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My Mistake
Samantha was returning after a five day conference in Paris. I had just gotten back from my Saturday rehearsal with the opera. I was what they call a supernumerary or sometimes a "spear carrier". My mistress thought it was a great idea for me to be Cleopatra's slave and since she was a contributor I passed the audition easily. As a cast member, I would attend the opening gala in costume. She really got a laugh out of me dressed as a slave attending the party with her as her slave. I got a look at the sketch for my costume at the rehearsal and it sure won't cost much. It was just a skimpy loincloth that would leave me almost naked in front of a thousand people. That's what I liked about my Mistress, always coming up with something clever to test me.
I was living most of time at her place. She had me convert one of the two large closets in her bedroom to a small room for me, furnished sort of like a cell. A single bed with a sturdy steel frame stood in the center of the room. There were hooks and shelves for Samantha's growing collection of BDSM toys. One wall had eye-bolts where I could be tied to the wall to spend a night in bondage torment without disturbing my mistress's sleep.
I heard the doorbell and her key opening the door. I looked at her smartly dressed figure with desire but as her slave I bowed low to the floor and kissed the tops of her shoes to show my submission.
"Rise slave! You may kiss your mistress." As I stood up, she looked at my cock rising up at an upward angle. She laughed grabbing my cock and fondling it, "Not exactly what I meant by 'rise' but it works." She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to hers and we kissed deeply and eagerly. Finally she pulled away, "That's enough for now Slaveboy. Help me get changed and showered then I'll feel more like enjoying you."
I helped her take off her coat, was tempted to kiss her neck, but remembered the beating she had given me the last time I had been presumptuous. I hung her coat in the closet and followed her into her bedroom wheeling her carry-on. As usual I had set out her thick soft white bathrobe and, by her request when we talked last night on Skype, her favorite outfit: black leather skirt, silk bra, stiletto heels. I was excited because that outfit meant an intense session of torment and sex tonight.
Slowly item by item I undressed her, touching and fondling the skin each removed item revealed. This was not presumptuous of me, my mistress had instructed me to undress her in this sensuous way.
I turned on shower, adjusted, and tested the temperature until it was just right for my mistress. She entered the large shower and I followed soaping her body with my bare hands then took a washcloth and cleaned every millimeter of her body. She teased me by soaping my chest, abs, and then taking a long time soaping my throbbing cock. We stood under the hot steaming water as she hugged me tight and kissed me. We stood there a long time until she was refreshed and relaxed. I dried her off with a big soft fluffy white towel and helped her into her robe. She reclined on the sofa in the living-dining room while I fixed her a martini in her special way. When I brought her the drink, she ordered me to kneel and massage her feet. She had me finish by kissing the tops and bottoms of each foot and sucking each toe.
While I fixed salmon for dinner she asked my about my week. I told her about the rehearsal and the skimpy costume I would have to wear. She laughed said she couldn't wait to see me at the gala in my slave costume. I told her about how I had been having trouble in my drawing class and that one of the senior students, Cindy, was helping me. She laughed when I told her that after almost a week apart and her orders not to jerk off, I was having boners all the time like a junior high kid. We sat down to dinner, Samantha in her robe and me naked. She told me about Paris and said maybe during break I could come along on one of her trips. She asked me how Cindy looked. I told her Cindy had dark hair and complexion and was attractive in a starving artist sort of way.
After dinner we went to the bedroom where I dressed her in her mistress outfit, again slowly, item by item until she stood there transformed into a black clad stern dominatrix. She tightly buckled soft black leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. She clipped the ankle cuffs to rings spaced a few feet apart in the floor then touched a switch on the wall that lowered cables down from the ceiling. I stood there with my cock throbbing in anticipation of the helpless bondage I would soon be in. She clipped my wrist cuffs to the cables then touched the switch so the cables slowly pulled me up until I was hanging with my toes barely touching the floor.
My mistress started to slowly tease me playing with my nips until the pleasure began to be almost pain. She asked me, "Cindy seems like a nice girl helping you with the class."
"Yes, mistress, she is nice. My grades really improved in drawing."
"You must have really appreciated the time she took. Were you able to help her with her work? Maybe in English?" I sensed our talk had become interrogation. I was a terrible liar so I had to tell the truth.
"I helped her with her nude sketching class, Mistress."
"I'm impressed. Just a couple months taking a basic drawing class and somehow you are helping a talented female artist with her nude sketching. Please explain, Slaveboy?" She punctuated her question with a couple strong lashes on my abs and chest with a leather flogger.
"After the drawing class was over, the prof let her use the studio to do her nude sketches, Ma'am."
My mistress went to the wall and the cables tightened so I was hanging there all my weight pulling on my arms. My toes no longer touching the floor. "Did your friend have a nude model? Male or female?" Again lashes from the flogger struck my abs and one extremely painful blow struck my cock.
I realized the game was up. I could draw out the questioning but it wouldn't do any good. "OK, Ma'am, I'll come clean. I was Cindy's nude model. I stripped nude for her three days after class. Her drawings were real good, you'd like them. That was it, I just posed for her, nothing else."
