Goddess: First Contact

By OblongMilk

 Part 1: The Anticipation:

I sat in a very hot bath, soothing my prickly nerves. Relax the body, relax the mind, and it is easier to take heavy torture. The warm water worked its magic while images of Her danced through my head. A rigorous scrubbing, cleaning, and preening session followed in an attempt to get this body in shape for an audience with a Goddess. The pictures of Her staring at me from printed photos scattered on my bed caught my eye over and over, fueling the geyser of pressure within my libido. It was time to go.

I stepped from the hotel, pacing directly towards a waiting taxi. Sounds pinged and roared in my ears; smells intoxicated my nose; colors flashed that rare brilliance you don't usually see; my senses were alive with anticipation. I was alive. I entered the taxi and quickly gave the driver the address in a voice much too loud than was needed. The taxi sped through the vigorous streets. My belly was like a ball of iron, drawn to Her all powerful magnet. I paid hastily and left the cab. Looking up at the building of my destination I examined myself. I was nervous, but not too nervous, my mind and my body was ready to serve. I buzzed the intercom and replied with my name to the soft soothing voice on the other side. I stepped inside, found the stairs, and ascended.

A soft but serious face greeted me at the door. The receptionist offered me some form of refreshment, but I declined, thanking her graciously. She led me to a small darkened room with a large soft chair and small hard wooden one. “The Mistress will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you Maam.” I replied with an artificial boldness riddled with nervousness. I examined the two chairs and knew which one was for me. After placing the ornately colored envelope containing Her tribute on the arm of the large cushioned chair, I sat down on the small hard wooden one and waited. I passed the time feeling the thumping of my heart while making unsuccessful attempts to calm it. The door swept open with a slight click of the latch and I immediately sprung onto my feet. My world condensed itself into a moment, this moment.

“Finally you have come.” The room was darkened but my eyes were ablaze with beauty and my ears rung with the velvety command of Her voice. Her bright platinum blonde hair cascaded off her black latex clad shoulder. Tall spike heels on the bottom of Her thigh high latex boots clicked across the floor towards me. The skin tight black latex dress reflected every piece of light within the dimly lit room. As She came closer I braced myself as her facial features were so pure and smooth that they hit me like a sweep of angelic wings.

“I am so very happy to finally meet you Mistress.” I had finally won the battle with speechlessness and attempted a reply. She came close, using her green eyes to bore deeply into my soul. She held me with her eyes for but a moment, and then a slight grin spread over her curved ruby lips. She sat down in the large cushioned chair without another word. After She sat Herself down, I quickly followed.

“I did NOT tell you to sit down.” Many times in life I have had need for quick reactions; a slip on a wet floor, the swing of a baseball bat, and the dodge of a punch. My reactions did not fail me on this moment as I immediately sprung back onto my feet. I felt the awful shame that I had done something incorrect in Her presence. She made herself comfortable in her seat. “Sit.” She said in a quiet off hand manner. I sat down quickly. She sat looking at me, studying me. I sat very patiently. Elation filled me. I was finally in Her presence. “Now. We have spoken many times before. I know what I am going to do to you. I know what you are going to do. Do you have anything to add? Anything you haven't told me yet? Anything to say in your own defense?” A slight smirk rose on her face after her last question.

“No Mistress.” I said strongly, condemning myself to my own doom. A doom I was accepting with the glee of a pig rolling in his own excrement. She rose to her feet slowly, elegantly, gracefully. I stood with Her as a school boy does for his professor. She crooked her finger at me.

“Come.” She walked towards a second door. My mind was mesmerized with the clicking of Her heels, the swing of Her hips. Hypnotized like a golden medallion in front of a hapless fool. I followed Her through the door into a beautifully equipped dungeon. Steel implements glinted with candle light. Polished leather rested and hung beside lengths of rope. Long thin switches, canes, crops, and whips hung neatly in rows along one wall. I saw none of this. I had eyes for only one thing. I had eyes only for the Goddess leading me into her lair of pain. The door quietly clicked behind me as after it fell shut. Not a moment after the door closed tight; She spun around in a blur, using her right hand to grab me roughly by the chin, pressing her fingers into my cheeks. She pressed close to my face with her deep, commanding eyes. I stared back into oblivion.

“You are now mine!” A thick gob of ambrosia accompanied by a fine splatter then followed onto my face. Truth. Truth from the mouth of a Goddess.

Part 2: The Beginning

She looked up unto my eyes, yet down into me; Two amber hot coals, steaming my mind. The mix of red, yellow, and flickering candle light put a glowing sheen on her white porcelain skin. I imagined her skin would be so soft, if I was ever allowed to touch it. Those cat-like eyes continued to stare at me as if testing my nerve. She shifted her head a bit, bouncing her head of long hair slightly to the left, as if posing a question to me. Another movement seemed to shift her weight slightly to her left leg. Facing an opponent, this predicts a movement or strike with the right leg. If I shifted to my right or spun to my left I could counter her move and put her one footed balance to a disadvantage. I didn't move. Her knee contacted firmly between my legs, letting loose a bolt of pain which penetrated through my scrotum and all the way up my body. I let out a loud low expulsion of pain through my lips, bent over and collapsed on the floor. The knee wasn't nearly what it could have been, but it did its job. I barely felt the following kicks to my behind as I lay on the floor at her feet, regaining my breath.

“Get over to that chair, take your clothes off. Move it.” She commanded. “And do it neatly.”

“Yes Mistress,” fell out of my mouth in a hoarse whisper. I reached out and started to slowly crawl along the floor. Crawling like a badly wounded soldier under fire, on my belly. My balls felt like lead, hanging twenty pounds overweight. Spasms of pain still rippled through my body as I quickened my pace. Her heels clicked away from me. She stopped somewhere on the other side of the dungeon. I dared not look back but continued my laborious crawl over to the chair at the side of the room. Another spasm hit me and I stopped to hold my jewels until it passed. I did not hear the click of her heels approaching me quickly from behind. A very firm kick hit me dead in the stomach.

“I don't have all day! Move it!” She yelled delivering another two kicks to my stomach. “Come on, up you come, get crawling,” she ordered as she pulled me up by my hair onto my hands a knees where I started crawling quickly towards the chair. The pain between my legs lessened much and then my hair was released. I reached my goal quickly. A plain black wooden chair smoothly finished. I sat up on my knees and quickly took off my dark blue pin-striped jacket, folded it in half and laid it neatly on the chair. Working my fingers vigorously I undid all the buttons of my light blue shirt and quickly shed it, folding it also in half and putting it on the chair on top of my jacket. I felt her eyes, her expectations upon me and I didn't doddle. I fell back from my knees and sat directly on the floor. I reached down and untied my left shoe, removing it. It would have been much easier to stand and do this, or even sit on the chair, but I feared raising my head to high above the floor, so I kept low. “Haha! You take your shoes off like a little boy. Sitting on the floor.” She laughed.

I grinned. “Little boys and nasty toys, oh what dreams are made of,” I drolled, regaining my humor somewhat.

“Yes indeed my nasty little boy. Hurry up,” smiled my Mistress.

