Cops and Robbers

       Desdemona came home late that night from her job as a Tacoma City Police Officer because it had been a full moon, a night that any officer could attest to being more violent than normal.  She’d been swamped with all the reports from her numerous calls and arrests as well as the rest of the officers on her shift.  Being the ranking squad leader had its perks at times but some nights it sucked being the one in charge. 

       Nonetheless Desdemona was a damn good cop so the job had eventually become hers, though much to the disbelief and anger of some of her fellow officers.  Jealousy was one of the reasons rumors flew around the department constantly about Desdemona possibly being a lesbian.  The fact that she wasn’t hesitant in the least to rough up a suspect combined with her natural dominant personality didn’t help much either.

       But Desdemona didn’t really mind all that much what the other officers thought of her, as long as they did their job and didn’t get in her way, she didn’t care.  Besides, if they knew half of her darker, and real secrets, then they would really have something to talk about.

       Desdemona wasn’t about to let her co-workers know that in fact, she was a professional dominatrix, that she liked to restrain men in bondage and torture them.  She knew that that was a fact best kept under wraps for everyone’s sake.

       She pulled her black and white squad car into the driveway of her dark house, killed the engine and stepped out into the warm summer night, her badge gleaming in the moonlight.  She stretched, her long legs filling out the pressed navy blue pants all the way to her black boots, polished to a shine.  A sly smile as she thought, If only the guys knew how I really got the shine into these boots.

       When asked she said that she used kiwi boot polish, a lighter, and a lot of cotton balls.  This of course was a lie, though they probably wouldn’t believe that she had a man wearing nothing but panties and a collar lick them while on his hands and knees at her feet, that this and many other similar acts of dominance and submission are considered foreplay to people who practice BDSM.  Then they’d have an even harder time understanding how these people of acquired tastes have intercourse.

       Desdemona stopped in mid-stretch when she saw a glimmer of light out of the corner of her eye, she snapped her head to the side and waited to see if she would catch it again.  Then she did, what looked like a flashlight beam played across the closed drapes of her living room.

       Her hand went to her service pistol, a Beretta 92F, as she crept silently around the house to enter from the backdoor.

                       

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       Noah made another pass through the living room, quickly playing his flashlight across the furniture, revealing the drapes of the front window momentarily.  He saw nothing of further value that he could carry by himself.

       He stopped to contemplate how he would disperse of the night’s haul, he could pawn the jewelry and electronics.  As for the DVDs, he knew a guy who was into bootlegging who could probably give him a half-fair price.  Then his mind turned back to the desktop computer, he would’ve preferred a laptop, they were much easier to handle, but he figured a second trip would be worth it.

       Guided by the flashlight he walked over to the corner where the computer sat on a home office-type desk, he crouched down to start unplugging the power and internet cords from the wall.

       This is how Desdemona found him when she stepped quietly into the living room, her weapon pointed out in front of her in her right hand, her flashlight just below it in her left, she hadn’t turned it on yet as to not alert the perp of her presence.

       Fucking punk, robbing my own home, she thought.

       She cocked her pistol and turned her flashlight on simultaneously, bathing the thief in light, the pistol action sounded as loud as if she’d already opened fire in the otherwise quiet room.

       Noah only jumped slightly, but his heart immediately starting racing, his pulse easily doubling in less than a second.  His mind tried to comprehend the notion that he’d just been caught, after so many years of successful robberies, he’d been caught.  He simply couldn’t believe it.

       She’d let the sudden cocking of her weapon speak for her, but now Desdemona said, “Tacoma Police Department, don’t move.”

       She let that sink in for a second, savoring the man’s fear.  Desdemona was a natural cop, she always had been for the simple reason that she could smell fear, and she liked it.  The man was dressed in black, black slacks and a black tank top undershirt.  All she could see of the man was his back and the back of his head, she suddenly became curious.

       “Turn off the flashlight, lay it on the floor, and stand up,” her voice was as hard as steel, it easily demanded the man’s cooperation and left no room for argument.

       Noah slowly did as he was told as not to appear as if he were about to attempt an escape.  He clicked the flashlight off and set it on the floor, then he rose from his crouch to a standing position, facing his shadow on the wall.

       “Lace your hands behind your head and turn around slowly,” Desdemona said.

       Noah turned 180 degrees to the left and was immediately blinking, blinded by the light as he faced her.  Desdemona on the other hand could see him clearly and an irresistible idea started to form in her head as she realized that she liked what she saw.

