Foreword: The following is a work of fiction, dealing with sexual fantasies, adult sex, bondage and discipline. If any these previously mentioned things would cause you and yours embarrassment or indignation, please do not read any further. This work of fiction is intended for the aforementioned audience, whom hopefully will enjoy, gaining a smile from the work and sharing it with those of a like mind. ~ Smiling a WEG
"Atonement" A Christmas present, for my Mistress GingerBlue Written by the property of GingerBlue, splatter_GB 12/05/00 Smiling, I stride to the bedroom, it is my Saturday lunch break, the steady click of my heels, ringing on the wooden floor letting my slut know I may be coming to continue his session, little does he know this session will last longer than the weekend. I wish to check has he finished with his first task. I pause before opening the door, listening to his whimpering pleas for mercy. He has been held since he admitted Friday afternoon, he had cum without my permission, he thought his admission of guilt would purchase his atonement; never realizing when I suggested we play that evening, that I had a long weekends punishment in store for him. He being a good slut in most respects quickly gathered the items I requested and brought them to the bedroom, placing the lined leather restraint cuffs on his wrists and ankles before I padlocked them tightly shut. As I connected the nylon ratcheting truck tie-down straps to first his wrists and then his ankles, simply pulling up the slack in the cords to hold him in place, before applying the pressure I wanted. His beautiful brown eyes flew open, in surprise, suddenly realizing there was no play going on this evening as I slowly clicked the metal handle on each strap, bringing the tension of nylon cording to that of a banjo string, effectively immobilizing his bronze body in a perfect X on our king sized bed. "Mistress please," he stammered, as he glanced the steely determination in my eyes. "Please my ass! You bitch, who do you think you are, spilling Mistress's cum?" His stammering speech only exciting me more, I wanted him to know I was in control. "I am yours Mistress, your slut, your property, to do with as you please." "That's right slut. You are mine, to do with as I please. You have displeased Mistress and you must pay for your indiscretion." I growled. "You still have your safe word, you may use it sissy, if you can't take your punishment." I pronounced slowly letting the slut know for certain, that he was to receive a lesson in pain as punishment for his sin, knowing he would die before using that word, such a prideful slut. I added, for flavor the following, "Mistress, may recognize your safe word, but then again she may not." Laughing, I cut out the light to room and went to the den where I leisurely sipped two glasses of white wine as I listened to some soft music, leaving the slut uncomfortable stretched and thinking of what else was to come. Two hours later I returned to my slut, dressed in full dome wear, riding crop in hand. "Now, slut shall we begin?" "Mistress, your slut begs you to forgive him, you have taught him whose cum he carries and who may give permission to spill it," my brown eyed, bronze skinned slut mouthed, his eyes wide open, in fear, knowing the words were not going to quell my anger. "Not good enough, slut. We have had this discussion before, you told me then, you knew whose cum you carry. I believe I must reinforce that lesson for you." His audible groan drew the ire of my crop, as I landed it, three times quickly across his nipples. "Am I not right, slut? Did you not tell Mistress you knew, last time we discussed this?" I slowly trailed my crop over his helpless body, pausing to land several quick burning blows to his body. "Slut, when Mistress finishes with you this time, there will be no doubt in your mind, whose cock and balls you carry and who can grant you permission to cum. Do you understand? Now, Mistress wants to see that cock hard. You have thirty minutes." That being said, I left the room in darkness again and went to find a cheese snack while waiting. I returned, thirty minutes later to find my slut's cock standing at attention, his face, colored with a sheen of sweat as he strained to maintain his erection. Smiling, I strode over to the bedside, looking in my overnight bag for the new toy my slut had yet to see. "Ah, there it is," I announced as pulled out a black leather sleeve, I had found this item on one of the B&D toy sites, really an ingenious toy, fashioned of leather with a two inch steel hoop in the end. The ingenious portion being, it worked in the same fashion as Chinese handcuffs, once slid into place, secured with a leather drawstring at the base to of the victims cock and pulled back, it never lost it's grip, damned nice toy, wish I would have patented the idea myself, took three months to arrive, seemed to be a steady backorder item, at $180.00 per each, someone was making a killing. I put the charges on one of my slut's credit cards, just can't remember which slut. Device in place, I moved on to his balls, using Velcro tie wraps I slid a two inch steel binder ring into each strap, then placed each one high on his sac separating each ball and giving me a point to tie off to. I stand back to admire my handiwork, damn such a luscious sight, and the first evening is still young. "Head up, worm!" I command, pulling from my bag, a leather head harness with attachment rings, I quickly place it on his head. "Mistress, PLEASE forgive me." "Slut, am I going to have to plug that mouth of yours? I have just begun!" His warm brown eyes pleading for mercy, causing a warm tingle in my thighs. "My slut, before this weekend is over, you shall beg for forgiveness, many times." I quickly finished fastening his head harness, and then chose a comfortable leather chair to rest in, as I contemplated how to connect my slut for ultimate discipline. I questioned my slut, as I slowly sipped my third glass of white wine of the evening, enjoying the sound of his southern drawl as he whimpered for mercy. "Why did you disobey Mistress?" "Mistress, your slut has no excuse for his actions. He awaits your punishment," he bravely stated. "Do you enjoy the pain, slut? Has Mistress's affection for you, confused you into believing you can withstand her wrath?" I asked my submissive, wondering what his answer may be. I was mildly surprised by his response. "Mistress," he slowly started, "Before you claimed this one as yours, I was troubled, constantly fighting my darkness, my mind and heart in constant turmoil. You taught me, to accept my darkness, to love it, revel in it by its self, and also blend it with my light, to form a being made of sunrise and sunsets. I was wrong to have spilled your cum, my mistress and will accept any punishment you see fit." Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I listened to his honest speech, but I could not and would not show mercy, this clever devil had gotten too close to me, and was to be punished for his disobedience. I left the room, for a short while to regain my composure. It is not good to allow a submissive to see his Mistress cry, returning shortly with a devious plan in mind, I entered the room running the lights to full bright. In my hand I held a glass beaker, graduation lines marked plainly on the side, "Slave, you chose to spill my cum without my permission. Your punishment is a simple one, fill this beaker to the mark I have shown, you may produce more, but you shall not produce less. Should you not produce that which I ask, you shall be kept an additional day in torment." With that said, I released one of his hands from binding. His free hand finding his cock, and removing my new toy, which in and of itself a difficult task, he manages to free his cock. Smiling knowing, I had given him an impossible task, I retired to the study, where I pulled up on the computer the cameras for the bedroom, this an ingenious system devised by a former live-in slut, working on motion, the cleverly concealed cameras, which were spread through out the household, would not operate unless motion was detected or the system was set to record, making the system a grand burglar alarm, but an even better system to monitor a slut's compliance. He is such a wonderful sight, stroking his cock with all his might attempting that which he does not yet know is an impossible task coupled with the fact he only has one free hand, his attempts to hold the glass beaker between his tied and spread legs making the sight even grander. My hand falling to my sopping wet pussy, stroking in unison with my slut, riding crest after crest, my thumb finding my erect clit. My, what a long evening this may turn into. He is troubled now, realizing his first and best load of cum, has come nowhere near my mark for the evening, bravely he continues, stroking with abandon, with nothing save duty and his own mind, to help him along the way. I ride my own hand to a fourth orgasm, watching as he attempts his third. This devious and impossible to complete torture bringing to my slut the realization he will be busy all evening. I retire to bed to ready myself for tomorrow, knowing my slut will busy all evening, I set the cameras to record for my future fun. "Have you finished yet," I call as I continue down the hallway to bed, my thighs moist, knowing the slut could not have fulfilled my request yet. The next morning I used the program PC Anywhere at work, to show select ladies there, what a slut looks like in the morning. Their amazed gasps letting me know, they wished they could treat their husbands as such; a few asking what my per hour training rate was, I smiled as I held four fingers in the air. I throw open the door, running the light up to full brightness, "Slut, have you done as Mistress asked?" "I am close to your mark Mistress," the worm calls out sweat dripping from every pore. "Close is not good enough, you have the rest of the afternoon. Should you not be complete, you shall have to suffer my punishment," leaving my words to hang pregnant in the air, I place a hands-free speakerphone at the head of bed and leave to return to work. It is a slow afternoon at work, so to amuse myself, I call the slut as I watch him on my PC at work, the tired but amazed look on his face priceless as he continues attempting to fulfill my request. "Slut you have two hours, will you be ready?" The pain on his face and body genuine, as he slowly states, "I am doing my best, Mistress." "Your best is all Mistress normally asks of you, but on this occasion, you are to do as requested or suffer the consequences," I slowly mouth the words, watching their crushing effect on my slut's already diminished demeanor. "Yes Mistress," his only response. Making a few quick phone calls, I leave work early, delicious thoughts of new tortures bringing moistness to my thighs again. Once home, I slip out of my heels and pad silently down the hallway in stocking feet, throwing open the door and surprising my slut as he strains to cum for who knows which time. Walking over to the bedside, I take his beaker and hold it to the light; he has done remarkably well, but has missed my mark by a quarter of an inch. "You failed, slut. You know what that means, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress another day's torment," he mouths slowly, his throat and lips dry. "Oh, my goodness my slut. Mistress failed to give you anything to drink," a devilish grin, spreading slowly cross my lips. "Wait a moment, Mistress shall return," taking his beaker with me, I retire to the kitchen, pulling a baby bottle from the cupboard. Taking his cum and pouring chocolate Slim Fast into the beaker, I use a small, single spindle, hand blender to mix the blend before pouring the mixture into the baby bottle and affixing an oversized nipple with an enlarged opening to it. Returning to the bedroom, I give my sub his supper, telling him he must drink every drop. As he struggles with the thick mixture, I watch his eyes as I explain what is in his protein drink. He obediently drinks every drop. I explain to him that we are going out for the evening. His beautiful brown eyes opening wide, at my following words as I place a three foot spreader bar between his legs affixing it to his ankle restraints as I release the tie-down ratchets, "You and this room are a mess, you have thirty minutes to get this room straightened to include new sheets on the bed, these sheets in the laundry, and yourself clean, naked and presentable in front of me in the basement playroom. And slut, don't even think of getting my leather restraints wet while cleaning that body of mine." My command delivered, I turned to begin preparing myself for an evening out. Sitting in a comfortable, soft, overstuffed, leather chair in the playroom I wait; glancing to the clock on the wall, slut has two minutes to present himself and woe be unto him should I find drop of water one on my restraints. I hear him as he struggles down the steps, the spreader bar making the trip down the stairs all the more difficult. He presents himself, asking permission to enter. "Is that all the further you can spread those knees, slut? We shall have to work on limbering you up, I see. You may enter, crawl to Mistress." He crawls to the chair and assumes a kneeling position. "Present those wrist cuffs for inspection, slut." He extends his arms to me. I stand and walk behind him, removing the spreader bar from his leg restraints as I also inspect them for any water drops. "You did clean the bathroom, removing any water from the floor and placing the dirty towels in the laundry, didn't you?" "Yes, ma'am." "Did you douche that man pussy clean for Mistress?" "Yes, ma'am." Landing a gloved hand sharply on his ass, I respond, "Good boy." Knowing I will enjoy viewing his frantic efforts later on the cameras recordings. Get to the sawhorse quickly. Mistress must prepare you for our evenings pleasure. My slut leaps at my command, running to the sawhorse, bending over it, even fastening one of his wrist restraints to the tie down point on the horse. My heart swells with pride at the sight, such a well-trained slut, as I leisurely walk around and secure his free hand. "Look my slut, Mistress has two additional toys for you." The first I dangle before his face, pulling his hair to hold his head up. "These my slut, are vibrating balls with a remote control. Mistress has added to them for your pleasure additional balls of fresh ginger root; for additional pleasure, I shall of course, insert additional capsules of ginger root powder, four I think, in that man puss of mine to insure additional warm; this of course is for your punishment not pleasure, my brown skinned whore." His audible groan bringing two quick slaps to his upturned ass. "Silence slut, Mistress has chosen an additional toy, holding the small tubular device in front of him. This, my slut, is a control