 |
|||
|
|
MISTRESS EVE
During a break the mistresses were talking and I heard Mistress Stephanie ask Mistress Eve how she came to be a dominatrix.
“It was because I was the town fat girl,” Mistress Eve answered.
“What?” Mistress Stephanie gasped in disbelief. Mistress Eve is quite slender and very fit.
“It’s true,” Eve said. “I was the fattest girl in town when I was growing up, and my family was poor and definitely not socially acceptable.”
“You must be kidding,” Stephanie said.
“No. I grew up in a dreary little town in Kentucky,” Eve said. “My dad was a drunk and my mother took in laundry to make ends meet. We lived in a run down old house and I was fat. I weighed almost two hundred pounds when I was sixteen.”
“No way,” Stephanie gasped in disbelief. “Look at you now.”
Mistress Eve shrugged. “My mother died when I was seventeen and dad went to prison a few months later for auto theft. I was on my own after that.
“I got a job as a cashier at a truck stop and managed to complete high school,” Eve went on. “Then I just existed for three years. I had no hopes and no help from anyone.”
“Oh my,” whispered Stephanie. “You had no other family?”
“None, it was tough,” Eve shrugged. “But I got by and it made me strong.”
“Strong enough to be a dom?”
“Yes,” Eve nodded, “As it turned out.
“No one ever looked at me twice,” Eve went on, “Especially none of the boys. But there was one boy that I liked.”
“Was he nice?”
“Actually he was,” Eve said. “He was one of the few kids in school that was considerate and didn’t make fun of me. He was very cute and his family had a lot of money. He just didn’t see me as a girl.”
“What was his name?”
“Cory.”
“Did you dominate him?” Stephanie asked.
“I sure did.”
“What happened?”
“My car broke down one afternoon,” Eve said. “It was an old car and I couldn’t afford to get it fixed. It was pouring rain and I had some bags of old clothes that a lady had given me. The window leaked and they were getting soaked and it just all came crashing down on me. I just cried and cried. I wanted to die.”
Mistress Stephanie put her arms around Mistress Eve.
“Cory happened by and stopped to help,” Eve went on. “He put me in his car, then loaded all my things and drove me home. I was ashamed to let him see the house but he didn’t care. He made several trips carrying my things inside and he was soaked to the skin. I told him to take off his wet clothes and I would dry them. I was too poor to own a dryer so I ironed them dry. He wrapped a towel around his waist and we talked. He looked really nice without a shirt, and knowing that he was naked under that towel was driving me wild. As we talked he told me that he was on his way out of town to visit a friend in Indiana for a week.
“After his clothes were dry he went into the bedroom to get dressed. I didn’t want him to leave so I walked in.”
“My, my,” said Stephanie.
“He was stepping into his pants,” Eve said. “I didn’t say a word, I just pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He was too surprised to resist.”
“What were you planning to do?”
“I didn’t have a plan,” Eve said. “I just acted spontaneously. I straddled his waist and pinned his wrists.”
“What did he do?” Stephanie giggled.
“He got a hard on.”
Stephanie clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.
“I felt something hard against my bottom,” Eve said. “So I looked down and there it was, poking up through the fly of his boxer shorts.”
Stephanie was laughing so hard that she got the hiccups.
“So I grabbed it and squeezed hard,” Eve continued. “And it spurted.”
Mistress Stephanie shrieked and fell backwards.
Now a proper pony isn’t supposed to listen in on mistress’s conversations, and we are required to conduct ourselves with discipline and dignity, but we all lost it, all eight of us.
Number Three was first. She snorted, tried to suppress a giggle and that set off Number Four. Then one of the Barbie’s started laughing, and the rest, and finally I couldn’t help my self.
Mistress Eve looked at us and shook her whip menacingly. That only made things worse, we howled so loud that Mistress Stephanie collapsed and joined in. Mistress Eve stood up, picked up a bucket of water and threw it over us. It didn’t help. She glared at us, then sat back down and resumed her conversation.
“Then what happened?” Stephanie gasped.
“I was astonished and he was embarrassed,” Eve replied. “I was thinking that now I had to wash his pants and dry them, so I yanked them off of him and told him to give me his shorts.”
“And . . ?”
“He stripped them off and I took them into the kitchen to wash them in the sink. I hung them up to dry while I washed his trousers. Then I went back into the bedroom.”
“What happened?”
“He hadn’t moved,” Eve said. “Even his arms were where I’d let go of them. And when I walked in his dick got hard again.”
Mistress Stephanie had to take several deep breaths before she could talk. “Really?” she croaked.
“I didn’t know what to think,” Eve said. “I hadn’t had many sexual incidents in my life, and I’d never had a nice looking guy get hard just because I walked in the room.”
“What did you do?”
“I thought he was making fun of me and I got angry, so I slapped his cock.”
“And. . ?”
“It spurted again.”
“Just from being slapped?”
“From just one single, solitary slap,” Eve said. “Cory just looked at me and closed his eyes like he was in pure delight. I still thought that he was mocking me so I smacked his cock again.”
“I’ll bet it kept shooting, right?”
“Yes, even when I hit his balls with my hand. He groaned and opened his legs wider,” Eve said. “I was amazed because I’d always heard that a man couldn’t stand to be hit there.”
Stephanie nodded.
“The more I hit him, the more he liked it,” Eve said. “He pushed himself upward to meet my slaps. Pretty soon he was spurting cum into the air. It got all over me and the bed, even the floor.”
“Um hmm, some young guys seem to have an unending supply,” Stephanie laughed.
“Cory certainly seemed to. Eventually I stopped being angry and was fascinated by what was happening,” Eve said. “I slapped his cock from side to side and up and down and cum still came out. It slowed to a trickle but he stayed very hard. By the time I stopped the bed was soaked.”
“How about you?”
“Oh, I was too,” Eve chuckled. “I had it on my clothes and my face and in my hair, but I didn’t mind. I watched as he gradually got soft and his cock drooped down onto his stomach, then he seemed to fall asleep, so I pulled the curtains, turned out the light and took off my clothes.”
