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Author’s Note:
I’ve been asked several questions and figured I’d answer them here:
First, Yes, I am real
Second, Yes, Dildo Whore and Servant are real as well
All these stories are written by Dildo Whore and are based on real occurrences. No, they aren’t 100% real.
He submits them to me as an offering, and if I find them exciting I publish them and he gets to fuck me.
Now, on to the latest offering….
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I arrived home to our condo tired and worn out. Traffic was tough tonight and it took me a while to make it home. I unlocked the front door and stepped inside. “Hi sweetie, I’m home,” I called out. Hearing nothing, I moved inside, setting my stuff down by the door. The lighting was low and I heard the TV playing. I rounded the kitchen and saw my lovely lady, Wendy, sitting in the big high back chair. She was a vision of lovliness, her hair pulled back in a long pony tail. She had on her sexy black corset, black panties, and black hose with her tallest high heels. I knew I was in trouble as she turned her dark eyes in my direction, and I saw her tapping her riding crop across her palm.
“Jeremy, you are late. You told me you were going to be home by 6, and it’s 6:12. I am not pleased. You kept your mistress waiting.”
I tried my best to look apologetic and stammered, “Yes, mistress, I am sorry. The traffic was bad and …”
“I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses, sub,” Wendy barked at me in her demanding Domme voice. I realized that despite my tiredness, her Dark Goddess had risen she was in the mood to play. “Go outside, and return with the luggage trolley, and you better not keep me waiting… again.”
I went back to the front door of our condo and went outside. Lucky for me, the luggage cart was close. It was hard plastic, about 4’ off the ground and made of two flat shelves about 4’ by 2’. It was on wheels made to allow guests to bring in the luggage. It looked a lot like a waiter’s food cart. I retrieved it not knowing what my Mistress had in mind, but knew better than to question her.
Pushing it inside wheel rumbling, I hastened to the living room. Wendy was still sitting and tapping her crop menacingly. She raised her eyes to mine, “Strip, now.”
I started taking off my clothes. My shirt and tie were removed first. These I folded and set on the table, and bent to take off my shoes. Wendy smacked her crop loudly against my ass, “Faster, Dildo Whore. I’ve waited way too long for you already today. This has not made me happy. I’ll take it out on your ass if you don’t hurry.”
I quickly took off my shoes, socks, pants. These were all put away in a neat pile. My underwear quickly followed. I have learned my Domme does not like me to make messes, and will punish me severely if I do. After putting all my clothes in a neat pile, I stood straight backed before her not making a sound. She stood and slid up to me. Her presence was intense and my pulse quickened as she eyed me critically. Tapping me lightly on the chest with her crop she said in a low voice, “Now, get up on the trolley, on your back, hands raised over your head.”
I tried to keep my dignity with little success, and positioned myself like she ordered. My ass was right up against the bottom edge, with my head hanging off the top, my arms and legs both hanging down. Wendy came over to me, leaned over and said, “Hold this for me, open up.” I opened my mouth and she put her crop in it. I bit down holding it in place. Wendy took up some ties and secured my angles to the bottom of the cart. She then moved to my head and fastened my wrists together. Pulling my arms, she bent my hands back behind my head and tied them off as well. I pulled at my bonds, but knew she was too practiced at this. There was no getting free.
She leaned against my chest, putting her elbow into me while resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Grinning at me she said, “For your knowledge, I got a new toy in the mail today. I was very anxious to try it out, but you weren’t home. I only had one recourse, and that was to call Servant. Aren’t you curious to know what it is… no, don’t get up, I’ll take you to see.”
She then moved to the bottom of the cart and pushed me across the room. I felt helpless being wheeled to wherever she desired. Wendy often likes to humiliate me publically, and I hoped she wasn’t going to push me outside. I was also anxious to what she had gotten in the mail. I didn’t have long to wait as she turned into our bedroom and I saw my friend Mark tied spread eagled across the bed. He had a ballgag tied tightly in his mouth. “aha,” I thought, “so that’s why I never heard him when I first got home.”