       Oooh, pretty, she thought upon seeing his face.

       “Would you mind pointing the flashlight somewhere else?  You’re blinding me,” Noah said.

       “Shut up,” Desdemona answered coldly, her mind suddenly made up as to what she was going to do with the young man.

       Admiring his features while he was still blind to her judging gaze, her mind started to imagine all the fun she was going with this man, this boy toy, her new bitch.

       “Turn around and get up against the wall, I suggest you cooperate for your own good,” she said, her voice hard with authority.

       Noah did as he was told, turning around and stepping up against the wall, not taking his hands from behind his head.  Keeping the gun on him, Desdemona walked over to the light switch on the wall and flipped it on, illuminating the room with the ceiling light, therefore freeing one of her hands of the flashlight.  She watched the man as she stepped up behind him pulling a zip-tie from a pocket on her belt.  She pressed the gun into his back to let him know that it wouldn’t be put away until he was cuffed, and with one hand threaded the free end of the zip-tie into the locking end, making a loop.  She then reached up and pulled his left hand down to the small of his back and put the looped zip-tie around his left wrist, she then reached up and pulled his right hand down put it inside the loop with his left.  Then she pulled the slack of the free end through the locking end and with a harsh zipping sound, his wrists were secured behind his back.

       She gripped him by his elbow and pulled him towards the hallway, forcing him to walk with her.

       “Wait a minute, where are we going?” he protested.

       She noticed his voice held a good amount of alarm.  Good, she thought, but you have no idea what’s in store for you little boy.

       As they walked by the computer desk she picked up the foam stress ball that she kept next to the monitor and crammed it into his mouth as he tried to protest again.  She knew that she didn’t have to secure it in place for in his fear she could already sense his submission to her, she could hear it in his the muffled indignant sounds he made through the crude gag.  Desdemona knew that there was no question as to who was in complete control.

       Noah was close to believing he was dreaming the swift turn of events in the moments since being caught by the female police officer that he’d still yet to get a good look at.  The zip-tie kept his hands at his back and the foam ball she’d shoved into his mouth made sure he was unable to speak, the firm grip she kept on his elbow led him irresistibly down the hall towards a bedroom, he saw the dancing yellow light of candles illuminating the hall.

       Desdemona forcefully pulled him into her bedroom, then kicked the door shut behind them.  With one hand she slammed him up against the door, she pressed her bodyweight against him to keep him there.  She still had her gun in her hand, she kept it in his view as she leaned against him, with her left hand she pulled the stress ball from his mouth, once it was out of his gasping mouth her hand went to his throat and clutched it tight enough to make his breathing difficult.

       “What’s going on?  You’re supposed to take me to jail,” his voice was labored from her grip on his throat, not much more than a whisper.

       “Oh I know,” Desdemona said as she lightly caressed his face with the barrel of the pistol, then she gritted her teeth as she shoved the barrel into his mouth and continued through barred teeth, “you committed a crime little boy, you broke into my home, and that’s a felony in my eyes,” she said.

       Savoring the terror in his eyes, she slowly removed the barrel of the Beretta from his mouth, his fear excited her.

       Even in his fleeting horror at how the situation was changing, even in his pure panic, Noah could see the police officer was beautiful, despite her cruel demeanor he found himself attracted to her.  He worried for his sanity, to be having such thoughts as the woman he was thinking about was shoving a gun into his mouth while he was bound, utterly helpless.  He’d yet to fully understand the true meaning of helpless.

       “You’re going to be punished,” she continued, this time pushing the pistols’ barrel under his chin and pressing up, forcing him to look at the ceiling, she never loosened the grip of her left hand at his throat, “this house is now your prison.  But its going to be just like real prison, you’re going to be my little prison bitch.”

       He couldn’t believe, couldn’t understand why but, though she was hurting him, he liked it.  And Noah had a strange feeling that this woman knew he liked it too, and that she was going to enjoy hurting him very much.

       Suddenly she stopped abusing him with the pistol and placed it back in its holster, she kept her left hand pressed into his throat while she pulled out a knife with her right.  Desdemona then proceeded to cut his black undershirt off.  Just two quick cuts and it fell to the floor.  She looked down and admired his taught chest and stomach muscles.

       “Crime must keep you fit.  Well now this body is no longer yours, its mine to enjoy,” she said, staring steadfast into his eyes.