“Yes Mistress.” My second shoe was followed by my socks and watch. Laying down I slipped off my dark blue pin-striped pants, folded them, and placed them on the chair. I was left kneeling, facing the chair, clad only in my black silk boxer shorts. The front of my shorts rose in the front in semi-rigid ness. I paused for a slight moment but then smiled to myself and thought “who am I kidding' and quickly slipped the shorts down past my knees and off. Folding them and placing them on top of my folded pants; I then turned around on my knees, keeping my eyes down. I crawled forward three motions and stopped. I waited on my hands and knees. Three clicks moved right towards me.

“Let's see what you got. Sit up. Straight. Straight! Put your hands behind you and lean back. Yes there. Now arch your back, arch it. Push out your hips. Out! Wider, wider. I said push them out, and hold it!” The riding crop in her right hand came snapping down onto my left thigh. The crack filled the room, and filled my ears with its delightful sound. I now sat totally exposed, staining my muscles to keep my hips thrust out into the air, arching my back, and staring upside down at the wall behind me. She stood in front of me, with her crop, glaring at my totally exposed body. “You keep fit. That is good. That is very important.”

“Thank you Mistress.” I forced my muscles to obey, keeping the extended posture.

“Now how about this?” I felt her shoe push out on my left knee, spreading my legs wider. The soft caress of her crop came down on the inside of my left thigh. I found it easier to hold the position with her crop rubbing against my flesh. My two boys had relaxed and were hanging downwards and my semi-rigid member formed an arch into the air. Her crop came up gently to my balls, circling around them, lifting each one up for inspection. I held the position rock solid, ignoring the protests from my muscles. The crop then came slowly up the underside of my cock; the soft leather moving slowly towards the tip. I tightened all my muscles and as the crop made its journey up, straightening my length to an erect rod; a standard, a flag pole pointing at the ceiling. The crop tip passed by the head and disappeared. A moment passed. Buckling my arms and knocking me onto my back, her black patent leather heel pushed me to the floor. “Down!” She leapt forward and sat down hard on my lower chest, pinning my arms down underneath me. The amber spheres of power looked directly down into mine. The hard stern look on her face and the soft skin of her legs pressed me to helplessness. Two quick hard slaps came to each side of my face. She followed with, “You will do.”

“Thank you Mistress.” I responded quickly like a reflex. Another left right flurry came smacking across my face followed by a thick gob of spit just bellow my right eye. I felt its coolness slide down my already burning cheek and drip off. Her divine feline eyes followed the spittle's progress with constrained glee. Two volleys of left rights smacked me in rapid succession.

“What's one plus one?” Two more slaps burned each cheek. “What's one plus one? “ Smack! Smack! “What's one plus one??!!!” She questioned rapidly and repeatedly while interjecting with hard slaps across my cheeks.

“Two!” Smack. “Two! Two! Two!” I cried out desperately. She sat there starring down at me. Sizing me up it seemed, viewing her prey.

Very slowly and gently she asked, “What is two plus two?” She looked at me gently, waiting.

“Four Mistress.” She stared down at me still; her expression unchanging. She then slapped me lightly across the left cheek.

“What is two plus two?” Again she asked me in a gentle persistent voice. I hesitated but answered.

“Four Mistress.” A light slap came across my right cheek.

What is two plus two?”

“Five Mistress?” I ventured with a slight smirk in my voice.

“What is two plus two!” Smack! “What is two plus two!” Smack! She flew into a repetitive volley of questions, slapping me after each one. Every slap got harder and harder while her voice became more and more intense. I struggled at my helplessness but could not move. She squeezed my arms tight with her thighs, her latex skirt riding up high. Her full weight sat directly on my chest. The questions continued and I started blurting out answers.

“Four Mistress! Four! Five Mistress! Three Mistress! Four! Four! Five! Seven Mistress! A thousand Mistress! A million! Four! Four! Five Mistress!” The blows stopped falling across my face and all was still and silent.

“What is two plus two?”

“Five Mistress.” I said exhaustively.

“What is two plus two?” She asked, keeping her hands still.

“Five Mistress.” I said with a desperate earnestly. She looked down into my eyes again. Commanding my lids to stay open and stare back into those deep amber pits of glory. While maintaining her position, she reached back behind her and picked up a metallic object from the floor. She turned back, finding the end of a chain with her strong elegant hands. It was a black leather collar with a length of bright silver chain wrapped around. She freed the collar from the chain and coiled the silver length upon my chest. The black leather collar had a smooth shiny surface with a u-bolt at one end and corresponding slits in the other. She held the collar open in both hands and froze my eyes in her gaze. The intensity of her stare held me like a cast of stone. Her hypnotic hold continued as she reached forward and wrapped the collar around my neck. She finally broke her gaze and worked her fingers bellow my chin. I cast my eyes down to her fine manicured fingers. A small padlock was looped through the end of the chain moving towards my chin. I looked up and her eyes locked me still again, lost me in a pit of acceptance. Hunter's eyes, amber pools of beauty. A smile developed slowly across her face. A hunter's smile.

“Click.”

Part 3 : The Pain

The collar locked onto my neck. She held the key. At that moment, she held the key to everything.

“Now slave. Yes that's right. Slave.” She said in a dark sensual voice. She yanked hard up on the chain, pulling my head up while keeping my body pinned down. “Yes. My! Slave.” She took her other hand and started running it through my hair, over and over, pushing it this way and that. “Yes! Yes. My! Slave. Slave. Oh my own pathetic slave.” She groaned deeply, yanking the chain again and pushing her face close to mine, breathing deeply, breathing hot beautiful breath into my face. “Slave. Slave. Slave.” She cooed, and then stopped suddenly and looked into my face. “Do you know how to make the sound of a donkey?” I sprang to my senses, my pounding heart, my deep gasping, my throbbing cock, suddenly was pushed to the back of my mind.

“Uh. A donkey? … Mistress?”

“Yea. A donkey.” She let the chain slide through her grip so my head rested back onto the floor. She pulled back from my face, pulling her hand from my hair. “A donkey.” She pointed the index finger of her right hand at the middle of my face. She poked it forward, pushed it right into my nose, pressing it up like the nose of a pig. “Do it.”

“Eeeeeeh Haaaawww.” I attempted. She looked surprised and pulled her finger back from my nose. She pushed it again up against my nose. “Eeeeeeeeeh! Haaaawww!” Mistress broke into a huge smile and laughed loudly. Then she did it again. “Eeeeeeeh! Haawww!” I cried as enthusiastically as I could.

“That's it!” She laughed. “Stick your tongue out! Farther!” She laughingly ordered as she pulled my ears out hard. “Make a noise like a motor boat.”

“pppppphhhhhhhttttt,” I attempted. Mistress laughed again hard letting go of my ears. She then put a finger to the outside of each eye and pulled gently making them into long slits.

“Are you sorry slave?” She jokingly enquired.

“Me tho tholly. Me tho tholly.” She let me go with a long laugh and I couldn't help laughing as well.

“Pig.” She slapped me very lightly across the face. She laughed again when I responded with a pig grunt. “Smile, Smile.” She urged as she pulled my cheeks hard forcing me into a big grin. She let go of my cheeks and looked serious again. “How are you feeling obie?” I responded by wearing a serious face and looking away from her.

“Well, not very good.”

“Not very good? What do you mean?” She asked with definite surprise.

“Well Mistress. I am going to have to go back to University and re-write all my math papers,” I deadpanned.

