1 Name: Anonymous : 2008-05-03 06:45 [Del]
When I last left my whore of a slave, he was lying helplessly
on the floor, to think about all the naughty things he had done which
had earned my displeasure and subsequent punishment. Having been fed a
laxative in his milk, then put in a diaper to contemplate his
miserable fate, wrists and ankles bound, the poor little slave had no
choice but to let nature take its course.
When his stomach began to cramp, the sissy began to cry and
call out for his Mistress.
"Please, Mistress, please help me, oh, Mistress, oh, oh,"
cried the slave. "Please take me out of this... I can't control the
cramps... p-l-e-a-s-e!"
I walked back into the room to check on my slave. How genuine
was the distress? I leaned over and pulled back my slave's head,
grabbing his hair tightly in my fist, to gaze into his face. his eyes
showed that peculiar expression that is so endearing to a top: partly
frightened, partly excited, completely helpless, slightly desperate.
Sometimes when my sissy has that look on his face he will
urgently whisper, "Oh, please, Mistress, please fuck me, please fuck
me!"
Sometimes I do. It depends on my whim. When he's been an
extremely obedient slave, I may choose to reward him by straddling him
and permitting him the great privilege of cumming inside my cunt.
But not this time.
As he twists on the floor, begging to be freed from this
terrible humiliation, I merely examine his face.
"Liar!" I say, "Bitch!"
I slap his cheeks soundly, two hard smacks on each side which
leave a deep red flush of heat below his burning eyes.
"Instead of releasing you, I will watch, you little whore," I
say, "because I understand not only how filthy and vile you are, but
how profoundly you long to be exposed as the little pervert you are. I
know you wish to be completely reviled. I know the only power you
respect is ruthless power, and the only discipline you accept is the
kind which reduces you to the basest and lowest form of submission."
The sissy opens his mouth to speak but says nothing, because
another spasm seizes him. he draws his knees up to his chest to
alleviate the pain... but, as he does, he loses control. I see the
undisguisable proof of his shame. The diaper gets soiled as I stand
above him, watching.
I reach down and pinch his burning nipples. The Ben-Gay which
I had formerly applied makes my fingertips slide... I run my fingers
down along his belly, a burning line of ointment stinging his tender
skin. he gasps and half turns, trying to avoid my touch. he is so
embarrassed and horrified by his helpless condition, his eyes are
stormy and wild. I take my finger and run it along his lips so that
they too feel the burn I inflict.
When at last he's done, I pull him up to his feet. I check
the front of his diaper and - as I expected - his little cock is fully
erect.
"Always excited, aren't you, you slut?" I say, grinning.
"Stop, Mistress, please," he whines.
"Stop what," I ask casually.
"Please," he whimpers, "please Mistress?"
"I don't remember giving you permission to speak," I say,
slapping his cheeks again. "Did I give you permission to speak?"
"No, Mistress," he says, blushing furiously, so conscious of
the degrading condition he is in, as he feels his full diaper hang
from his sorrowful form.
"What kind of punishment do you think you deserve for being so
bad?" I ask, walking around him, patting his body here and there,
pinching flesh between my fingers. I give him a hard smack on his
diaper, which humiliates him all the more as its contents shift
between his legs.
"Please, Mistress," he gasps, "I... I... I can't stand this!
I'm too humiliated... "
"You always claim you can't stand more... and yet, if you're
not adequately punished, you're disappointed. You try to challenge me.
Sheer boredom prevents me from forcing you further into the most
abject slavery imaginable."
"I'm sorry, Mistress," he pants, terrified at what my meaning
could be.
"Remember how disrespectful you were earlier? How you even
lifted your arm to me, as if you thought somehow I'd be impressed by
your manliness?" I laughed.
"Mistress, I, I... " he said, his burning eyes cast downward.
"I should simply have slapped your face till you wept, then
dragged you off to expose your true slavishness to whomever we met. I
should remove all your clothes in public, and then offer you to
whomever comes along. If anyone would even bother to take me up on the
offer. Which I doubt."