“Why did you turn off the light?”
“Because I didn’t want him to wake up and see my body,” Eve said. “Anyway, I lay down and cuddled up to him. It felt nice to press my breasts against his skin. I held him for a long time and kept him warm, and after a while he woke up and asked me to turn the light on.”
“Did you?”
“Yes, I cringed with embarrassment, but I did as he asked.”
“What did he do?”
“He sat up, looked at me for a long time and he got hard again, then lay back and told me that I could hit him some more if I wanted to.”
“Did you?”
“No. I told him to get on top of me.”
“He was ready that soon?”
“He sure was, and when I ordered him to fuck me, he said: ‘Yes mistress,’ and slid right inside.”
“No kidding? Yes mistress?”
“Yes. That was the first time anyone ever called me that. I didn’t give it much thought at the time because I was too busy enjoying the fact that he was making love to me. I looked into his eyes while he smiled down at me.”
“Was he good?”
“Very good,” Eve said. “I had a wonderful orgasm and I thought I was in heaven, especially since it was my first time.”
“Your first time with a man. Really?”
“Um hmm. I gave up my virginity to the sweetest boy in the world. And it got better.”
“How?”
“After I came, he crawled down and buried his face between my legs. He cleaned my entire crotch with his tongue.”
“Whooo,” Stephanie breathed. “Incredible.”
“You said it,” Eve sighed. “Then he sat up and asked if I was pleased with what he’d done, and he called me mistress again. I was floating on a hazy pink cloud and I wasn’t sure if he was still laughing at me, so I ordered him to fetch a washcloth and clean my whole body. He trotted into the bathroom, came back with a cloth and soap and a towel. He washed every inch of my body, then dried me very gently. After that he rubbed lotion into my skin. I watched his face and he seemed utterly happy to be doing it.”
“Was he mocking you?”
“No, it turned out that he was sincere about pleasing me.”
“Ah hah, a true submissive, eh?”
“Yes.”
“Did you enslave him for life?”
“No, only for a week, at first.”
“At first?”
“Cory slept in my bed that night, and we made love several times. We discovered that if I slapped his balls until he was just about to come, then sat over his cock, he would spurt like a fountain into my pussy. He would convulse under me, but he couldn’t throw me off. He liked being helpless under my weight and I liked being on top of him.”
“Did you tie him up?”
“Not the first night,” Eve said. “But I did the next day.”
“Umm.”
“In the morning he called his friend and told him that he wasn’t coming. Then that evening he called his parents and told them that he had arrived in Indiana. He actually stayed with me the entire week.”
“As your slave.”
“Yep.”
“Wow.”
“I stayed home from my job, and we had sex almost continuously,” Eve said. “And I explored different things to see if he would obey me. He never refused anything I wanted.”
“Such as?
“Spending hours on his knees eating my pussy, or doing work around my house naked. He loved that and got on his knees and scrubbed my floors.”
“Did you spank him?”
“Yes, and it was his idea too.”
“My, my.”
“He’d always wanted to be spanked by a girl,” Eve said, “So I told him to lie across my lap. I began spanking him and he spurted within seconds. He was ready to go again very quickly so I spanked him so long that my arm hurt but he was delighted. While I spanked him he reached back and crossed his wrists behind his back, so I tied them together with a belt. Then I used a yard stick on him.”
“Did he like that?”
“He came so hard that his eyes rolled up in his head.”
“He had an orgasm from being spanked?”
“He sure did, and I was amazed. I’d never heard of such a thing.”
“What happened next?”
“I went searching through the house to find things to torture him with.”
“Did you keep a supply of whips around the house?”
“No, just rulers and spatulas and the like. He enjoyed them all.”
“What about bondage?” Stephanie asked.
“He loved it.” Eve replied. “He wanted to stay tied up after he’d come, so I let him. He liked it when I looked at him. He lay back on the bed and opened his legs. He was still soft, but I decided to tie his ankles to the corners of the bed and he was hard as a rock when I finished.”
“What did you do then?”
“I just left him that way for a while.”
“He was an exhibitionist too?”
“Yes. I’d walk into the room from time to time and he would perk right up. His cock never seemed to get soft, but it sure got harder when I was looking at him. I kept him tied to the bed for several hours. Then we had fantastic sex that evening.
“I had to go to work the second day, and when I came home he was hanging by his wrists under the hall banister. He had tied his wrists too tight and was in a lot of pain. His face was pale but his cock popped right up when I walked in.”
“What did you do?”
“I wanted to untie him and take care of his wrists but he begged me to leave him hanging. Then, very shyly he asked if I would do a strip tease for him. I was still embarrassed about my body but I took off my clothes and his cock got bigger as he watched. Then I rubbed my breasts against him and toyed with his cock. I did that for a long time. Then I made him very happy.”
“How did you do that?”
“I sucked it.”
“And?”
“He spurted instantly, and for the first time in my life I tasted a man’s juices.”
“How did you like it?”
“I loved it, but even better was watching his face while I did it. After Cory came I left him hanging for a while. When I came back I slapped his cock and balls for a long time, but I wouldn’t let him come again. I kept him worked up and begging all evening. I finally let him come by stroking him with one hand while I squeezed his balls with the other. He coated the floor with his cum.”
“Incredible!”
“I’m serious,” Eve said. “I had to use a mop to clean it up.”
“Why didn’t you make him do it?”
“Because he looked so cute hanging from the banister that I left him there until bedtime. When I untied him he was so weak and his wrists were so sore that I plopped him into the bathtub and washed him like a baby.”
“Did you tie him up after that?”
“Lots of times, he loved being bound, and the tighter the better.”
“And this went on for a week?”
“Yes and I thought that I was in Heaven. I couldn’t take off work every day but when I came home Cory would be waiting for me, and he would be tied up.”
“He tied himself?”
“Yes.”
“What happened when the week was up?”