       Finally releasing his throat, she then took off his shoes, socks, then undid his belt, opened the button and zipper, then jerked his pants down.  Noah’s breathing sped up as she brought the knife towards the boxer briefs he was wearing and quickly cut them from his body, leaving him completely nude and bound while she still wore the pressed uniform and gleaming badge of a police officer.

       She stepped back and looked him up and down and seemed pleased, “Yes, I do believe I’m going to have fun with you.”

       Once again she seized him by the elbow and led him, this time to the corner of the room where she then kicked him in the back of the knee, unceremoniously dropping him to his knees in the corner.  She pushed on the back of his head, pressing his face into the corner.

       “Stay just like that,” Desdemona said.

       She then walked away to another part of the room, leaving him unable to see anything.  First she picked up her digital camera she kept on the dresser, turning it on as she turned back to her bound toy in the corner.  She snapped off a few pictures just to make sure she got at least one good one.  The flash let Noah know what she was doing, but the sounds he heard as she went about some task gave him no clue as to what it was.

       On the other side of the room, Desdemona was pulling various toys out of drawers and boxes.  A leather blindfold comprised of a thin strap with two large padded circles that press down on the eyelids when the strap was cinched behind the head, making it impossible to open them, therefore making it the perfect blindfold.  Next was a black leather dog collar with a D ring on the front for the attaching of a leash which she knew would come in handy in regards to her new pet.  Then she pulled out a black rubber ballgag, the ball was rather big, she judged by what she’d seen of the young man’s mouth that it would be a tight fit, perfect for keeping him quiet as he endured what she had in store for him.  Desdemona then pulled out various lengths of soft white rope, eventually she’d have to take off the tight zip-tie, plus she had multiple ways she wanted to bind and pose her new bitch.  She then extracted a long, stiff riding crop from the box she stored it in, she patted it against her hand a couple times, feeling the rough and hard striking surface, a shiver of anticipation ran through her as she imagined how it would sound as it struck the young man’s ass, she decided it would be nothing short of sweet music to her ears.  Desdemona reached into the drawer where she kept the bullwhip coiled among some other toys.  She picked up the looped black whip, it was six feet long and very much a REAL bullwhip.  She knew it would go a long way in helping get his ass a perfect shade of red.  And with his ass in mind, that brought Desdemona to the next thing she reached for.  At 10 inches long and thicker than she could get her hand around, her strap-on dildo was quite a sight to behold.  She stepped into the harness and secured it over her police uniform, the pure black dildo extended from the navy blue uniform pants like the two were meant to go together.  The big black cock reflected the candle light on its shiny surface.

       Wanting her new toy to get used to idea that she had the cock early, she decided to waste no time in introducing him to it, though she still wanted to surprise him.  She picked up the blindfold from the dresser where she’d assembled everything, Desdemona walked over to his kneeling form.  Without a word she pulled his head back by his hair just enough to get the blindfold in front of his face, she then positioned the pads over his eyes and tightened the strap, securing the buckle behind his head.  Now Noah wasn’t even able to open his eyes.

       “Get up,” Desdemona commanded.

       Noah stood up but no sooner had he gotten to his feet when Desdemona suddenly spun him around and forced him back to his knees.

       She looked at her huge cock sitting right in front of his face as she paused to savor the moment.

       “Open your mouth,” she ordered.

       “What?” he asked, his nervousness evident in his voice.

       “I said open your fucking mouth, now,” Desdemona said.

       Hesitantly, naked, bound, and blindfolded, Noah opened his mouth about an inch.

       “Wider,” Desdemona ordered.

       He opened his mouth wider, then suddenly Desdemona grabbed the back of his head and shoved her cock into his mouth.  Noah immediately cried out in surprise and tried to pull away but Desdemona held his head firmly in her hands as she thrust her cock further into his mouth, turning his surprised yelp into a gag as the head of the dildo poked the back of his throat.  Gasping for breath, Noah continued to resist the intrusion into his mouth but Desdemona held his head in place as she started to rhythmically enter his open mouth.  Desdemona thrust hard not caring if he could breath as he sucked in gasps of air between sucking her cock and choking.  She started forcing it further and further down his throat as he choked and gagged.  She wasn’t satisfied to just fuck his face, she wanted to quite literally rape his mouth.

       “You like that?” she asked as she forced him to suck her cock, “I bet you’ll think twice about breaking into someone’s house next time, huh?”