collar, used in the training of dogs, it has a range of a quarter mile and is of course remote controlled. The controls have intensity levels. I shall try all the settings before the evening is done to find which please me most. It has been modified to fit under your sac, rather than your neck, the charge it delivers, will be more fully appreciated where I am placing it." Walking behind my slut, I trail my gloved fingers over his back, the thin latex dragging slowly to his rosebud. Applying lubricant to the first ball, I hold it to his red bud, rolling over it slowly before forcing it past and into his man pussy. Pausing, I take a ginger root powder capsule and with two fingers force it to my slut's man clit, rubbing it hart into his clit until I feel it crumble and break. "Is that good for Mistress's little whore?" I ask, laughing as I insert the next ball, a ball of raw ginger root to add to his burn. "Thank you, Mistress," my sluts only reply. I continue slowly, enjoying, inserting the additional balls and breaking the three other capsules of ginger root powder over his man clit. The tail end of the balls a small butt plug containing the motor and remote control device. I insert it slowly into my slut, teasing him as I rotate it in, and pull it out slowly, before finally placing it deep within him, the oval butt end tight, between his ass cheeks. Grinding it with one hand, round and round slowly, I look into my sluts eyes, as I land another stinging hand to his upturned ass. "Oh my, slut. Mistress just loves the look in those brown eyes, and adores the sight of her red hand print on that white ass of yours," as I land another slap to the other cheek for matching effect. Walking around the horse, I release his wrist restraints and order him to stand. Pressing the on button, I start the balls in his ass vibrating slowly, watching his eyes, before placing his control collar under his sack, cinching it tightly in place, the tube firmly in contact with the lower side of his sac and his ass. I watch his eyes, close as he tries to retain composure when I press the remote on the collar. "That slut, was level 5, there are a total of twelve levels, for you to enjoy this evening," I snicker, a wickedly evil grin crossing my lips. "I see slut you saved yourself additional punishment, by reattaching Mistress's new cock leash. Good boy! Just a few more items and we will be ready to go." Leaving his restraint cuffs in place, as I have a use in mind for the leg restraints and I want his wrist restraints visible to the public, I quickly attach a three-inch wide, black patent leather slave collar with tie-points to his neck. "Thank you Mistress, for the beautiful collar," my slut breathed softly. "You are welcome, my slut. Oh my, slut, Mistress has forgotten your perky little brown nipples." Walking over to the built-in toy drawers and cabinets, I chose the additional items I need to complete his attire for the evening. I chose a set of heavy thumb screw adjustable nipple clips with lead chains, these a set that were made as a specialty item for me by a local machine shop, heavy weighing about an ounce each, they formed a one inch square about a quarter inch in width, with a rubber coated pressure plate within, thumbscrew adjustable pressure via two thumbscrews to insure even application of pressure, with a captive nuts at the base of the thumbscrews to lock in place insuring once the desired pressure was attained they would not back out and release. These, a gift to me, from a former client, she so appreciated my lessons in domination of her slut husband. Wetting one of my fingers in my sluts mouth, I draw slow circles around his nipples, smiling as they grow erect to my touch, I again watch his eyes as I tighten first one then the second clamp into place, placing each clamp back on the areola as I pull his nipples forward with thumb and forefinger, insuring I have a painful grip, I ask, "Can you feel that burning down to your groin, my little bitch?" Through clenched teeth, he responds, "Yes Mistress." "Good," I respond as I disconnect the linking chain between the pair and attach light chain to them, extending them to connect first to the ring in the leather cock collar then, pulling all three tight with one an additional chain, passing it between his ass cheeks up to the attachment point on the back of his collar. "Bow your head slut," I growl, wanting to see if my rig has its desired effect. I smile as he grimaces, pulling his tortured nipples and cock with the one motion. "Chin on chest, my slut, that half bow shit does not get it in this house," My hand finding his lovely ass again with a resounding slap. "Mistress told you, another day's torment did she not?" His voice nearly breaking he answers, "Yes, Ma'am. I turn the intensity level on the control collar attached to his sac to level 8 and press the button on the remote, holding it for three seconds, watching as he fights desperately to maintain his position. "Level 8, my submissive, do you think you can withstand level 12?" I ask. He whimpers in a low moan, "If Mistress chooses, this slut will bear." "How's that man puss, doing my slut?" I ask, as I increase the vibration level on the balls in his ass. "The burn in my ass Mistress, is met by the burn in my nipples, my groin is on fire" My hand lands with a resounding smack, hard on his ass, twice, "You do not have an ass, slut. You have a man pussy made for my pleasure. Do not make that mistake again. Do you understand?" His whimpering response, music to my ears, "Yes, Mistress." Checking the Velcro straps encircling his balls and separating his sac, I am pleased they are tight, but not so tight they will cause permanent damage, the goal being to punish, not castrate my slut. Using an additional set of straps, I place them above his knees putting a small ring in back, behind the knee, I then connect the rings on the straps to his balls with thin cording, routing the cord through the ring behind his knee and attaching to his ankle restraints. The devious purpose of these, to cause pain with each step and extreme pain as the slut kneels, as he is instructed to do now, so I might gauge if this rigging need adjustment. I am pleased with the result, my slut's nuts, stretching and turning a lovely shade of purple. "I believe we are ready to go now, once Mistress chooses an outfit for you. I have given some thought to this, wanting my slut to complement my own outfit, I have selected a pair of loose black chino style slacks, these looking exactly like standard slacks, except for the Velcro closures, which allow me to strip my slut with the movement of one hand, should I chose to display him in public. For his shirt I have selected a deep red, short-sleeved golf shirt, again with hidden Velcro to allow me to strip him for inspection or humiliation, the collar hiding the attachment chain running up to his collar. For shoes black penny loafers with crew cut black cotton socks will finish his outfit nicely. For myself, I have chosen a knee length black silk dress, slit up one side to thigh, its low neckline cut revealing the sides of my unfettered breasts, its soft material causing my nipples to harden and protrude. Black stocking with red leather six-inch heels, finish the outfit, my finishing touch, a large gold charm on a gold rope necklace, the charm, a cherished gift from this slut depicts a lioness mounting a lion and is set to dangle enticingly between my breasts. Placing