only position possible whilst in this cage was on all fours.
He stepped inside and assumed 'the position', awaiting the sound of the door shutting and of the lock sliding into place. It was always a shock when he felt the initial brush of cold steel against his back, but this soon left his mind. He raised his head to see out of the cage.
"I'm going to place a few items in front of you here, Puppy. Your cage will give you some nice thinking time to ponder some possibilities."
He nodded intently before replying "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress"
She laid the following items out neatly in front of him:
One blindfold
One ball gag
One set of cuffs
Two zip-lined rows of pegs (each containing six pegs)
Two wax candles and a lighter
"I'll be back in a while. Just remember, Puppy, that If you do good for me, I'll be inclined to reward you and perhaps also I will forget your little mishap earlier."
He didn't know how long he would be left to ponder and to wonder, The hourglass of excitement and nervousness seemed to turn in the favor of nervousness. He of course knew what each item was used for, but how would she use them -- and where would she use them?
What felt like an hour passed. He didn't know for sure...
He heard the door unlocked above him. "Okay! Out you get, Puppy!"
He stood as instructed and stepped out of the cage, placing his hands behind his back. He stood in a complete state of vulnerability -- just as she liked him to stand.
She grinned. Then her soft yet commanding voice said..., "Someone seems to be happy to see me, Puppy."
Her gaze was focused directly on his throbbing hard cock. It was good that he was naked because his clothes would have had a tough time attempting to keep it contained.
He had been hard the whole time he was in that cage, his perverted mind continually crawling with ideas. Any state of mind that he was in was, of course, intended by his Mistress.
She pointed at the floor without saying a single word. He instantly took his place, kneeling in front of her. She attached the leash to his collar and the cuffs to his wrists before leading him out of the bedroom.
"Now, Puppy, you know that I have had this room locked for a good week or two whilst work has been on going. You'll be happy to know that the work is now complete."
She proceeded to pull the tape covering a sign on the door, revealing the words "Correction Room". She entered, with her Puppy following close behind.
After entering the room, She yanked the leash upwards signaling to him that he should stand. He stood up and looked around. His jaw dropped, Every corner of the room, every single inch, was arranged cleverly -- organized but not cluttered. It was obvious to him that this had been custom-made for her needs.
The center of the room was bare (or so it appeared). A strong steel hoop was fixed to the ceiling. She attached both cuffs above his head through the hoop. He was nicely secure, tight and not going anywhere soon.
"You've seen enough for now, Puppy", she smiled.
As she tied the black blindfold at the back of his head his last sight was that of complete delight written all over his Mistress's face.
He then only heard her heels -- tapping against the floor as she walked around him. He tried to keep track of where she was in the room; it was no use.
She would pause nearby for a moment and then trace her nails across his chest (or back) every so often, and then grope his ass or slap his erect cock.
His moaning becoming louder and more frequent. He replied to every slap with a groaned "Thank you, Mistress."
"I've heard enough, Puppy," she said placing the trusty leather ball gag into his mouth. She fastened it with the buckle at the back of his head, nice and tight.
"Ah, that's much much better. Now I said that I wanted to try something new with you, Puppy...."
He drooled and responded in the best possible way "mshlurp yesh Mishtresh". Her infectious laugh pealed out, obviously caused by Her pet's predicament.
His sense of hearing had been heightened by his loss of sight. He clearly her pick up the two zip-lined rows of pegs. He remembered every last detail of those pegs as they had been part of his only possible visual memories of the past two hours.
Each row of string contained six wooden pegs with metal springs. The loose ends of the rope had been tied together.
She traced her nails down his chest and onto his cock for a while longer, bringing the nerves to the forefront. She then began placing the pegs.
As she placed each peg, he shuddered as he felt the initial sting. He then, attempting to manage the pain, replied to her with a progressively aching "Thank you, Mistress"
From what he could feel, the pegs had been placed in two vertical lines beginning at each nipple before running down towards his lower half.
Once all twelve pegs had been placed She decided to resume pacing the room, leaving him to squirm for a little while longer. His head tilted back as he embraced every last ounce of pain. He moaned further and deeper. He was however unable to beg because of the gag, She grabbed the tied ends of the rope and tugged softly, teasing him, between her bursts of pacing.
"I have already learned today that you are quite a pain slut, Puppy. This pleases me."
She then yanked the zip-lines from his body with one swift, strong motion; his body kicked back before he let out one big groan.
"Owwwww! Thank you, Mistress!"
"Oh," she said, "we're not done just yet. Gather yourself together and hang in there." She laughed.
The only other items not yet used were the two wax candles. These were the things he had questioned the most in his thoughts.
