Ellen entered the room, quickly appraising its suitability. With a quick little nod of Her head, she turned Her focus on tim. tim stared at the ground, hands folded over his bare genitals, apprehensive, nervous, uncertain, his stomach clenching and unclenching. he wanted to look up at Her, but that had been addressed in the e-mail directing him here, an out-of-the-way cabin deep in the woods, “where no one can hear you scream” was how the e-mail had put it. The e-mail had also said, “you will come to My cabin. you will not look directly at Me. you will obey everything I command. I expect you at 7:30 P.M. you will stay the entire weekend. you will be naked.” he kept his gaze on the wooden flooring below him, afraid and embarrassed. This would be the first time, ever, that his secret desires would be met.

 

Ellen watched him, moving Her eyes hungrily along his nude form, then along the walls of the room. The cabin was not Hers, but one that a Friend had allowed Her to borrow. Her eyes danced merrily at the assortment of toys on the far wall, floggers, straps, paddles (with and without holes, wooden and leather), collars, leashes, handcuffs... She had, of course, brought along Her own equipment. It was packed neatly into a small traveling bag that She called Her “bag o' tricks.” Ellen set down Her bag and leaned casually against the mahogany dining table. Her shiny brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and Her green eyes were shining with anticipation. Abruptly, She uttered Her first command of the night. “Down.”

 

Her green eyes flashed electrically as he immediately dropped to his knees, then pressed his chest to the floor, arms out in front of him, as though She was Mecca. Perhaps, for him, She was. She smiled at his interpretation of the command “Down.” She hoped he would do equally well for Her next command. “Beg.”

 

he spoke, his words quick and jumbled, spoken directly into the wood below his face. She allowed him to beg to the wood for several moments before She laughed cruelly and taunted, “I can't understand you. Is the floor your Mistress this weekend?”

 

Abashed, tim raised his head, but not his eyes. “No, Ma'am,” he whispered, pale skin flushing to a deep red. “May i begin again, please, Ma'am?”

 

She smiled, enjoying the courtesy and respect. “Beg,” She repeated.

 

he licked his lips timidly and spoke, his heart pounding so hard in his ears that he could scarcely hear his own words. “Please, Ma'am, i beg You, let this worthless slut kiss and worship your feet...”

 

“Boring,” She said, taking something out of Her “bag o' tricks.” A fresh flame of shame colored his face. he thought desperately for the right words.

 

“Ma'am, please, let this worthless whore grant you pleasure by kissing and sucking Your lovely toes..”

 

CRACK! Suddenly, out of nowhere, his backside was in flames. She had just brought Her favorite leather strap down across his raised rear end. he had been so busy searching for the right phrasing, he hadn't noticed Her move from in front of him to his left side. “Ohhhhh, owwwwwwww!” he howled, reaching his right hand back to rub at the fire in his butt.

 

“Freeze.” Her voice was cold as ice, and he froze immediately. “I told you that that foot worship crap was boring. Try again.”

 

his arm still extended toward his butt, his weight propped on the other arm, he gasped, trying to regain his wits. “i.. i.. please, Ma'am, al allow this slut to.. to.. worship Your beautiful ass.”

 

CRACK! The strap tore into his flesh again, a neat welt just below the first. he screamed, but somehow kept from reaching further back. his dark brown eyes filled with unexpected tears.

 

“Boring,” She said in a syrupy sweet voice.

 

he was nearly crying, in frustration, humiliation, and pain. he hadn't expected the pain to be like this, so immediate, so hard. What did She expect from him? “Please.. please Ma'am... allow this... allow this worthless wretch to.. to pleasure Your.. Your sacred treasure with his worthless tongue.”

 

CRACK! CRACK! Two this time, in rapid succession, the first across his sitspots, and the second across his thighs. his legs shot out behind him and he fell forward, a wordless, timeless moan escaping from his mouth.

 

“you said worthless twice, pet. I prefer originality. And you have not yet earned the privilege of pleasuring Me in that way.” She squatted primly beside him, lightly trailing Her dark purple fingernails along his welts. “you are a cliché, tim. you wanted reality, you begged for reality, but you are a sham. All you say is a series of trite phrases from those filthy stories you read on-line and jerk off to. you don't think at all for yourself, you just try to follow the so-called plot in one of those nasty porn posts.”