It is very bad when your mistress has you in helpless bondage and then gets real angry at you. I felt Samantha lean her full strength into the flogger hitting my back then my abs. "Whose body is this, Slave?"
I said, "It belongs to me, mistress."
"Wrong, try again!" More lashes rained down, even harder if that were possible. I struggled and screamed at each blow and was soon dripping with sweat. Confused I hesitated. I looked at her, she was sweating also from the exertion of whipping me. I was scared, this was the first time she looked as if she had lost control driven only by anger.
More lashes, finally it dawned on me, "It is your body mistress. It belongs to you for your pleasure. I am sorry I displayed my nude body to another woman." I was relieved as she hesitated and I saw her change back into the 'Ice Queen', completely in control, contemplating how best to enjoy making me suffer for my transgression and how to discover the limits of my transgression.
She began to beat every part of my body stopping after each beating to ask "Who do these arms belong to?" and I answered each time "These are your arms, they are for your pleasure!" She continued to chest ass, legs, ending at searing blows to my feet both to the tops and the sensitive bare soles. My arms ached from the weight of my writhing body and there was hardly a place on my body that did not sting from the whipping. She hadn't forgotten those places. She went to my room and soon returned with some items. She took the small leather flogger in her right hand and pulled my cock away from my balls with her left and then began to whip my balls until I was screaming in constant pain and tears streamed from my eyes. Each lash felt like a kick in the balls. I begged, "Please stop Mistress, I can't take the pain anymore!"
"Don't be silly Slave, of course you can take, it you don't have any choice and I certainly don't have any mercy for you after you stripped naked for that girl! Besides your cock is still hard as a rock so I think you are enjoying this beating."
"Yeooow, I'm kinda mixed up, pain gets me so hot and excited but this is the most you ever hurt me, ma'am. But my cock is right - I don't want you to stop. I like the way you give me pain." She stopped after a few more minutes but my balls still throbbed with pain. Time for my line,"These are your balls mistress. They belong to you and I hope they still work and can continue to give you pleasure." I regretted my smart ass remark the minute I said it and I watched the anger grow on her face then a little smile, then a hearty full out laugh and I knew I had lucked out this time.
She began to whip my cock with the small leather flogger, small enough it would not permanently damage my cock but excruciatingly painful. Within minutes my cock was bright red and throbbing in pain. I saw that my pain excited her and she was driven to increase my pain and her excitement. Occasionally she would hold my cock to judge if it was still hard enough to permit her to increase my torment. Each time she touched my swollen member, the pain of her touch on the tender skin and cock head shot through my body like a shock and was double as she squeezed it to test its hardness. She saw the pain this caused and she delighted in squeezing harder. The squeezing of my cock did not excite me much, although my cock burned and stung at her touch, the sensitivity had been dulled by the whipping. She continued to whip my cock until my body dripped with sweat from writhing against my restraints and I was screaming in constant pain with tears streaming from my eyes. When she finally stopped I sobbed my line, "This is your cock mistress. It belongs to you for your pleasure."
She thought for a minute the smiled deviously,"Slaveboy, it has been a week since you pleasured me with your cock and I was expecting to enjoy you tonight. I will not be deprived of the pleasure of my slave's cock just because he was a cheating asshole and stripped naked for some little bitch! You will use that overgrown worm to fuck me and give me pleasure until I am completely satisfied!"
She touched the switch on the wall and eased the tension on my arms until my feet were standing solidly on the floor and the pain in my stretched arms began to go away. "Yes, mistress. You have gotten me so excited by tormenting me, I am sure this is going to be something special!"
Samantha kicked off her stiletto heeled shoes then slowly enticingly removed her black mesh stockings. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Yes, this fuck will be very special for you." and smiled a devious smile. "I'm still not sure you didn't screw that little bitch, so just to be safe I'll put this condom on your cock. " She rolled a condom onto my eager burning cock then she took of her black lace bra, threw it aside, and tauntingly rubbed her breasts against my chest. The pain of the touch of here soft full breasts on the stinging whip welts covering my chest lasted only seconds and multiplied my desire. I tried to reach her beautiful pink nipples with my mouth and tongue but she teased me by keeping her nips just beyond my reach. "You can if you really try, Slaveboy", she laughed. I strained with all my strength to pull down on my arms to gain those millimeters. When I reached her nip, I began to suck slowly and softly then harder as she began to moan. Soon she pressed her other nip to my mouth and I sucked that one until she was was satisfied and pulled back.
She stripped off here leather skirt and thought, "I'm still a little worried, let me put another condom on you." She slowly rolled the second condom over the first. I desperately wanted to get inside her cunt and get release after a week of denial so I didn't think much about the second condom. She seemed to have about the same idea. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly rubbing her breasts against my sweat covered chest. “I just love the feeling of a strong young helpless man, I love the smell of fear that mingles with his sweat.” Samantha rubbed her lace panties against my swollen throbbing cock still sensitive and sore from the beating. The rubbing was painful but the pain made it even more exciting. Her mouth found mine and I kissed her hard and deep. I had to excite her so much that she would order me to fuck her because as a slave I was not permitted to ask for her pleasures. She pulled away, stripped off her panties, grabbed and squeezed my cock, “Slaveboy I want you to give me all the pleasure I desire with this beautiful boner, I want to feel it all inside me, I want to feel you thrusting with uncontrolled desire.”
