Property of Mistress

Property of Mistress 3

Trying to maneuver through the list of tasks Mistress had given me was extremely difficult.  My ass had been plugged, ankles chained together only six inches apart limiting my ability to walk, not to mention the extremely high heels locked on to my feet with the chain connected to my balls leading to the hobble chain between my ankles, so short it kept me in a crouched position.  My hands had also been chained to a restrictive waist bondage device limiting my ability to reach forward.  i had also been forced to wear a maids dress with a built in corset laced so tightly it made it difficult to breath.  Next i was gagged and placed in a leather helmet with no opening for the mouth and a second hood made of rubber mimicking the face of a lustful slut needing a good fucking all rounded out with a stiff posture collar locked around my neck.  My Mistress had warned me if the assigned chores were not finished or they were not completed to her standard of excellence i would be severely punished.  To make things even worse, i had no idea how long she would be gone so i was attempting to do her bidding with great haste.  Based on my situation, i was only able to walk by supporting my weight by holding on to something or i was forced to crawl.  i had managed to finish the tasks assigned in a short period of time however.  Understanding Mistresses punishment methods provides great motivation even under great duress.

As i have been trained i went to the basement/dungeon and knelt to wait for my Mistresses return.  As soon as my knees hit the floor i heard her enter through the front door.  There was also the sound of a mans voice.  They were talking and laughing and then I didn’t hear them for a while.  After about 20 or 30 minutes i could hear the click of heels on the hard floors and then the door to the basement open.  My Mistress entered and i lowered my head in a submissive position.

“I see you have been busy slave” she sneered.  “Did you have a good time while I was out?” she asked in a mocking tone. 

She had walked up to me and i could see her heels, five inch pumps with her feet encased in black stockings.  She reached down and pulled my head up to look her in the eye.  She was wearing a black garter to compliment the stockings.  She also had a black bra on cut low enough to expose her pierced nipples and complimenting her full cleavage.  She was a vision of pure desire and my pain is to know i will be denied pleasure and left with an unending need to serve her, to please her and to suffer for her.  And she has always been more than happy to fulfill her end of the deal. 

She was smiling her evil smile of both knowing my future fate and her pleasure in bringing it to reality.

“You must know how much I love you slave.” She says, her eyes glistening against mine, “How you belong to me, to suffer in pain and frustration and knowing you will never be a man again.”  “I know you want me” she pants with her face close to mine, “but you will never know pleasure from me other than teasing you into insanity and leaving you to moan pitifully into the night.”

Looking into her eyes i could feel her sincerity and her genuine need to own me and to make into what she ultimately desires.  She began releasing me from my bondage, starting with the collar and then the helmets.  After a short time i was released from all bondage with exception of the chastity device and the leather belt around my waist and running between my legs holding the cruel plug firmly in my tortured asshole.  While she was working on me she explained she had brought home a man who was going to fuck her and make her cum and she would make him cum, a luxury i would be denied of course.  This was to further my training in humiliation.  How she longed to see tears run down my face, not from physical pain but from the pain of humiliation.  She had me suck each nipple knowing it would only drive me crazy and cause my caged dick to quiver in its steel prison.  She forced a gag into my mouth, a leather ball held into place with a wide strap pressing down and holding it firmly between my lips.  Then she laid me on my back and sat on my face, her dripping pussy smearing all over my face.  Of course her scent was making me insane.  Our eyes met with me looking up at her between her legs.  Of course she was smiling that grin of pleasure derived from inflicting expert cruelty.

“Now I am going to have a man fuck me and bring me pleasure, something I can’t get from a hopeless and pathetic wretch like you.” She mocked as she lubricated my face in her musky woman scent.  “You can only bring me pleasure by suffering at my hand.”  “Oh and how you do bring me pleasure my pet.”  “As I’m getting fucked, my greatest pleasure will come from knowing you are watching and wanting as I am sucking a real mans cock, taking him deep in me and accepting his seed.” She continues in her usual mocking tone. “Of course this a pleasure you will never know again as long as you live, no matter what.” She giggled as she hopped up off my face. 

Quickly she laced me into a leather arm binder as tightly as possible and used leather straps to encase my torso and pull my bound arms even tighter to my body.  She locked the leather posture collar around my neck and attached a leash.  She then re-fettered my ankles so i would be able to walk.

“This guy wants to fuck me so bad, I told him the only way he could is if my slave can watch.”  She giggled as she worked on my bonds, making sure they are secure.  “He is not into this but he agreed anyway.”  “I wonder what he will think when he sees you for the first time?”  She purrs as she takes the leash and leads me to follow her. 

“Stay on your knees slave, and don’t you dare embarrass me.”