I noticed that there was a box at the foot of the bed, and wires trailed from it to his cock. Two bands were across his manhood, and it was very erect, and throbbing. I looked up at my mistress shocked. She grinned at me, saying, “That is my new TENS unit I see you’ve noticed. You boys have the most annoying habit of going soft on me when I leave you alone for too long. This solves this problem nicely as I can vary both the frequency and the current. I can either keep the setting low to keep you hard and ready for your mistress, or punish your cocks painfully. As you can see, Servant here has been kept in the ready position now for almost 2 hours without me having to do a thing.”
I turned my head to the side to look again at my prostrate friend. I noticed that he was straining against his restraints, hands clenched around the rope tied to his wrists. His body was covered in sweat and his cock was fully engorged. Ridges were popping out across his shaft, and it was a bright purple. Then his dick spasmed and he writhed some more, a soft moan escaping from behind the ball gag that kept his mouth in a perpetual grimace.
“Lucky for me that I bought two sets of attachments,” my mistress remarked as she brought up two bands with wires hanging from them. She undid the velcro and wrapped them around my cock before fastening them firmly in place. One was around the tip of my shaft, the other right at the base below my swollen balls. My cock was now firmly bound up just like Mark’s. Wendy adjusted the dials on the TENS and then plugged my leads into it. I was nervous and dreaded the unknown of what was to come. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.
ZZZzzzt
My eyes shot open as the first jolt hit my shaft. It felt less like a shock than a firm buzzing. “Oh, I see you like that,” my mistress chuckled evilly. “Your tiny little cock is getting bigger.”
ZZZzzzt
Another shock hit my cock, I lurched against my ties trying to pull my legs in. Wendy leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Oh, and if you are a bad boy I can do this to you.”
She cranked the dial up higher.
ZZZZZZZTTTT ZZZZZZZTTTT
“AUGH!” I cried out as it felt like my cock was stung by a swarm of hornets. I heard Mark cry out against his ball gag next to me as he was subjected to the full force of our Domme’s cruel treatment too. We thrashed against our restraints trying to stop the agony in our dicks, but there was no relief.
Wendy laughed, “Oh damn that is so hot. You are both writhing in unison. But I’ll be nice. Let that be a warning of what I can do to you if you displease me. I can turn it up and just leave you guys here languishing in agony while I go take a swim.”
The painful shock went away as Wendy turned the TENS unit back down. She reached down and removed her crop from my mouth. She trailed the business end of it down my chest, past my tummy and gave a light flick to the tip of my throbbing dick.
ZZZzzzt
We were still getting zapped, but back to a light level. I looked and saw that when the electricity went through my dick, it caused it to grow and twitch. Wendy smacked her riding crop down across my chest against my right nipple. “Now I can leave you to get a drink. I won’t have to worry about you going all soft on me, Dildo Whore. If you think you’re going anywhere anytime soon, you are sorely mistaken. I’ve had Servant there in perpetual excitement all afternoon. He’ll tell you that I’ve enjoyed playing with my new toy way too much. That is he would if he could talk.”
With this, she left the room and I watched her tight ass sway alluringly as her high heels clicked against the tile floor. Every 30 seconds or so I felt the TENS unit send its mild shock through my cock and my body lurched. I couldn’t get soft with that stimulating me, and by looking across at Mark, I could tell he was tired, sore, and worn out with the constant stimulation without any release.
I was kept in this position across the hard trolley for a while. It must have been at least a half hour of constant stimulation and I appreciated the predicament Mark had been going through. The only sounds were our heavy breathing and occasional moans.
I heard Wendy’s high heels click on the tile as she come back and saw her enter the room carrying a glass of wine and two bowls. Setting one of the bowls on my stomach she took a sip of wine. She pushed the small bowl right up against my throbbing cock, then she proceeded to do the same to Mark.
“I think I want to try an experiment,” she said looking at us with a devilish grin. “For future playtimes I need to know how much stimulation I can subject you to. I’m going to turn up the unit a bit. I want to find out if I can get you boys even harder and more excited. How high can I turn this toy before you’ll cum? Now, let’s find out which of my subs my little machine can force to cum first. Whomever cums first will fill your little bowl and I’ll feed it to you. Don’t knock my bowls over either, or you will get the full machine. You were at level 3, now I’ll turn it up to level 4, any questions?”