The sissy hung his head, silent at last.
"Perhaps what I should do now is lock you out of the house in
your soiled diaper. Perhaps the neighbors will get a good look at you
this way and recognize what a bad GIRL you are. Maybe after an hour or
two you'd change your tune permanently." I grabbed his chin and
slapped his mouth.
"You will never kiss me again. You will merely serve me in the
most despicable and lowly ways possible. You will be a spanking board
for me, when I feel like sharpening my skills upon flesh. I will test
my new techniques on you. Think of yourself as a "stunt" slave. You
don't deserve to be treated any better than that."
"A... a stunt slave?" he asked, shaking, "what's that?"
"It's a slave I use for experiments. One that I take for my
pleasure. One who never has the right to cum, unless it amuses me to
watch him lose control. And then he will cum only under the most
humiliating conditions possible, because that is what amuses me."
"Like what, Mistress," asks the slave, shaking even harder
with terror and excitement. he's such a slut!
"Well, why don't we begin," I say, "with a practical
demonstration of what your life will be like from now on."
I grab the chains by which he is still bound and pull him
into the bathroom. I push him down onto the floor, on his back. The
cold tile makes him moan, so I slap his face.
"The next time you utter a sound - any sound - your punishment
will be so severe you won't feel like talking for a week," I say. "Do
you understand?"
The slave nods his head, his eyes large as saucers, his lips
trembling. he is more frightened when there's a tone of my anger in
my voice than when I inflict punishment. That is the proper way to
train a slave.
I quickly undo the diaper.
"Oh, God, what a mess!" I say, disgusted. "Did you do that!"
The sissy didn't answer.
"I said DID YOU DO THAT!" I said, raising my voice.
"Yes, Mistress," he said, tears welling in his eyes. his
humiliation was so extreme he was practically paralyzed. he stared
up at me in a stupor of submissiveness.
"What a revolting sight!" I said. "And who do you think is
going to clean it up?!"
"I don't know, Mistress," he mumbled, gulping audibly, his
Adam's apple bobbing.
"UGH! I fell like just leaving you there like that, leaving
you permanently. Look at yourself! Just look at what you've done!"
The sissy looked down at himself, nearly purple with shame.
"I'm disgusting Mistress," he sobbed.
"Odious!" I said, "I wonder how I could even want to keep you.
What kind of human being allows himself to get into this condition!"
"A slave, Mistress," the quivering transvestite says, "A
worthless whore."
"A slave! Hah! Even slaves have dignity! You're barely a
slave... just a whore from the gutter."
With that, I left the bathroom for 15 minutes.
When I came back, the slave was still lying in place and still
trembling. he had the most miserable and pathetic look on his face
that I'd ever seen.
I showed him what I had brought.
"What do you think darling?" I said. "Don't you think this
moment deserves to be recorded in the annals of history? Or is that
anals of history?" I said pleasantly.
I help up my One-Step camera.
"MISTRESS!!!" the slave panted, "NO! NO!!!"
"Oh, so you think you have a choice in this?" I asked. "Well,
maybe you do, after all."
I picked up a bullwhip that was usually kept in his study, as
a joke.
"I will use one or the other, the choice is yours."
he hesitated, trying to determine whether I was serious.
I was quite serious.
I took the bullwhip and ran it along his chest, around his
neck, over his face, so that he could feel and smell the leather.
Then I picked it up over my head and whipped the air once.
"You know, I've never used one of these," I said, "I guess now
is as good a time as any."
And with that, I gave him a stroke across his thighs.
Despite himself, he yelped. A red welt immediately mottled
his flesh.
"This could be quite interesting, though a bit cruel, " I
said. "Of course, by testing it on you, I would be sure not to hurt
the next one I used it on. I cannot guarantee the same for you,
naturally. Trial and error, I guess."
"No, please, not that," he whispered.
"Just as well," I said, dropping the whip, and focusing the
camera. CLICK! CLICK!