 

he panted at Her touch, he wanted Her to continue touching him, it burned like fire, but She was touching him.. he heard Her words from within a deep tunnel, and knew that She was right. he was trying to say what one of the sluts in a story would say. he blushed again, a deep crimson to rival the welts across his bottom. This was reality, not a story. he raised his head once more and spoke in a quivering voice, really thinking about what She might enjoy, what he could do for Her. “Would.. would You be so kind, Ma'am, as to allow me to rub Your back?” A mischievous twinkle appeared in his deep brown eyes. “my wife says i'm quite good at back rubs.”

 

She ignored his last sentence and snapped a collar around his neck. She attached a leash and led him over to the queen sized bed. Keeping the leash in hand, She lay down on the bed. “Rub.”

 

he rose slowly and began to rub Her shoulders. he rubbed deeply, soothingly, relaxingly. She felt the tension in Her shoulders from the workweek slide away. Gradually he moved down to Her upper back, Her mid-back, Her lower back. he rubbed and massaged tenderly, firmly, adoringly. She felt his adoration as he used his hands to work away every trace of tension and stress. When he had reached the small of Her back and massaged away the tension, he spoke quietly. “Ma'am, may i please continue to massage You?”

 

She lifted Her head and flicked Her strong gaze back toward him. “Continue,” She purred. Basking in the joy of pleasing this wonderful Lady, he resumed the massage, down Her shapely ass, Her beautiful thighs, Her flawless calves. he felt Her relaxing, recognized that he was doing the best thing to prove his love and ardor for Her, and smiled.

 

Feeling as relaxed as She had ever felt in Her life, She abruptly rolled onto Her back as he finished massaging Her ankles. She sat up, then rose from the bed. “Bend.” She was enjoying issuing one word commands, and was pleased with his ability to execute them with no previous training. he bent over the bed at once, exposing his welted ass to Her.

She once more traced Her fingers along the weals left by the strap. “It hurt, didn't it, little one?” She spoke softly, kindly, but also with a trace of mocking to Her voice.

 

he nodded. “Yes, Ma'am. It hurt.”

 

She nodded and patted his bottom with Her hand. “Beg.”

 

For a moment, he was silent, confused. Then, wanting only to please Her, he answered Her command. “Please, my Lady, please spank and beat and torment my ass. Give me pain to aid Your pleasure. Hurt me and take control of me.”

 

She smiled softly, but he did not see it. “Still a trifle cliché, but better.” With those words, She brought Her hand down on his bare bottom, peppering it with hand spanks. he was amazed at the fire Her hand could produce, astounded by the echoing sound of the the smacks. Then, he was no longer analyzing, but gasping, wriggling, trying to move his ass away from the relentless smacks that re-lit the fire of the welts. Howling, crying, begging incoherently, he hopped, jumped, and squirmed. Once or twice, his frantic hopping made Her miss Her target and slap his balls instead. Then he really howled.

 

“Remain,” She said, and crossed the cabin to Her “bag o' tricks.” She removed a slipper from the bag, deciding that initiating his bottom into the world of “real life” spankings did not require a paddle or brush. She returned to him, and saw him rubbing his ass furiously.

 

“What are you doing?” Her voice was sharp, cold, Her bright green eyes darkened with anger. he stopped rubbing immediately and whimpered like a small child.

 

“i couldn't help it,” he whined. “i tried, but i couldn't.”

 

“you will be punished for you impudence. After I finish your spanking.” And with a snap of Her wrist, the rubber sole of the slipper found the center of his bottom. Over and over it found the same spot, 3, 5, 10, 12 times. Then She chose another and repeated the ritual. Soon, his entire bottom and his thighs halfway to his knees were deep red from the slipper. he was weeping, his movements stopped by the second time She had moved the slipper. he sobbed softly, begging for it to be over. When She was done, and not a moment before, She stopped the slippering.

 

“Now you must be punished for your insolence.”

 

“Please... please, please, i can't take any more, honest, i can't, please, Ma'am...”

 

She stepped away from him and returned to Her “bag o' tricks.” She removed several q-tips and set them on the mahogany table. Then She took a tube of Icy-Hot out of the bag. She removed the lid and applied a liberal amount of the greasy stuff to each of the q-tips. She then wrapped a string around the end not spread with Icy-Hot, tying them together, and leaving the string to dangle, tampon-like,  Then She walked back across to tim.