I was force to follow her on my knees and even all the way up the stairs.  She seems to have no patience in allowing me to negotiate the stairs on my knees as she continues to tug and pull on the leash.  “Hurry up dammit.” She growls “You must want another taste of my whip to help you”.

i would have told her that wasn’t the case if I weren’t so cruelly gagged.  Of course all my effort went into keeping up with her to avoid any further negative attention and i managed, with her constant tugging on the leash.  As we maneuvered through the house i negotiated the second flight of stairs up to her bedroom as she began to speak to me in her low and excited tone.  “I think you will like Roy, he’s quite the stud and incredibly horny”.  “He’s going to do things to me you can only dream about and I am going to give him a night to remember and you lucky slave…..will get a ring side seat to witness all the action.  “Of course you will not participate in any way other than viewing”.  “For you to have actual sex…..well, it’s just not allowed huh baby.”  She said looking back at me with a coy smile across her perfect lips.

We entered her bedroom and Roy was already naked and in her bed waiting.  He was magnificent to say the least, even though i’m not gay.  He must be 6’ tall at least with blond hair, a little curly and long enough to have a slightly messed up look but still stylish.  He was lean and muscular at the same time with a prominent 6 pack showing behind his massive erection pointing toward the ceiling with his hand stroking it slowly.

“Well here’s my slave I told you about, what do you think?” My Mistress chirped proudly.  i actually felt proud because i could tell she was very proud to display me regardless of this mans attitude toward our lifestyle.

“Jesus Christ” Roy almost jumped out of the bed at the site of me, “What have you done to this poor bastard?”

“I told you lover boy, he’s my slave” my Mistress began.  “And not just any slave, he gets off on pain believe it or not.”  “And” she continued, “I get off on inflicting pain on him, in fact; I often lay awake devising ways to torture him and make him suffer”.  “He is always in some form of bondage, never allowed to orgasm or have sex and makes no decisions on what happens in his life”.

“Wow” Roy exclaimed somewhat bewildered “and he’s agreed to let you do these things to him?”

“Well sort of” my Mistress stated with a coy smile on her face and leading me over to  the foot of the bed.

“What do you mean” Roy asked?

“He merely agreed to be my slave.” She explained “after that he had no right to dictate what would happen to him from that point on.”  “My only obligation was to help him understand what it would mean to be my slave prior to his commitment.”  “I wanted him to know how extreme his treatment would be, how deep he would evolve into being a slave and that he would no longer be a man” she continued to explain as she attached my collar chain to the foot of the bed.

My Mistress attached me to foot of the bed by a chain padlocked to my collar.  It held me on my knees right at the front of the bed and wouldn’t give me the ability to back away or duck.  Next she chained my balls to the bottom of the foot board.  The bondage she placed me in ensured that i would be a witness of whatever act was to take place in the bed before me.  She finished me off with a tight pair of nipple clamps.

“Holy shit, doesn’t that hurt?” Roy almost shouted as he watched the clamps bite into my nipples.

“Of course it does.” My Mistress stated as she reached up and kissed me through the gag.  “You see Roy, my slave is my only true love.” She spoke to him while looking me in the eye with a satisfied smile glowing on her face.  “Even though I was clear to him that he gave up everything when he agreed to be my slave, I think he is still surprised at what I am capable of…..but now it’s to late for him.”

“What do you mean” Roy asked.

“What I mean is that he is not allowed to back out of this relationship now, he is owned and I will never, ever set him free.”  She said as she slips onto the bed next to him and begins stroking his cock with her hand.  He had stopped once he laid eyes on me.

“Of course the pathetic worms prick is absolutely rock hard straining against the cage I have it locked into right now so it’s clear he wouldn’t back out even if he could.”  She continued as she smoothed her body into his and moved her mouth close to his ear, dropping her voice into a lower, husky sex tone.  “You see, the poor bastard is screwed because he actually needs me, if I set him free he would be far more miserable than I make him with the horrible tortures I inflict, in fact he would beg me to take him back, wouldn’t you baby.” She said shooting a glance my way.

i responded with a brief nod to confirm she is correct. It’s true, i could not imagine being without my Mistress.  She is perfect for me and often i wish this was not the case for obvious reasons but it is.

As these thoughts run through my mind my Mistress slips down between her lovers legs and takes his prick into her mouth and begins to suck and slurp looking me directly in the eye.  She is speaking to me with her eyes.  “See baby, this is what you will never experience again, yet I am here pleasuring a strange man rather than you.” 

Roy’s prick begins to swell in her mouth, she begins to moan as she slips his cock out of her mouth and licks up and down the underside of the shaft, focusing on the sensitive area just under the head.