Another few minutes passed......
He heard the click of the lighter. He could only imagine what was happening; this was driving him crazy., A second click. Both candles were now lit. The tapping of her heels began once again. He suspected that this time it would be different.
She resumed teasing him in his sensory deprived state. She drifted the candles up close to and across his body. He flinched several times as he felt the heat.
"Place your feet flat on the ground, Puppy. Then lean back slightly, and remain that way until i tell you differently."
He did as he was told. He arched his back slightly placing his feet at an angle in front of his body as if he were a backslash on a keyboard.
She stroked his cock a couple of times to ensure it was fully alert -- before slapping it firmly.
"Good boy." she said in a pleased tone.
The candles had been burning for quite a while at this point. It was time for this experience -- completely new to him -- to commence. He now knew what would happen but he couldn't even begin to imagine how it would feel.
She gently poured the hot wax up, down and across his firm shaft. Each drop stung before settling into blissful pain. His body was positioned in such a way that his cock acted as a shelf containing the wax.
He felt it harden, firmly encasing his shaft in its grasp. She then removed the blindfold from his eyes to allow him to see the hot mess she had created below him as well as a huge grin upon her face.
Finally she removed his ball gag. This release was followed by a trail of drool and with relief.
"You won't forget my morning routine in the future will you?"
"No, Mistress. I won't make the same mistake again." he promptly replied.
She let him down from the steel hoop, then motioned for him to hug her. It was a huge reward and was extremely meaningful to him. She did not over-use this and it signified just how special the moment was.
He knelt in front of her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling in close.. "Thank you for the happiest day of my life, Mistress."
She patted him on the head gently. "I told you it would be a day to remember, Puppy."
The End.
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I just wanted to add a note to say that Miss Noirran has been the most influential person in my life. Many things are better for me as a result of knowing her and i will always respect and admire her. I have made positive life changes to ensure my quality of life is better than it was. I did them as a result of having her backing me throughout.
She has always been totally open and honest with me. That is something i can't say has been too common a theme over the years; she will always hold a special place in my heart.
Today we spoke and she decided that it was best if we change to a friendship status. She has always had my best intentions in mind. Thinking things through logically she felt that we would be better as friends -- a decision i respect.
I'm fighting back tears as i write this but i don't want this to be viewed in a negative light. It is the opposite of that. It's a very positive thing. To have a life long friend such as Miss Noirran means an awfully lot to me. I will be eternally grateful for everything she has done and I remember lots of great memories.
Thank you so much for everything.
Steven
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Last week's Confession: Puppy had been sent to his room to await further instructions from his Mistress after she had explained to him that he will be trying something new and that this day would be a day to remember.
Part Two
He placed the apron back behind the door before he put his head in his hands. Despite his best efforts he knew that his one small mistake was going to be paid for somehow.... but how?. She said that it would be something new. Something unknown...
The excitement and nervousness flowing through him at this point was incredible. He began pacing slowly back and forth across his room wondering what it could be.
"Puppy, i can hear you up there. Calm down" she shouted
He knew that his pacing would be uncontrollable and since the excitement was killing him, he knelt down in his Mistress's preferred kneeling position for him -- on the cushion close to the bedroom door.
A few moments later he heard Her begin to come up the stairs. His ears perked up and his smile grew wider...eager like a dog upon hearing its owner's car door shut as she returned home from work.
"I'm glad to hear that you have settled down, but I was actually quite enjoying the fact that you were squirming up here, Puppy. I'm going to place you in your cage for a while and let you ponder further. I'm nice like that, aren't I?."
He simply replied "Yes Mistress"
His cage was a custom build, put together by one of his Mistress's other pets, a skilled designer and craftsman, of wood. It was a good two meters in length and one meter in width. A thin red cushion ran its length, and it opened and locked from the top. The only position possible whilst in this cage was on all fours.
He stepped inside and assumed 'the position', awaiting the sound of the door shutting and of the lock sliding into place. It was always a shock when he felt the initial brush of cold steel against his back, but this soon left his mind. He raised his head to see out of the cage.
"I'm going to place a few items in front of you here, Puppy. Your cage will give you some nice thinking time to ponder some possibilities."
He nodded intently before replying "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress"
She laid the following items out neatly in front of him:
One blindfold
One ball gag
One set of cuffs
Two zip-lined rows of pegs (each containing six pegs)
Two wax candles and a lighter
"I'll be back in a while. Just remember, Puppy, that If you do good for me, I'll be inclined to reward you and perhaps also I will forget your little mishap earlier."