the remote controls in a small, black matching clutch bag, I motion for my slut to follow me to the garage and while backing the car out, give him the following rules, "You are to walk behind me, three feet and to my right. When I have stopped to look at merchandise, you are to come to my side and kneel, head bowed. You are to speak, only if spoken to. At dinner, I will order your meal. Failure to follow these rules or any other of my commands will result in instant discipline via your cock collar. Any questions?" He answers in a thoroughly submissive, "No ma'am." The drive to the mall was uneventful I parked within two hundred feet of the entrance and strode in, slut in tow. Nearing six pm in the evening there was plenty of time left for shopping. I love shopping almost as much as I love dominating my sluts. Entering the first large department store drew first stares at myself from the husbands shopping with their wives, then at my slut by both the wives and husbands as they noticed, first the restraint cuffs on his wrists and then his collar. I should not have to elaborate what the husbands were noticing, some with blatant lust in their eyes, not knowing of course they would have an extreme price to pay to sample a glimpse of any more of my charms. I simply flashed my sultry, seductive smile at them, blowing them kisses, just at the moment their wives happened to look up, knowing they would have hell to pay, attempting to explain my actions to their wives. I pause in the sundries section looking at silk scarves they are on sale and work so well to restrain a slut in training. Looking, I see my slut has failed to follow my earlier command, growling under my breath I reach for the remote control in my bag as I fiercely mouth the word "SLUT" loud enough for only he and I to hear as I twist the intensity level to 10 and hold the button down for five full seconds. His reaction, immediate as he falls to his knees at my side, writhing in pain, "A thousand pardons, my mistress. I should have paid more attention. It will not happen again." Turning the dial to 12 and holding the button down for three seconds, I respond, "It had better not." Continuing my shopping, I turn to my next love, the shoe department. The male clerk there somewhat taken aback by my slut's submissive stance, I with a cold cutting glare of my blue eyes ask him, "Do you have a problem? Or would you like me to cause you problems?" He stammered in a most delightful way, "No problems ma'am. Is there anything I can show you, that interests you this evening?" "As matter of fact, there are several items I would like to see," pointing out the items and taking a chair presenting my foot to the stammering fool, his eyes growing larger as he notices my slightly parted legs, my stocking held in place with a garter belt, my closely trimmed bush as uncovered as my breasts. I tried several pair, finally selecting a pair of six-inch, black stilettos, I felt would look so grand, firmly planted in a sluts balls. I pass a business card to the stammering shoe salesman, explaining to him as I departed, my training rate for new submissive males without partners was six hundred dollars an hour, four hundred dollars for those with partners. Handing my bags to my slut, as we turned to leave I noticed him placing the card in his wallet. Oh, this is too easy some days. We continue down the mall, finding another of my loves, a specialty lingerie shop; upon entering I stopped at the sales table, my slut quickly assumes his position. The young sales girl's face breaking into a wickedly evil grin as I held up a pair of purple, crotch-less, high waist panties and ask, "Do you have these in red also. To fit him?" "Oh yes ma'am," she gleefully answered, "Is there anything else you would like to see?" "Yes child, I would like matching garter belts in both colors and black stocking, please." As she rang up the sale, she complemented the training and conditioning of my slut, saying she was still working on hers. I passed her my card and said, "If you find you need help call me, sessions for dome's with subs are only a hundred dollars an hour, payable by the sub, of course." "Thank you. Mistress?" "Mistress Blue, my child. Call me if you need me." "Thank you, ma'am I shall. Oh by the way, love your charm." Smiling, I thanked her, as I handed the additional packages to my slut, looking closely at his countenance to gauge how the ginger root is working. "How's my man pussy, my slut?" I coyly ask, knowing it must be on fire now. "Your man pussy is hot and burning, my Mistress, praying for relief," he softly answers between clenched teeth. "Relief, my slut will be a long time coming. Much as I would guess it to be, a long time before you foolishly chose to spill my cum again, without permission," I slowly growl, reaching to brush his brown hair with my fingers, before he stands to follow me, I chose to allow him a small amount of relief and cut off the vibrating balls. His large brown eyes sparkling as he thanks me softly. One more favorite place left to visit, a grand leather shop catering to bondage and more importantly discipline. The selection in this regard nearly bringing moistness to my thighs, this enhanced by the fact that their three large mirrored dressing rooms equipped with restraint points and sound proofing were large enough to easily accommodate testing of their devices, which only increased my excitement. My slut's brown eyes flew open wide, in recognition and fear, this shop, especially the dressing rooms, a place he had been introduced to early in his training. "Your fear is showing, my submissive. Was Mistress too cruel during your last visit here?" I asked, a slow smile spreading over my lips. "The memories are vivid, my Mistress. I accept that which you give and thank you. I have not learned to accept and channel the pain, learning from it; so it is difficult for me to accept it." He softly and apologetically answered. He is not a pain slut, one of those, who displease me so that they might be punished, enjoying the punishment. I know that, but the object of the weekend is to punish him for disobeying me. That in mind, I command him to secure a dressing room, while I browse the selection, knowing the waiting, for him will be worse punishment than that which I give. I chose several awesome whips, a cat-o-nine tails, a few wonderfully limber crops and a pair of skin-tight leather bikini shorts in his size. To further torture, I bring each item to the dressing room singularly, laying it on the floor before his kneeling person, asking him to inspect the items. As I enter with the last item, I command him to strip, which he quickly does, returning to his kneeling position when complete. "Oh no, my slut. To the wall with you." I order. He obediently complies, even affixing one wrist with the wall restraint tie-point. "Good, boy. Now Mistress wants you to turn your head to the far wall, so that she might see your face in the mirror and so that you can see your strokes as they are delivered." I walk over to lash his free wrist to the wall, carrying one of the six-foot whips, which I trail slowly over his skin. "Will it take this to teach you whose cum you carry?" I mummer softly, erotically, my mouth inches from his ear. The sound of his whimpering response causing my juices to flow, "This one may not chose the punishment Mistress chooses to deliver, only bear and learn from." Stepping back, with the whip circling over my head, I land