 

This time he had somehow managed not to rub, not wanting to incur any more punishment. “Spread,” She intoned. Numbly, he spread his thighs. “No,” She said. Horrified, he realized, and reached back to spread his ass cheeks. As he held himself open to Her, She inserted the 4 q-tips into his rectum. he gasped at the intrusion, then suddenly yelped as the Icy-Hot began its slow burn. “No... No, please, Ma'am, i won't be naughty again, please, Ma'am, not this, please, spank me again instead, please, i don't like it, i don't, please...”

 

“you aren't meant to like it,” She snapped. “It's a punishment. Naughty little sluts get punished. And if continue to use that childish whine...” She trailed off, leaving him uncertain what would happen, but sure that it would be dreadful. She took his leash and led him across the room to mahogany table.  he was quiet then, squirming futilely at the burning inside him, kneeling next to her as She drank a single goblet of sweet red wine.

 

“I am tired,” She announced then. “It's time for sleep. There will be plenty of time for more fun tomorrow.”

 

“Yes, Ma'am,” he whispered in reply, suddenly realizing how drained he was. he also noticed how utterly turned on he was. his 6 inch dick was pressing itself firmly against his stomach. he blushed deeply.

 

She led him back over to the bed. “you can sleep with those things in you tonight,” She declared. “In the morning, I may choose to remove them. Or, I may not. Who can tell what the future holds?” Then, she tossed a pillow and a single thin blanket to floor. “you may sleep on the floor.”

 

he looked up at Her, adoringly. She looked down at him and caught his gaze. “I told you not to look at Me. That will be a punishment in the morning. And don't even think about touching yourself tonight, timothy.”

 

“No, Ma'am,” he whispered, completely under Her spell. “i won't.”

 

“Good,” She smirked. “Sleep.” And instantly, he was asleep on the floor. She, however, had selected one more item from Her “bag o' tricks,” and didn't fall asleep until She had used the vibe to bring Her to orgasm twice.

 

To Be Continued....

 

 

tim awoke to the sun streaming through the window. For a moment, he was confused, blinking, trying to remember where he was. he shifted slightly, and his memory came back, in full blown Technicolor. his bottom was sore and invaded, his back and neck were stiff from sleeping on the floor. he chanced a quick glance up at Ellen in the bed. She was still sleeping. he wondered what he should do. he spent a few minutes considering the events of the night before. he decided he was nervous about the day to come, but undeniably excited, as well. he had a feeling that Ellen would not care for his erection, and he tried to think of something else. Breakfast! he'd get Her breakfast in bed.

 

Trying to forget that he was naked, with q-tips still inside him from the night before, he stood up, his leash dangling from his collar, and walked to the kitchen nook. The cabin was well-stocked, and he found eggs, bacon, and orange juice in the refrigerator. Poking around for a pan and glasses, he discovered a cupboard that served as a small pantry, and found ingredients for making an omelet. he found a small pan to make the omelet in and a griddle for the bacon. he started the bacon, then began the omelet. he looked around for a tray to serve Her with. he found one at last, but not before making a fair amount of noise dropping a saucepan and lid on the wooden floor. he grimaced, hoping that the noise would not upset Her. he added the canned mushrooms and diced onion he had found to the omelet, then checked the refrigerator again. he found a small amount of cheddar cheese and broke it up into the omelet. he put the bread in the toaster oven, poured the orange juice, folded the omelet and managed to get it onto the plate without a problem. he spread raspberry jelly on the toast and organized the tray as neatly as he knew how. he wished he had a rose in a vase to complete the appearance, but he didn't.

 

Carrying the tray, tim walked back across the cabin to Ellen, who was now sitting up in bed. Keeping his eyes down, he handed Her the tray with a little bow. “Breakfast for You, Ma'am,” he said quietly.

 

Ellen looked at what he had prepared for Her, touched at the simple devotion it showed. “Very good, boy. Very good indeed. And when I have finished My breakfast, I will allow you to lick the crumbs.”

 

he trembled slightly, hearing the steel in Her magnificent voice. “Yes, Ma'am. Thank You, Ma'am.” he knelt beside the bed while She ate. She took Her time in eating, then set Her plate carelessly on the floor, as if She were endulging a spoiled lapdog. “Lick.”

