SLAVE AND MISTRESS

SLAVE AND MISTRESS

At 27, I was single and had grown jaded with sex and debauchery, both heterosexual and homosexual. It was time to settle down, get married, and lead a respectable life. But I couldn't calm down and kept seeking adventures for my head and other parts of my body.

And so, one day before the weekend, I again looked at a website for sexual services and found an ad where a Mistress was looking for a Slave, preferring sadomasochistic services. I hadn't tried that yet and decided to call the number provided.

A low but pleasant female voice answered.

— Hello. I'm calling about the ad.

— What interests you?

—

Everything related to the pleasure you guarantee, but without mutilation or damage, — I replied.

— But you understand you will experience pain and humiliation.

— Of course, but I think the pain will be pleasant.

— Undoubtedly. But I want to warn you, there will be no sex in the direct sense, although you will ejaculate many times.

— I see. In principle, that suits me, — I persisted.

— Good. Now about the price. It will cost 500 dollars.

— Agreed.

— And one more thing. Do you mind if my assistant assists me?

— No, if he is a pleasant person who knows how to keep his mouth shut.

Then my interlocutor moved on to the technical side of things, how much time I had, and other minor details not directly related to the matter. She also asked if I accepted everything in sex or had limits. I answered, everything. Then she explained how to get there and at what time, as I said I had the whole night from Saturday to Sunday.

— You can bring a bottle of alcohol, whichever you prefer, to keep yourself in tone. If you wish, everything that happens to you can be filmed on video in one copy and given to you. That will cost another 100 dollars.

The next evening at the appointed time, I stood at the door of the house where my Mistress lived. It was located in the suburbs, in a prestigious cottage community.

For some time, I was carefully examined via a video camera attached above the door, then the lock clicked, and the door opened automatically. "Come in," a voice came from the intercom. In the dimly lit hallway, I was met, in all likelihood, by a young man, but I couldn't see his face as he wore a black leather mask.

He led me down the corridor, and we went up to the second floor. At the end of the corridor, he opened a door, letting me into a tiny room containing a cot covered with a blanket, an old wooden coat rack, and a nightstand.

— Undress completely, — said my guide and remained outside the door.

I began to undress. The young man was apparently waiting for me, as I didn't hear his receding footsteps. After about seven minutes, I opened the door slightly and told him I was ready.

— Did you bring your drink? — he asked. I nodded. — Then take it with you and follow me.

We went up to the third floor, and the young man led me into a huge hall, also dimly lit. He brought me to a small table on which stood a saucer with sliced lemon and disposable cups.

— You can have a drink. The Mistress will come soon, — said my companion and left.

Taking a bottle of vodka from the bag—of all drinks, I prefer it—I poured a little into a cup and drank, chasing it with a slice of lemon. Suddenly, quiet but somehow ominous music began to play, and the hall lit up with a crimson-red light. The entire opposite wall was a mirror. On another wall, a huge cross was attached. Various devices stood everywhere, and ropes and chains hung from the ceiling. Three couches stood along the walls. One corner was partitioned off with a black curtain.

I felt a little eerie and drank another half-cup of vodka. The music began to pick up tempo and volume, the light went out for a moment, and when it reappeared, a woman stood in the middle of the hall. Her attire matched the setting. A black half-mask on her face, black leather bodysuit on her body, and black patent leather thigh-high boots with thin heels on her feet. And loose, light hair.

Her sudden appearance made an impression on me.

— Hello. Have you fulfilled all my conditions? — she asked.

— Hello. Yes, of course, — I replied. Her conditions were: not to eat for two hours before the visit and not to drink fluids.

— Address me as Mistress. For non-compliance—a whip strike. — And a multi-tailed whip appeared in her hands.

— Yes, Mistress, — I repeated.

At that moment, another participant in our "show" appeared. It was the same young man who had met me. Now he was in the role of the Mistress's assistant. He wore black leather jockeys, a short leather vest, and the same mask on his face.

— Lie on the couch on your stomach. — I followed her instruction, repeating "Yes, Mistress." When I lay on the couch, a bright beam of light appeared above it. Later, I realized all the couches and devices were equipped with such a device to illuminate the action area.