       Noah couldn’t possibly answer, choking and gagging with tears forming behind the blindfold, all he could do was kneel and take the huge cock into his mouth.  To his disbelief he started to realize that he was growing aroused, his cock started to become stiff and hard even as hers rammed further and further down his throat.

       Desdemona kept the strap-on in his mouth, plunging it down his throat for ten more minutes, his moans were constantly interrupted by gags as she fucked his throat. 

       With one final thrust, Desdemona pushed her cock all the way into his throat until his nose was pressed against her belt buckle and she held him there, unable to breathe around the girth of it for a slow count of ten.  When she reached ten in her head she released him and he collapsed to the floor in a heap barely conscious, taking in deep sobbing breaths.

       Fucking her new toy’s mouth had pleased Desdemona very much, it turned her on exponentially and she had to remind herself that this was just the beginning.  She’s seen how he’d become aroused while being forced to suck the strap-on, confirming what she already knew, he was naturally submissive to one such as herself, he was clay in her hands.

       She set herself to the task of getting him ready for what was next in store with a slight smile on her face.

       When Noah came to he was propped face down on the bed.  The tight and uncomfortable zip-tie had been replaced with soft but tight rope, again binding his wrists behind his back.  He must have been in a semi-dazed state for a while because he was supporting himself, he was in a tripod position with his knees and face on the bed, his ass up in the air.  The blindfold was still in place rendering him perfectly blind and something big was in his mouth, it felt like a ball with a strap going around behind his head keeping it in place.  He couldn’t see it, but this was the large black ballgag that Desdemona had placed on the dresser.  He felt something around his neck as well, not tight, but definitely noticeable, it felt like soft leather: the collar.

       Desdemona stood nearby, leaning against the wall and watching him, she could tell by his breathing that he had fully woken up.  She stood still as to make no sound, wanting him to be as disoriented as possible, she would’ve liked to add earplugs to the ensemble but wanted him to hear her voice, so he could hear her commands and taunts, so he wouldn’t forget who was in charge here.  There was nothing she liked to see more than a man bound, gagged, and blindfolded with his ass in the air, completely helpless and at her mercy.

       She still wore her police uniform, she liked the authoritative air that it gave her, especially when compared to the nakedness of her captive.  She still wore the strap-on, she considered it a fluke that she hadn’t been born with a real one considering her completely dominant nature, so during sessions like these she always wore it, as much as for its use as for the symbolism it represented.  She had the cock, therefore she was in charge.  In her hand was the bullwhip, its full length laid on the floor.

       With a flick of her wrist she cracked the bullwhip, breaking the silence that had hung suspended in the room and savored the sight of him jumping in surprise, even the little yelp he made through the gag.  Noah’s breathing came faster after the sudden scare, she could see his chest heaving as he shuddered involuntarily, his physical reactions were impossible to hide in the vulnerable position of bondage and nudity he was in, that she had placed him in.

       She stepped away from the wall towards the bed, cocked her arm back and expertly snapped the end of the whip against his exposed ass.  Noah screamed into the ballgag as a six inch welt, the brightest red in color, immediately rose up across his bare buttocks.  The scream tapered off into a long moan, muffled by the gag.  Though the pain was excruciating, he couldn’t help but enjoy it, he actually liked what was being done to him.  He didn’t understand how this could be but he didn’t have long to dwell on it because with another deft flick of her wrist, Desdemona brought the end of the bullwhip lashing across his ass again, raising another matching welt to go with the first one.  Noah twitched and screamed again from the somehow pleasurable pain. 

       Desdemona whipped him again, then again, and continued on.  Noah was helpless to stop the punishment that this woman was raining down upon him, he screamed into the gag, his hands spasmodically opened and closed at the small of his back, yet he did nothing to evade the blows.  Because he liked it, not just deep down, but he realized that he wanted this.  Then the pain became too much to think through, then all he could do was endure.

       When Desdemona finally stopped her onslaught, Noah’s ass no longer had individual welts on it, it was one uniform shade of red.  She’d left not an inch of his cute little ass untouched.  Placing her hand on his nicely colored ass she could actually feel the heat from the blood brought to the surface of the skin and she knew that she had never delivered a punishment such as this, that any other submissive would have pathetically whined the safe word after the seventh or eighth blow.  Though obviously she hadn’t given her bitch a safe word, he had jumped and twitched throughout the beating but he hadn’t tried to evade or ward off the blows in any way.  It seemed she had quite the submissive on her hands.