it with a resounding crack on the wood backboard he is attached to, peeling out a section of wood. "Ah, nice to see I haven't lost my touch," I coo softly, the flash of fear in his eyes, as I brought the blow to bear within four inches of his flesh, rejuvenating the dampness between my legs. Trailing the cat-o-nine tails over his luscious white ass, I whisper in his ear, "Remember this toy?" His eyes opening wide, a lump in his throat, he replies hoarsely "Yes Mistress." "Many stings with just one swing," I laugh, remembering his first punishment with the device. Stepping back, I circle the many tails landing them firmly on his ass, watching his eyes close as he attempts to deal with the pain. Circling them to land again, I command, "Open your eyes, do not hide your pain from Mistress." He struggles with this command, not wishing to show his tears as the cat lands for the fourth time, but manages to comply, saving himself from additional strokes. The riding crop I had selected, was truly a work of art, fitting in my hand like a glove, with this I traced the inside of his thighs, inquiring how my man pussy was holding up to the heat, smiling at his response. "I had forgotten the ginger my Mistress, such my fear of your whips." Walking near, grabbing his hair, pulling his ear close to my mouth I said, "That it is good, boy. You should fear them." Landing a few well placed blows to his ass and sac with the new crop, I loosed one of his hands, instructing him to free himself, put on the leather bikini shorts and the rest of his clothes and to met me a the checkout desk. I paid for the purchases, his shorts and the ridding crop, complementing the store staff on their selection and turned to leave. Needing to freshen up, I headed for the mall restrooms. Why, developers chose to put restrooms at the end of long winding corridors, inviting rift raft to gather is beyond me, fortunately the hall appeared clear, as I instructed my slut to kneel and wait by the door. My freshening up was interrupted by the sound of taunts and jeers from coming from just outside the restroom door. "Faggot" "Look at the queer" "It won't even hold his head up" the voices of three young street toughs, who must have been in the restroom looking for phone numbers to find dates, rang out. I strode out confidently to confront them. "He is not a faggot, filth. He my property, doing as I asked." "Whooaaa, look at this baby guys," the supposed leader of this group of swarthy punks, spouts. "She looks like she wants us guys, check her out." "I could probably teach you some manners, and would not mind laying a whip to your asses. If you could find a bath, and renew your acne prescriptions." I respond, with a sinking feeling this is going to get ugly shortly. The click of a knife being opened confirms my fears. I continue non-pulsed, "If you gentlemen, would clear the way, we are leaving now." "You ain't going nowhere, bitch, the knife wielding punk snarls. There are several sounds in life, that heard once, are burnt into memory, their purpose clear to the person hearing them; the sound a pump shotgun makes as a shell slides into the chamber, the sound of Mistress displeased and the sound of a 38 special, snubbed nosed revolver as the hammer is cocked back. It was the last two sounds the punks heard, and though they were not aware of the danger in the sound my voice, they had no doubts concerning the dangers of the pistol I pulled from my clutch bag. "If, you stupid assholes, wish to have your nuts removed with a hollow point 38 special, I can help you. You've made the mistake of bringing a knife to gun fight. I promise I will win this one." One glance in my eyes, coupled with the direction my trusty protection was pointing, left them one sensible choice, retreat. Turning to my slut, I said, "You did well." "They would not have touched you, my Mistress. Bound as I am, my brown belt would have sufficed to take care of them," he responded. "Thank you, my sub. But Mistress can take care of herself also. Hungry? I am starved." I smile, knowing his words to be true, but not wanting the headache from the police, had I let him loose on the punks. My slut had additional humiliation coming in the parking garage, as I commanded him to strip to his leather shorts and met me on the first level of the garage in three minutes; we were parked on the third level. I cranked and backed the car, rolling down the window and instructing him, should he not be at the entrance when I got there, I would leave him for the mall police. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, face painted with pain from the run, but he made it to the entrance, as instructed, gathering many stares in the process. "Good Boy," I cooed as I unlocked the passenger door's electric lock, allowing him entrance to my two-door, red Mercedes coupe. "Get dressed, Dinner is our next stop." I command. He struggles with his clothes as we pull out of the garage heading for one of my favorite restaurants, offering a wonderful seafood menu and a superb wine list. Blue lights of a police cruiser behind us, have me wondering, what is going on, has some prude called the police complaining of indecent exposure? My fears subside as I recognize the police officer approaching the car, she being a former student of mine, and now a fearsome dome in her own right. I had personally witnesses her turn prideful sluts to obedient submissive ones, in just one short evenings training. "Is there a problem, Officer?" I ask offering my license and registration through the open window. "Mistress Blue! How are you, my friend?" Officer Laurie asked. "Oh I am fine, just out for a evenings training with my slut," I answer. Her flashlight plays its way over to my struggling sub. "Passenger, step out of the car" she orders. My poor sub still trying to get his pants on complies with her order. Her Billy club, planted in his crotch, she inspects my rigging, "Nice work, Mistress." "Bow your head, passenger," she orders, wanting to see the effect of the rigging. My sub quickly complies, stretching his nipples and cock. "Head up and kneel, passenger," she orders, giving me a quick grin. Her Billy club finds my subs mouth, parting his lips, "Suck it, passenger." He obeys, wondering have I set up him up. "You have done, a great job with this one, Mistress Blue." "Thank you, Officer Laurie. Now may I ask why you pulled us over?" "There was some assault complaints, issued by some street punks back at the mall. I have them at the station now. They described you and your sub perfectly. Care to tell me what really happened?" I laughed out loud, as I quickly explained what had transpired. "Sounds to me, Mistress Blue as though, those "gentlemen" need a lesson in manners. I have just the cell for it back at the station. Thank you, have a good evening. Sorry to have troubled you this evening." "No, problem officer." I respond. "Call me this evening, I get off at eleven," she mouths silently, "I would love to help you with the training of your sub," she finishes just loud enough for me to hear. "Passenger, get dressed and back in the car," she commands as she walks slowly back to the cruiser. I almost pity the street punks, imagining there incarceration under Officer Laurie's discipline, guessing they will be changed people when released. It is now, 8.30pm the height of the dinner hour, I smile recognizing the Maitre D' as a former client, I ask for and receive, to the chagrin of five waiting