 

he trembled again, bent over the plate, and licked it, ashamed at the ridiculousness of licking a plate like a dog, but also deeply honored to be allowed this familiarity, to lick the leftover bits of what She had eaten. he was ashamed by the feeling of honor, and rapidly on his way to subspace, if he'd ever left it.

 

“Clean,” She ordered. he took the plate and shuffled off, his cock pointing the way. She stood, stretched, and stepped into the tiny bathroom alcove, where She showered and then dressed in black cotton pants which were tucked into Her black boots, and a sexy, comfortable dark purple tee-shirt that molded to Her body as if custom fit. She liked the shirt because it gave Her complete freedom and ease of movement, and She still wanted to show tim that reality did not always follow the plots of on-line “kink” he so enjoyed to read. She left Her hair down, and walked back out of the small alcove. tim was kneeling, the kitchen spotless. tim was squirming madly, and his face was begging, although he had not spoken yet. “Speak,” She said, impatiently.

 

“Please, Ma'am, i.. i have to go to the bathroom..” he squirmed some more, his bladder begging for relief.

 

She smiled wickedly. “Oh, do you? Down.” he was on his knees immediately and She took hold of his leash. She then led him out of the cabin and into the bright morning sun. “Go.”

 

he paled. “i.. You want me to..”

 

She eyed him coldly, and even though he didn't look up at Her, he felt that icy gaze. “you already have one punishment coming this morning, timothy. Are you looking to make it two?”

 

he swallowed hard. he'd forgotten that She was going to punish him this morning! Still on his hands and knees, he crept away from the cabin to the limit of his leash. Knowing he looked ridiculous, he raised his left leg like a dog and pissed in the grass. Licking a plate, peeing outside, collar and leash... he blushed furiously and finished. “Done, Ma'am,” he whispered.

 

She led him back inside. “Beg.”

 

Once more he was puzzled. Beg for what? The last thing She had said had been... he took a deep breath. “Mistress, please, punish this naughty... um.. this naughty little boy for disobeying You last night. i deserve to be punished severely, Ma'am.” he again suppressed the urge to look up at Her for approval, and kept his gaze riveted to the floor.

 

“This boy. This slut... I don't like that shit, timothy. Say 'me.' Otherwise, you can distance yourself from what is happening to you. It's not happening to someone else, some nameless bitch. It's happening to you. you are begging for Me to punish you. you are the naughty boy. Do you understand Me?” Her voice was soft, teaching, directing, not scolding. There was still enough bite in Her voice to make him cringe, but he knew that She was educating him, not disappointed in him.

 

“Yes, Ma'am. May i begin again?” he asked quietly.

 

“Yes,” She replied, watching him closely, impressed with how swiftly he seemed to learn.

 

“Mistress Ellen, i beg you to punish me like a naughty little boy. i was disobedient and disrespectful to You, Ma'am, and i deserve to be punished. i didn't obey You, Ma'am, and there is no excuse for it. i.. i am sorry, Ma'am. Please punish me, hurt me, show me my place, Ma'am, teach Me so i don't make You unhappy again.” his voice, for the first time when ordered to beg, took on the tone of legitimate feeling. he did want Her to punish him. he didn't want to ever disappoint Her. She was his world.

 

“Punish you like a little boy, hmm? Oh, I will...” Her voice was now sharp, with laughter dancing around the edges. Cruel, sadistic laughter. he felt his bottom clench and once more was reminded of the q-tips. Suddenly, as if reading his mind, She took hold of the string and the q-tips were pulled abruptly from him. he gasped in pain, then relief. “Little boys don't have these things up inside them,” She explained sweetly. Then, She went over to Her “bag o' tricks.” “Lay down on the bed on your back, little timmy.”

 

tim swallowed hard, not liking the sound of 'little timmy' and crawled over to the bed, then rose and lay down on it, flat on his back. he watched as She walked back across to him, Her “bag o' tricks” in hand. When she reached him, She reached into the bag and took out something and showed it to him.

 

“Nooooooooo!” he howled. “No, no, no, no, no. i don't want to. i don't want that. i don't. Please, Ellen, not that.”

“Oh, you don't? But you wanted to be punished like a little boy. In fact, you begged for this. ...A punishment is not pleasant, little timmy. And you forgot your manners at a most unfortunate time.” She lifted his legs up and slid the adult sized diaper under his tushy. She powdered his tushy and little wee-wee, then folded the diaper up between his legs and fastened it.