“Oh you fucking bitch!” She cried and brought one of her hardest slaps across my right cheek creating a loud crack. She got up off of me, hiding a humorous smirk, stepping right on my stomach. I let out a gasp of hair then breathed in deeply again to recover. She had already picked up the chain in one hand, making a short leash of it. “Get up! Come on get up now! And don't you fucking dare raise your head above my knees.” She marched off across the room dragging me by the neck as I desperately tried to crawl while keeping my legs wide and elbows bent to keep my head bellow her knees. The trip was short but as I was dragged behind her I feasted my eyes upon her boots.

“Click thump, click thump,” rang her beautiful heels; black patent leather heels, polished to a brilliant shine. My mouth watered and my tongue ached to reach out and polish them further.

“Come one. Come on!” A hard jerk on my leash yanked me towards our destination. “Up. Up! Stand up!” I stood in front of a black painted cross. Leather cuffs with bright metal chains hung from each point. “Get on.” A push from my back moved me forward and I stepped up onto the footrests of the cross. I lifted up my leash and put it on the other side as I laid flat against it, lying at a slight incline towards the wall. “Oh I hate these things.” Mistress fiddled with the left hand cuff and removed it. She clicked her way to the other side, dragging her nails hard across my back. She then removed the other hand cuff from the cross. “These things give you way too much room to move. I want you held tight when I beat you.”

“Yes Mistress.” I stared into the black wall in front of me. Consuming all her marvelous sounds; the click of her heels, the rattle of the chains, the command of her voice, and the rustle of her clothing. Silence fell as she started to tie something to the cross just above my right wrist. She completed the knot and started wrapping the soft white rope around my arm starting at my wrist. Concentric wraps of rope, pulled my arm tight against the wood. The silence continued in the dungeon as she worked her way down my arm.

“Poetry. Now.”

“Poetry?” Her fist flew instantly into my stomach breaking the silence with my gasp. She finished the last wrap of rope and started tying another knot onto the cross. I regained my breath and my mind started searching desperately.

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.” I fumbled. She finished the knot and walked over to my left wrist and started doing the same.

“Do you really think that is appropriate?”

“Sorry Mistress.” She finished the first knot and started to wrap the rope around my arm, pulling it snug against the wood.

“I'm waiting.”

“Black power. Black lust. Black boots trample upon my spirit. How doth these things run rampant where peace and light are celebrated. But I say, celebrate the other, for I take none of it.” She finished tying the final knot. My arm now wrapped at least twelve times, firmly securing it tight against the wood.

“You just fucking made that up!” She laughed and grinned. “What total shit!” She laughed again.

“I'm sorry Mistress.” I smiled then jumped as three hard hits with a large paddle fell across my ass. Three hard fast strokes, warming me for what is to come.

“Poetry. Now.” She squatted down at my left leg, tying a rope end to the cross.

“I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.” She was almost finished wrapping my left leg from my upper calf down to just above my ankle. The rope pressed my leg tight against the wood, but I felt my circulation would be fine. She worked in silence, and fumbled a bit with the rope. She finally got it right and tied the rope home. She stood up and stopped. Moving close behind me, I could feel her breath on the back of my neck.

“That's not poetry. That's a line from some movie.” She paused then went to my right leg and started working with the rope.

“Sorry Mistress. My mind is a blank. I can't think of anything. I am sorry Mistress.”

“You will need to do better,” she said with a tone of exasperation.

“Yes Mistress. I am sorry Mistress.” I hung my head and felt ashamed that I had been disappointing to her. She continued tying my right leg without saying a word. My shame spread through me and filled me for every second of silence. She quickly finished and took a step back to admire her work.

“There. Now that is tied to a cross. If you're going to do something slave. Always do it right.”

“Yes Mistress.” I felt I could hardly move. All four limbs were pressed tight by the coils of rope, neatly and snugly tied. She ducked forward and looked down.

“What the fuck is that!” She pointed and questioned me accusingly. Shame had caused my rod to fall. It had even shriveled somewhat. “God. It's fucking pathetic. What's your problem?”

“I am sorry Mistress.” My face burned red and my shame turned to embarrassment. “It's just,” I stammered. “It's just. I'm sorry Mistress”

“It's just it's just,” she mocked me into my ear, standing behind me. “Give me a break little boy.” She let out a loud exasperated huff. A fast serious of vicious smacks followed from her long black wooden paddle. Each one pressed me against the cross, the force of the blows rippling through the rest of my body. She pressed her left hand to each cheek, her touch felt cool on my now warm skin. “Warming up.” I then felt her body pressing against my back. Her hand brushed against my pink bottom as she reached under and grabbed both of my balls in one hand. Her elegant yet powerful hand clenched shut, squeezing me hard, creating a sharp pain. Leaning close to my ear she whispered, “Let's get a few things clear. You are mine. I can hurt you as much as I want to hurt you. I will never damage you. I will never go to far so as to damage you psychologically or physically. We have chatted. We understand each other.”

“Yes Mistress.” I whimpered back.

“You can beg can't you slave?”

“Yes, I can beg Mistress.”

“You can cry slave?” I hesitated a moment.

“Yes Mistress, I can cry.”

“If you can beg me to stop. If you can cry. You don't need a safe word. I know you will be sincere. I can taste the flavor of a man's begging like a French wine connoisseur from Bordeaux . You don't need a safe word.”

“I don't need a safe word Mistress.” I whispered back, with true sincerity, and a deep shaking nervousness fluttering in my stomach. She released her strengthening grip on my balls and stepped back. Heavy, deep blows from a leather fantail whip began falling onto my back. Not a sharp skin burning sensation, but a deep blow, rocking my body against the cross with each one. Starting at my shoulders and working her way down, she reddened my entire back with powerful rhythmic strokes timed by an unheard drummer. The blows continued down each leg, and then my arms. All my exposed skin was now a flushed pink with my heart beating strongly. Sharp nails dug into my elbows and then scraped their way down my arms over my shoulders. I could hear her breathing strongly, raking her nails down my back and digging in hard. She scratched an oval around and above my left butt cheek.

“Hmmm, perhaps a nice location for a tattoo. Or a brand maybe.” She mused inquisitively. I puzzled for an answer but couldn't find one. I didn't want to say yes, I was afraid of permanent marking. I didn't want to say no either. I kept facing the wall, lost in my own sensations. She hummed a short tune to herself and I could hear her moving some objects around. Sharp, rapid, cutting pain came hard; tearing up my back, by ass, my legs. It was a new whip. A cat-o-nine tails. Each blow seamed to rip my skin open, tearing it to shreds. I cried out at every blow. The pain very real now, sharp and intense, over and over again, I fought with myself for control. The blows continued without stopping. They seemed to get harder and faster; falling all over my body. I felt as if I was being flayed alive, that I was bleeding. My cries became more and more desperate, more anguished, my whole body shaking, sagging from my bonds. I couldn't take much more. A flood started filling my brain, threatening to wash it away in a torrent of panic. “I love it.” She said ecstatically. The whipping stopped. Her soft cool hand stroked down my back to my right leg. “I love this whip. Feels like its ripping the skin off you doesn't slave?” I stood, but I also relied on my bonds to keep me slumped upright against the cross. I swallowed and caught my breath.

“Yes Mistress.” I panted. Then like a programmed machine, “Thank you Mistress.”

