When the knock came on the door, Lacey smiled to herself, because she knew who it was. She rose from her livingroom seat and looked through the keyhole just to make sure. Lo and behold it was him, the man who had dominated her last week in his dungeon. Tim had told her that he would allow her a chance to get even.

Coolly, she opened the door with a haughty grin. “Welcome Master Tim.”

They were each dressed in black leather, top and bottom and they each wore leather boots.

“Mistress Lacey,” he nodded while looking smokily back at the slender dark haired lady who stood about two inches shorter than he.

“It great to see you again,” she said as she admitted the dark haired man of thirty into her brightly colored condominium.

“I like this part of town. Have you lived here long?”

“Two years and it's so convenient to everything. I love it here. Would you like a drink?”

“Got any bottled water?”

“Sure, have a seat and I'll get it.”

He watched her leather covered tush amble toward the kitchen as he accepted her invitation. In a minute she'd returned, handed him the bottle and sat across from him. “You've come so I can collect on that debt you owe, so to speak, right?”

His face reddened as his leather pants crinkled while crossing his legs. “You could put it that way. After all, a deal is a deal and I'm an honest man.”

Looking at him with a leering grin she replied. “I'm so glad to hear that. I must admit though, I was surprised when you phoned me last evening and said you'd be over today. And since it's Saturday afternoon we can take our time, no rush.”

“And you're in charge.”

“You ready to start?”

“Let me down this water first.”

“Do you need to use the bathroom?”

“No I don't.”

Tim quickly upended the bottle of water and swigged down the contents, then stood up to indicate he was ready. “How do you want me?” He spoke in a tone that implied that he could take anything she could dish out.

Rising from her seat, she led him into another room. There she kept a small dungeon, with toys on the wall, and various devices around the room. The floor was not covered but had a shiny coat of wax. She told the tall normally dominant man to stand underneath a chain hanging from the ceiling. “Remove your shirt!” She commanded tersely.

Without saying a word the handsome, virile looking man obeyed her at once. She smiled, looking at his muscular manly body and efficiently placed a set of leather cuffs around each wrist. After connecting the cuffs with a clip, she then raised them over his head and hooked him up, immobilizing his powerful arms. Lacey then leered at him as she ran her hands all over his well sculpted chest.

“You did such a great job on me last week Tim, a really professional session. I hope I can collect on the rebate.”

“This is your chance Mistress. I haven't forgotten how to be submissive, you know.”

“Great pecs!...That's right, you said when you first got into the scene you were strictly a sub.”

“Quite true Mistress Lacey,” he said with a nod.

“Well you're a great Dom...there are few men I'd submit to Master Tim,” she as a matter of fact. Then she changed her tone. “But now, slave!...Let's see what kind of sub you are!”

“Yes Mistress,” he retorted.

“Now you're slave timmy, with a small ‘t' she said with a sneer.”

His face reddened. “Yes Mistress.”

She continued to tease him with her finger tips all over the front of his body. Then she ran her hand down the front of his tented leather pants. “My, my...you certainly have a big plaything in there, slave timmy.”

He remained silent, knowing not to speak unless asked a question. She gathered the material of his leather pants and rapped it around the outline of his covered manhood. “Look at that thing,” she spatted.

“But who the fuck gave you permission to get a hard-on slave!?”

“No one Mistress, I'm sorry.”

Then slapping it hard, she snarled. “Lose that fucking hard-on now!” He cringed and bellowed, but for his trouble she slapped it again. “Right fucking now!”

When he bellowed loudly once again, she looked at him. She then quickly left the room and returned holding a pair of her panties. “We can't have you disturbing the neighbors,” she admonished while she balled up the panties and stuffed them in his mouth.

She then ran one her hands near one if his nipples and gave it a pinch. When he didn't show much reaction she pinched it harder. The panties did their job. His muffled yelp satisfied her. Then she took out a pair of nipple clamps. “I do believe you used these on me last week timmy. Well you know it's tit for tat,” she said while chuckling at her pun. The big man cringed when the first one went on. “What's the matter slave, you can dish it out but can't take it!?” Attaching the mate, Mistress Lacey stepped back. “Oh don't you look scrumptious with you're nipples clamped?” He squirmed from the continuous discomfort. “Sensitive nipples, huh timmy?” She needled as she belittled the big man. “It needs something else though.” Her eyes brightened. “I know.” She went across the room and grabbed a set of weights from a ledge. “This will do the trick. “Let's see, one pound, two pound or five pound. You're a big strong man, five pound.” It was good thing he was gagged. His loud blare was once again muffled by the panties when she hung the weight on the chain between his nipples.

Breathing in sharply in an effort to ease the biting discomfort the man watched her circle his suspended form and felt her hands run down his leather covered backside. “I like a man with a tight ass,” she proclaimed as she teased and kneaded his butt cheeks through the sleek material.