He didn't know how long he would be left to ponder and to wonder, The hourglass of excitement and nervousness seemed to turn in the favor of nervousness. He of course knew what each item was used for, but how would she use them -- and where would she use them?
What felt like an hour passed. He didn't know for sure...
He heard the door unlocked above him. "Okay! Out you get, Puppy!"
He stood as instructed and stepped out of the cage, placing his hands behind his back. He stood in a complete state of vulnerability -- just as she liked him to stand.
She grinned. Then her soft yet commanding voice said..., "Someone seems to be happy to see me, Puppy."
Her gaze was focused directly on his throbbing hard cock. It was good that he was naked because his clothes would have had a tough time attempting to keep it contained.
He had been hard the whole time he was in that cage, his perverted mind continually crawling with ideas. Any state of mind that he was in was, of course, intended by his Mistress.
She pointed at the floor without saying a single word. He instantly took his place, kneeling in front of her. She attached the leash to his collar and the cuffs to his wrists before leading him out of the bedroom.
"Now, Puppy, you know that I have had this room locked for a good week or two whilst work has been on going. You'll be happy to know that the work is now complete."
She proceeded to pull the tape covering a sign on the door, revealing the words "Correction Room". She entered, with her Puppy following close behind.
After entering the room, She yanked the leash upwards signaling to him that he should stand. He stood up and looked around. His jaw dropped, Every corner of the room, every single inch, was arranged cleverly -- organized but not cluttered. It was obvious to him that this had been custom-made for her needs.
The center of the room was bare (or so it appeared). A strong steel hoop was fixed to the ceiling. She attached both cuffs above his head through the hoop. He was nicely secure, tight and not going anywhere soon.
"You've seen enough for now, Puppy", she smiled.
As she tied the black blindfold at the back of his head his last sight was that of complete delight written all over his Mistress's face.
He then only heard her heels -- tapping against the floor as she walked around him. He tried to keep track of where she was in the room; it was no use.
She would pause nearby for a moment and then trace her nails across his chest (or back) every so often, and then grope his ass or slap his erect cock.
His moaning becoming louder and more frequent. He replied to every slap with a groaned "Thank you, Mistress."
"I've heard enough, Puppy," she said placing the trusty leather ball gag into his mouth. She fastened it with the buckle at the back of his head, nice and tight.
"Ah, that's much much better. Now I said that I wanted to try something new with you, Puppy...."
He drooled and responded in the best possible way "mshlurp yesh Mishtresh". Her infectious laugh pealed out, obviously caused by Her pet's predicament.
His sense of hearing had been heightened by his loss of sight. He clearly her pick up the two zip-lined rows of pegs. He remembered every last detail of those pegs as they had been part of his only possible visual memories of the past two hours.
Each row of string contained six wooden pegs with metal springs. The loose ends of the rope had been tied together.
She traced her nails down his chest and onto his cock for a while longer, bringing the nerves to the forefront. She then began placing the pegs.
As she placed each peg, he shuddered as he felt the initial sting. He then, attempting to manage the pain, replied to her with a progressively aching "Thank you, Mistress"
From what he could feel, the pegs had been placed in two vertical lines beginning at each nipple before running down towards his lower half.
Once all twelve pegs had been placed She decided to resume pacing the room, leaving him to squirm for a little while longer. His head tilted back as he embraced every last ounce of pain. He moaned further and deeper. He was however unable to beg because of the gag, She grabbed the tied ends of the rope and tugged softly, teasing him, between her bursts of pacing.
"I have already learned today that you are quite a pain slut, Puppy. This pleases me."
She then yanked the zip-lines from his body with one swift, strong motion; his body kicked back before he let out one big groan.
"Owwwww! Thank you, Mistress!"
"Oh," she said, "we're not done just yet. Gather yourself together and hang in there." She laughed.
The only other items not yet used were the two wax candles. These were the things he had questioned the most in his thoughts.
Another few minutes passed......
He heard the click of the lighter. He could only imagine what was happening; this was driving him crazy., A second click. Both candles were now lit. The tapping of her heels began once again. He suspected that this time it would be different.
She resumed teasing him in his sensory deprived state. She drifted the candles up close to and across his body. He flinched several times as he felt the heat.
"Place your feet flat on the ground, Puppy. Then lean back slightly, and remain that way until i tell you differently."
He did as he was told. He arched his back slightly placing his feet at an angle in front of his body as if he were a backslash on a keyboard.
She stroked his cock a couple of times to ensure it was fully alert -- before slapping it firmly.
"Good boy." she said in a pleased tone.
The candles had been burning for quite a while at this point. It was time for this experience -- completely new to him -- to commence. He now knew what would happen but he couldn't even begin to imagine how it would feel.