“For one thing my house was a lot cleaner,” Eve said. “And we started dating, which astonished everybody in town.”
“Did you live together?”
“Not then, he still lived at home, but a lot of things changed,” Eve said. “For once in my life someone respected me, and besides that he was a cute boy who also thought that I was sexy. I fell deeply in love with him.”
“What about him?”
“The same thing happened. He was in love with me and he didn’t care what anyone thought.”
“He sounds wonderful,” Stephanie said gently.
“He was,” Eve smiled. “Of course, his family wasn’t happy at all. They tried to break us up.”
“What happened?”
“Well, first of all, I surprised myself by losing weight. I wasn’t eating out of anxiety and loneliness,” Eve told her. “And I began exercising.”
“No kidding,” Stephanie said, eyeing Eve’s trim figure, “But what about his family?”
“It got so bad that we ran away together,” Eve answered. “We moved to Chicago, got jobs and lived a tiny apartment. We were incredibly happy.”
“That’s so romantic,” Stephanie whispered.
“Cory got a job driving a cab and I went to work in a restaurant. We didn’t make much but we were ok for money, we lived simply and didn’t go out much.”
“And I assume you continued to dominate him at home?
“Yes. Every evening I tied him up and tortured him,” Eve said. “We were very happy and I continued to lose weight, but the neighbors complained about the noise.”
“What, the sound of your whip on his skin?” Stephanie giggled.
“Not that, they complained about his yelps and squeals,” Eve said. “The manager demanded to know if we had a dog and I had to let him inspect the apartment to prove that we didn’t.”
“Was Cory hanging by his wrists when he inspected?” Stephanie asked innocently.
“No, he wasn’t home, but I decided to buy a gag for him to keep people from complaining.”
“Good idea.”
“I went to a fetish shop and was absolutely amazed at what I saw,” Eve said. “My mouth dropped open and I walked around looking at things that I never dreamed existed. The clerk was trying not to laugh as he watched me.”
“Did you end up spending your whole paycheck in the shop?” Stephanie asked.
“I would have if I hadn’t had a lot of self discipline,” Eve answered. “But I was like a kid in a candy store.
“I talked to the clerk for a long time and he basically walked me through the fetish scene. He asked if I were submissive or dominant, straight or lesbian, and so on. Then he showed me some fetish magazines about female domination.”
“Good stuff?”
“Fantastic. I bought a couple of them, and a gag, then went home and tied Cory to the bed. Then I straddled him, lowered myself onto his cock and read the magazines to him.”
“What did he think?”
“He wanted to see the store, so I untied him and we went there. It was late at night and we stayed until two in the morning looking at all the whips and chains and books and magazines.”
“The clerk didn’t mind?”
“No, it was a slow night, and it was a different clerk. Besides, he was gay and was making eyes at Cory. He even propositioned him right in front of me.”
“Propositioned him how?”
“He offered to have an S & M session for free.”
“What did Cory say?”
“He looked at me to see what I would say.”
“Did he want to take the man up on the offer? Was he waiting for permission?”
“No, he just waited to see if I would order him to do it.”
“Was Cory gay?”
“No, just obedient to me. He would never have done it on his own, but would have gone along if I’d commanded him to.”
“Incredible.”
“We talked about it later and he told me he would do anything I wanted. I asked if he thought he might enjoy submitting to a man and he said he would in order to prove his devotion to me, as long as I was there to watch.”
“That’s serious submission,” Stephanie marveled.
“He would do anything for me,” Eve said proudly.
“Did you order him to do it?”
“No, I was tempted,” Eve said. “Very tempted, just to test how far he would obey me, but I resisted. Besides, I didn’t want to share Cory with anyone.”
“Probably a wise decision.”
“I began stopping in regularly at the shop,” Eve said. “I became friends with the day shift clerk and we talked about the bondage scene. I told him about the things I did to Cory and he told me that I ought to become a professional dom.”
“The man was obviously an astute judge of character,” Stephanie said. “Was he gay?”
“He was bi sexual,” Eve said. “I wasn’t interested in becoming a dominatrix then, I was too happy concentrating on Cory. And I felt like I’d be cheating on him, so I didn’t go into the career field.”
“How about later?”
“That was later. In the meantime, Cory and I were as happy as two people could be. We went into the S and M lifestyle like ducks to water.
“Driving a cab let Cory get to know the city, and he discovered a night club that held fetish nights once a week and took me there. The place was small and dark and spooky, and very exciting. They put on dominance and fetish acts. One night we watched a pair of female doms punish a stage full of men. The women wore leather harness and Cory’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. On the way home he told me that he wanted to buy me a dominance outfit.”
“And . . ?”
“The next payday we went shopping and found a terrific fetish clothing store. I tried on several corsets until I found one that we both liked. I’d lost a lot of weight by then, almost down to what I am now, but I was still self conscious about my figure. I wouldn’t come out of the dressing room.
“I put my clothes on and took the corset to the cash register, but the lady behind the counter saw that we were green kids and wouldn’t let me buy it until I’d gotten other things to go with it.”
“Yes, a lady must have the proper accessories,” Stephanie said primly.
“She told Cory to go for a walk, then made me try on heels, collars, and leather skirts. She even did a quick makeup job on my face. When she finished with me I almost didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror.”
“Cinderella in black leather, eh?”
“For the first time in my life I felt slender and dainty and sexy,” Eve said. “I walked out of the dressing room and the customers stopped dead in their tracks.”
“What did Cory say?”
“He wasn’t there, he had obediently gone for a long walk, but when he returned his jaw dropped and his eyes got a glassy look.”
“I’ve noticed that you still have that power over men,” Stephanie said.
“When Cory managed to close his mouth he paid for my things, then the lady said to him: ‘Come here sonny.”
“She buckled a slave collar on his neck, then clipped a leash to it and handed the end to me, right in front of a store full of people. ‘On the house,’ she said to me. ‘Now, follow your mistress home and worship her,’ she told Cory.