couples, a table for two, in the center of the restaurant, with one chair. My slut is confused, but I quickly explain he is to kneel at my side, ass on heels and head bowed as I enjoy dinner. Wearing his humiliation and pain, like a suit, he quickly complies, realizing his punishment continues until I am satisfied he has learned his lesson. I order a bottle of white wine to go with my fish entree, enjoying the stares of the patrons in the crowded restaurant combined with the pained humiliation of my submissive almost as much as the meal itself. I quietly explain to my sub, what awaits him when we return home, enjoying taunting him with tortures to come, as I slowly sip my second glass of wine. I signal to the Maitre D' asking him to bring a chair to the table. I order oysters on the half shell for my sub's supper, explaining to him he must eat both orders as he has yet to fulfill my first task. His brown eyes opening wide as he realizes he must still fill the beaker to my mark, or remain in torment. "Mistress, please" he begs, his voice breaking, "It is an impossible task, you give your submissive to complete." "You almost completed the task yesterday. You will complete it today or remain in torment," I coldly reply. "You chose to spill my cum without my permission, you will complete the task I have given you, or remain in torment until you complete it. Do you understand?" the words cold and cruel off my lips cutting him in half. "Yes Mistress," his subdued reply. I allowed him one glass of wine, with his dinner and ordered coffee to complete the meal. Passing him a small vial, I command, "Use this as your cream." His befuddled look, priceless as he slowly realizes the contents of the vial to be his own cum. The toe of my shoe finding his crotch and pressing it, as the cell phone in my purse rings, "Oh really? Yes Officer Laurie, I would be happy to identify, the thugs who attacked us in the mall. Meet you, at your Place? Great!" "Oh my slut, you are soon to see your mistress at her wicked best!" I quietly exclaim, the thoughts of payback dancing in my head. Officer Laurie, had transported the hoods to what they thought was a police holding tank, it was a holding tank, sure enough, one where submissive sluts were held, to watch the tortures of their brethren. The young hoods had no idea of what was in store for them, as they all loudly clamored, "That's her, she's the one," as I walked into the room submissive in tow. Their eyes opening wide in fear, as Officer Laurie stepped out in full leather dome wear, ridding crop in hand. "It that right, gentlemen?" she asked, tapping the crop in her open hand. Confused, the three continued with their chorus, hoping I guess that the blame for their sins would pass to someone else. Enjoying the show, I ordered my submissive to a corner of the room to kneel, but watch, as these thugs were taught manners, in a most painful fashion. Their jaws dropped in unison, as I stepped next to Officer Laurie and asked, "May I help you, sister?" Officer Laurie, flashing a wickedly evil grin, "but of course sister," as she reached into the holding tank to remove the supposed leader of the gang. His protests of innocence falling on deaf ears as he was lead and secured to a St. Andrews Cross on the far side of the room; his clothes cut off him, and a dildo ball gag stuffed in his mouth to stifle his screams. I looked out the corner of my eye to try to gauge the reaction of my submissive, he sat impassively watching, his body still, his face blank as he watched. Oh, he was making Mistress proud to own him. The leader of the punks was sobbing for mercy inside ten minutes of pain, little did he know that for him, pain had just begun. As I slipped into the side area dressing room, and changed to my leather dome outfit, matching Officer Laurie's in every respect save she was wearing red leather and I my traditional black. Our tag team bad dome, bad dome routine, had the punks in the holding cell crying before we even touched them, as put their leader though the paces, asking him, questions with no correct answers, insuring he received additional punishment whatever, his response. My hand tightly griping his sac, as I leaned in close to his ear to ask, "Do you think I want you now, punk?" His stammering response of, "No ma'am,"doing nothing, to save his nuts a vicious tug and twist, as I correct him, "Wrong, answer punk, I have you exactly where I want you." Leaning close to whisper in his ear as I watch his eyes, "Is that ass of yours virgin, slut?" Laughing at his fearful response, I signal to Officer Laurie, her smile widening, as I ask, "Did you do a body cavity check of the prisoners?" The slut on the cross, moaning loudly, he aware before the others, the implication of my speech. "No sister, I did not, thank you for reminding me," Officer Laurie quickly responded, freeing the prisoner from the cross and dragging him to a sawhorse to restrain in a position favoring body cavity search. The young punk screamed, as first two then three of Officer's Laurie's expert fingers found their way into his tight ass, "Hush" I admonished as I stuffed my large, black, patent leather strap-on in his mouth, "Look at what's next!" The slut, squealed like a girl, as I entered him, grabbing his hips and pulling him onto my cock, "I told you, I had you exactly where I wanted you, punk." I glance again, at my slut, thinking I saw just a glimmer of jealousy in his eyes as I rode first one then all the punks that evening. Let it be said, that for this one instance justice was served, that evening to the early morning light, each of the three punks involved receiving a detailed lesson in obedience, something their parents and the schools system had failed in, Officer Laurie and myself started them in a way they should walk, continuing their training for the week they were held in "custody," hell their parents even called to thank the police chief, for "scaring their sons, straight." I looked to my submissive that knelt impassive, during the punks first night of training, noticing what I thought may have been a tear, flowing down his cheek. "Slut, what is that on your face?" I asked. "It is nothing, my mistress," he answered. Walking to where he knelt, holding his chin in my hand, looking closely to his face, I asked, "Nothing, my submissive, resembles tears to your Mistress. Now, tell me for whom or why do you weep." "It is nothing my Mistress, this one only wishing to be receiving the attentions others were given, this evening, is all," he slowly answered, fearing my response. My hand, brushed his hair softly as I answered, "Oh, my slut, Mistress has not forgotten you and your warm man pussy, she and Mistress Laurie fully intend to taste your pleasures before this evening is over." "Thank you, my Mistress," he answered as another tear ran down his face, this one, though of joy, it would appear. Leaving the punks in the holding cell, so that they might contemplate what else awaited them during the rest of their training, I signaled to Laurie, that it was time for her to join me in my playroom in the basement of my home. Laurie smiling growled a few brief instructions to the prisoners, before she turned to join us, as we departed the "station" for my home. I departed with a thirty-minute head start, wanting to have my slut, properly displayed for punishment and pleasure in our basement playroom. To the basement I order my slut, as I pull into the garage, "Strip and be ready for, my