She gently poured the hot wax up, down and across his firm shaft. Each drop stung before settling into blissful pain. His body was positioned in such a way that his cock acted as a shelf containing the wax.
He felt it harden, firmly encasing his shaft in its grasp. She then removed the blindfold from his eyes to allow him to see the hot mess she had created below him as well as a huge grin upon her face.
Finally she removed his ball gag. This release was followed by a trail of drool and with relief.
"You won't forget my morning routine in the future will you?"
"No, Mistress. I won't make the same mistake again." he promptly replied.
She let him down from the steel hoop, then motioned for him to hug her. It was a huge reward and was extremely meaningful to him. She did not over-use this and it signified just how special the moment was.
He knelt in front of her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling in close.. "Thank you for the happiest day of my life, Mistress."
She patted him on the head gently. "I told you it would be a day to remember, Puppy."
The End.
______________________________________
I just wanted to add a note to say that Miss Noirran has been the most influential person in my life. Many things are better for me as a result of knowing her and i will always respect and admire her. I have made positive life changes to ensure my quality of life is better than it was. I did them as a result of having her backing me throughout.
She has always been totally open and honest with me. That is something i can't say has been too common a theme over the years; she will always hold a special place in my heart.
Today we spoke and she decided that it was best if we change to a friendship status. She has always had my best intentions in mind. Thinking things through logically she felt that we would be better as friends -- a decision i respect.
I'm fighting back tears as i write this but i don't want this to be viewed in a negative light. It is the opposite of that. It's a very positive thing. To have a life long friend such as Miss Noirran means an awfully lot to me. I will be eternally grateful for everything she has done and I remember lots of great memories.
Thank you so much for everything.
Steven
Everything Is Done by Doc Nolan
“Everything is done, Miss.”
“The bed is made, the dishes are washed, and the vacuuming is done?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Then start on research for my Botany class. You do know what I want, right?”
“Yes, Miss.”
Maggie turned and started for the door. He interrupted her. “Miss, may I have a look?”
She grinned and pulled up her skirt, showing him what she had on under it: nothing. “That’s all you get for now. Maybe another look if I like the sources that you find for me -- for my paper. Professor Jensen has made it perfectly clear that a good paper is based on good research.” She turned again and this time walked out the door, closing it behind her. He heard the engine of her Ford Focus rumble to life from the driveway. He listened as it pulled away.
She had a date. She wouldn’t tell him with whom. “It’s none of your business!”, she said. “Our relationship is: you work while I play – understood?” He had nodded. He felt helpless. He was obsessed by her.
He got to work on the computer, pushing his thoughts of her out of his mind. As he plugged away on the botany project he kept thinking of the flowers that were part-and-parcel of his labors: sex organs of plants gaily decorated to attract the attentions of passing insects. He then thought of her sexual parts. The images threatened to distract him from his work, so he did his best to block the slide show in his mind. It worked. Kinda.
Two hours later he heard the sound of the car and then the sound of the garage door opener, grinding away. Staring at the screen and the pile of printed paper, he was satisfied with his work.
She entered.
“How’s it coming?”, she asked coyly. “Almost done, Miss,” he replied ignoring the flirtatious tone of her voice. “Wanna see my pussy again?” she asked. He nodded. She grinned. “Nope. First you make some coffee. Then you can get me a bowl of cherry vanilla ice cream. After that – maybe – I’ll give you a treat, too.” She paused, smiled at him. “Then you cook us dinner!”
“Yes, Miss.” He went to the kitchen, again blocking out thoughts of her. “Lucky sofa”, he thought. He imagined her imprint on the fabric.
When he brought her coffee and ice cream to her, he asked, “How was your – uh, uh -- meeting, Miss?” He couldn’t bring himself to use the word ‘date’.
“Not bad. I think I’ll get an A in Psychology.”
He nodded. “What about me, Miss,” he asked hesitantly.
She looked at him quizzically. “You? Oh, you’re on Pass/Fail.”
“Am I passing, Miss?”
“So far, yes. But let’s leave it like this. I want all A’s or you fail. Do you know what that means?”
“Yes, Miss. It means I have to go back to merely teaching Biology and I’ll be replaced by another professor, right?”
“Yep,” she replied. “It depends on whether I get an A in Botany – oh, and if I get an A in Psych.” Again she paused, “And if I get A’s in both, I’ll let cooking ability decide. So get to work, my devoted whore!”
He muttered under his breath so she couldn’t hear him, “Fucking Jensen…. God I hate that jerk!”