She then went to the machine again and turned the knobs.
ZZZzzzt
ZZZzzzt
It was stronger and more frequent that my cock was stimulated. I felt my dick straining, pulsing with each zap from her TENS. I turned my head and saw Mark fighting it hard. His sweat standing out as his muscles strained against his ties.
ZZZzzzt
ZZZzzzt
I heard a giggle and saw Wendy leaning against the wall, observing us in all our pain and pleasure. Oh damn this was tough. My back arched as I did my best not to focus on the rock hard erection her evil machine was forcing me to have. I heard Mark moaning continuously now.
Wendy went back out of the room, with a sinister look over her shoulder at her two subs being continuously stimulated. She obviously was enjoying putting us into this predicament.
ZZZzzzt
ZZZzzzt
Another fifteen minutes passed but it felt like hours. I again heard the sounds of her high heels. Wendy appeared with her wine glass in one hand and the other holding something behind her back. My mistress came back to her machine, leaning over it exposing her small but tight breast, “I guess level 4 isn’t enough, so let’s try level 5.”
ZZZZZZZzzzt
ZZZZZZzzztZ
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” went through my head. This was driving me mad. I couldn’t get any friction against my dick, and my hips were constantly thrusting, trying to get some relief. Anything at all rubbing my cock would do it, but nothing was there for me to thrust against. I heard a loud inarticulate cry and turning my head saw Mark, back arched, hips stretched high. His cock was twice its normal size and spasmed hard. Wendy moved to his side, rapt with amazement as his cock finally had enough and spewed its load skyward. Two feet in the air his cum shot, all up his body hitting him across his face and chest.
Wendy chuckled; “Ha, Servant loses this contest!” Mark’s dick pulsed over and over again, pushing his white fluid out his tortured prick into the glass bowl. Wendy leaned over to the machine, turning it back down. She went to Mark, put her fingers around the base of his dick, and squeezed it like a tube of toothpaste, slowly pushing her fingers to his swollen head. A few more drops oozed out into the bowl. “Now, now, let’s not let any of this go to waste, shall we?”
Running her long fingers across his chest, she scooped up his jism and wiped her hand off into the bowl getting the last of his fluid into it. She cleaned her hand off against his gagged mouth as he just moaned softly and seemed to deflate. “Looks like I can keep you boys at level 4, but level 5 will allow you to get off – good to know. I’ll have to keep that knowledge for the future.”
She produced took up a funnel that she had kept hidden. She turned Mark’s head and unbuckled the ball gag. It came out of his mouth with a soft “pop” trailing saliva away from him. “Mistress, please, no,” was all he could say between panted breaths.
“Sorry Servant, you knew the rules of the game, and you let yourself cum. Take your punishment like a good sub,” Wendy said while pushing the funnel against his mouth. He tried to keep his mouth closed but Wendy pushed it down his throat and held it in place as he tried to wiggle free. She reached for the full bowl and he began to thrash about. My Mistress slapped his face, “settle down or I’ll add my piss to the bowl.” I could see the panic in his eyes as he stopped moving. His eyes followed the bowl up as Wendy brought it to the funnel and slowly dumped his sticky cum out of the bowl and into the funnel. His throat constricted as I could see his spew make its way down his throat.
Wendy tapped the funnel, making sure it was empty before removing it. “May I go now, Mistress?” Mark asked.
“Oh no, I don’t think so, Servant.” Wendy chuckled evilly, “Besides, it’s not nice to eat and run and Dildo Whore hasn’t had his meal yet.” Mark tried to say something but before he could Wendy forced his mouth open and put the ball gag back in. Lifting his head, she buckled it back on and fastened it securely.
Wendy stood up after giving Mark another slap across the face, “Dildo Whore, let’s see how long you can hold out before you produce your own dinner. While we wait, all this talk of eating has gotten me quite hungry. I think I’ll order a pizza, and let’s hope he’s on time… you know what happens when I have to wait.”
Turning around, she dialed the TENS unit up and left the room.
ZZZZZzzztt
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