 

he reached down to unfasten it, crying, speaking quickly and barely coherently. “Please, please, i won't, i don't, not this, not this, not a fucking diaper, El, no, no, You know, i told You, that's not my scene, no, i don't go for this, El, no.”

 

She slapped his hands away, then swiftly She was straddling him, pinning his arms above his head. “Look at Me,” She hissed. he complied, eyes wide. “timothy, this isn't a game. A punishment isn't meant to get you all hot and bothered. A punishment is meant to be painful, or humiliating, and in a way that doesn't get a little subbie like you all excited. This is how I choose to punish you, and you just have to take it. This isn't cuddles and kisses and a little spank-and-tickle with the wife at home. This is real, and you don't enjoy a punishment. Is that perfectly clear?”

 

he tried to answer, but he couldn't find his voice. he was deeply humiliated, and it was not turning him on. he felt... punished, and he didn't like the feeling. Then, with Her face still hovering over his, Her eyes still gazing straight into his, he remembered his begging for punishment, how he'd felt about disappointing Her, and something inside him twisted or bent or snapped, and he realized that this was what he had been begging for, punishment to make up for his grievous sins. he found his voice again, and spoke humbly. “Yes, Ma'am. Perfectly clear.”

 

She saw the change in his eyes, and knew that in that simple moment She had broken him. At least about this. She knew that he would need many little breaks to set himself free from what he thought he wanted. The plots from the stories he read were implanted into him, a template of how this was “done.” And so many of those stories were completely impossible. An impossible fantasy could be a lot of fun, alone. But with another person, there had to be reality.

 

She unclipped the leash and removed the collar from little timmy's neck. She handed him a pacifier and a teddy bear, and pointed to a hard wooden stool in the corner. “Go, sit, and think, little boy.” Without a word, he took the pacifier and popped it into his mouth, and clutching the teddy bear, he toddled over to the stool and sat, facing the corner. She ignored him for quite some time, getting things prepared for the rest of the day. After an hour, She walked over to the corner and knelt beside him. “What have you learned, little timmy?”

 

he removed the pacifier from his mouth to answer. “i learned that i must obey You, and that You decide my punishments, and they aren't meant to be fun, Mistress.”

 

She smiled a slow, cruel smile. “Now, little timmy, is that how a little boy addresses the woman who is punishing him?”

 

he barely stopped himself from looking at Her. “No, Ma'am,” he whispered, and had a sudden urge to put his thumb in his mouth.

 

“How does a little boy address the woman who is punishing him, little timmy?” Her voice was that sweet, syrupy one She used when She was pulling him into a trap.

 

“Um.. he says Ma'am?” timmy asked hopefully.

 

“No, little timmy. Try again.”

 

he swallowed hard. he did not like this, not even a little, it was creepy and weird to him, but he knew what She was waiting for, and that he wasn't meant to like his punishment. “A little boy says.. Mommy.”

 

“That's right, little timmy. And that's what you will be calling Me the rest of this punishment. Tsk, tsk, tsk. If you hadn't forgotten your manners and called Me Ellen and El, you'd only have to say Ma'am...” Now Her voice was mocking, and without looking, he knew Her eyes were dancing with merriment. “Is little timmy ready for the next part of his little boy punishment?”

 

“Yes, Mommy,” he whispered. he squirmed in his diaper, feeling deeply embarrassed. She took him by the arm and pulled him off the little stool and marched him over to the couch in front of the fireplace. She sat down and pulled him over Her lap.

 

“How do naughty little boys get punished, little timmy?” The mocking in Her voice was even more pronounced now, especially in the way She would emphasize 'little timmy.'

 

“N.. naughty little boys g g get spanked, M M Mommy,” little timmy stammered out.

 

“That's right.” And without warning, She brought Her hand down on his diapered tushy. The diaper cushioned him, but the sound and feel humiliated him further. PopCrackle! PopWrinkle! he squirmed and wriggled in pure humiliation. Then, She unfastened the diaper.

 

“After each spank, you will say, 'Thank You, Mommy.'” She instructed him coldly. Then She brought Her hand down forcefully on his left cheek. **SPANK!**

 

“Owwwwieeeee! Th th thank You, M M Mommy!”