instructions when I arrive" Having him stand, I quickly rearrange his rigging, to cause him additional torment as I place him in a frame, tying his cock restraint off in such a manner as to keep his knees bent and ass in the air, tying his ball restraints so that any movement on his part away from the loving of his man pussy will, stretch his balls painfully, finishing by tying his nipples to the floor to keep him bent, ass in air. His arms and ankles tied to the frame, which really just serves to keep him in position to be used, and tensioned against the floor. Laurie, arrives just at I slowly pull the vibrating balls from his ass, asking, "How is Mistress's man pussy, now slut?" His low moan, bringing wetness to my thighs with his answer, "Hot and ready for your use, Mistress!" "Do you have pussy enough to please us both, slut?" I ask, my hand slapping his upturned ass, causing him to jump and cause additional pain to himself. "Answer, me slut. Can you service both of us? At the same time, in that man pussy?" My slut moans softly, "It would be my pleasure mistress." I release my slut, leading him to a prone Laurie, watching as his hungry man pussy takes her strap-on, walking over, I slowly fuck his mouth with mine, before joining Laurie in his man pussy, we take our time slowly and completely fucking my slut, daring him not cum, reminding him he still has to fulfill, my earlier task, before he will be released from torment. Returning our well fucked and stretched slut to a restraint chair, I tie him down leaving one hand free, hand him his beaker and turn to go, turning on the video replay of the evening on the big screen mounted on the opposite wall. Laurie and I, retire upstairs to shower as I return to computer, pulling up video records of the past three weeks, there it is, the reason, I had started this punishment of my slut, not for what he had alluded to in his confession, but an earlier transgression he had failed to mention even though I had given him opportunity to confess. "Oh, slut!" his brown eyes brilliantly shining as he answered, "Yes, Mistress." "Slut, Mistress has found something, something which is going to cause you additional torment, something which has caused me to call your job and schedule your vacation for the next two weeks; two weeks of torment, I might add," I answer watching the blood drain from his face as he realizes what I have said. "Mistress, this one has done nothing, to incur your wrath," his words tailing into nothing as I start the recording sequence from three Saturdays ago. "Nothing, my submissive? This resembles something to me," I coldly answer as I watch, I have to give my submissive a little credit for taste, there playing back on the big screen TV in the den is one of his first training sessions, one where I and two other dome's took turns at his man pussy. My slut, was ridding one of my favorite swords and spilling my cum, as he watched the tape. "Anything to say for yourself my slut?" "I await your punishment, my Mistress," he answered softly. With a low growl I responded, "That you do, my bitch, that you most assuredly do!" I left him in the chair, as I paced the floor around him, the sharp click of my heels on the concrete the only sound in the room. I thought out loud, in frustration and to temper his fear "Where have I gone wrong in your training? Were you not told, you must tell all to Mistress? That there is nothing you can hide from her? Don't answer me, slut. I do not want to hear any whining excuse from you. Know however, that there is no such thing as a good excuse. I have been gentle to a fault with you in your training not wishing to break your spirit. You now force me to release the animal in me to thoroughly dominate you. You have never seen this side of me, my submissive. Your safe word, will do you little good now." His brown eyes opening wide and lump forming in his throat, my slut was beginning to taste fear, shortly he was to taste pain in manner he had never imagined. Releasing him from the chair, I order him to the examination table, pulling the examination table's attachments for legs out, I quickly place my slut's legs in the stirrups and bind them there, leaving his ass hanging over the end of the table and spreading his legs wide open. "Mistress thinks she should mark you, mark you in such a manner that you will never forget it, nor will you ever forget whose cum you carry. The choice is yours slut, branding iron or tattoo...let me forewarn you, the marking will be on your cock." The wide-eyed fear in my slut's eyes, quickly turned to terror as he stammered, "Mistress, please not that." "SILENCE, slut. You chose to lie to Mistress, now you are going to bear the consequences." Pulling a vial from out of the examination table storage drawers, I began to work the oil within with latex gloved hand, onto my slut's nipples, balls, cock and ass, three fingers plunging deeply into him. "This my slut, is punishment. It is not the ginger oil you are such a slut for. It is cayenne pepper powder blended with the oil, much hotter, much longer and as your eyes tell me much quicker than ginger root." I almost felt pity for my slut, almost. But this slut had lied, and was going to pay for that lie in pain, until I felt he had learned his lesson. "Now slut, quickly what shall your marking be?" "Tattoo," he moaned softly between clenched teeth. Teeth that I pried open for him with one gloved hand, then slowly fucked his mouth with the same fingers that had just been deeply inserted in his ass, still coated with the cayenne pepper oil and his ass goop to add to his torment. "Clean Mistress's gloves, whore. I don't want any of your man pussy juice on my new gloves!" I commanded. His tears told me what I already knew, this thick red oil made tiger balm appear to be a soothing salve. My rage was of such his tears would not deter me. LIE to Mistress. Try to hide something from her! I had never shown my animal side to this slut, not fully anyway. He was going to receive pain in ways he had never thought of. I have had and still carry in my stable, sluts who were pain sluts, those who displeased me on purpose so that they might be punished. For them punishment is pleasure, I did not make them such, their parents or others had done that long before I laid a whip to them. This slut was never programmed to accept pain as pleasure, only to accept pain as punishment. I'm not speaking of nipple clamps and cock and ball torture. This punishment is to be long and arduous, his spirit may be broken to non-repairable by the time I finish this learning session, right now I am so mad, I don't care. Knowing this, I leave the room to regain my composure. I turn on one heel with the words "Think on it." Leaving my slut in heated torment, allowing his mind to torture him in ways I have yet to devise, something I have used often on this slut that never fails me for result. Retiring to upstairs, I poured white wine and sipped as I made the necessary phone calls. Pouring a second glass, I sat and contemplated tortures for my slut, things he despised for starters like servicing four of my male slaves, slaves with the command that they are not to cum, very well trained slaves. Having to watch as I have my way with them one at a time with my large black patent leather strap-on (his favorite one), watch and write of the session in detail and rewrite the work, should I be displeased. OH and lets not forget the tattoo, should I put my full dome