“I just love how your skin just lights right up. It's such a nice shade of scarlet. Really quite beautiful.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Good boy.” She patted me on the shoulder. The first heavier whip came down on me again. But his time much harder like it was being used two handed. Heavy hard impact blows down my back and on my ass, knocking me hard against the cross on each stroke. They were much fewer but much harder. I heard the thump of the whip dropping to the floor just as my head was filling with overwhelming pressure. I was able to gain a single breath before I felt two hands take one ball each and pull down hard. I yelled uncontrollably till my voice broke and I continued with a few sobs. The hands let go and my whole body quivered. My sobs were almost tears till I was able to take a deep breath and get control of myself again. She stood behind me for a moment in total silence. “Did you say something?” She queried. I was at a loss for words, trying to blink back a few tears forming in my eyes. “Did you? I am pretty sure I heard something,” prodding me with mock sincerity.

“No Mistress.” She laughed.

“I fucking loved that. You know that don't you?” She asked grinning.

“Yes Mistress.” She laughed again.

“I want you to do that a lot more. I love it when the others ask me afterwards, what the hell were you doing to that guy? He sounded like you were killing him.” She laughs again at some remembrance of hers.

“I will try Mistress.” I say in an exhausted and totally pathetic voice.

“How's your butt hole? Oh, I haven't done nearly enough whipping in there. Tsk Tsk. Silly me. I sometimes get carried away and get so forgetful sometimes. Nice and clean inside I hope.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good.” While holding my glutes spread wide, she drove her knee up hard, right into the center. It drove me upwards, pushed me hard against the ropes, shooting a gasp of pain out of my mouth. “Rim job!” she laughed as I convulsed my ass together, riding out the spasms of pain. She came around the side and looked at my face. “Oh you liked that didn't you? Haha! Took you back to your high school days huh?” She grinned and laughed at me as the pain spasms faded, leaving me with an odd grin on my face. She reached between my legs and touched my balls. I jumped reflexively. “On your toes now hmmm? Good.” She tickled them gently with her nails. “I went to a farm once and there was this older woman who had this humongous bull. Like I mean this thing was big. My friend asked how she managed him and she said he was very gentle and easy to handle. She added that he even liked having his testicles scratched. I just smiled and nodded. But I thought to myself; how the fuck did she find that out?” She laughed again. She stopped tickling my balls and stepped back. “Pretty funny eh Obie?” She questioned.

“Yes Ma!” I exclaimed as I was cut off short with a series of violent whips across my ass and back the cat-o-nines. She whipped in a frenzy of strokes, stopping only to knee me in the butt hole then continuing with her whipping. This cycle continued until I was over flowing with pain. My body was out of control and bucking and violently shaking. “Please!” I started begging in between sobs that were starting to fill my breaking voice. “Please! Stop!” I started sobbing and shaking, losing total control of my body and my mind. I had tears pouring down my face. She stopped. My body sagged like a rag doll against the cross. I continued to sob quietly and my head was ringing like bell. She came up behind me and hugged me. She stroked my hair gently, straightening it out. She moved beside me looking into my face. She stroked my hair again. Delicately she caught some of my tears on her finger tips, rubbing them into her cheeks. She used the back of her hand to stroke my cheek and then squeezed my nose. I started seeing again and getting control of my breathing. I took some deep breaths; my sobs still made me shake a bit until the last one was smooth and relaxed. She squeezed my nose again and smiled. I turned and looked at her. I looked into her large amber eyes, dilated with excitement. She cocked her head to one side, staring at me. “Thank you Mistress.” I expelled exhaustively. I was finally able to speak and come back to this world. She squeezed my nose again and smiled. Leaving me she walked across the dungeon, providing me a moment to recover. I took some more deep breaths, closed my eyes, willing myself to endure, to keep control.

“Sharp. Good.” Her voice right behind me startled me out of my own little world. I felt a sharp edge tracing gentle patterns down my sides, along my back, up and down my arms. Just a gentle stroking, but it felt like a red-hot iron over my many welts. She stepped back and I heard a footstool being slid across the floor to the side of me. Suddenly like an attack she was high up beside me, grabbing my hair with her left hand and yanking my head back. Her right held a knife which she pushed roughly against my collar. “You fucking pig!” She screamed in my ear. “I bet your bleed just like a pig?” Huh! Do you!?” I replied by yelled out in real fright. She continued to screech in my ear, “You sure fucking squeal like a pig don't you! Don't you!”

“Yes Mistress!” I pleaded desperately, feeling myself panicking. “Yes Mistress! No Mistress! Please no Mistress! Please!” I begged.

“You filthy cut pig! Fucking squeal! Fucking squeal!” she screamed.

“Mistress! Mistress!” and I squealed as best I could; a desperate panicked squeal. I was helpless and desperate. I squealed and begged. She finally released my hair and pulled the knife away.

“Oh it's ok. It's ok.” She whispered. “It's ok obie. It's ok now. Just calm down.” She put her head next to mine, stroking my hair, cooing into my ear. She kissed me on the cheek and blew into my ear. “It's ok obie, just calm down.” My jerking sobs and panicked breaths continued until her stoking started to calm me down. My eyes cleared and my mind came back, registering her attentions and closeness. “It's ok obie. It's all right now.” She continued to hold me tight, talking gently to me, kissing my ear and cheek, rubbing my hair. She used her right hand now to run the knife very gently up and down on either side of my semi-rigid cock. She nibbled on my ear. “It's ok now.” My sobs and shaking felt under control now and her attentions started to fill me with excitement. My breathing didn't calm down but by cock started to throb. The gentle attentions of her knife's edge filled my ardor and my erection bringing it out in full. She continued to rub her hand through my hair, kissing my cheek, kissing my ear, blowing in my ear. My breathing now labored from excitement. She turned my head, “You ok now?” She asked gently, looking deep into my eyes, transfixing me.

“Yes Mistress.” I replied. Now back to myself.

“Good.” She smiled then came right to my face and licked her tongue in one long stroke from the bottom of my right chin all the way to my eye. She grinned evilly and stepped back off the foot stool. Taking her knife she cut the ropes holding my right arm. The sharp knife made short work of them and with a few strokes my arm was free. “Hold onto the cross. Stay where you are.” I held onto the cross while she cut my right leg free. She walked across behind me dragging the knife gently across my back. Quickly she cut my left arm and left leg free. I clung to the cross as she had ordered. “Now, slowly, I will help you down.” She stepped in behind me and took powerful grips on my hips. I took a step down with my right leg and it buckled slightly as I put it down. “See. Makes you a bit weak in the knees.” She said gently.

“Yes Mistress.” She steadied me as I stepped off with my left leg.

“On your knees.” She ordered. I lowered myself slowly to my knees. She now had a firm grip on the chain leash and tugged me gently to turn around. “Come on.” She drew me gently towards her. My eyes starred eagerly down at her black thigh high patent leather boots. I crawled forward till I was inches away from her boots. “Now you are going to lick the bottom part of my boots. You are going to lick them clean. If I don't hear a thank you at least every ten seconds you are going to be in so much shit that what you just experienced will seem like a walk in the park. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” I groveled, my body on fire, my cock throbbing madly.

“Get to work.” The world slowed like a river of molasses. Outside the world turned, babies were born, fortunes lost, and sporting events won. My tongue stretched, stretched out to its full reach and finally touched the tip of her black leather.

“Thank you Mistress.”

Part 4: The Violation

Beautiful black boots are the pillars, the foundation of a Goddess. Peasants need somewhere to worship, a temple, a shrine. I had found one and was given the opportunity give praise. I gave it.