 

She spanked his bare tushy thoroughly and quickly, barely giving him time for his “Thank You Mommy” before continuing, and then adding spanks for him missing the Thank You. Soon, he was blubbering like a baby, and She kept right on spanking him. When Her hand began to get very sore, She picked up a wooden spoon and used that instead. Finally, over a hundred spanks later, She let the bawling little boy up from Her lap. “Now, then, junior, your choice... Back to being an adult, or sit in the corner in your diaper until you use it?”

 

Without hesitating, he said, “Adult, adult, please, Mommy, i want to be an adult again.”

 

She smiled wickedly and nodded. “As you wish...”

 

And as much as he hated the diaper and calling Her Mommy, the tone in Her voice made him wonder if he was making a very bad choice.

 

To Be Continued...

tim had chosen to 'be an adult again' rather than sit in the corner in the diaper Ellen had made him wear until he 'used it.' In his new, awkward position, tim was not entirely sure he'd made the right choice. If he'd known what was coming up, he probably would have decided the entire weekend away in the cabin with Ellen was a bad decision.

 

tim was standing, legs spread far too wide for his comfort by a spreader bar, back parallel to the floor, with Ellen's crystal goblet of Dr Pepper balanced on his back. he had been warned not to let the goblet fall to the ground and break, or to allow any of the liquid inside it to spill. he was concentrating very hard on not losing his balance and waiting for Ellen to say or do something. Ellen was sitting casually next to him in a comfortable chair and occasionally taking her refreshment from his back and sipping before replacing it where it had been.

 

“The time has come,” Ellen said at last, breaking a fifteen minute silence, “to talk about your wife, timothy.”

 

tim gaped and focused very hard on not falling over. “m m m my wife? But i thought we weren't going to --”

 

“you thought wrong, timothy,” Ellen interrupted him. “We are going to discuss your wife. Why did you marry her?”

 

“Because i love her,” tim whispered. “i love her with all my heart.”

 

“And have you ever cheated on her, timothy?”

 

tim shook his head. “No, Ma'am, never. Never.”

 

Ellen laughed and prodded his cock with something. “Because no other woman would let you stick her with that pathetic little thing?”

 

he gulped, humiliated. “N n no, Ma'am. Because i love my wife.”

 

“But do you think that tiny little prick could ever please a woman?” Ellen prodded his dick again.

 

“N n no, Ma'am. i don't.”

 

“So, how do you please your wife?” Ellen's tone was cold and hard, and the steel in Her voice made his pathetic little prick stiffen.

 

“i.. um.. well... i...” tim stuttered and stammered, blushing fiercely. Talking about sexual matters had always embarrassed him. “i... i lick her, Ma'am.”

 

“you lick her?” Now Ellen's voice was positively frosty. “your wife is a lollipop or a tootsie roll, and you cover her with your spit?”

 

“No, Ma'am. i meant i... well... her... You know. i lick her... down there, and then she.. You know, orgasms.” tim was blushing crimson once again, and trembling slightly. Suddenly he felt moisture on his back and realized some of the soda had spilled from the goblet on his back.

 

Ellen took the goblet from his back and set it on the floor. “you 'lick her down there' and then she orgasms. And how do you know she orgasms and doesn't just fake it to get your tongue out of there?”

 

All at once, tim was deeply ashamed. “i.. i... i don't know Ma'am.”

 

“you are a slut, tim. And there is only one way for sluts to please a sexual partner. Do you know what that is?”

 

“No, Ma'am,” tim said, with a sinking feeling that he was about to find out.

 

“Well, mister 'i want to be an adult again,' it's time for some decidedly grown-up games.” With that, Ellen pulled tim into a standing position by pulling on his hair. She then helped him to shuffle very, very awkwardly over toward the bed, where She bent him over the bed. “We'll start by opening this up some...” And Ellen left him bent over the bed and went to the cabin's kitchen. tim whimpered and squirmed, scared and embarrassed. he did not want Her to do what he was pretty sure She was about to do. he was a man, after all, not some pansy.

 

In the kitchen, Ellen picked up a ginger root and returned to tim. She put on a latex glove, lightly lubed a finger, and slid Her finger into him. he pushed against it, but to no avail. She slapped his ass and still pushed in the finger. he yelped and began to beg that  She not do this to him. She ignored his protests and worked the finger around, loosening him, then removed Her finger and slipped in the ginger root. he bucked against the foreign object inside him, so much thicker than the q-tips of the night before. Within moments the ginger root began to work its magic, warming him up from the inside.