“I walked out the store and walked eight blocks to our apartment,” Eve said. “Cory followed me like a puppy, carrying my old clothes.”
“You walked all that way wearing only a corset?” Stephanie asked.
“Oh, the corset was a bustier,” Eve said. “So I wasn’t topless, but I was a little heavier than I am now and I was just about spilling out of it.”
“Is that all you wore?”
“No, of course not, I wore a leather mini skirt and the heels.”
“And did you start any riots?”
“Well, I attracted a lot of attention,” Eve giggled. “And I loved it. My panties were soaked by the time we got home.”
“And I’ll bet Cory had a good time?”
“He grinned all the way home. And he had a huge erection when we got there.”
“And what happened when you got home?”
“I tied him to the bed and played with his cock for hours,” Eve said. “I sat on his mouth and made him satisfy me several times, but I didn’t let him come until after midnight.”
“Ooooh.”
“Walking the street in that bustier gave me a huge boost of confidence. After that I became more daring. Sometimes I’d wear it to work under my clothes and it made me feel like superwoman. I lost enough weight that I felt good about myself and we would save up and buy more kinky outfits. We also discovered restraints for Cory, along with cock and ball harnesses, butt plugs and nipple clamps and such. He wore them around the apartment and I had the cleanest home in the city.”
“Really?”
“The minute that Cory got home he undressed, buckled on his collar and wrist cuffs, then cleaned the apartment in the nude. He did the dishes, polished the furniture, cleaned the bathroom and scrubbed the floors on his hands and knees. When I came home he would meet me at the door kneeling at my feet like an adoring puppy, then he’d cook dinner.”
“He knew how to cook?”
“I taught him.”
“Boy, he sounds like a perfect slave.”
“He loved being subservient,” Eve said. “I walked in on him when he was on his knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. He was so intent that he didn’t hear me and he looked so cute with his little bottom up in the air.”
“He had a nice butt then?”
“The nicest I’ve ever seen on a man.”
We all groaned faintly.
“He even did the laundry,” Eve said. “And one day he took a load to the laundry room in the basement and forgot that he was wearing a slave collar. One of the neighbor women saw it.”
“Was he naked too?”
“No, he’d slipped on a pair of gym shorts, but forgot to take the collar off. His cock harness was noticeable under his shorts too. He didn’t realize what she was staring at, but she rode the elevator up with him to find out what apartment he was in. Cory was so naïve that he didn’t suspect a thing. Later she knocked on the door and he answered it naked, thinking it was me.”
“Was he just naked or . . ?”
“Stark naked and hard as a rock.”
“What happened?”
“They stared at each other for a minute, then he slammed the door in her face,” Eve said. “And she came back the next day.”
“Did he answer the door naked again?”
“No, he slipped into some pants before he opened the door. The woman apologized for embarrassing him, then chatted for a long time. She was angling for an invitation to come in but Cory was too smart for that. The woman came by the next day and kept coming by. Finally he told me about it, and I intercepted her in the hall way and told her to leave him alone.”
“Maybe she just wanted to borrow him for a while,” Stephanie laughed.
“Probably, anyway after realizing that she wasn’t going to get her hands on Cory she told the neighbors and the word spread through the building that I was a dominatrix slut that kept a sweet young man enslaved. People looked at us funny and some of the men seemed to be hanging around the hallway when I came home, and they spoke to me more than I was used to. I was surprised at first, then realized what was going on. That was the first time I discovered what a sexy reputation could do for a girl’s ego.”
“You could have gone into the domination business.”
“Probably, but I was still pretty green.”
“Did more of the women come to your apartment?”
“Yes, they waited until I was out and then used the most blatant excuses to knock on our door.
“The old, ‘can I borrow a cup of sugar’ ploy?” Stephanie laughed.”
“Yes. I had to remind Cory never to answer the door in the nude and we arranged a special knock so he would know it was me.” She chuckled. “One afternoon he took the trash out and didn’t come back so I went looking for him. I found him helping a woman manhandle a couch up a flight of stairs.”
“That was very chivalrous of him,” Stephanie said.
“Sure,” Eve said. “Except that he was wearing a leather cock harness under his tennis shorts, and it showed through, especially when he exerted himself and they slipped down in the back.”
Stephanie giggled.
“And he was playing to an audience,” Eve added.
“What?”
“Three other women were standing at the bottom of the steps staring up at him, with expressions of pure awe on their faces.”
“Was he showing off for them?”
“Nope, he had no idea. He was simply trying to help a neighbor.”
“Was he really that naïve?”
“Pretty much, he’s no fool but he didn’t know much about females and what they were up to. He thought that they were just being nice and he was so in love that he didn’t give a second thought to another woman. He was so sweet and you should have seen the looks they gave him, especially when we went out and I was in a fetish outfit.”
“I can imagine.”
“One evening we were on our way to the fetish club and the woman from the laundry room got on the elevator with us. Cory was in a shirt and slacks but I wore a leather skirt and a leather bolero jacket.”
“And spike heels, I hope,” Stephanie interrupted.
“Red leather spike heels,” Eve confirmed, “And I was braless under the jacket. The woman ignored me but Cory, being the nice guy he is, said hello to her. They began chatting, so I took his collar out of my purse and buckled it on his neck. He was so used to wearing it by then that he didn’t interrupt their conversation but you should have seen the look on her face. When we got to the lobby I hooked my finger through the ring on his collar and led him out the door. I turned back, unzipped my jacket almost to my navel and gave the woman my cattiest smile.”
“You could have rented him out,” Stephanie suggested.
“We weren’t into that,” Eve said. “I didn’t start sharing my slaves until years later.”
“Not even at the fetish nightclub?”
“Nope, we got to know some of the people, and went to a few bondage parties but we only watched. But even though we didn’t participate, I learned about the power that a dominant woman can exert over men. It was incredible.”
“Did Cory want to join in the parties?”