“Thank you Mistress” I continued, fearing the ten second rule. Like a mantra I repeated it every six seconds. Working my tongue thoroughly around the foot of her left boot, I licked every square inch multiple times. The surface glowed with shiny wetness. “Oh thank you Mistress” I added as I moved to her right boot to begin work again. I labored hard and achieved the same glowing perfection upon her right boot.

“Stop” she commanded coldly. She peered down, bending over slightly. “You have done good work slave. You have pleased me.”

“Thank you Mistress, thank you” I elated. Feeling that deep inner satisfaction, I glowed. I had pleased her. It was all that mattered.

“Sit up on your ass. Right down. Legs straight out. Wide. Spread them wide.” She kicked at my left leg to push it out wider. “Hands behind your head. Lock your fingers. Keep them locked.” She stepped forward and with her right boot stepped directly on my throbbing cock with much of her weight.

I gasped loudly, my muscles jerked, and my cock started to spasm. Hard ejectile spasms, but my cock was crushed hard and had no where to go. The contractions turned to bolts of pain as flow was backed up and then returned to whence it came. The orgasm stopped, the crushing boot strangled the premature explosion. Her boot continued to grind down hard, escalating the pain in my cock

“Get up.” She commanded coldly. “Come on. Get up.” I wiggled back and forth, each wiggle yanking at my burning phallus. Stuck, I was stuck and had no idea how to get up. I almost moved by reflex to use my hands but quickly snapped them back together again. The order was remembered. “Get up!” She commanded more urgently. “Get the fuck up, come on!” Wiggling desperately I searched for a way. Bringing up my legs I attempted to get them under me but had little room to move. “Get up! Get up!” She yelled angrily down at me and pushed down hard with her boot, grinding it like a cigarette butt.

I started to toss my head around, leaning back and forth, desperate to move, desperate to obey. I brought both my legs up, my knees tight to my chest. Pushing upwards caused great pulling on my cock.

“Get up! On your feet! Now!” At the command of now, I pushed hard with my legs. I yelped as my squashed cock was wrenched from under her boot, sending me tumbling backwards. Flopping slap on my back onto the hard wood floor, I winced as my welts gave me sharp new pain. Miraculously, I managed to keep my hands behind my head, resisting the urge to grab for my stinging cock. “Come here.”

‘Yes Mistress.” I struggled to ignore my burning cock and turned over onto my knees. Crawling to her feet, I stared down at the floor, the floor under her boots. My Mistress took a deep hard breath in through her nose, drawing all fluid from her nasal passages. Taking a deep loud snorer's breath, she gathered all the moisture in her mouth nose and throat into a loud low gargle in her mouth. A massive heavy splat hit the floor right in front of my face after being spat from her mouth. I gawked at the bulbous blob of mucous as I heard her repeating the procedure. A second and third glob of spit hit the floor beside the first, all right in front of my face.

“My floor is fucking dirty. How dare you let my floor get dirty. Get it cleaned up pig. Clean it up now!”

“Yes Mistress.” I lowered myself and licked at the thick globs of mucous. Reluctantly slurping them up into my mouth and swallowing. I worked hard while she clicked quickly across the room in her heels. Upon returning she came close in behind me as I licked the sticky mucous from the floor. With a sharp tug her expert fingers secured a thin rope around my right ball. I had finished licking up her spit but I continued to tongue polish the floor. Her work continued in silence as she secured my left ball with a second piece of rope.

“Stop,” she commanded as she sat herself down on the middle of my back. Riding me like a horse without a saddle. “Head up doggie. Come on head up.” Pulling me by the hair she jerked my head up away from the floor, craning it back. “Open up doggie, come on open up. There's a good doggie.” A red ball gag flashed in front of my eyes and was tugged forcefully into my mouth. Yanking hard on the straps, she forced my cheeks back into an obscene grin as she fixed the clasp together, holding it on tight. “Good doggie.” She ruffled my hair affectionately and stood up off my back. “Come on doggie, come on,” she urged while tugging gently on the ropes tied to my balls. I quickly turned in the direction of her tugging, her leash in complete control of my body. “Ok doggie, let's go, let's go.”

She started walking to the other end of the dungeon, dragging my balls with her. I released a squeal through my gag as I desperately tried to crawl backwards and keep up. My knees slammed into the hard floor and I panicked. As I desperately crawled backwards as fast as I could, I lost my balance and fell flat on the floor. She kept walking and pulling, dragging me along behind her. “Come on doggie, come on little doggie,” she coaxed in a little girls voice.

I pushed with my hands and slid myself along the floor, screaming into my gag. Ramming my knees up I was able to get back to my crawling position and pursue her backwards with a sweating desperation, my chain leash dragging along in front of me. I crawled frantically but her pace always kept ahead of mine. Drawing along the side of a wooden bench, she finally stopped. My body shuddered and dripped with sweat, wheezing for breath through my nose.

“That's a good little doggy.” She patted my head again, messing my hair. “What a good little doggie you are,” she giggled. “Come on, come on, up here little doggie come on.” She patted the top of the padded bench with her hand repeatedly. “Come on little doggie, up ya come, come on.” I obediently crawled up onto the bench. “Down. Lay down doggie, lay down.” She pushed gently on my back and coaxed me with a light playful voice. Lying down upon the soft black leather which covered the top of the bench, I was guided so that my balls and still throbbing cock hung off the end. “Good doggie, good doggie,” she enamored as she caressed my hair again.

She squatted down beside me, leaving her leg up as she worked to secure a leather cuff to my wrist. I stared right down her leg to her black latex panties; transfixed like a fly in a spiders web. Her long soft curvaceous leg swept down till it ran under the black latex. Shiny fabric was all that was guarding that most sacred of temples. After securing my wrist she moved to my right. My eyes never left her although I could no longer see up her legs. She squatted again, leaving one leg up, but she was turned just slightly so I could not see her panties again. I stretched my neck out and around in a vain attempt to see, but I could not. She worked quickly with the cuff and my right wrist. Her eyes glanced up quickly to see my craning and straining neck and a small laughing smirk flashed across her face. My eyes followed her to my right leg where she again squatted down which hiked up her skirt, displaying her incredibly toned smooth legs. My right leg secured she stood up and walked around in front of me, her skirt still riding high up her thighs. I could not divert my eyes from her as she showed her legs again, securing my left ankle to the bench. Progressing behind me to secure the ropes to my balls, I looked backwards first right then left trying to view her continually.

“Eyes forward,” she commanded. Staring at the empty black wall I still visualized the cut of her dress and panties. She secured the ropes tied to my balls extending them long, but not to uncomfortably. Wincing I felt light cord wrapping tightly around the base of my cock. She tied it tight, trapping its hardness. With what felt like a metal dog choke chain she yanked down cruelly on the head of my cock, securing it also to the bottom of the bench. Stepping back from the bench and putting her hands on her hips, she grinned in appreciation.

“Fuck thigh master. Now that is a piece of exercise equipment.” She laughed. “Hmmmm, Butt Master Two Thousand? Sweaty Fuck Pounder? Fuck your way to a stronger leaner you. Just three easy payments of two dollars and ninety five cents. Tie one up now while quantities last!” She laughed and then looked down at her black skin tight latex dress. “Oh these just will not do, won't do at all. Not very good work out clothes I am afraid.” I had turned my head to the side, staring at her black suited beauty. “Eyes forward, and don't you dare take your eyes off that wall,” she commanded and I snapped my head around to look directly at the wall again. “Fucking pervert.”

