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BONDAGE FOR LITTLE
SISTER Part 2 By LONG TALL MARY
I spent nearly $150.00 buying
clothes that I thought would please Mistress Mary and didn’t get much sleep
that night because I was so excited. Fortunately Sandi was working until
midnight so she wasn’t able to harass me about my attire which was much more
slut like than usual. It was nearly 7:40PM when I pulled into the driveway of
her stately residence in Camillus as I had a hard time finding the street.
When I rang the doorbell it
opened about thirty seconds later and there stood Mistress Mary dressed in a
two-piece black leather outfit and with
a very angry look about her. I then stammered “good evening Mistress” before
dropping to my knees and licking each foot. Had I drank a couple shots of vodka
earlier I would have been a lot less nervous.
“On your feet, you were told
to arrive precisely at 7:30" stated Mary. As I tried to explain I was
ordered not to speak another word and my wrists were cuffed behind me with the
same type of cuffs that Dan had used on me. She then led me by the arm into the
living room and ordered me to kneel on the carpeted floor. “You will learn the
proper kneeling procedure” she commanded. I found it very uncomfortable with my
buttocks touching the back of my legs and with my upper body forced back as far as it would go.
Sitting on the couch in front
of me she began a monologue that sounded like it had been delivered many times
before. All submissives whether visiting for a consultation or hands on session
are placed in handcuffs or some type of restraint as soon as they arrive. In
addition to being sexually arousing she feels it puts the submissive in “a
frame of mind more conducive to
obedience”.
The next part was very
discouraging. All female subs were required to display “proper affection” for a
dominatrix even if they were not lesbian or bisexual. She went on to say
basically that bisexuality is widespread and that while she didn’t expect me to
change my sexual orientation I had no choice but to acquiesce to her wishes.
Just fucking great I thought! After coming close to being placed in real
bondage by a fake maledom I was about to be forced to serve a dominatrix. I
wasn’t so naive as to think this didn’t mean licking her pussy which frankly I
find revolting but I kept my thoughts to myself.
However the next part was
more encouraging. She stated she had arranged for an experienced maledom to
visit within the next hour. If my response to her “proper affection” for
females were met I would be permitted to serve the maledom and I would not be
charged any session fee. It wasn’t exactly what I consider a fair deal but I
was so desperate to serve a real maledom I was willing to do almost anything
Mary required. I should say “Mistress” as I later made the mistake of
addressing her as “Mary” and received a severe flogging to my cunt as a result.
The “proper affection” part
was every bit as revolting as I expected. The Mistress yanked me to my feet and
quickly removed my top and my vinyl mini leaving me clad in my hose, garter
belt and heels. Still handcuffed we both sat next to each other on the couch
and she roughly began forcing deep mouth kissing upon me pulling my hair with
her one hand and rubbing my snatch with the other.
My reaction was to resist her
kisses by trying to close my mouth and this didn’t go over well with her at
all. Withdrawing her tongue she told me that if I were not more responsive I
would spend the night in a cage in her basement dungeon and the deal with the
maledom was off. She sounded very convincing so I let her have her way and
submitted to her disgusting kissing.
After several minutes of her
being the aggressor I was ordered to assume that role. It was even more
disgusting than the passive role I had just played. All during this time she
was finger fucking me and in a none too gentle manner. Neither the kissing nor
fingering was turning me on and I’m certain the Mistress realized that and
wasn’t at all pleased.
Finally I was told to stop
kissing and what followed was the most disgusting part of the session. Still
handcuffed I was ordered to kneel in front of the couch. The mistress was
wearing black vinyl pants that had a snap on cover for her crotch. This cover
was removed baring her shaved pussy and
I was told to start licking. The only good part of it was that if I performed
to her satisfaction I would be spared having to lick her asshole.
It was enough to motivate me
to lick vigorously and burrow as deep as I could with my tongue. Her taste was
repulsive and it was the first time I had ever used my mouth on another woman’s
snatch. Evidently I met her expectations because after nearly five minutes she
told me to stop. “You’ll need a little more practice but you will be allowed to
serve Master Vince shortly” she stated. Next was a tour of her basement dungeon
but before taking me there she attached a thick leather collar around my neck
and padlocked it in place. It was much thicker than the collar Dan used and was
the type EMTs use.