“He was intrigued, but he always let me make the choices. He would have given himself to another person if I’d told him to, but I never did. I was still too conventional.”
“What about you, didn’t men offer to submit to you?”
“Boy, did they ever,” she laughed. “I had men literally crawling at my feet at those parties, some women too. They kissed my shoes and licked my ankles and so on, but that was all that I allowed anyone to do.”
“Beside kinky parties, what else did you do?”
“We bought a video camera and made naughty home movies,” Eve said. “And Cory took still pictures of me in my dominance outfits. We exchanged some of the photos with other patrons of the club.”
“Did you take pictures of Cory?”
“Oh, yes, I have boxes full of him in bondage.”
“What else?”
“I came home and found him wearing a pair of my panties,” Eve said. “So I spanked him for an hour for having the temerity to get into my things.”
“Let me guess,” Stephanie laughed. “I’ll bet those panties were soaked when you finished, right?”
“Sopping. After that I gave him permission to wear my undies, and we bought some special ones for cross dressers. They came with holes for his cock to poke through, and Cory loved having every one at the shop watch him pick through the selection. Eventually I would buckle him into a cock harness every day, put a pair of my panties on him and send him off to work.”
“Did the harness keep him hard or soft?”
“Cory said that the harness restricted his ability to get an erection, but the panties made it impossible not to get one.”
“You mean he walked around all day with an erection?”
“I don’t know how long it lasted but he sure sported one when he walked out the door.”
“Did the neighbor women line up to watch him walk down the hall?” Stephanie asked.
“Not when I was around,” Eve said.
“Did he get into cross dressing?”
“Not really. I made him walk around the apartment in panties and a bra a few times, and tied him up wearing them, but he didn’t wear women’s clothes or wigs or anything.”
“He didn’t go out in public looking like a girl?”
“No, but he has such a sweet face that he probably would have looked good in a dress.”
“What else did you do?”
“We went to movies at a theatre that showed fetish films. There weren’t many women in there and we attracted a lot of attention, especially when I dressed in leather. One evening I locked Cory’s hands behind his back with handcuffs and we sat through a double feature.”
“Did you do anything nice for him?”
“Of course, I kept my hand on his crotch the whole time.”
“Did you unzip his trousers?”
“No, not that night, but I made him come anyway, just by squeezing his cock through his clothing.”
“How many times?”
“Three times within two hours. His pants were sopping wet when we walked home.”
“Excellent, and on other nights?”
“I became bolder and I finally took his cock out of his trousers and masturbated him. A bunch of men surrounded us and watched and I surprised myself by not being embarrassed.”
“What about Cory?”
“He was delighted to be watched. While I was stroking his cock a stranger plopped into the seat next to me and undid his trousers. He took my hand and tried to put it on his penis but I slapped his hand away and turned my back on him. When I made Cory spurt, some of the men offered themselves to me.”
“What?”
“A man stood behind us and took out his penis. He practically poked me in the head with it. Two others knelt on the seats in front and pointed their cocks at me and the man beside me was masturbating and begging me to touch him.”
“Did you take them up on it?”
“I wasn’t quite brave enough yet. I jumped up and pulled Cory out of the theatre. I almost forgot to put him back into his trousers until he asked if I wanted him to walk through the lobby with his penis out. We stood at the back of the theatre and I was so nervous that I couldn’t get his pants zipped up. He suggested that if I removed his handcuffs he could do it.”
“Very erotic, nevertheless.”
“That night I had a fantastic dream where I was in a theatre full of men. I ordered them to take their pants down and walked up and down the aisle to make sure they obeyed, and when they were all exposed I went onto the stage and commanded them to masturbate.”
“Very sexy. Did you become a stripper after that?”
“No,” Eve giggled, “But I also fantasized about being on stage at the kinky nightclub.”
“Doing what?”
“Stroking Cory’s cock and commanding all the men to do the same time in rhythm with me.”
“Nice.”
“The next time we went to the theatre Cory asked if he could get on his knees between my legs and eat my pussy while the men watched,” Eve went on. “And I was very tempted to let him, but I chickened out.”
“Too bad.”
“I let him do it later. We went at the same time on Saturday nights and a crowd of regular customers would be there. As soon as we arrived the men would change their seats to be close to us and there would be a scramble to get to the seat beside mine. I usually ignored them but one night the man beside me begged me to touch his cock. It was sticking up, and it was very large and I was tempted, but I only placed his hand onto his cock. I squeezed his hand over it a few times and told him to do it himself. He did as I ordered and stared at me while he masturbated. Cory and I watched him and Cory spurted the same instant that the stranger did. The fellow had barely gotten up when another man landed in the chair.”
“He wanted the same thing?”
“Yes, his penis was out before he sat down, but I just pointed at it and snapped my fingers and he got busy.”
“And I’ll bet that twenty or thirty men sat in that seat before the night was over,” Stephanie chuckled.”
“No, it was only eight,” Eve said. “I counted.”
“And you never touched one of those cocks?”
“No, just Cory’s, but they stared at every stroke I made.”
“What about letting him eat your pussy in public?”
“I wore my shortest skirt one night. I sat down and opened my legs and told Cory to get on his knees,” Eve said. “And I said it very loudly. We were already surrounded by men and their cocks were already out. Cory got between my legs and put his tongue in my pussy, and the other men masturbated furiously while they watched. I watched them while they watched me, and the look of pure lust on their faces was incredible. I held off as long as I could but when I came those men spurted cum all over Cory and me.”
“Yuck.”
“As we were leaving a man handed me a slip of paper with his name and phone number written on it. Another did the same thing and one man handed me a hundred dollar bill with his number, but I gave it back.”
“And how did you feel about all that?”
“I loved it,” Eve sighed. “It was incredibly flattering.”
“What did Cory think?”
“He was proud that other men were attracted to his mistress.”
“He wasn’t jealous?”
“No.”
“Sounds like a cuckold fetish. I’ll bet he would have wanted to watch you in action with other men,” Stephanie commented.