       Noah was still breathing hard as she put her hand on his ass, still uttering an occasional moan into the gag.  He’d never felt such a rush before in his life, nothing else even came close.

       Desdemona slowly rubbed her hand across the beet red skin, then decided that she wasn’t quite done with it yet.  Walking over to the dresser, she laid the bullwhip down and picked up the riding crop, hefted it in her hand and inspected its length.  It was about three feet long, starting at the handle that sported a loop to put around her wrist, then the thin but extremely sturdy stick-like extension, its small diameter made it even more aerodynamic, extending up to the hard plastic tip that resembled a 3 inch by 3 inch spatula, only a lot harder.

       Crop in hand, Desdemona stepped back to Noah’s bound form waiting on the bed.  In the darkness of his blindfold, he couldn’t even guess at what she planned to do next, wanting to add to the suspense, Desdemona watched and waited.  After a few moments she started caressing the curve of his reddened ass with the tip of the riding crop, Noah moaned at the gentle touch.  Then in a blur of speed Desdemona brought the crop down on his right ass cheek, there was a whoosh as the crop cut through the air, then a loud pop as it connected with his already throbbing flesh.  Noah sobbed a cry into the ballgag knowing that this was just the first blow, he shivered from just as much despair as delight at the prospect of further punishment.

       Desdemona swatted his ass with the riding crop again, this time on the left cheek, this brought another scream of pleasure mixed with pain, she could tell by the tone just how much he was enjoying this, she’d heard many different screams in her experience as a dominant, and she never got tired of hearing them.  She wasn’t disappointed in this aspect as she brought the crop down again and again, each blow elicited yet another yelp of pain from the her bitch, and she absolutely loved it.

       After about fifteen minutes of corporal punishment via the riding crop, Noah’s ass was a deep crimson and hot to the touch.  She felt the heat as she rubbed his nicely colored ass to relieve some of the pain, after all, she wasn’t a totally merciless dominant.

       Noah was breathing hard again, as well he should be, he’d never been in so much pain in his life, nonetheless he’d enjoyed every intense minute of it and was secretly begging for more.

       “I know you enjoyed that,” Desdemona said, seeming to read his thoughts, “that’s okay because I liked it too.  Now I have something else for you, though you may not like it at first.  You‘ll just have to get used to it bitch.”

       Once again Desdemona walked back to the dresser, she replaced the crop and dug out a new bottle of anal lubricant.  She couldn’t help but smile as she looked at it, He’s going to need a lot of this. 

       She knew that this brand was the highest quality money could buy, it was even thicker than KY jelly, which was important during anal sex, especially for this particular session, she knew her ten inch cock was going to be a very tight fit.  That thought got another smile.

       After grabbing a rag to wipe off her hands, Desdemona turned and walked back over to the bed intent on turning her deviant thoughts into a reality.  She crawled up on the bed with Noah, he could feel her situating herself behind him, and he felt more exposed than ever.  He heard a click as she flipped the top open and then moaned as he felt the thick wetness being rubbing on and around his tight asshole.  His heart fluttered in his chest as he realized what she was preparing to do.

       “See?  I told you it was going to be just like real prison,” she said tauntingly.

       As she spoke she started entering him with her finger, pushing more of the lubricant into his ass.  She could feel how tight he was just for her one finger, I’m going to enjoy this, she thought.

       Desdemona started fingerfucking him, then stopped long enough to slip her middle finger in with her index, while she did that she applied the anal lube to the strap-on with her other hand, sliding her hand up and down the shaft to make sure it received a thick coat.  After she was sure her cock was lubed sufficiently, she withdrew her fingers from his ass, wiped her hands off on the rag and with her hand, maneuvered her cock towards his ass.  Just like before she put it in his mouth, she just looked at it, savoring the sight she wouldn’t allow him to see, the sight of her huge cock about to make him her bitch in every sense of the word.

       Then she gently slid her strap-on into his waiting ass.  Noah tried to relax as much as possible, but it was just so big, and he was being forced to do something he never thought he would do.  Desdemona knew she couldn’t be as rough with his ass as she had been with his mouth less she risk injuring her new toy the first night it was in her possession, though she decided that she would make sure he would be walking funny for a little while, if she allowed him to walk.

       She was gentle, but not too gentle, the head disappeared into his tight asshole, but she didn’t stop there, she continued to push into his body, watching inch after wet inch slide inside of him.  He started to whimper and moan, but she ignored him, after all, that’s what bitches are supposed to do.