“Can you imagine what this would feel like on your slave cock pet?” My Mistress coos at me between slurps.  “MMMM.” She continues, “You must be in hell knowing that not only will you never have your slave cock sucked, but you will never have sex or another orgasm ever.”  Her tone is now harsh and matter of factly as she slips her lips back around her studs cock and engulfs it completely.  She maintains eye contact with me as she begins to get serious on the dick in her mouth.  Roy’s eyes are now rolling back in their sockets as a moan escapes from his mouth.  Obviously Mistress is doing a bang up job.  i am watching her bob up and down, the whole while staring me in the eye with a smirky smile on her face.  Again, speaking to me with her expression rather than words.  Suddenly, she removes the cock from her mouth, quickly slips her panties off and turns around and mounts her stud.  She now has her back to me but i watch her beautiful pussy being slammed by this massive prick.  In and out, gushing pre-cum fluid from my Mistress.  Both are moaning and i hear my Mistress come.  They slow down for a moment, my Mistress climbs off the prick and lays on her back with her head right in front of me.  I am literally at the top of her head.

“Shove that cock in my pussy.” She says to Roy but looking up and making eye contact with me.

“Don’t you wish this was you pet?” She whispers as Roy slips into her, “Driving your cock into this pussy.”  “But you will never know what this pussy feels like” She continues as she drifts off from the pleasure being applied from Roy’s obvious expertise in fucking.

Her eyes are now shut and her mouth open in an abandoned moan of pure pleasure.  Roy is now drilling her and looking me in the eye as he does.  I really would like to know what he is thinking as he looks at my bound and gagged form forced to witness this display of hot sex.  Does he realize he’s merely a toy for my Mistress to use against me.  He is nothing more than a pair of nipple clamps, or a whip.  Just a device used to inflict pain upon this poor helpless slave.

Suddenly my Mistress makes him pull out and she uses a cloth to clean her juices from his prick and takes him in her mouth once again.  She positions herself so i am able to see very clearly her efforts on this rock hard shaft.  She is looking me in the eye as she franticly works the cock with her mouth and tongue.  Roy begins to buck and orgasm she slows and i witness his cock pulsing as she takes his hot semen in her mouth.  It’s clear she is not swallowing.  Once Roy’s orgasm begins to subside she pulls her mouth off his prick.  Her mouth is full of jiz which she spits into my face.

“This is cum slave, something that will never escape your prick again.”  “Look at it and taste it bitch, it’s the closest thing to an orgasm you will ever experience.” Her tone is stern and mocking.  “How’s that fat useless prick of yours doing anyway all locked up in it’s cage?” she continues to mock as she takes the chain between the nipple clamps and pulls hard.  Pain shoots through me as drinks in my look of pain and despair she has created.  She is thrilled.

Roy enters her again from the rear banging her doggy style, she is facing me and beginning to lose herself in the throws of pleasure once again.  She reaches forward and braces herself by placing her hands on my shoulders and resting her forehead on mine.  She begins bucking wildly in what is obviously a grand orgasm and it being her second o the night.  Once her orgasms subsides she falls to the mattress completely spent and Roy does the same. 

After a minute or two of rest my Mistress gets out of bed, goes to the rest room and returns with a leather helmet.  This particular helmet is loose fitting with holes in the nasal area for breathing but it’s not real restrictive.  However it does rob of the ability to see.

“How did you like the show pet?” she asks mockingly as she applies the hood and seals me into a world of darkness.  “It’s all over for now so why don’t you try and get some rest.”  “I know Roy and I will.” 

She removes the nipple clamps and i feel her caressing my chest, stopping briefly at each nipple for a little tweek.  This causes me to flinch from the already present pain of the nipple clamps being removed.  Her hand trails down to my caged member and she cups it in her hand while playing with my nipples with the other.

“Oh, does baby want to come?” she purrs at me in her husky mocking tone.  “Roy just had a huge orgasm and I bet it was hard for you to watch knowing you will be denied again and always.” She continued.

She stops and i hear her crawl over to Roy and cuddle.  “Nighty night slave.” she purrs as she curls into her warm bed with Roy, leaving me in uncomfortable bondage which appears to be for the night.

“Are you going to leave him like that all night.” i hear Roy ask still unable to grasp the depths of my Mistresses cruelty.

“Of course I am lover, I told you he is only a slave and my hobby to make sure he is suffering at all times.” My Mistress replied.

“It doesn’t seem like he would be able to last through the night the way you have him, it seems like it would be to painful.” Roy said, still shocked that she would consider leaving me this way.

“First of all, like I said before, he doesn’t get to decide whether I free him or not and he can’t escape.” “So you see, he has no choice but to spend the night just as he is no matter how painful.”  “Second,” my Mistress continued in a somewhat annoyed tone.  “whether he can take it or not doesn’t concern me, he will take it.”  “Now if this is to much for you grasp you can get out, or you can shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep.”

“Good night.” were the last words i heard as Roy and my Mistress drifted off to sleep leaving me with the pain starting to creep into my arms and legs due the length of time kept in the same position.  It would be difficult for me to get any rest tonight, more difficult than usual.  As my Mistress explained to Roy, there was no choice to be made by me, I would endure through the night and pray for morning and my brief moment of freedom between the bondages my Mistress would no doubt apply.