 

“Please, please, Ma'am, take it out, please Mistress, please, i don't want --”

 

She stopped him with a sharp slap to his bottom. “Shut up, slut. I told you, there's only one way for a slut to please a sexual partner. And that's to be fucked. you couldn't fuck a mouse with that baby willy of yours, so you might as well learn now that all you're good for is to be fucked.” She landed another sharp slap to each of his thighs. “you wanted to belong to a strong Woman, timothy. you told Me so in those e-mails. you wanted to belong to a strict, strong Woman who could control you. Well, slut, now you find out what that means.”

 

tim was trembling, quaking, very nearly pissing himself. he squirmed against the feeling of hot fullness in his backside. he whimpered and tried to keep himself from crying. Somewhere inside him, his manhood was baring its teeth and insisting that he not comply with this, that it was too much, that he was still a man, dammit-all-to-hell. But he couldn't fight it, because now, She was shackling his wrists, and the chains on the shackles were wrapped and padlocked around the far bedposts. he still protested in his head, but his mouth was forced to give up as She pushed a thick dildo into it. Then She was moving the fake cock in his mouth, in and out. “tim is a cocksucker. tim is a pansy ass faggot cocksucker cum-drinker. tim is a slutty little boy-whore. Oh, tim, suck it good, you know you like it, you faggot pussy,” She intoned, fucking his mouth with the dildo while the ginger burned inside his butt. Her other hand was down at his groin, lightly touching his little cock. “I can feel how much you like this, tim, you cocksucking bitch. you've done this before, haven't you, licked a guy 'down there,' drank his cum, begged for more...”

 

tim tried to shake his head no. he was deeply ashamed and humiliated, and he started to cry. he didn't want to be queer, but he was getting hard while she pumped this large fake dick in and out of his mouth. he wanted her to stop more than anything, even more than he'd wanted her to take the diaper off him previously.

 

Without warning, She shoved the dildo in to touch the back of his throat, and then popped the ginger out of his backside. Then, She showed him Her strap-on dildo. It really wasn't huge, since She knew it was his first time, but even the moderately sized dildo made his own prick look infantile in comparison. She rubbed Her Cock against his face, then lubed it obscenely in front of his eyes. Then, She took the dildo from his mouth and stepped behind him.

 

“No, no, noooooooooo please Ma'am, please not that, no no no not that, no, no, nooooooo, please, i can't, no no no noooooo!” he begged frantically, pulling against his shackles. he had no hope, of course, and whether he liked it or not, he was about to be fucked up the ass. Still, he fought against it, clamped his butt cheeks together as tight as he could with his legs forced apart by the spreader bar. Then, he felt Her hand slapping his ass, much much harder than it had before. She was laughing and enjoying his resistance as well as his yelps and little hops. And suddenly, while he felt fresh sharp slaps against his thighs, he also felt her begin to push Her Cock into his vulnerable hole.

 

“Noooooooooooo!” he howled, frantically squirming his hips back and forth. But She just kept entering him, slowly, filling him. he started to cry, and She laughed. She laughed as She forced him despite his crying and begging. She felt Her own power and exalted in it. When She had completely entered him, She pulled back slowly, then pressed back in, just as slowly. As he wept, She was fucking his ass, slowly, slowly, mind-bendingly slowly.

 

he felt Her press in and then ease out, time after time, for hours, it seemed like. And slowly something in him built up, and his pleading and begging began to be interspersed with a quiet, shameful moaning. “Please, Ma'am, please, please, please Mistress, please (oohhh) stop. Please stop, Mistress. Please, i beg you, i don't like this, i don't want this, You're raping me, please don't (oohhhh) do this any more. Mistress, please, i beg you, stop, stop, sto(ohhhhh)pp, please, “

 

She began to pick up the pace, gradually. “my Lady, Mistress, Goddess, please, i do(oooohhh)n't like this, it's not, please, don't, i can't, i can't han han han (ohhhh! ohhhh!) handle this and please Mistress just stop just don't no no no(ohhhhh!) more.” And She fucked him just a little harder and deeper. “You can't do this please and i i (ohhhhh) please no more just a little (faster) stop please, i don't like this and it's not right and (ohhhh faster!) no no no i didn't mean that, no please, don't don't, i can't, You can't, please (ohhhhh my God, please, harder!)”