She marched behind me and I heard a loud zipper and the rustle of clothing. I gazed directly forward as her black latex dress flew over my head landing on the floor in front of me. Her boots followed, falling with a clatter. Eyes transfixed, spit dripping from my gag, body bright red, I filled with a burning fire. Fluttering down before me came a pair of black latex thong panties. I caught them with my eyes and followed them to the floor. Shaking my head I pulled unconsciously at my bonds, feeling a buzz fill my head. Her soft skin came brushing up the side of my body. Close naked presence, pressing into my flank. She stood there a moment, brushing her soft fingers up and down my back. I bit and chewed at my gag, my breathing snorting heavy out my nose. My eyes stared and lost focus as I imaged her standing in all her glory at my side. A wet finger unexpectedly rubbed itself under my nose in one smooth stroke. Her touch disappeared and then an odor penetrated my mind. Thick feminine scent full of sweet musky tones and pheromones drew into my soul. My mind cleared and found singular focus, then my body rutted and struggled with its bonds; an animal on fire. Shifting my body back and forth, pulling at the ropes holding my cock and balls, I groaned into my gag. A wet finger wiped along my upper lip again. The refreshed scents flooded my nostrils sending me floating above myself.

“Now, time for my workout.” She stepped out in front of me in bare feet. Her bare legs ran up to a pair of tight white short-shorts. They clung to every curve and recess of her posterior. I gawked at her new appearance. She wore a light pink sports bra which had thin strong straps in the back. Operating a small remote she pressed a few buttons. She then bent over at the waist to put the remote down while arching her back abdsticking out her sex. I lunged instinctively at my bonds, hurting my balls as they were stretched back by their ties.

Out of the small stereo next to where she placed the remote came a quickly familiar song. “ Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, ” rang the famous Olivia Newton John hit. My Mistress began stretching with her back to me; hands above her head, reaching out to each side, hands on her hips, swiveling back and forth, then bending over, pushing out her ass not more than a few feet in front of me. I screamed. I tried to get off the bench, my bonds pulling me back and holding me firm. I bucked and convulsed. All civilized politeness was gone, all restraint, all conscious thought. There was only one thing in this world I wanted to do and being free would have pursued it without stopping for anything. I had lost control to my lust. “ Let's get animal, animal, ” teased the lyrics as she continued to stretch out in preparation for her workout; totally ignoring my grunts, screams and frantic fighting with my restraints. She turned around, looking off to the side, displaying her glowing skin. Her busting cleavage flowed out over the top of her light pink sports bra. The tight short-shorts clung to her sex, almost outlining it against the fabric. She took a slow leaning stretch forwards allowing me to view down into her exposed cleavage. My neck muscles shuddered. I shook my head hard back and forth which flopped my hair wildly. Frantic at my bonds, I humped the bench, attempting to fuck with it. She plunged down into a squat; her legs spread, and up again. A thick long glob of saliva fell from my ball gag onto the floor.

“Ok. I think I am hot enough.” She mused to herself. Standing up she walked to a table to my right. When she turned around she held a large thick flesh colored dildo attached to a black leather harness. She drew closer to me and then stepped into it, pulling it up to her waist and worked on a clasp at her hip. The dildo sprung out from her sex, at least nine inches of it, and thick enough that I knew I could have barely gotten my fingers around it. She finished securing the massive phallus and then bounced up and down on her toes, making it flop along with her. I focused on her new appendage and had managed to regain control of myself in that I was now lying still, breathing hard, staring at the strap-on which she now wore. Stepping right in front of my face, she pulled my head up by the hair and used her other hand to start rubbing the dildo around on my face. It quickly became wet with the saliva dripping from my ball gag. “You want to fuck? Slut? Huh? You want to fuck?” The music changed in the background as she used her strap-on to cover my face with my spit. “Of course you want to fuck. Whores like you are always ready to fuck. Let's try you out, see if you're any good.”

I grunted through my gag in acceptance. Her fingers worked the strap of the ball gag while her strap-on rested on my left cheek and forehead. She released the strap and held the ends. Pulling outwards, the ball gag ejected from my mouth with a wet pop and she immediately pushed her cock into my mouth right to the back of my teeth. My jaw relaxed a bit as it was allowed to close just a little bit more. She secured the ball gag around my neck like a necklace and then took two firm grasps of my hair on either side of my head.

“Your tongue isn't working slut. Fuck! Fuck, you fucking whore. Don't you know how to suck cock properly?” She pushed her hips back and forth, stroking her strap-on out to my lips then to the back of my mouth. “Swirl your tongue slut, swirl it around the head. Come on. And suck. I want to see your cheeks sucked in. Suck!” I did my best to twiddle my tongue around but found it very difficult with the head moving back and forth. I sucked on it, sucked in and then lost it when the head popped out through my lips; then I fought to regain suction when it re-entered. “That's it. More tongue. Suck it. Suck it like the stupid cunt you are. Suck it bitch.” She increased the speed of her strokes pushing it slightly deeper each time as her thrusts became more forceful. I fought with every stroke, doing my best to use my tongue before it pushed past it, trying to maintain suction on it. “That's it. That's it. Oh yea. Good boy. Good boy.” She began to piston it in and out of my mouth. I stopped using my tongue and just concentrated on trying to keep suction on it. She firmed her grip on my hair and slowed herself on the next stroke, pushing farther and farther forward. It started to push into my throat and I gagged lightly. She stopped for a moment, and then pushed again, pushing it even farther. I gagged hard over and over on her strap-on and she kept holding it deep. Swiftly she pulled back, releasing my throat, and stood there with her cock in front of my mouth. “Oh, the poor slut. You gagged on the big cock? Hmmmm?” She asked me in a high mocking voice. “The big bad cock bad to you huh? Poor poor slut.” She had released my hair and was now holding the base of the dildo. “Look you barely made it over half way.” She pointed to the where the wetness on the dildo ended. A long string of spit hung from the head of the strap-on. She let go of the dildo and yanked up my head by the hair. Bending over she peered straight into my eyes. “Not good enough slut,” she stated in a cold icy tone. A hard slap came across my face. “Not good enough at all slut.” Another slap smacked into my left cheek.

“Sorry Mistress,” fell from my mouth in a hoarse whisper.

“We're not done here till you take the whole thing. The whole thing! You understand slut?”

“Yes Mistress.” I pulled slightly at the cuffs around my wrist. I didn't think I could take the whole thing.

She let go the top of my head and pushed her cock back into my mouth roughly. “The whole thing. And, I won't stop until you've made my cock cum two times. Two times.” She then immediately pushed it deep into my mouth till it touched the top of my throat; she then pulled it out to my front teeth then back in quickly. I struggled to handle the dildo as it touched my throat and it wasn't until after three strokes that I remembered to start sucking hard on it. My mind raced about what she meant about making her cock cum. She wasn't using any kind of ejaculating dildo or anything. My focus soon was brought back to her dildo pushing deeper into me. “Relax. Relax your throat. Like your swallowing. Relax.” She gripped each side of my head again by the hair and slowly pushed her cock deeper and deeper.