“Looking back on it, I think you’re right.”
“How often did you go to the fetish flicks?”
“Once a week, other times we went to regular movies and had picnics in the park, just ordinary things,” Eve said. “But usually we stayed home and I dominated him.”
“Did you ever switch roles?”
“No, never. I couldn’t imagine submitting to someone, even the boy I loved, and Cory was utterly incapable of dominating anyone. We were content with the arrangement.”
“Didn’t you have friends?”
“A few, I was friendly with a couple of women at work and I got to know two girls who shared an apartment in our building. They were nice and we got along.”
“They weren’t trying to steal your slave?” Stephanie asked.
“No, but they were intrigued by him,” Eve laughed.
“What do you mean?”
“Cory was ironing clothes one day as I was leaving for work. He was naked except for his collar and things, and as I walked behind him I yanked on his crotch strap. He let out a yelp and knocked the ironing board over. I was still giggling when I got outside and one of the girls was walking past. She asked what that noise was. I told her that my slave boy had knocked something over.”
“You didn’t!”
“Her eyes got huge and she asked me if Cory really was a slave,” Eve said, “Prior to that she and her room mate had avoided the question of our relationship.”
“But they obviously had heard the rumors, right?”
“Of course. So anyway I told her that he was doing my ironing in the nude.”
“Well, so much for keeping secrets,” Stephanie laughed.
“Oh, I’d given up on that,” Eve said. “The whole building knew about us by then.”
“What did she say?”
“The girl, whose name was Jenny, said that she hated ironing and asked if Cory took in other people’s laundry, but I told her that he was my personal slave exclusively.
“I went to work but I thought about our conversation, so when I got home I told Cory that he was going to do Jenny’s laundry for her. He nodded obediently and I told him to go and knock on her door.”
“Wearing his slave collar?” Stephanie asked.
“Yep. And before he left our apartment I yanked his shorts down, grabbed his penis and masturbated him until he was as hard as a rock, then I pulled his shorts up and told him to go on, but to be back within five minutes. He walked out with a bright red face and a very obvious erection. He returned carrying a basket of dirty clothes, Jenny’s and her room mate’s things. I told him to wash and iron them.”
“Were their undies in the basket?”
“They sure were.”
“I’ll bet he liked that,” Stephanie laughed.
“Oh yes, and I warned him very sternly that he was not to try their panties on.”
“Why not?”
“I was big enough that Cory could actually wear my panties but Jenny and the other girl were very slender and he would stretch theirs out of shape.”
“We couldn’t have that,” Stephanie laughed.
“Nope, so once a week Cory would collect their laundry and wash and iron it.”
“Did anyone else know about it?”
“Of course, that building was incredibly gossipy, and other people saw him sorting my clothes from Jenny’s and Cathy’s. Several women asked me if Cory could do their laundry too, but I refused. It drove the other females crazy,” she chuckled, “Especially that older bitch who kept flirting with him.”
“And you didn’t permit him to perform any other services for them?”
“No I didn’t, but he had developed into such an exhibitionist that he sported an erection as soon as I told him to get their laundry. And I still watched the clock and made sure that he was back within five minutes.”
“What clothing did he wear?”
“He wore shorts and his collar.”
“Nothing else?”
“No, it’s very hot in Chicago in the summer, we wore as little as possible.”
“What about Cory, did he have friends, or did you keep him inside all the time?”
“I let him go out. He had a couple of pals at work and they went to ball games and such,” Eve replied, “And would have a beer with the other drivers after their shift. I didn’t try to keep him from having male friends, but he was happy to be home with me so most of the time we stayed to ourselves.”
“Having kinky sex, and fighting off the neighbor women, right?”
“Right.”
“It sounds like he would have made a good pony boy,” Stephanie observed.
“Yes, Cory would be a perfect pony,” Eve sighed. “This place would be heaven for him. But it didn’t work out that way.”
Stephanie sensed that she was treading on private ground. “What else did you do?”
“He installed hooks in the ceiling so I could hang him by his wrists, and we bought handcuffs and shackles, and whips, and we stayed home.
“One evening I had to work over time and found him hanging from the ceiling hooks. He had expected me hours earlier and his hands were purple when I came in, so was his penis.”
“Oh?”
“He’d put a very tight genital harness on himself, but that wasn’t the entire reason he was so hard.”
“Wait, let me guess. The neighbor women broke in and had been torturing him,” Stephanie laughed.
“No, but he’d left a lamp on and when it got dark the people across the street could see in the window. There was a small crowd on the roof of the building staring at Cory. He was staring back.”
Number Two made a deep purring sound in her throat. Four joined her.
“What did you do?”
“My instinctive reaction was to close the blinds,” Eve answered, “But I changed my mind. I went into the bedroom and undressed. I put on a sexy pair of black panties and my high heels, then I went back and whipped Cory.”
“Topless, with an audience watching?”
“Yes, and I was very rough on him. I hit him hard and he spurted within minutes, then I sat down and pretended to read a book.”
“Did he deliberately leave the light on?”
“No, that was unintentional, but he liked it when he realized that people were looking at him. I had to order him never to do that again, if only to prevent him from being arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Was Cory a wimp?” Stephanie asked.
“Not at all,” Eve answered. “He was nice looking in a boyish sort of way, with lovely blonde hair, but he carried himself like a regular guy and no one would think that he was privately so submissive.
“One day I walked around a corner and saw a bunch of cabs at the curb. The drivers were standing around waiting for fares and Cory was with them. They were talking and joking and watching girls and he acted just like a regular macho man. None of the other guys suspected that his balls were locked in a cage or that I’d inserted a large dildo up his bottom before he left the apartment.”
“Or that he was wearing your panties?”
“Nope.”
“Hmm, I wonder how that felt after sitting in a car seat with a dildo inside him all day long?” mused Stephanie.
“According to Cory, it felt wonderful.”
“Ah, so he liked being penetrated?”