Then running a hand between his legs from the rear, she once again detected a sizable bulge. “But you're going to have to be taught a lesson about getting a hard-on without permission, slaveboy!”

She immediately walked around front again and slapped the protrusion hard. He groaned into the panties again, but she slapped him again and he impulsively closed his legs. “Spread those legs slaveboy!” Reluctantly he obeyed.

Then she reached for the button holding up his leather pants. “Time for the supreme unveiling timmy. Of course I know what your cock looks like don't I? I had my mouth around it last week.” She said as she unzipped him. The material parted and fell to his waist revealing his black briefs. Then with both hands she tugged the smooth leather down until they dropped to his ankles, where she pulled them off his legs.

After theatrically dropping his pants on the floor a lascivious grin swept across her face as she ogled the very virile form of this normally dominant man clad in just his undies, suspended by his wrists in her dungeon. “Oohlala,” she mouthed sensuously as she once again couldn't resist the urge to roam her hands all over the front of his magnificent male body.

From his prospective, despite the nipple clamps he sighed pleasurably from the tantalizing attention.

Then boldly she snapped the front waistband. “I love your undies slaveboy,” she cooed and ran her hands to his rear to squeeze his nether globes. “I love the way they stretch across your ass, mmmm.” Then she slapped his derriere through the soft material as she laughed haughtily.

Then she moved her hands around front where she greedily grabbed for his maleness. “But this is the best part slave,” she mouthed as she squeezed it through his briefs. “You're such a naughty little boy though. I might have to punish you.” He winced as she squeezed harder. “And these balls,” she said further. “We can have such fun playing them,” she added with a slight squeeze, which made him groan even louder.

She released her grip and stepped back admiring the picture before her. “You look so good slave, but I want you naked.” She then stepped forward and grabbed the sides of his briefs and yanked downward. In a moment they laid in a pool around his ankles, where she ordered him to kick them off.. Her eyes gazed upon his bobbing manhood with the hanging testicles. Just then she laughed out loud. “Big brother and the holding company! Janice Joplin had it right!”

Her hands were like magnets as they adhered to his manly package, running up and down the shaft, fondling his balls and lingering around the head, drawing pleasurable gasps from his lips.

“You are one magnificent example of the male species,” she chortled.

Her tone changed once again. “But you slave must be punished!” Her right hand closed around his ball sac. He moaned loudly into his panty gag as she slowly increased the pressure. “You will learn slaveboy, that you don't do a fucking thing without my permission, that includes getting a hard-on!” He writhed in his bonds as his nuts were being further abused. “Got ya by the balls, huh big man!” She taunted. Sweating profusely he was totally at her mercy and she enjoyed it immensely. Finally she released his abused jewels and stepped back.

The power she wielded at this very moment spurred her on. She then strutted across the room letting her leather crinkle. She took down a four foot black flogger. Returning to his suspended form she stood in back of him. “You did such a professional job whipping me last week that I think I should return the favor,” she sneered as she circled him. Stopping behind him she then drew back her arm and whooshed the thirteen tails forcefully across his vulnerable, waiting back. He threw his head back and gasped from the bee like stinging. She repeated the swipe an inch lower, same reaction. Her expertise with the whip showed as she allowed only the tips of the strands to touch his skin. Over and over his entire back and buttocks received the continuous, unyielding attention. When every inch of his back, buttocks and thighs were covered with red stripes, she ceased.

Then she walked around front. She was far from through with him. Coolly, she walked over to her toys and took down a canvas bag and brought it over. She laid in on a small table and emptied the contents. Wooden clothespins tumbled out of the bag. Her eyes lit up when she spied them. “Now we can have some real fun,” she said with an impish laugh. She picked one up and showed it to her freshly whipped sub. She then squeezed it open and pointed it toward his groin. She attached it to his ball sac. “I told you we could play with these balls,” she said with a leer as his muted groan filled his gag. “You like playing ball, don't you timmy?” He groaned more as she attached another one. “Isn't this fun?” She mocked. Three more clothespins added to his discomfort. “My, my slave, don't you look stupendous!” She needled as she admired her handiwork.

Then she picked the flogger back up. “We're only halfway done with your whipping, slaveboy!”

In great agony his eyes widened when once again she drew back her arm and brought the lashes forward swiftly. Then she stopped. “I think it's time to remove the clamps.” He yelped and squirmed, knowing full well that it hurt worse to take them off than when they were put on. “Now we can continue slave!” Then she stepped back and slashed him hard right across his chest. He yelped anew into his panty gag. For his effort he received a matching cut an inch lower. Over and over she slashed him. His chest, stomach and thighs experienced the lashes of her unrelenting flogger. She was a superior flagellator who knew her craft well, for not an inch of his body was spared while not breaking the skin once.