I focused everything on relaxing my throat, swallowing. But it didn't work and soon I was gagging hard over and over, choking and coughing. She pulled back and I took a deep breath in between a loud wet hacking cough. The strap-on immediately rammed back into my mouth and started pushing into my throat again. I had somewhat regained my breath and focused again on swallowing her cock. It pushed again slowly, deeper and deeper. I felt a twinge of a gag building but her forward progress stopped and I was able to control it. She pushed forward again slowly, my throat stretching to a size it had never been before. Gripping my hair till it hurt she made a strong steady hard push and slipped her cock all the way to the base, hitting my nose with the soft leather of the harness. My throat and stomach said no and reacted violently, gagging to the point of heaving. She quickly pulled her dildo back to my lips and a flood of thick saliva with traces of stomach fluid rushed out of my mouth and splashed onto the floor.

“Oh yes! Yes!” She yelled looking up at the ceiling. “Oh yes. So good slut. You made my cock cum so good.”

I continued to cough and spit and draw deep breaths. Streaks of tears lead from my eyes and two long thick drools hung from my mouth and out of my nose. The light taste of vomit mixed with thick spit covered the inside of my mouth. I breathed deep again, trying to recuperate. The dildo plunged back into my mouth and immediately started pushing into my throat. I found it far easier to take and it slipped in without difficulty. She began pumping in and out quickly, pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke.

“Oh yea! Yea! You skull fucked bitch! How do you like that?” She increased her pace, fucking my throat faster and faster. My main focus became gasping for breath each time she drew back far enough so I could steal a bit of air. My throat stretched and yielded easily. Speeding into a true fucking pace the black leather of the harness started banging into my nose, my lips hitting the base of her strap on. Wet loud sloppy strokes, thick hanging saliva, tear stains dripping, she continued to fuck hard. She shortened her strokes into rapid pumps at the full depth of her cock. I felt a loss for air and a strong tickle in my throat where the head reached. Both these feelings grew as she continued to pummel me. “Take it bitch! Take it!” My whole body shook and spasmed. She pulled out quickly and stepped back as mouthfuls of stomach fluid and spit gushed from my mouth onto the floor. “Oh yes! Oh yes!” She repeated as if in the throws of an orgasm. My gagging and heaving quickly stopped and I rested limp on the bench taking long shuddering breaths. Music was playing. I had not heard it before, but music was playing, a rapid electronic dance rhythm. The beat surely matched the rhythm of the strokes she had just used on me. I looked up and she was grinning down at me. “That was a good warm up. You liked that didn't you slut?”

I hesitated a moment, “Yes Mi.”

She yanked my head up by the hair and came close to my face. “You liked it didn't you slut!”

“Yes Mistress!”

“You're a pathetic little skull fucked bitch aren't you!”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Say it! Say you're a pathetic little skull fucked bitch!”

“I'm a pathetic little skull fucked bitch Mistress!” I conceded desperately.

“Open your mouth.” She spat two times into my mouth and then strapped the red ball gag back in. “You know what happens to stupid little cock sucking whores like you don't you? Don't you? Of course you do.” She finished securing the ball gag. “They get ass raped, hard .” She marched quickly behind me. There was a moments silence and then the sound of a towel being thrown onto a table. Her left hand came smacking down hard on each of my welted ass cheeks then roughly grabbed the left one, pulling it aside. I felt a cool drizzle of a dense liquid pouring into my crack; lubricant pooling at the hole. I looked down at my back feet and saw her own feet positioning beside mine, her thigh brushing me lightly. A slow steady pressure grew against the center of my asshole. It stopped and held, waiting a fraction away from penetration. “Beg for it.” She ordered in a quiet firm voice.

I attempted to say “Please Mistress” through my gag but all that could be heard was a soft hum.

“Beg for it. Beg for it slut. Beg for it,” she repeated softly. I continued to try to beg but all that could be heard is more humming behind my gag. “Beg for it! Beg for it whore! Beg for it!” she yelled in an increasingly loud and angry voice. I pleaded desperately behind my gag, shaking my head, almost pushing backwards onto it. “Beg! Beg! Beg for it whore! Beg to get your ass raped!” She screamed.

I yelled and cried into my gag, shaking my head, overcome with lust. Trying to beg and form speech through the suffocating gag. Every muscle in my body tensed; then in one hard steady stroke she pushed the entire strap-on inside, right to the base.

“Ass whore,” she smirked. My sphincter had no time to react. It was spread wide and instantly tried to reject, but against the hard plastic and her muscular push it was helpless. I yelled in vain through my ball gag as my ass screamed in pain. Again and again the muscles attempted to reject the intruder but failed. She held it in firm, riding me like a rodeo star as my body bucked and shook. Slowly the anal spasms lessened as perspiration began beading on my forehead. Withdrawing slowly she then pushed back in again and held it running her hands up and down my sides. I grunted deeply into my gag, pulling hot air in and out of my nostrils. The song changed into a slow romantic melody. She hummed to it for a moment, and then started using slow gradual strokes, following it on the half beat. I too started to listen to the music as she worked into a rhythm. Pushing deep to the base, withdrawing almost all the way, and then she would shove it right back in. She moaned and hummed to the song, stroking my sides and sometimes my welt covered backside. By the end of the song my sphincter has stopped attempting its rejections and we had both fallen into the rhythm of the music, the delightful violation of my depths. “That's a good boy.” She whispered seductively as the music changed.

It was a hard dance number, I could tell, I was in for it. It started slowly, but as the beat grew in pace, so did her thrusts. I listened to her breathing hard now, she was getting her workout. She reached forward and grabbed the chain leash, yanking my head up as she got a hold of it. Her fucking grew faster, stabbing hard and down as her thighs pumped and sweated. Hot warmth filled by body. I moaned with pleasure on each stroke and felt a deep tingling sensation build inside my bowels. She changed position by leaning forward and putting her hands on my shoulders, attacking now from above, attacking in hard swift strokes into my ass. The song changed and she continued her pace, her breathing growing heavy. I arched my back and stuck my rear up into the air as much as possible to accommodate the new angle. She switched again, this time putting her left foot up on the bench under me, fucking slightly from the left. She jerked my leash and increased her pace.

My body was on fire with lust. I instinctively tried to hump the bench but my cock restraints held firm, keeping it in line. My mind, my body fell into her rhythm. Over and over she buried her strap-on into me in endless persistence. A new song started, one with a fast hard electronic rhythm. This threw her into a frenzy. She planted both legs firmly on the ground and started pummeling my ass in hard rapid strokes. One hand held my hip and slapped my red hot ass every few strokes while her other hand pulled steadily on my chain leash. The hard pounding continued, loud slapping sounds of her hips striking my butt cheeks echoed through the room. The tickling turned to a dull pain, growing deep inside me. She was fucking my ass sore. Still she worked relentlessly, giving no mercy. Her breathing rapid now, she shook her head sending drops of sweat spraying over my back. I felt I couldn't take any more, that the current stroke would keep me from walking afterwards. I moaned and started to cry into my gag; tears now streaming down my cheeks. Her silence and hard work continued until she reached the end of a new song and suddenly pulled out, stepping back, panting deeply for breath. I cried out from a sharp sudden pain as my hole was allowed to constrict. Then a deep numbing sensation made me go limp, and I flopped out exhausted on the bench.