— The Boy, begin! — she said in English, and the boy went behind the curtain. I knew the language and understood he was to begin something.

— Yes, my mam, — he replied and came out from behind the curtain, dragging a thin hose.

He approached me and with a slap on the buttocks made me spread my legs wider. Unceremoniously, he inserted the hose nozzle into my anus, and soon I felt my intestines filling with warm water.

— It's necessary to clean you for further actions, — the Mistress explained.

— Yes, Mistress, — I replied, thinking to myself that this was one of the first humiliations.

Soon I was filled with water to the limit. The boy turned off the water and pulled the hose out of me. Unable to hold it any longer, I said so, for which I received a whip strike on the buttocks.

— Endure! — ordered the Mistress, and the boy put a collar around my neck. When he clipped a leash to it with a carabiner, the Mistress ordered me to go with him.

He took me to the toilet room, and I immediately sat on the toilet. The boy stood nearby and heard water and natural waste erupting from me. After hygiene procedures, we returned to the hall. The boy led me to the cross and secured me to it using wrist and ankle straps. Moreover, my legs were spread very wide. He unclipped the leash from the collar and clipped it to the cross on a very short chain.

The Mistress handed him a split ring, and he fastened it on my scrotum. To this ring, he attached two metal balls, quite heavy. They began to pull down my balls. The Mistress herself attached special clamps with chains to my nipples and hung weights on each chain.

— Let’s go, we will drink coffee, — she said, addressing the boy, and they left the hall.

She always addressed her assistant in English, so I won't tire the reader and will write their dialogues in Russian.

So, I was left alone in the hall. My body began to go numb. I tried to move, but the straps held me tightly. The weights on my balls and nipples pulled them down and caused some discomfort. Also, for some reason, my penis began to fill with blood and became erect.

My tormentors were gone for probably half an hour.

— Not a bad effect, — remarked the Mistress. — Would you like a drink?

— Yes, Mistress, — I replied. The boy began to untie me but didn't remove the weights.

He again clipped the leash to the collar and led me to the table with the vodka. Walking, though not far, was uncomfortable—the weights on my balls got in the way. I drank a cup of vodka, and it seemed easier. The boy removed the weights from my balls and the clamps from my nipples. My erection subsided. I felt better. He led me to a device resembling a surgical table. I lay on my back. The assistant secured my legs and then my arms. He told me to open my mouth and inserted some metal pieces into the corners of my lips, and at the back of my head, he began to tighten and tie straps. This kept my mouth constantly open.

Then he tilted the back part of the table, and my legs lowered. He did the same with the front part, and the upper part of my torso lowered. The Mistress approached me and began hitting my genitals with a whip resembling a fly swatter.

The boy stood by my head, but due to my position, I could look at him from below. He unzipped the flap of his jockeys and put his still soft penis into my mouth, which gradually began to harden.

— Lick the head of the penis with your tongue, — now the boy gave me an order. Since I couldn't suck due to the metal pieces in my mouth, I began licking his head with my tongue while receiving whip strikes on my genitals.

This continued for about ten minutes until the guy came in my mouth, and I had to swallow it to avoid choking. The Mistress stopped whipping me with her whip. He immediately straightened the table and removed the muzzle but was in no hurry to untie me. The Mistress handed him some object, and he began fiddling with my genitals.

When he finished, a male chastity belt made of transparent plastic with a small lock on top was on my penis. He untied my legs but put leather cuffs on my ankles. He put the same on my wrists.

— Take him, let him drink some vodka, — the Mistress ordered him.

After drinking vodka, I felt my genital equipment with my hands, which was now firmly encased in a plastic shell resembling a flaccid penis with a hole at the end for urination.

— This thing will be on you for a long time, — said the guy, noticing my movements.

Now he led me to a four-legged stool, similar to a school "vaulting horse" in a gym. He secured my legs and bent me over so I lay on my stomach on this "horse," upholstered in leatherette. He secured my hands to the front legs. As I understood, my anal opening was in their view.

— Do you engage in homosexual sex? Don't lie! — asked the Mistress.