       Noah had no way of knowing that the dildo was only halfway in, he’d never felt anything remotely like what he was experiencing, he didn’t know how much more of the strap-on he could take.  But it just kept coming, he felt it deep inside of him, rearranging his insides.  A strap-on dildo like the kind he’d seen in porno videos, worn by a female cop being shoved inside of his ass.  It was a situation he never could’ve comprehended before, but as humiliating as it was, he was beginning to like it.

       She watched the dildo disappear steadily into his asshole listening to the melody of his moans which were increasing in volume as his ass was filled with more and more of the black cock, until finally, with the head sticking ten inches inside of him, her hips pressed up against his buttocks.  She stayed there, letting him get used to the feel of her cock, the symbol of her dominance over him, all the way inside of him.  His breathing had speeded up as she withdrew the dildo about halfway out, then slide it back in again, faster this time, and once again not stopping the thrust until her hips pressed against him.  She withdrew the cock and pushed back inside, again and again, increasing the speed and listening to him scream into the gag as she fucked him in his ass for the first time.  Bound, gagged, and blindfolded, he was totally powerless to resist, she knew this and it pleased her.  She had another’s body in the palm of her hand and she was doing whatever she wished with it.

       She gripped his hips and rhythmically thrust inside of him, fucking his ass with her cock, everything she’d done to him turned her on.  His ass beaten so badly he wouldn’t be able to sit down for days, the ropes expertly binding his hands behind his back, the blindfold keeping him in complete darkness, the gag strapped into his mouth, taking away his right to speech and reducing the sounds he made to moans and grunts, the collar wrapped around his throat, a symbol of his ownership.

       After a while of mercilessly fucking him in his ass, Desdemona slowed down, then pushed all the way inside of him once more and kept pushing him down towards the bed until his legs straightened out and he was laying flat on the bed, the dildo still in his ass.  Then, ever so slowly, she withdrew herself from inside his body, the big black dildo slide gracefully from his ass.  He gave a slight moan when it came all the way out, then he lay there, shaking and breathing hard.

       Noah lay exhausted on the bed, he didn’t know how long it had been since she’d first started fucking him, but it felt like an eternity.  Desdemona lightly caressed his body as he slowly recovered from his deflowering. 

       They stayed like that for twenty minutes or so, then Desdemona untied Noah’s hands, then she unbuckled the blindfold and removed it from his face, then she removed the ballgag from his mouth.

       “Do you need anything?” she asked.

       Noah slowly reached up to his face and massaged his jaw, then opened his eyes, squinting against the dim candle light.

       After a few failed attempts to speak, he asked, “Can I use the restroom?”

       “Anything else?” Desdemona asked.

       He shook his head no.

       Desdemona shoved the ballgag back into his mouth and secured it behind his head as he whined in protest.

       “You haven’t earned the privilege of having your mouth free yet,” Desdemona said as she turned to the dresser and retrieved the chain leash.

       She clipped the end to his collar and looped the leather handle around her wrist.

       “When I command you to go somewhere, whether it be verbally or I’m leading you on this leash, you will crawl on your hands and knees.  Is that understood?” Desdemona said.

       With the ballgag in his mouth, Noah could only nod his head.

       “Good boy, now let’s go,” she said.

       He got off the bed and lowered himself down to the floor on his hands and knees, she stepped to the door and he crawled at the end of the leash.  Desdemona opened the bedroom door and they started down the hall, she walking and him crawling on his hands and knees, leashed like a dog, her dog.

       The bathroom was down the hall to the left, they went inside and she told him to do what he needed to do.  With he eyes cast on the floor he crawled to the toilet and stood up in front of it.

       “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?  You’re my bitch remember?  That means you sit down to pee,” she said.

       Wide-eyed, Noah looked at her incredulously.

       “You heard me bitch.  Sit down,” with that, Desdemona turned him around and pushed him down onto the toilet seat.

       Noah looked at her pleadingly, but she just gave him her steely-eyed gaze.  Finally he dropped his eyes to the floor and relieved himself, sitting down like the bitch he was.

       Back in the bedroom, she tied his hands together in front of him, put him on his knees again and with her hand slide the head of the strap-on dildo she wore across the ballgag wedged in his mouth.