Next she took about a twelve
foot chain and fastened it very tightly around me just beneath my boobs and padlocked it in
place. My handcuffs were removed and she used the free end of the chain to lead
me to the basement with the chain running from behind my back and looped under
my crotch. I’m not used to walking in heels but fortunately I was allowed to
grip the hand rails of the stairs.
Once in the basement I got my
first glimpse of her dungeon and it was awesome. It included a dog type cage
not large enough to stand in and a real jail cell with steel bars on the door.
Their were several other contraptions and I had a pretty good idea as to what
they were used for. Numerous collars, whips, cuffs and other bondage gear were
hung on the wall.
Mistress took the free end of
the chain and looped it around a ceiling beam after adjusting it to just the
right height that I was forced to stand on the toes of my heels, she then used
yet another padlock to secure the ceiling end of the chain tethering me like a
puppet. Even with my hands free I was almost completely helpless as I had
little range of movement and my head was forced upwards by the wide collar. She
then took the liberty of removing my bra and using a pair of scissors to cut
away my garter and hose. My heels remained on. Fortunately the items she cut
were Walmart stuff, the mini and heels I had bought at a Carousel boutique and
broke me financially.
Mistress then proceeded to
clue me in on Master Vince. I was to address him only as “Sir” and when he
first arrived I would state “Good evening sir, I am a useless slut and
completely at your service”.Vince had once lived in California and had appeared
as an actor in porno flicks. He was a super stud and I should consider myself
privileged if he chose to fuck me. It was the best news I had heard so far.
That good news was quickly
shattered as Mistress indicated she would be present and supervise every aspect
of my training. Just like my bitch sister! I took a chance and spoke without
permission begging to be alone with Master Vince. My punishment was having a
pair of Mistress’ soiled panties stuffed in my mouth, The smell was offensive
and I didn’t dare try to remove them with my hands. “That should teach you not
to speak without permission” chuckled Mistress and she proceeded to explain
that the only way I could be alone with a dom was at his or some other dungeon.
Fortunately Master Vince
arrived within fifteen minutes as the stench of the soiled panties grew
intolerable. Up until that time Mistress had pulled up a chair in front of me
and leisurely used her cell phone to chat with someone named Felicia. Staring lewdly at me the whole
time the gist of the call was how soon Felicia was going to deliver someone
named “Mary Jo” to the dungeon. When Vince arrived she ended the call and
escorted him to the dungeon where I saw him for the first time.
Tall, muscular and 40ish he
looked much like Tom Sellick and I immediately formed a positive impression of
him. Mistress generously removed the panties from my mouth and I proceeded to
give the useless slut recitation. He did not speak but helped himself to me by
touching my boobs and fingering my pussy. “The slut definitely has some appeal”
he casually remarked to Mistress.
His finger fucking of my
pussy was the first time I really got aroused since arriving. Mistress
obviously sensed this but stood back a few feet with her arms folded in front
of her and not giving any specific commands to Sir or myself. Vince sure
thought highly of himself as he bragged about the number of female submissives
who paid him to have sex. At this time I didn’t know much about paid bondage
sex but was to learn that it is usually the male sub who pays a dominatrix for
sex and that with more doms than dominatrixes the female sub has little
difficulty finding a maledom for free.
Vince continued that having
sex with him was a privilege which had to be earned by the sub. This included
willingness to accept restraint,
corporal punishment and of course oral sex. Even with a male I wasn’t crazy
about oral sex, I really didn’t have a problem with the other forms and the
thought of being fucked by this guy would cause me to overcome my inhibitions.
He casually mentioned one female sub who refused him oral sex was “loaned out”
to a motorcycle gang for a day of forced group oral sex, that thought alone
would make me submit to him.
“Prepare her for oral sex”
directed Vince in a rather authoritarian yet respectful tone. Surprisingly
Mistress did not challenge this request giving me hope that Vince and I might
be able to have privacy for the session. Mistress readjusted the chain so that
I was able to kneel on a pillow on the floor and she put the handcuffs on
again. This time they were connected to the chain that was looped under my
boobs giving me no range of movement with my arms. Mistress also removed the
thick collar from my neck. “Master likes hand free oral work by his subs” she
casually remarked.