“The first time I screwed him wearing a strap on dildo, he came so hard that I thought he must have become dehydrated,” Eve said. “After that, he couldn’t get enough.”
“I threw my back out the first time I screwed a man that way,” Stephanie commented. “It’s a lot of work.”
“I know,” laughed Eve. “You’re using muscles that you don’t normally employ.”
“I had to go to a chiropractor,” Stephanie said.
“Did you tell him how you’d thrown your back out?” Eve giggled.
“I didn’t have to, he was the guy I’d been screwing when it happened.”
“How convenient,” Eve laughed. “You could give each other mutual discounts.”
“Nah, it really screws up your tax records,” Stephanie told her.
We couldn’t help it. We started laughing again, so Mistress Eve got another bucket of water and threw it on us. So did Mistress Stephanie. Still didn’t help.
“What happened to Cory?” Stephanie asked.
“His family tracked us down. Their lawyer hired a private detective to locate us, then he came to Chicago and watched us.”
“Watched you at the theatre?” Stephanie asked.
“Apparently he watched us everywhere,” Eve said. “I think he intended to try to blackmail me into going away, but the evidence would have been very embarrassing for Cory’s family. Cory’s father, grandfather and the family lawyer showed up at his job one afternoon. They took him to a coffee shop and put a lot of pressure on him to go back to Kentucky and take his place in the family business. They worked on his sense of duty to the family and the employees. He came home and told me about the meeting. I’d known that we couldn’t go on forever, but it still hurt when he told me that he might have to go back.
“He wanted me to go home with him and get married but I knew that his family would never sit still for that, and I never wanted to return to that horrid town as long as I lived.
“The family offered to buy me off by paying for a college education, so long as I attended a school that was at least a thousand miles from Kentucky. My first reaction was to tell them to shove their offer, but Cory took me aside and talked me into it. He begged me, with tears in my eyes to accept the offer as a gift from him and to use it for my future. We cried and cried and in the end I agreed and went to the University of Denver.
“Cory saw to it that I was treated very generously. They sent one of their lawyers to help me settle in. He helped me enroll in school, put me into a huge luxury apartment and bought me new car. I even received a spending allowance.”
“At least they were generous.”
“Especially the lawyer,” Eve snorted. “He began hitting on me in Denver.”
“What?”
“He was the one who’d followed me around in Chicago and he decided that I was sexy, so once I was away from Cory he wanted to get to know me better.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope, he just asked me out several times. He even sent me flowers. I didn’t accept his offer.”
“Did he try to attach any conditions to your college arrangement?”
“No, he wasn’t stupid,” Eve answered. “He knew better than to tamper with our arrangement.”
“Maybe he wanted to be whipped.”
“He probably did, but I wasn’t interested. Too bad too, because I now realize what a great pleasure it would have been to have a lawyer at my mercy.”
“You have no mercy,” Stephanie said.
Eve stuck her tongue out at her.
“Is that why you are so rough on the lawyers who come here?” Stephanie asked.
“Yes. Is there something wrong with that?”
“Not at all, I like torturing them too.”
“Even though it hurt terribly to part with Cory, by then I’d gained a lot of inner strength and confidence.” Eve continued, “And I knew that I’d manage on my own. I worked hard in college and got good grades, and had a vague daydream of making a successful career, returning home in financial triumph and carrying Cory off as my slave.” She sighed, “A silly dream.”
“What did you major in? Stephanie asked after a few minutes.
“Business administration.”
“Did you go into business?”
“Yes, but not the way I’d expected,” Eve laughed.
“What happened?”
“In college I was asked out by lots of men and for the first time in my life I was somebody. It felt wonderful and I realized that I really could control my life. I even had sex in a normal fashion.”
“What would that be?” Stephanie asked.
“Sex without tying the man to the bed.”
“Eeyew, what fun is that?”
“Not much, as it turned out,” Eve said. “I’d gotten hooked on dominance and didn’t enjoy regular sex. One night I was in bed with a guy and he was boinking away on top of me. I was bored and finally pushed him off of me. He was surprised, but I just climbed on top of him and screwed him out of his mind. Then I tied his wrists to the bed posts while he was resting and waited for him to perk up again.”
“Did you help him perk up?”
“Oh yes, I knew how to stimulate a man by then,” Eve chuckled. “I think I can honestly say that I gave that guy the time of his life.”
“Did you just tie him up?”
“Yes, and after he came the second time I tied his legs apart and played with his cock until he was whimpering. Then I did everything that I could think of to drive him wild. He came three times that first night.”
“Did he come back?”
“Oh yes, in fact, he proposed marriage to me.”
“Are you kidding?”
Mistress Eve shook her head. “Eventually I refused to go on a date with a man unless he agreed to let me tie him up. I missed Cory, but discovered that dominating a man was good, no matter who he was.”
“What was the percentage of takers?” Stephanie laughed.
“Pretty high, as you should know,” Eve said. “My apartment had three bedrooms, which I certainly didn’t need so I converted one into a mini dungeon. It got a lot of use when I entertained gentlemen at home.”
“Did you get to whip the big burly captain of the football team?”
“They don’t have a football team,” Eve said. “But I spanked one of the assistant coaches for the hockey team on a regular basis.”
Stephanie chuckled.
“I earned quite a reputation as the kinkiest girl on campus, and surprisingly it didn’t bother me. Women scowled at me but the men treated me with deference. I’d overhear comments about wearing leather under my clothing and so forth, so I began doing just that. I wore corsets and spike heels and short skirts. I walked into the cafeteria one day and all conversation stopped. I went to a table full of guys and just looked at them. They almost fell over themselves making room for me. I continued to lose weight until I got down to what I am now, and I got more invitations for dates. I was surprised at how men kept coming back for more, especially after I treated them like dirt. I even had a few professors ask me out.”
“That’s not surprising,” Stephanie commented. “Look at all those wussies we get up here from Berkeley.”
“True.”
“Did you become a professional dominatrix?”