name across the length of his cock or should I show a small amount of mercy and abbreviate Mistress to MS., decisions, decisions. First though, I will give him an opportunity to escape this torture, an opportunity to leave my service, I know his answer before I ask the question, but I shall ask him anyway, to give him the chance to back out not for my conscience but allow him the choice. Returning to my slut two hours latter, I walked slowly towards him, riding crop in hand dressed in my full leather "bitch" dome dress, my heels clicking on the concrete with each deliberate step. His beautiful brown eyes, wide open in pain, the pepper oil burning him to the point of tears. I apply my crop to his soft inner thighs before moving to his ear to whisper, "Are you ready for torment? Do you have any idea what Mistress has in store for you? I shall tell you for starters my slut, you shall service with your mouth and ass, four of my very well trained male slaves, slaves who will be commanded not to cum. You however must with your mouth and ass, make them cum. Your hands will be immobile, as you will be wearing the black leather strait jacket on the wall over there. That is for starters, you shall then kneel and watch as I have my way with each of them with your favorite black leather patent leather strap-on, you shall clean my strap-on between sessions with each with your mouth and then you shall write of the tale to my satisfaction. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress," his somber response. "You chose to marked with tattoo. You have no tattoos. Do you realize the pain involved? I have decided to show you some mercy, in that I will not put my full Mistress name down the length of * my *cock but shall instead simply put "Blue's" down the length and finish off with a blue teardrop with a red rose floating in it slightly smaller than a quarter on the head of * my * cock, so that you will never, ever, forget who owns you and that your cum is mine. This will be a very painful process, one in which you must maintain an erection during the marking. I allow you this once chance, to forgo this punishment. The chance is simple. You will leave my service. Do you understand, what I am tell you?" His response bold, given his circumstances, knowing of his punishments yet to come, "NEVER, my Mistress. This one shall never leave your service of his own will." "Brave words my slut. Know however those words will do nothing to temper your punishment. You understand that, don't you?" Tears, perhaps from the cayenne pepper or perhaps of shame, flowed like water down the cheeks of my submissive as he answered, "I understand, my Mistress. I shall bear your punishment and attempt not to shame you further with my actions during punishment." Damn him, those eyes would have to be covered, the rich brown orbs filled with so much passion, so willing to do ANYTHING to please me, were a weakness for me. I used them to gauge his punishment, the level of pain he might be feeling; he used them as beacons of light, shining brightly even when being punished. No, they would have to be covered, they told me more than I wanted to know. "You have made your choice, prepare yourself. I intend to mark you, body, mind and soul," With those words I left the room to finish making the preparations necessary for slut's punishment. My four, well endowed male slaves were assembled and marched in behind me, clothed only in leather chaps as I returned to the playroom. "Ready, slut?" I asked as I strolled over to the wall to fetch the leather straight jacket. I loved this piece, so simple in design, yet so binding with the closure of four buckles. "You realize what you are to do? Don't you? Arms forward now. Why the look my slut? Did you think Mistress was going to release you from the exam table? OH NO! See you are going to have to satisfy these slaves, and in the process you are going to have to beg them to allow you to drink their cum and fill your ass." The look on his face priceless as he realized, that not only was he to service these slaves, but he was going to have to beg them to allow him to do so. "That's right my slut, Mistress told you were going to have to do this, she just didn't tell you exactly how. First however Mistress must douche that man puss of yours, she doesn't want the pepper oil to add to these slaves pleasure and perhaps take them over the edge before time. I quickly filled the slut with warm water and soap commanding another to bring a bucket to catch the slop. "One other thing my slut," as I cinched the straps to the strait jacket tight, "A blindfold." His low audible moan of grief, unmistakable in it's sincerity as he accepted the blindfold. "Begin begging, bitch" my cold command. My four slaves had been given four instructions, prior to entering the room. One. To make him plead, beg, cry and whimper for their affections before allowing him to service them. They were not to allow him to service them, until they received a signal from me. Two. When they allowed him to service them, they were to do so in pairs, one in his mouth and the other in his ass. Three. They were not to cum, until I signaled them and then only in his mouth. Four. They were not to cause him physical harm. That was to be reserved entirely for me. They understood failure to follow these instructions to the letter, would bring each one a special hell devised by me. I moved to my throne, a large, soft, black leather, overstuffed chair on a raised dais allowing a commanding view of the playroom. My slut begged, pleaded, whimpered and cried for forty-five minutes, before I heard the words come from his mouth I wanted to hear. One slave had asked "Why should we allow you our cum?" My slut answered voice breaking, tears flowing from under his blindfold, "Please sir, I am the property of Mistress Blue, her slut, her man toy, her cunt, I am hers body and soul, and she has commanded that I service you. Please allow me to do so." With that I raised my hand and gave the signal to start, and start they did enjoying my slut's tight man pussy and soft mouth, alternating between the four slaves to prevent prematurely spilling my cum. They used his mouth and ass for almost an hour, before I gave the signal to cum. They then one by one slowly fucked my slut's mouth, savoring their own freedom and enjoying the task at hand. I would guess this was another hour of mouth stretching and ass fucking, an hour punctuated by my slut begging them to please cum. These slaves had been chosen for three reasons. One. The size of their cocks. Two. Their training, being able to cum on command or not at all. Three. They had all been in chastity for two weeks or more. I wanted my slut to drown in cum, or at least think he was going to. His begging turned to shrieks of fear, when the first slave came, shooting thick globs of hot white cum down his throat, his cock pumping cum like a porn star in the money shot as my slaves dick slammed into the back of my slut's throat, choking him, on cum and cock. All the while, another was hammering his ass, like a jackhammer, telling him he had not seen cum yet, that his was going to double the first slaves cum production. A feat he actually accomplished. And all the while I sat and watched and listened, my forefinger and thumb strumming slowly over my clit, my cunt juices flowing like a river. OH this was going to be a grand evening!! To be continued...
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