       Looking into his eyes, Desdemona said, “I know you want this,” then after a pause she asked, “do you want this?”
       Looking up to meet her gaze, Noah slowly nodded his head.  She knew what the answer would be.  Desdemona reached behind his head and unbuckled the gag once more, pulled it from his mouth and tossed it onto the bed.

       “Let me see you suck some cock bitch,” she said.

       Noah reached his bound hands up and lightly grasped the shaft of the dildo, then he closed his eyes and started licking the head.  He traced his tongue down to lick the sides of the rubber cock, then back up to the head again.  Then he took it into his mouth and started moving his head back and forth, giving Desdemona the blowjob she’d commanded.

       Noah started getting into it, letting the cock push against his cheeks and occasionally pulling it from his mouth to lick along its length.  But he wasn’t gagging and Desdemona decided that he wasn’t taking in enough of it if he wasn’t gagging, so she placed one hand on the back of his head and started pushing him down further every time his head bobbed.  Noah immediately started gagging, he wasn’t accustomed to sucking cock, let alone one as big as Desdemona’s, but enjoyed it.  He enjoyed sucking her cock and he liked to have her force his head further down.

       It wasn’t long before he his own cock started to get hard again, he had thought he was about to cum just from having her fuck his ass, but he hadn’t.

       Noticing his arousal, Desdemona said, “You like your Mistress’s cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

       That was the first time she’d referred to herself as his Mistress, and it only turned Noah on more.  He managed to make a noise that would somehow sound like an affirmative to her question, but with the cock making him gag as he sucked it, it wasn’t easy.

       “That’s okay bitch, you’ll get used to it.  And I know you love it.  You want to touch yourself, don’t you?” the question was more of a taunt, she knew he did.

       Noah started to moan as he sucked her cock, he’d never needed release as he did at that moment.

       “I bet you want to cum, don’t you?” she asked.

       Noah was making pleading noises as he took the dildo into his mouth.

       Desdemona just watched him suck and listening to him moan for a while, making him wait, then said, “You have my permission to make yourself cum bitch.”

       To make him pay for the privilege she’d bestowed upon him, she pushed his head even harder onto her cock, as his mouth slid further down the shaft he took his bound hands from it and grasped his own, he was rock hard in need.  He masturbated even as he gagged on the cock in his mouth and quickly reached climax.  He’d never felt an orgasm as powerful as the one he had while on his knees, bound and sucking the strap-on of the domineering woman who had taken control of him, who even as he came, continued to fuck his mouth with abandon.

       After he finished, she pulled enough of her cock from his mouth to look down and see that he’d came on her boots.  That was okay, she’d counted on that.

       “That felt good, didn’t it bitch?  But now you’ve gone and made a mess on my boots, and now you’re going to have to clean it up,” she said.

       Noah looked up at her uncomprehendingly, her cock still in his mouth.

       “Lick it up,” she said.

       Noah’s heart almost stopped beating when he heard what she wanted him to do, his eyes widened and he gasped as much as he could with a dildo in his mouth.

       She gripped his hair at the top of his head and started pushing him straight down to the floor, down to her boots.

       “Go on, lick it up,” she said.

       She kept a hold of his hair and pushed his face down until her boots were all he could see, he hesitated for only a moment, but then he realized the futility of resistance, and he started licking the cum off her boots.

       “There you go, lick it up and swallow it,” Desdemona commanded.

       Noah did as his Mistress commanded, he licked his own cum off her black combat boots and swallowed it.  She held his head down until he had cleaned all of the cum off her boots and they were as shiny and spotless as before.

       “That’s a good boy,” she said patronizingly as she crammed the ballgag into his mouth and buckled it behind his head yet again.

       

Six Months later…

       Lying on his back with his legs in the air, Noah couldn’t possibly feel anymore violated from the way that Desdemona was fucking him.  Desdemona shoved her cock inside of him, again and again.  Noah didn’t scream quite as loudly as he did the first night that she’d made him take her cock into his ass, but he still moaned as much as the ballgag would allow.

       Desdemona knew that there was no chance of him resisting, that he loved being treated this way, but she enjoyed tying him up during sex, it was a real turn on.  Besides, he belonged to her, she could do whatever she wanted to him.  She’d decided that she wanted to be able to move him around with ease, to switch positions as well as for other activities, so she’d bound his wrists tightly in front of him.  The collar was fastened around his neck, a leash was clipped to the D ring and she held the handle firmly in her hand, occasionally giving it a slight tug in unison with an especially deep thrust.  The chastity device kept his genitalia out of the way of her thrusting cock, it consisted of a simple leather sack laced around his penis and testicles, he had no use for them when being fucked in this way anyways.  If he was good, she may let him cum later, after he’s been put through his paces.