She moved away out of my sight, catching her breath for a moment, wiping some sweat from her forehead. Walking slowly out in front of me, her body was a glow. Her skin absolutely shone and the top of her shorts from behind were wet with sweat. She continued towards the stereo, her back to me, pressing a button on it. She slowly backed her ways toward me till her damp sweaty shorts were right in front of my face.

The music started and she spun around. She held a massive dildo in her right hand, holding it like a microphone to her mouth. “ You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips. ” She sang into the head of the ten inch dildo, the head as thick as my wrist. “ And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips .” Singing with the music, she pointed at my face and smiled wildly. “ You're trying hard not to show it. But Baby! Baby I know it! ” Singing now at full volume; she raced to my right side and sat with her full weight right in the middle of my back, landing hard. “ You've lost that lovin feeling! ” she belted, now straddling my back, she pushed the head of the dildo against my sore asshole. “ Ohhhh, that lovin feeling! ” She pushed the head of the dildo in hard. “ You've lost that lovin feeling! ” The now loud music and her very loud singing drowned out my screaming into my gag as pain shot all through my body. My body tried to buck but her full weight pinned me solidly. “ Now it's gone gone gone whoaohoh. ”

Screaming and crying I kicked my legs and flailed my arms as much as the leather cuffs would allow. My ass was a throbbing hot coal burning in pain. She continued her laughing and singing with the music as she worked the dildo in hard to a depth that felt like beyond to far.

“ You've lost that loving feeling! ” I looked up as two women were at the open door joining my Mistress in the chorus. “ Ohhh that lovin feeling! ” they sang together. They were two other Dommes each with long black hair and leather outfits. I blinked back my tear filled eyes to see their wildly grinning faces. They sang, grinned, and stared at my helpless position. “ You've lost that lovin' feeling! ” They arched their heads up trying to out sing one another. My ass was burning as hot as my face. “ Now it's gone gone gone whoaohoh. ” They all laughed.

“You got Tom Cruise there?” One of them yelled out over the music.

“Close enough!” My Mistress yelled as she continued to work the massive dildo. They laughed and smiled wickedly, turning their eyes to mine, holding my eye contact, and then retreated out the door. She continued to work the dildo. The final stanza began, “ Oh Baby, yea baby .” She stopped singing at this and started to violently attack with her rubber spear. The final verses were deaf to my ears as she focused her entire attention to ramming as much of the dildo in as she could in as rough a manner as possible. My ass burned with sharp bolts of pain as I screeched out through my gag. The pain and the violation came to a climax as the music stopped and she pulled the dildo out with an audible pop. Slumping on the bench, lifeless, my body's energy evaporated with the exit of her cock. She breathed hard and fast as she slowly and carefully slid off my back. She crouched down in front of my eyes. Her face was flushed and sparkling with joy. She held up her dildo and pointed to the wet mark right at the base.

“You took the whole thing. I am so proud of you. So proud.” She beamed such a happy satisfied smile I felt a new burning warmth fill me, a satisfaction, that started to fill my lifeless body with energy again. She rubbed my hair affectionately and stood up. Returning the dildo to a table behind her she came back and quickly took off my wrist and ankle shackles. I was free, but still I lay on the bench lifeless. Movement and the rustle of clothing emanated from behind me. I continued to lie peacefully, staring ahead at the wall. Her fingers joined my cock where it was tied and soon had it free of its restraints. New blood flowed quickly into my cock, flooding out endorphins which seemed to go straight to my head, creating a slight head rush. The soft touch of her fingers continued to be busy and soon I felt a sharp needling pain in my balls, it grew suddenly till I was pinching my eyes shut. My balls were untied, the blood returning. She clicked her way in front of me, and removed my ball gag. The ball gag was soaked with dripping saliva. I peered out the corner of my eye and she had put her black latex dress and black patent leather boots back on. She quickly retreated behind me and I then noticed her black latex panties still were laying on the floor.

“You are free now. You are untied.” Her voice seemed breathless, not from exertion, but from blind excitement. “But I want you to stay on that bench till I tell you to get up. I order you not to move from that bench until I say so. Is that clear?”

I started to say yes but choked and coughed and cleared my throat. “Yes Mistress.”

“Is that very clear?”

“Yes.” I coughed again, clearing the flem from my throat. “Yes it is very clear Mistress.”

My fingers dug deep into the leather top of the bench as I almost leaped into the air as a brutal stinging strike from a heavy cane crashed down onto my ass. On the second stroke I had finally found my voice and yelled out at the top of my lungs as the burning pain shot all through my body. The third stroke came down and I was almost ready to run. I wanted to run away and hide, flee or die is what my instincts screamed, flee or die. The fourth strike hit and my screeches reached a guttural desperate pitch, the leather stretching under my chin as my fingers dug in, close to tearing it. The fifth stroke snapped and my shaking body was broken down into deep crying sobs.

“Please Mistress! Please! It's too much! Please!” I cried. Really crying, fighting with my mind not to leap ten feet into the air and run for the door. “Please stop Mistress!.” The sixth stroke pummeled down onto my ass, seemingly harder than the last. My next scream was caught in my throat as the seventh stroke fell down right after it. “Oh god! Oh god! Please Mistress Please! I can't! I can't!” The eighth stroke hit, cutting off my pleading and sending by body into another convulsion. My eyes focused on a small red button on the stereo that sat away against the wall. Strange, foreign, horrifying screams still filled the room and I wanted to put my hands to my ears to stop them. The begging had stopped as the blows kept falling over and over, but the screaming continued. My eyes stared, my mind grew blank, and my body soon felt like it was growing weightless. I felt that if I wasn't hanging on with my hands and thighs, that I would soon float up to the ceiling, and if a window was open, float away into the bright blue sky; a beautiful blue sky with a light warm breeze. Each cane blow seemed to fill me with further lightness, further ecstasy. My body floated, my mind floated, my ass bled. The screaming then stopped, and then the cane had stopped, and my Mistress was slapping me in the face.

“Wake up. Wake up. Get out of it. Are you there?” I turned to her and saw an angel. Her face glowed with a golden unearthly hue and her great amber eyes had such a deep satisfaction that if you could bottle them, the world's problems would be solved. “You there slave?” Questioned her sweet gentle heavenly voice.

“Yes Mistress.” I instinctively intoned, fixated on the sight before me.

“Get up.” She said gently. “Get up now.” I rose slowly, desperately keeping my eyes on her face, a heavenly image transfixing my gaze. “Down on your knees. Yes that's it. Come here, come close. Right next to my boot. Yes. Your owner is pleased. You may use my right boot. If you touch my skin. You're dead. Now get to it. You don't have all day.”

I was clinging to her right boot, my body pressed against the soft shiny patent leather. I looked up at her with wide starring eyes, unable to say anything. Instinctively I started humping her boot, my rock hard cock rubbing up and down the leather. She stood tall, hands on her hips, back ramrod straight, and looking off to her right. Staring off into the distance, she seemed to survey her vast land holdings from a mountain top. As my humping increased in pace, so did the ethereal light emanating from her skin and the ends of her golden hair. Faster and faster I pumped.

The light, the godly light increased to a blinding intensity which then pulsated, flashed, ejaculated over and over in agonizing blinding endless rhapsody. I fell back onto the floor loosing touch with this world. This world turned a deep black, but a peaceful black like I had never known.

A nudge at my hip woke me from my blissful slumber. It was a boot, black, hard and shiny. A voice spoke to me from above.

“Get up. You have clean up work to do.”

The End