 

She began then to fuck him in earnest, feeling Her power as She thrust deeply into his boy-cunt and fucked him far harder than he had ever fucked his wife. “No this isn't right i'm not a fairy please ohhhh please ohhhhh Mistress (no, no, no more, please for the love of) ohhhhhh! harder faster, Mistress, please, please, Ma'am, oh yes, please, fuck me, fuck me, ohhhhh! fuck me harder, Ma'am, please, oh God, please (no no stop stop no) oh my God, yes, yes, please!” he pushed back against Her Cock, still weeping shamefully, and then heard Her hissing in his ear.

 

“Oh, now the slut's true colors come out. you like it! you want it! you want to be fucked like a bitch in heat! Oh, you pathetic fucking loser, you like this, you want more of it, don't you? Don't you? you want it, don't you?”

 

“Oh, God, yes, Ma'am, please! Fuck me! Fuck me! i am Your toy! Please, please, fuck me harder, faster, harder, faster, oh, God, oh God!” he was humping the bed as well as he could then, realizing how foolish and weak he must look. And then, as he was wanting it more than anything, She pulled out of him, leaving him empty. he howled with frustrated lust, and began to beg without being asked, “Please, please, oh, please, Mistress, don't stop, please, fuck me, fuck me, please, fuck Your slut!”

 

She laughed a wicked laugh. “Ahh, but you spilled some of the Dr. Pepper, bitch. And for that you must be punished.”

 

he turned pale and stopped humping the bed. “P p p p punished, Ma'am?” Her punishments were not fun and left him feeling humiliated but not horny.

 

She unshackled his hands and then unshackled his ankles from the spreader bar. “Yes, punished, bitch. Punished like only a true whore like you can be punished.” Then She took a carefully measured rope and tied his wrists together in such a way that the had play to move down, but could not quite reach his tiny little pee-pee. She then ordered him to stand with his back against the wall and to watch Her closely. Then, She took the dildo from Her strap-on harness, and replaced it with a much larger, clean one. She began to stroke the 10 inch long, 2.5 inch thick Cock lewdly, torturing him. “Mmm, it feels sooo good to rub My Cock. Ohhh, yes, I'm sure that faggot against the wall wish he could touch his little pansy wee-wee. Or that I would reach out and give it a stroke or two so he'd explode all over himself. Wouldn't you, boy-whore?”

 

tim moaned, trying desperately to reach his penis. “Yes, Ma'am. Please, oh, God, please, Ma'am.”

 

She continued to stroke and caress Her Cock, moaning softly, obscenely. tim's little willy stiffened more, but he still couldn't quite reach it. he began to futilely hump the air in front of him. She laughed at him. “Oh, the faggot likes to watch when Someone masturbates their Cock. you are a sick little perv. Does your wife know? Does your wife know you're just a cumsucking little faggot pervert?”

 

tim whimpered and nodded slowly. “Yes, Ma'am, i suppose She does. i suppose She does now.” he continued to mindlessly fuck at the empty space in front of himself. he wanted relief so badly now...

 

“Do you want to cum, slut? Do you want to cum?” She asked him, stepping closer to him with Her large Cock.

 

“Oh, yes, please, Ma'am, please let me cum,” he begged.

 

“Kneel.” And he was down on his knees in an instant. “Kiss.” And he was kissing Her monstrous Cock all over, from the head down the shaft to the realistic balls. “Suck.” And he opened his mouth and took Her Cock into it, and began to give Her head like a ten-dollar whore. he sucked and licked and did everything he could think of to please Her. She pulled Her Cock from his mouth after 10 minutes and said, “What would you do to be allowed to cum?”

 

“Oh, Ma'am. i'd do anything, anything, i swear.”

 

“Those are very dangerous words, cunt,” She replied without a trace of humor. She then turned him around so he faced the wall and rapidly pushed the larger, thicker Cock into him. he howled with pain, and She fucked his ass very roughly and painfully, banging his swollen weenie against the wall with every thrust. he wept again, feeling completely invaded and violated, this time without a hint of pleasure. After just a few dozen thrusts, She came, shuddering violently against him and biting his shoulder so hard it drew blood. She then released Her Cock from the harness, leaving it deep inside him, and lay down on the bed for a nap. tim collapsed against the wall, weeping pathetically, broken again, and it was only after at least 20 minutes that he realized She still hadn't let him cum...

 

To Be Continued...