THE END
“The bed is made, the dishes are washed, and the vacuuming is done?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Then start on research for my Botany class. You do know what I want, right?”
“Yes, Miss.”
Maggie turned and started for the door. He interrupted her. “Miss, may I have a look?”
She grinned and pulled up her skirt, showing him what she had on under it: nothing. “That’s all you get for now. Maybe another look if I like the sources that you find for me -- for my paper. Professor Jensen has made it perfectly clear that a good paper is based on good research.” She turned again and this time walked out the door, closing it behind her. He heard the engine of her Ford Focus rumble to life from the driveway. He listened as it pulled away.
She had a date. She wouldn’t tell him with whom. “It’s none of your business!”, she said. “Our relationship is: you work while I play – understood?” He had nodded. He felt helpless. He was obsessed by her.
He got to work on the computer, pushing his thoughts of her out of his mind. As he plugged away on the botany project he kept thinking of the flowers that were part-and-parcel of his labors: sex organs of plants gaily decorated to attract the attentions of passing insects. He then thought of her sexual parts. The images threatened to distract him from his work, so he did his best to block the slide show in his mind. It worked. Kinda.
Two hours later he heard the sound of the car and then the sound of the garage door opener, grinding away. Staring at the screen and the pile of printed paper, he was satisfied with his work.
She entered.
“How’s it coming?”, she asked coyly. “Almost done, Miss,” he replied ignoring the flirtatious tone of her voice. “Wanna see my pussy again?” she asked. He nodded. She grinned. “Nope. First you make some coffee. Then you can get me a bowl of cherry vanilla ice cream. After that – maybe – I’ll give you a treat, too.” She paused, smiled at him. “Then you cook us dinner!”
“Yes, Miss.” He went to the kitchen, again blocking out thoughts of her. “Lucky sofa”, he thought. He imagined her imprint on the fabric.
When he brought her coffee and ice cream to her, he asked, “How was your – uh, uh -- meeting, Miss?” He couldn’t bring himself to use the word ‘date’.
“Not bad. I think I’ll get an A in Psychology.”
He nodded. “What about me, Miss,” he asked hesitantly.
She looked at him quizzically. “You? Oh, you’re on Pass/Fail.”
“Am I passing, Miss?”
“So far, yes. But let’s leave it like this. I want all A’s or you fail. Do you know what that means?”
“Yes, Miss. It means I have to go back to merely teaching Biology and I’ll be replaced by another professor, right?”
“Yep,” she replied. “It depends on whether I get an A in Botany – oh, and if I get an A in Psych.” Again she paused, “And if I get A’s in both, I’ll let cooking ability decide. So get to work, my devoted whore!”
He muttered under his breath so she couldn’t hear him, “Fucking Jensen…. God I hate that jerk!”
THE END
Heavy Reading by Anonymous
I began to kneel; Mistress said to remain standing. "Legs at shoulders distance, arms behind your back." "Yes, Mistress." She closed the door behind us. My eyes followed her behind a big rosewood desk. She stopped and stood there.
"This is my office. I love my books," she said as She walked around, running her fingers sensually along the shelves. "All my little boys," she said as She fingered the books. "My subs enjoy my books in a very special way with me."
On the bookshelf She reached for a thick hard covered edition of something. Gold embossed cover. I watched Her flip through it. No pictures; just lots of words. She began to read.
"You have just entered into a covenant. Beyond a mere deal or agreement. Things are no longer about you. Nothing is about you. you belong to me. Any love you have is mine. All faith you have belongs to me. You now worship me. There are no Goddesses before me. Not a thought is to be had without me in it. I own your body, mind, AND soul. And boy's prick is no longer his own."
She reached for the bulging cock that was Mistress's 'hard-on', massaged it a few times, and squeezed the package hard. I felt my balls leak through the sides of her fingers as her grip grew stronger. "Even the pain you feel is for me," she said.
She then let go of me and closed the book. She walked behind me and pushed me up to the desk. "Lay your cock out on the desk, boy." She thrust my pelvis closer to the desktop using Her own to push me. I opened my pants, reached down into them and pulled up my hard, throbbing piece. I laid it out like a slab of meat. That's what She wanted.
From behind she reached onto the desk, and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. She took my right hand first, then attaching the left. Pressed up against the desk, my hands were restricted from moving. I watched Her pick up the book again, and , from behind me, raise it to the height of my chest. Pressing herself into me from behind she seemed to be daring me to try and move.
The book, now level above my hardened cock, startled me. She was going to drop it.