“Yes, mistress. Let me give you pleasure!” She pushed her cunt gently against my member and I moved around to stimulate her most sensitive spot. The tip of my cock burned from the beating and was a little numb but I soon heard sounds of pleasure from her and she pushed herself slowly steadily onto my cock. I moved slowly in and out trying to control myself against the pangs of desire I felt. The soreness and pain I felt from the beating my cock endured only added to my excitement.
“Harder, faster, Loverboy!” she commanded and I thrust madly hard and fast listening to her moans of satisfaction, faster, I had to cum, just a little harder and I could cum. She moans “YES! YES! YES!, keep going!” Harder I tried, obsessed with getting to the peak so I could cum, I pounded madly, furiously and was just on the edge. Each thrust caused pain to shoot through my body from the welts the strap had left on my cock. “God keep going, That’s it.Yes!” she moaned and then pushed herself off me. “I need a break, Slaveboy! That was wonderful!” I was in torment, on the edge just about there and now nothing. She lay on the bed watching me, “Don’t worry big boy, I’ll give you another chance!”
My mistress poured herself a glass of wine and slowly savored the wine and slowly savored the sight of a young sex obsessed man denied release. After a while she came back, pulled herself onto my cock and the made thrusting repeated, her cries of pleasure even stronger, my desperation stronger, again she paused after several climaxes and watched me from her bed. Finally she spoke, “You’re pretty smart, Tom, have you figured my torture out yet?”
“I don’t know, mistress. I haven’t had an orgasm for a week, you beat my cock until it was sore and pretty numb, and then you put two condoms on me. I’m driven to fuck you and get release but my cock can't get enough stimulation so I just stay on the edge. You’re using me as a human dildo. That’s cruel!”
“Yes, it’s cruel and I love it! The best part is you are helpless, when I pull myself onto your cock again you’ll be even more driven with a passion to cum and that will make my climax even better.” My mistress again pulled herself onto me and again driven by the intense stimulation after being denied release for a week I gave her climax and climax until she again pulled off and rested.
Samantha let her gaze wander over the young body she held in her power, she started at her slave’s bare feet on the cold tile floor, close together, with wrist-cuffs clipped to a ring in the floor, up the slave’s strong legs, glistening with sweat over the angry red welts left by her whip. She lingered at the throbbing erect cock with a growing desire to feel its bulk inside her just one more more time tonight. She watched the six pack abs move in and out as her slave breathed heavily after his futile for sexual exertions. See delighted in the bright red marks covering his smooth silky chest, she had shown her slave what it meant to displease his mistress. Her desire grew as she savored his boyish face crowned with unruly tousled hair, his eyes burning with desire for relief that she had no intention of granting, at least for now. The handsome mouth that tasted so sweet. His arms extended overhead in a “V” to where the ceiling cables pulled his wrist-cuffs. His armpits with just a little curly reddish hair were dripping with testosterone laden sweat. She loved the taste of his salty sweat and began to fixate on an idea.
“Slaveboy, you have such a beautiful body I just can’t resist enjoying it.” She began dragging her nails starting at my feet, up my legs, over my abs, up my chest, around my nips, through my armpits, and up my arms. My whole body shivered with excitement as the feel of the nails alternated between extreme pleasure when over smooth spots on my skin and extreme pain as the nails raked over the angry welts from her whip. She began licking my chest, my nips and did not stop as I struggled against the intense sensations. She smiled and I knew that next would be something she really had been thinking about. She moved from my nips and onto my armpits voraciously licking the most sexually potent elixir my body produced. The hungry movement of her lips and tongue on the sensitive skin of my armpits was unbelievable. When she was satisfied, she pulled my head down and let me suck her nipples then held me close and eased her cunt over the tip of my cock. I moved around slowly sensually and she soon began making sounds of pleasure and pushed herself deeper over me. As her pleasure increased I built the tempo, our excitement mounted together until she was yelling with mad pleasure. I moved ever more frantically trying to get enough sensation through the double condoms on my cock. At last she peaked and pulled off leaving me still without release of the immense pressure that had built up inside me. She patted my double condom clad cock, and laughed deviously, “Poor little boy.”
Samantha poured herself another drink and smiled as she watched my discomfort at having been denied an orgasm after she had driven me to the heights of passion. “That was fun, Slaveboy. I’d love to do it again but I feel real good right now.” She unclipped my right ankle cuff and put it on a ring farther out. She did the same on the other side so my legs were spread out and my body formed a “X”. She went to the wall and touched the switch so that the cables pulled my arms until I was suspended in the air with my toes unable to touch the floor. She pulled the condoms off my cock and laughed as the pre-cum dripped from the tip of my boner. “Still excited I see. That’s what I like about you, the way you love pain.” She went to my room and came back with a bunch of red painted alligator clips. Samantha had had me paint the clips we bought with a color code. She had tried each on my nips and the most painful clips were painted red. She asked me in a too calm voice, “Tom, now tell me all about the times you spent naked with Cindy” .......................
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