She then looked down at his flaccid cock. “Have you learned your lesson slave?” She mocked.

He nodded emphatically, while he spit out the words, “Yes Mistress” into the panty gag.

Carefully she removed the clothespins from his ball sac, then fondled him softly. Tantalizingly she fingered his sensitive orbs, gently ran her fingers up his shaft and palmed the bulbous head. Sure enough, despite the brutal whipping he'd just endured, his little elvis began to rise.

“You have my permission to get a hard-on now slave.” She mouthed invitingly.

In seconds his maleness was indeed standing at full attention. She smiled at him wickedly. “That's my big boy, get it right up there.” Then without warning she stood back, gripped the flogger firmly and brought it hard hard. The tails snapped against his bloated extended manhood. It's a good thing she'd gagged him. That devastating blow left the once proud dominant big man dangling from his wrists as the shooting pain knifed through his being as he bellowed like a stuck pig.

Letting him suffer the leggy brunette then strutted over to her toys and put up the flogger. Then she strolled back and held his head up by his hair. “Think I've collected my rebate slaveboy!?” She snarled.

He nodded and managed a muted, “Yes Mistress.”

“Wrong!”

She then reached up and released his wrists from the chains, which caused the weakened, freshly whipped big man to fall to his knees. Moving quickly she cuffed his hands behind his back shoved him down on his stomach. She then went across the room and called to her new slave. “Crawl over here on your belly slave!”

He looked up from his supine position and saw her. When he didn't move fast enough, she went to her toys and took down a long black whip that only had one thin nasty looking strand. She then resumed her seated position. “I said get your ass over here!” She unleashed the long strand until it cracked across his ass. He howled into his gag and managed to inch his way across the bare floor. Another crack of the whip caused another howl. He tried to move faster. “That's it slaveboy!” He pushed his body as best he could across the shiny wood until he finally reached her.

Then she sneered down at him. “Kiss my toes slaveboy!” She'd whipped him into submission, now she was debasing him. Another slash screamed across his ass impelled him to do her bidding. Obediently he kissed her big toe. “That's it, keep going!” One at a time he kissed all five toes on her right foot. “Now do the other one!” She snickered at the sight of the big bad dominant man groveling at her feet. “That's it slaveboy!”

When he had accomplished the deed, she ordered him to crawl toward the center of the room and turn over on his back. Fearing more whipping, the tall man obeyed laying on his still bound hands. She rose from her seat and stood over him. “Spread those legs slaveboy,” she sneered. She then got a spreaderbar and attached it between his ankles forcing his legs wide.

She looked down at him. She then pushed her foot down on his manly, muscular chest. He took it pretty well. She kept pressing downward forcefully. Then she stood on him with both feet. She walked on his chest and stomach, but he even though his stamina was weakened by that whipping, he endured her booted feet rather well.

Then she stepped back with her right foot, keeping her left foot on his stomach and stepped directly on his cock head. That produced a more animated reaction. “Aha!” She exclaimed, then pushed the sensitive head down harder with the ball of her foot. He squirmed. Then she moved to his shaft, mashing it down hard. He groaned. She then moved her left foot from his stomach and stepped on the head while keeping her right booted foot on his shaft. He groaned louder. Mistress Lacey put her full weight on his mashed cock. “Are we having fun now, timmy!” She needled.

Then she placed the heel of her left boot directly on his cock head. He squirmed frantically as she mashed it to the floor. The big man was in utter agony. She taunted him. “Does your little dicky hurt? Awwww!”

It was indeed a good thing she'd gagged him.

“You're my slave boy now timmy!”

Then she stepped down on his manly jewels, pressing them to the floor under her booted foot. He squirmed. He groaned. Tears formed.

Finally she relented. She stood over his face, looking down at him.

“Who's slaveboy are you timmy?”

His eyes locked onto hers, but he didn't answer. She moved her right foot back, once again pressed down on his balls and repeated the question.

“Yours Mistress!!” He blurted into the gag.

Then she reached down and yanked the gag out. “Say it again, who's slaveboy are you?”

“Yours Mistress,” the once proud dominant man repeated in a voice of resignation.

Lacey smiled lasciviously down at him. “Right answer slave!”

Then she began removing her leather skirt so that her lacy black panties looked down at him. Hooking her fingers in the waistband she slowly lowered the frilly undies. Soon he was looking straight up into her dark haired pussy.

“This will be your first order as my new slaveboy,” she cooed as she slowly lowered her crotch toward his face. Her hairs then tickled his nose as she inevitably made contact with his mouth. “Eat me slaveboy!”

Lacey had indeed collected on her rebate.