Her Whim by Anonymous
He was nervous. This lady had said that today was to be the day he pleasured another for her entertainment. He was not looking forward to it. Fear gripped him, more than the icy cold of recent snowfall. Tentatively knocking at the door, he awaited an answer. He was in his usual pose. The door opened slowly. She was leaning against the wall, smiling mischievously, and she beckoning him in. The hot air inside rushed out, kissing his reddened cheeks as it passed by, reminding him to hurry inside.
Just as he was preparing to remove his coat, he was stopped by her soft grip on his shoulder. "You'll need that. The snow has blocked up every path in my garden. You will be spending the first part of your visit fixing that. Oh... Also, do make a couple of pretty snowmen, facing each other, with what you collect." Her words spilled out almost lyrically, enchanting him. He fell into that submissive space where he was almost a robot, programmed by her desire. He trudged out the back to begin his task, not even considering the possible absurdity of his lady's requests.
Almost an hour later, the paths were clear, the garden was tidy, the tools were put away -- and two snowmen had been constructed. He came to the door for two carrots and to report the completion of his tasks. His lady met him both with a warm hug and with a cup of tea to soothe his chilled hands. "Finish the snowmen, and then I'll introduce you to the persons that you will be pleasuring for me." The words bit into him, freezing for a second. He'd almost forgotten that part of his task for today. He trudged out to the snowmen and placed the carrots as noses. He then turned to wait upon his dominant.
Hands behind her back, standing straight and confident, she gazed upon him, grinning. "They are quite eager to meet you, I'm sure you'll warm them right up. Now strip. Right here in the snow." He hesitated, but only for a second. He tore his clothes off hurriedly. He did not like to keep his lady waiting, and she disliked it even more. When he had finished, he got down upon his knees, cringing in the cold, waiting for her next command,
From behind her back, his dominant produced two big black strap-ons. She waved them a little to make sure she had caught his attention. She strode first to her boy, and then to the snowmen, and placed one around each of the snowmen. "Meet your partners, pet. You'll be pleasing these two until I am sure they are satisfied." His eyes were wide; he was filled with a mixture of confusion, shock and embarrassment. His partners were snowmen? He couldn't refuse or even protest, as that would be a disappointment to her. His bit his lip and briefly squirmed in the cold . "And do put on a good show," she murmured into his ear. She leaned over his back after she had finished positioning the toys. "If I don't enjoy the show you'll be reprimanded."
He hurriedly changed position, kneeling before one of the snowmen, trying to decide what his lady wanted. He began to suck upon its toy, using his hands to steady himself as he made sure to coat the entire thing in a generous amount of saliva. He tried his best to pretend it was attached to his lady, as before. He focused his energy on pleasing.
"Don't neglect either one. They both need attention you know, or one will be jealous!" He almost jumped at her words, turning about. He repositioned himself to replace his mouth with his tight little ass. He then began to suck the other snowman. Stretching out, skin reddened by contact with the snow, it was only his fervor that kept him from shivering. He rode one toy and sucked the other one to the best of his ability, writhing and bucking with a display of faux-sexual need rivaling that of cheap pornography.
After a while, and after many labored moans and many heavy pants, his lady began to quietly applaud. He drew himself off one frozen lover, and then, removing his mouth, faced his dominant. "Well done, pet. Now come to me." She beckoned, and she soon embraced his naked form. She softly petted him in appreciation of him and to reward him for diligently completing his task. "Go inside and clean up. I want you ready in my bedroom. I know you've not had enough to be satisfied -- just yet." She spoke with the naughtiest smirk he'd ever seen.
Crawling inside, he knew he'd be sore in the morning. Still, he was happy he'd pleased and he was very happy that he'd soon be taking it from the only lover he'd ever really needed. She chuckled, watching his naked rear sway into her house, bemused by the red marks of snow-contact. She wondered where she might add her own.
Just as he was preparing to remove his coat, he was stopped by her soft grip on his shoulder. "You'll need that. The snow has blocked up every path in my garden. You will be spending the first part of your visit fixing that. Oh... Also, do make a couple of pretty snowmen, facing each other, with what you collect." Her words spilled out almost lyrically, enchanting him. He fell into that submissive space where he was almost a robot, programmed by her desire. He trudged out the back to begin his task, not even considering the possible absurdity of his lady's requests.
Almost an hour later, the paths were clear, the garden was tidy, the tools were put away -- and two snowmen had been constructed. He came to the door for two carrots and to report the completion of his tasks. His lady met him both with a warm hug and with a cup of tea to soothe his chilled hands. "Finish the snowmen, and then I'll introduce you to the persons that you will be pleasuring for me." The words bit into him, freezing for a second. He'd almost forgotten that part of his task for today. He trudged out to the snowmen and placed the carrots as noses. He then turned to wait upon his dominant.