“No, not then. Some people assumed that I was a hooker, but I only did it for fun. Many of my dates were surprised that I didn’t ask for money after tying them to my bed.”
She paused. “I think that someone even put the police on to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“A nice looking guy began flirting with me on campus. I didn’t remember ever seeing him around before but suddenly he was everywhere that I was. He must have accidentally bumped into me four or five times a day. He said that he was twenty one, but he looked and acted older, and I just got a feeling that he was an undercover policeman.”
“What happened?”
“I flirted back for several weeks, then finally went out with him. He took me to an expensive restaurant, then to a show. Afterward I invited him to my place but warned him that he had to let me tie him up and do anything I wanted to him.”
“And he agreed?”
“He sure did. I took him home, ordered him to strip, then tied his hands behind his back and made him kiss my pussy.”
“Ooooh, nice!”
“Uh huh, then I spent the entire night driving him wild. I tied him wide open on the bed, crawled all over his body, played with his cock and balls until he was begging to come. I kept him worked up from ten o’clock until three in the morning, then I sucked him into my mouth and he came so hard that he rattled the bed.”
“Then what?”
“I told him to get dressed and get out.”
“Cool, and very cruel,” Stephanie chuckled.
“I never heard from him again,” Eve said. “And I never saw him around the campus.”
“I wonder what he wrote in his report?” Stephanie mused.
“Oh, I’m sure he told his superiors that we read the bible all evening,” Eve laughed. “After college I moved to New York and set up shop as a dom. That was my business venture”
“How did you do?”
“Great, I made a fortune and invested most of it.”
“What about women?” Stephanie asked, nodding toward us. We all perked up at that.
“That started in New York,” Eve answered. “I had a very submissive female client, who begged to eat my pussy while I whipped her. She was very talented and I got to liking having a woman’s tongue between my legs. I took on more female clients and turned into a lesbian.”
“Pssh, you aren’t a full fledged lesbian,” Stephanie said. “I’ve seen you with too many men to believe that.”
“Ok,” Eve shrugged. “I’ll concede that I’m just a partial dyke.”
“How did you get into pony life?”
“I discovered it in New York,” Eve said. “I had a regular female client who was a part time pony on a ranch in Wyoming, but she was married and could only travel there a few times a year.”
“Why didn’t she go to one of the farms closer to home?” Stephanie asked.
“She liked that one,” Eve answered. “And she was terrified that her husband might find out, so she got as far away from the city as possible.”
“Ah, and hubby had no idea, right?”
“Not a clue, luckily, he traveled a lot so she was able to get away from time to time. She came to me for dominance and asked if I’d be her pony mistress in New York. I didn’t know much about pony life, I just thought it was a form of dress up, but I read up on it and learned what to do.
“I put her in harness and walked her around my studio, whipped her and so on, but it wasn’t very satisfactory. It’s hard to train a pony indoors. She invited me to go with her to the ranch and I spent a week as a guest. I really liked what I saw, and the mistresses recognized a kindred spirit in me. They taught me what to do and I was astounded by the way that the ponies were willing to put themselves utterly into my control. The first time I drove my pony girl around the ranch in a sulky I got so excited that I just let her run while I played with myself.”
“Did you have an orgasm?” Stephanie giggled.
“Almost, I was close when I realized that we had stopped,” Eve answered. “I opened my eyes and my pony was looking over her shoulder at me. She had taken me to a quiet spot on the ranch property.”
“And . .?”
“I unhitched her, pushed her to the ground and buried my face in her pussy,” Eve said.
There was a deep inhaling of air from us slaves.
“After that I took my pony girl for long rides, picnics and lots of lesbian sex every day. One day the mistresses loaned me three pony girls at once, and I spent a delightful afternoon under a shade tree with a mouth on my pussy and one on each nipple.”
“I can’t think of a better way to while away a few idle hours,” Stephanie said.
“When I got back to New York I visited some other pony ranches in New York and New England,” Eve continued. “Then I checked around the country and took a mistress position on a farm in South Carolina.”
“Oh, I think I know that place,” Stephanie said. “Isn’t that the one where mistresses and masters are called Lords and Ladies?”
“Yes, that’s it. I didn’t stay very long because it was shabby and very low class. The man who owned it thought that he had the right to any female on the premises, slave or mistress. He ordered me to go to bed with him but I set him straight and walked out.”
“How did you set him straight?”
“I kicked him in the balls, then handcuffed him into a knot. I went to my room, packed my things and left. I flew out here and interviewed with Mistress Karen.”
“What about your pony girl?”
“I hated to leave her,” Eve said. “But I was hooked on pony life and didn’t want to just play around on weekends anymore. We said a tearful good bye.”
“What ever happened to Cory?”
“He went home and worked for the family business,” Eve replied. “A few years later he married a proper girl from a wealthy family and they have three kids. He’s now the vice president of the factory and will take over some day when his father retires.”
“Have you forgiven him?”
“Of course. I didn’t really blame him for leaving. I knew he didn’t have the strength to resist his family and I am very grateful to him for showing me how to be a strong person. He opened the door to let me be myself.”
As I listened to Mistress Eve’s story I remembered that a few years ago a gentleman came for a long weekend and she dominated him. She was very cruel to the man. She strapped him to a cross in the barn yard and spent a long time slapping his cock and balls.
She subjected him to terrible humiliations. She made him crawl through mud, then lick her feet. She bent him over a whipping horse and screwed him with a very big dildo and she made him submit to males. He sucked cocks and was screwed by dozens of men while she supervised, but oddly she wouldn’t let any other women touch him. I was a little surprised at how cruelly Mistress Eve treated him, but assumed that he had asked for it.
He spent every night in her room and when he left he could barely walk. Mistress Eve escorted him to his car and he knelt at her feet. He gazed up at her with adoration in his eyes. They talked for a while, then he kissed her hand reverently. She kissed him on the lips and walked away. He watched her until she was out of sight, then got in his car and drove away.
He was a nice looking man with a boyish face and blonde hair.
|
|
|