Next she took a metal device
like the type that the dentist uses to keep your mouth open and made me open
wide while she put it in my mouth. She then ratcheted it so that my mouth was
forced wide open. Vince had stripped and I got my first look at his cock. It
was just awesome much larger than any guy that had fucked me
previously. Even with the discomfort of being chained and having my mouth
forced wide open I was hotter than ever. I desperately wanted that cock in my
cunt but I was resigned to the fact that it was going in my mouth first.
Vince then explained what was
going to happen today. First he covered the basic rules once again such as not
speaking and proper speech. The reason for the retainer in my mouth was to
assure that my teeth did not come into contact with his cock when he mouth fucked
me. This was in addition to the standard blow job he expected. If I
performed up to his expectations he would skip the corporal discipline part and
cunt fuck me. Otherwise I could expect a corporal session from him that would
be very painful and of course I wouldn’t get cunt fucked but would have a
lengthy oral sex session with the Mistress.
He emphasized that by mouth
fucking he meant his cock would not remain passively in my mouth and that I
would be forced to swallow his wad whenever he was good and ready to cum. I
resigned myself to the fact that I would
be having a new experience, in the past I’ve made it known to guys that I don’t
like oral sex. I’ve done it two or three times but no one ever cummed in my
mouth. My jaws were sore already from the retainer. I desperately wanted to
tell him to hurry up and get the oral part over but of course I was unable to
speak nor did I wish to get flogged if I
could.
Much to my surprise and
delight Mistress went upstairs leaving me to hope we would be alone for sex.
Vince sat on a chair in front of me and
used both hands to pull my face up to
his cock. The size of his cock made me
fear I might gag on it. Desperate to please him I licked it the best I could
considering my hands were chained behind me and fortunately the retainer kept
my teeth from touching his cock which I’m sure would have resulted in a
flogging.
After about three minutes of doing this Vince
ordered me to keep my head still and from his seated position began thrusting
his cock within my mouth. This was down in a slow and rhythmic way and it must
have been uncomfortable from this position . It would have been easier for both
of us had he just made me lie on my back and mount me from over my face but I
wasn’t about to offer any suggestions.
I was getting hot doing this
which I found surprising because of my dislike for oral sex. Probably the
thought that his cock would soon be in my cunt allowed me to overcome the
negativity. It seemed like eternity before Vince finally cummed causing me to
choke a bit and I would have liked to have spit out the wad but I knew better
so I swallowed it. My arousal hormones made the taste a little less unbearable.
Vince commented that my
performance was adequate “so far” as he phrased it and that I would have the
pleasure of being cunt fucked by him. He called for Mistress who came back
downstairs and she seemed to know what Vince had just told me. Little did I
know that she has a closed circuit TV system and can see and hear what is going
on in the dungeon from upstairs.
“Prepare her for fucking in a
frog tie” stated Vince in a rather respectful way. At least he appeared to be
in command much unlike when Sandi had me
bondaged at home and tried to dictate every move Dan made. Mistress removed the
retainer gag, handcuffs and the chain from under my boobs and told me to sit
down on a mattress. She then put leather cuffs on each of my wrists and ankles
and used a padlock to connect each wrist to outside of the respective ankle.
For some reason I blurted out
“should I make croaking sounds” which was meant to be funny. It was absolutely
a stupid thing to do and Mistress was not at all humored. “I think the little
slut needs some further oral training from me instead of a cock in her cunt but
first a little pain and sensory deprivation”. Vince frowned and said nothing.
Mistress was now back in
control and the prospect of being cunt
fucked by Vince did not appear
promising. The “pain” consisted of clamps connected by a chain on each of my
nipples causing me to cry out in pain for the first time. “Sensory deprivation”
consisted of having a leather hood pulled over my head and tightly laced. Then
a leather cock gag was stuffed in my mouth and snapped onto the hood. Next came
a pair of blindfold pads snapped on.
In addition my frog tie was
modified to make it more restrictive. A leather belt with a leather cuff on
each side of it was tightly fastened around me just under my boobs at the same
point where the chain had been and each cuff was fastened around each arm just
above each elbow.
At least a frog could see and
communicate with his fellow amphibians. I could do neither. All because of my
fucking mouth!
END PART 2
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