Hands behind her back, standing straight and confident, she gazed upon him, grinning. "They are quite eager to meet you, I'm sure you'll warm them right up. Now strip. Right here in the snow." He hesitated, but only for a second. He tore his clothes off hurriedly. He did not like to keep his lady waiting, and she disliked it even more. When he had finished, he got down upon his knees, cringing in the cold, waiting for her next command,
From behind her back, his dominant produced two big black strap-ons. She waved them a little to make sure she had caught his attention. She strode first to her boy, and then to the snowmen, and placed one around each of the snowmen. "Meet your partners, pet. You'll be pleasing these two until I am sure they are satisfied." His eyes were wide; he was filled with a mixture of confusion, shock and embarrassment. His partners were snowmen? He couldn't refuse or even protest, as that would be a disappointment to her. His bit his lip and briefly squirmed in the cold . "And do put on a good show," she murmured into his ear. She leaned over his back after she had finished positioning the toys. "If I don't enjoy the show you'll be reprimanded."
He hurriedly changed position, kneeling before one of the snowmen, trying to decide what his lady wanted. He began to suck upon its toy, using his hands to steady himself as he made sure to coat the entire thing in a generous amount of saliva. He tried his best to pretend it was attached to his lady, as before. He focused his energy on pleasing.
"Don't neglect either one. They both need attention you know, or one will be jealous!" He almost jumped at her words, turning about. He repositioned himself to replace his mouth with his tight little ass. He then began to suck the other snowman. Stretching out, skin reddened by contact with the snow, it was only his fervor that kept him from shivering. He rode one toy and sucked the other one to the best of his ability, writhing and bucking with a display of faux-sexual need rivaling that of cheap pornography.
After a while, and after many labored moans and many heavy pants, his lady began to quietly applaud. He drew himself off one frozen lover, and then, removing his mouth, faced his dominant. "Well done, pet. Now come to me." She beckoned, and she soon embraced his naked form. She softly petted him in appreciation of him and to reward him for diligently completing his task. "Go inside and clean up. I want you ready in my bedroom. I know you've not had enough to be satisfied -- just yet." She spoke with the naughtiest smirk he'd ever seen.
Crawling inside, he knew he'd be sore in the morning. Still, he was happy he'd pleased and he was very happy that he'd soon be taking it from the only lover he'd ever really needed. She chuckled, watching his naked rear sway into her house, bemused by the red marks of snow-contact. She wondered where she might add her own.
Late Night Whispers by Lady Sonatrix
by ღŁαякღ (sonatrix.dench)
There's nothing I love more than knowing how easily I can control a man just with the sound of my voice....
It was late at night, and even later for him since he lives far 'on the other side of the pond'. But he was working overnight that night, and he asked me to keep him company as he stocked shelves, getting ready for the Christmas shopping rush they were anticipating in just hours. He was the only supervisor on the floor that night, so he had to be sly with his conversations with me. From time to time I had to sit there quietly listening to him tell some person or another what they should be working on next.
When I only know someone online, hearing them speaking to people in their everyday world is a treat to me. I quickly began to feel myself getting a little excited. It wasn't long before I was giggling to myself, as I whispered into his ear. I knew it threw him off, I could hear him pause here and there as he spoke to his staff. Seconds after he dismissed whoever it was he was talking to, I heard him whisper seductively, "What are you giggling about?" And I knew that he knew.
We continued to talk a bit as he walked around the store checking in with this person and that. "Stack them like this." "Unload this." It wasn't long though, before my giggles began to transform into soft sighs.
"You're going to get me into trouble." he said.
"I doubt it." I told him, breathily.
"It's beginning to get hard for me to walk." he told me. The only reply I could muster was a laugh.
The next time he stopped to speak to someone, my sighs merged with my moans. I could tell that his conversation was awkward. Forced. It amused me. When I heard his conversation end, he had no words for me. But for him, I said, "Stroke for me."
It wasn't long before I heard a door shut. His breathing began to match my own.
"May I please cum?" I heard, and that question surprised me. Ours was not ever a dom/sub relationship, but at that moment I knew things had changed.
All I needed to say then was, "Cum with me!"
There's nothing I love more than knowing how easily I can control a man just with the sound of my voice....
It was late at night, and even later for him since he lives far 'on the other side of the pond'. But he was working overnight that night, and he asked me to keep him company as he stocked shelves, getting ready for the Christmas shopping rush they were anticipating in just hours. He was the only supervisor on the floor that night, so he had to be sly with his conversations with me. From time to time I had to sit there quietly listening to him tell some person or another what they should be working on next.