— Yes, Mistress, sometimes.

— Excellent, — she said. — Bring number 4, — she addressed the guy.

I felt something cool being applied to my anus and understood it was lubricant. Then something pressed against the folds of my anus, and I guessed my tormentors wanted to insert something into me. A sharp pain pierced me, and I involuntarily cried out, for which I immediately received a whip strike on the buttocks. I realized a decent-sized anal plug had been inserted into my rear.

— Let's hang him up and go have a smoke, — suggested the guy.

— No. Hanging should be with a hook. In this position, he needs to be whipped, — replied the Mistress. — But you're right, let's go take a break.

And they left me alone again. The plug pressed on the prostate gland, and my poor imprisoned penis wanted to extend to its full length, but the chastity belt didn't allow it. Moreover, my bladder began to remind me of itself...

Returning, the Mistress and her assistant began whipping my buttocks with a whip and a lash. It wasn't very painful, but arousal grew from their blows. The execution continued for about ten minutes. Then I was untied, and the guy again led me to drink. Here I told him I needed to use the toilet.

Holding me on the leash, he led me to the same toilet room where I could empty my bladder. The anal plug stretched me from inside and hindered normal walking. I had to stick my rear out. In the hall, he ordered me to bend over and spread my legs wide. When I assumed this pose, he pulled the anal plug out of me. Now into the formed cavity, he inserted anal beads. The first, small in diameter, went in easily, and the last—large ones—with difficulty. The guy applied effort to push them in.

— By the way, — remarked the Mistress, — he hasn't come once yet, and I promised.

— No problem. We'll do it now, — replied the guy and led me to a couch. — Lie on your back.

He again secured my arms and legs so I was immobilized. But he removed the "shackles" from my penis, and it, sensing freedom, began to straighten. The assistant disappeared behind the curtain and soon returned. His hands were in medical rubber gloves, and in his hands was some wire coiled into rings.

Taking my organ in one hand, the guy pressed on the head, and the urethral opening opened, into which he inserted the wire with a small ball at the end. Now he began pushing this ball inside the canal using the flexible wire.

It was an indescribable feeling of pleasure and slight pain: the ball pleasantly tickled the urethra but also stretched the canal. Having traveled the entire length of the canal, the ball hit something, but the assistant began rotating the wire sideways, and the ball penetrated further. By my understanding, it was now somewhere in the bladder.

Lubricant flowed abundantly from the canal. The guy pulled the wire out of me. A metal rod with a bend at the end appeared in his hands. With this bend, he inserted this rod again into the canal. Now the pain was noticeable, but so was more pleasure. The penis began to twitch, and the desire to come arose.

— Now you'll come for me, — the guy said quietly and drove the end of the rod into the canal.

And indeed, something switched on inside the body, and I realized I was coming. But the canal, occupied by the rod, barely allowed semen through, and from this, the high intensified. The rod itself began to exit under the pressure of semen from the canal and fell out of it onto my stomach, and the juice covered the entire pubic area.

— So, how are the sensations? — asked the Mistress.

— Excellent, my Mistress, — I replied.

— Give him a wet wipe, — she addressed the guy. — Let him wipe his pubic area. Good thing he's shaved, or he'd have to go shower.

Since my hands were fixed, the assistant himself wiped my pubic area and penis. Before untying me, the guy put suction cups on my nipples, which sucked them in. Then he put a massive and wide ring with spikes on my scrotum. Now the ring itself pulled the balls down, and it seemed the skin of the scrotum would burst from such pressure.

And only then did the guy free me. But getting up from the couch, I couldn't walk normally, as the spikes on the ring fixed on my scrotum dug into my thighs, and it was painful.

— Get on all fours, and let's go, — the assistant prompted me.

I assumed the indicated pose, and he led me like a dog on a leash to the table with vodka. The drink had its tonic effect, and feeling a surge of strength, I was ready for new trials. The guy again led me like a dog to the opposite corner. Here I stood up fully but spread my legs wide so the spikes wouldn't dig into my body.

The assistant attached chains descending from the ceiling to the cuffs on my wrists and also fixed my legs in that position. Then, showing me, he inserted a hook on