One Year later…

       Noah strode down the hall from the bedroom to the kitchen, as always he wore his nakedness with pride, clad only in his black leather collar.  His life had changed dramatically in the last year, but only for the better.  Before he’d only been surviving, living, but without a purpose.  Now, he had a Mistress, he was her submissive, her bitch.  She took care of him and he gave himself to her, wholly and completely and she used him the way she saw fit, much to his enjoyment.  He enjoyed how she liked surprising him, sometimes dominating him in exotic places, other times sharing him with one of her friends.

       Now he walked down the hall to the kitchen where Desdemona kept the dry-erase board on the refrigerator, she always left instructions for him as to how he will present himself to her when she returned home from work.

       Noah glanced at the board, then ran his finger down the list of abbreviations she’d posted next to the board, that way she saved time by not having to write out everything he had to do, she only had to write a few letters and he just had to look on the corresponding list to see what the abbreviations stood for.  He’d pretty much memorized the meanings of them all but he always double-checked to make sure, he didn’t want to displease his Mistress.

       The first abbreviation was “BG,” he checked the list and as he expected, it stood for bit gag.  Desdemona wanted him to have the bit gag already fastened in his mouth when she arrived.  Noah preferred to have her gag him herself, but she did that plenty as it was, so he couldn’t complain.

       The next abbreviation read, “AP.”  Consulting the list, he confirmed that this stood for anal plug.  His Mistress wanted him to have a butt plug inserted in his ass, he knew this usually meant that she planned to use it extensively.  Desdemona would have liked to leave one in all the time but that would stretch the elasticity of her slave’s ass, elaborate research had revealed that information, most likely found out at the expense of someone who discovered that fact the hard way.  Though she was able to make up for it, in addition to making him use the restroom sitting down, to instill the fact that he was the “woman” of the relationship, for a few days a month she would make him wear a tampon in his ass when not getting fucked.  Desdemona liked to constantly remind him of his place and it worked, he never forgot who was in charge.

       The next and last abbreviation on the board was, “FS.”  Checking the board he confirmed that it stood for foot stool.  She wanted him on his hands and knees in front of her easy chair in the living room so she could put her feet up after a long day’s work.

       Noah shivered just thinking of being on his hands and knees, bit gag in his mouth and an anal plug in his ass with his Mistress fully dressed in her uniform relaxing, using him as her footstool.

       With that thought in his head, he headed for the bedroom to set about preparing for his Mistress’s arrival.  First he lubricated his fingers and started fingering himself, warming himself up for the butt plug, it wasn’t exactly small.  Once he’d worked up to two fingers, he rubbed the anal lube onto the plug and pressed it against his wet asshole.  Slowly, he pushed it in, until the flared base butted up against his ass, holding it in place.

       Then he opened the drawer where Desdemona kept the gags, there were quite a few of them.  He located the bit gag and placed it between his teeth, he then looped the strap into the buckle behind his head and cinched it down, locking it in place.  He looked himself over in the mirror, making sure he looked presentable for his Mistress.  As he did he realized how odd this would seem to someone else, someone who didn’t like these things.  But Noah just couldn’t imagine not liking the things he liked, the bondage, the submission, the anal sex.

       Satisfied with what he saw, Noah once again headed down the hall, this time walking into the living room.  He crossed the room to Mistress’s favorite chair and lowered himself down to his hands and knees in front of it to wait for his Mistress.

       As it were, he wasn’t waiting long.  Soon he heard her squad car pull into the driveway, he’d learned to recognize it’s distinct sound, Desdemona had instructed him to, since no one would believe that he was her live-in maid if he were to answer the door naked wearing a dog collar.  The ruse had worked on multiple occasions with both her friends and family, none were surprised that Desdemona would hire a man as a maid, she was the alpha female, as she saw they all worked for her anyway.

       He heard her key in the lock, then the door opened and she stepped inside, he couldn’t see her because she always wanted him facing away so she could see him and he couldn’t see her.  He heard the door shut, then footsteps approaching.

       Then his Mistress sat down in the chair and placed her feet crossed across his back.

       “Hello bitch,” Desdemona said.

       Then, Noah knew, the fun would begin.