When I only know someone online, hearing them speaking to people in their everyday world is a treat to me. I quickly began to feel myself getting a little excited. It wasn't long before I was giggling to myself, as I whispered into his ear. I knew it threw him off, I could hear him pause here and there as he spoke to his staff. Seconds after he dismissed whoever it was he was talking to, I heard him whisper seductively, "What are you giggling about?" And I knew that he knew.
We continued to talk a bit as he walked around the store checking in with this person and that. "Stack them like this." "Unload this." It wasn't long though, before my giggles began to transform into soft sighs.
"You're going to get me into trouble." he said.
"I doubt it." I told him, breathily.
"It's beginning to get hard for me to walk." he told me. The only reply I could muster was a laugh.
The next time he stopped to speak to someone, my sighs merged with my moans. I could tell that his conversation was awkward. Forced. It amused me. When I heard his conversation end, he had no words for me. But for him, I said, "Stroke for me."
It wasn't long before I heard a door shut. His breathing began to match my own.
"May I please cum?" I heard, and that question surprised me. Ours was not ever a dom/sub relationship, but at that moment I knew things had changed.
All I needed to say then was, "Cum with me!"
The Fortune Teller & The Sissy by Lady Danika
He had a strange curiosity about fortune tellers. He could never escape a town without a visit to one. And while he was in Boston, downtown, on business that April... he spied the sign in the window that said "Madam Cookie Tells All". The plush purple curtains called to him. He stopped the taxi, paid the driver, and stepped out -- his feet hitting the concrete. He heard the clicks of his heels as he stepped quickly across the pavement toward some dilapidated buildings.
A scent of lavender was heavy in the air as he drew up to the counter, stopping in front of the receptionist. She was a bleached blonde wearing too much make up. When she looked up her eyes were a startling blue. She popped her gum and chewed noisily nodding at him and pointing, said, "She's back there... she's been waitin' for yah."
He swallowed thickly and then cleared his throat narrowing his eyes. "I bet you say that to everyone."
The receptionist shrugged and went back to filing her nails. "She's in the back room. Go see her or don't. Either way it's gonna cost yah."
He nodded and turned, finding that his feet moved one in front of the other as if compelled. Before he reached the back door he turned his head surreptitiously to the side to sniff his arm pit. He couldn't remember if he'd put deodorant on this morning (in his rush to get out of the hotel for his early meetings). That was a long time ago. No odor, good. One less thing to worry about. He knocked quietly on the door.
"Come in."
Her voice was heavy and raspy. It was clear that she smoked. When he opened the door the room smelled like cigars. Madam Cookie was a big woman sporting a black beehive. She smiled to him and motioned to the chair across from her. "You sissy," she said as she chuckled. He arched a brow. "You heard me. You're a sissy boy."
He turned bright red.
She grinned and he saw that two of her teeth were missing. "You're wearing women's underwear again."
She cackled. He felt a cold chill go down his spine. It was the first time he'd met a fortune teller who had so easily nailed anything before he'd even said a word. He licked his dry lips. "How ... how did you know?"
"Yer damn fly's open!"
A scent of lavender was heavy in the air as he drew up to the counter, stopping in front of the receptionist. She was a bleached blonde wearing too much make up. When she looked up her eyes were a startling blue. She popped her gum and chewed noisily nodding at him and pointing, said, "She's back there... she's been waitin' for yah."
He swallowed thickly and then cleared his throat narrowing his eyes. "I bet you say that to everyone."
The receptionist shrugged and went back to filing her nails. "She's in the back room. Go see her or don't. Either way it's gonna cost yah."
He nodded and turned, finding that his feet moved one in front of the other as if compelled. Before he reached the back door he turned his head surreptitiously to the side to sniff his arm pit. He couldn't remember if he'd put deodorant on this morning (in his rush to get out of the hotel for his early meetings). That was a long time ago. No odor, good. One less thing to worry about. He knocked quietly on the door.
"Come in."
Her voice was heavy and raspy. It was clear that she smoked. When he opened the door the room smelled like cigars. Madam Cookie was a big woman sporting a black beehive. She smiled to him and motioned to the chair across from her. "You sissy," she said as she chuckled. He arched a brow. "You heard me. You're a sissy boy."
He turned bright red.
She grinned and he saw that two of her teeth were missing. "You're wearing women's underwear again."
She cackled. He felt a cold chill go down his spine. It was the first time he'd met a fortune teller who had so easily nailed anything before he'd even said a word. He licked his dry lips. "How ... how did you know?"
"Yer damn fly's open!"
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