The pop of the flash made the slave's eyes blink. I took 3
shots of him. The photos, developing instantly, were proof of his
complete, willing debasement.
"This photo I will put in my purse. I will carry it with me to
show to whomever I please... You'll know that I always have it and
that - at any time I may show it to a friend, or a stranger... to
anyone I please.
"The 2nd photo I'm taping in the bottom of your underwear
drawer. Every time you open the drawer, you'll see this image of
yourself. I think it'll help keep you constantly reminded of who you
really are, and under whose control you remain."
The 3d photo goes in an envelope, addressed to a porno
magazine to which I subscribe. The envelope will be kept in my safety
deposit box at the bank. Along with the photo will be a full
description of you & your fetishes, advising all interested parties
that you are for rent. It will be quite clear by this photo that you
can be rented for ANYTHING! Anything at all.
"Many people would like to rent a slave to whom they can do
absolutely whatever they please, for only a small fee. It'll be sent
to the magazine the next time you do something so disobedient and
disrespectful that I decide I'm tired of punishing you. Renting you,
after all, is an option that I have. I don't see the point is simply
dismissing you when your services could be turned to profit."
I put the camera away.
"Now stand up," I commanded him drily. he quickly rose to his
feet.
"Get into the tub," I said. "Time for another bath. This time,
a little different."
he climbed in, breathing heavily. I kicked the soiled diaper
under the sink.
"You'll dispose that later," I said, "when you clean the
house."
I pulled the shower faucet on.
A thunderous shower of ice-water poured down onto the slave's
body. he wanted to cry out, but only stared at me piteously,
controlling himself.
"Now, take the soap and start cleaning yourself," I said. I
handed him a gray bar from the sink. "Use the pumice soap: it'll get
you extra clean."
he obediently took the bar and began to cleanse himself. I
knew the pumice would irritate him, particularly in sensitive places
like his cock, scrotum, and asshole. They would continue to sting for
hours.
he began shivering with cold. I turned the water to hot...
now a steaming stream of water erupted from the tap, scalding his skin
to a rosy hue. he began to hop about, trying to avoid the jet of
burning water. "Stand still," I said.
I shut the water and pulled him towards me, to inspect him. I
turned him around, and bent him over, then inspected his asshole
closely to make sure he'd done a good job.
"Let's see... did you clean yourself properly?" I said. "Aha!
Just as I thought! You still have some filth on you! What an infant! I
should keep you in a diaper all the time!"
With that, I began spanking him. "You'll do a better job next
time! Now, start counting! And thank me after each slap!"
I gave him 75 loud and hard strokes on each cheek. The slave
counted each hit in a choked voice, and thanked me each time. Every 10
strokes, I'd check his genitals.
"My, my," I said sarcastically, "what a big surprise! Or,
should I say, what a LITTLE surprise! Hard again, aren't you!"
"Yes, Mistress," he said, taking each spank so submissively.
"Of course you are," I said, "you're always hot. I've never
seen you when you weren't!"
I gave him 20 more spanks on his upper thighs.
Then I turned the water on again - this time at a moderate
temperature, and said, "I guess if I want the job done right I'll have
to do it myself!"
I took the toilet brush and rubbed soap on it.
"Bend over! Spread your legs wide apart!"
he obeyed and I scrubbed his asshole till it burned bright
red.
Then I rinsed him off with cold water.
"Get out," I commanded.
he climbed out of the tub. his face was as red as his bottom.
I took a towel and wrapped it around him like a sarong. Then I went to
the other room and returned holding a pink nightgown I occasionally
used on him.
he was familiar with this routine and patiently waited to be
dressed. I unbound his wrists, caressing the marks the cuffs had
made, and kissing them. I pulled his hands through the sleeves and
bound them again. his body was still wet and the flimsy clinging
fabric revealed his body in a lurid and grotesque way.
I led him into the bedroom. First, I took a photo and taped it
into his underwear drawer, as promised. Then I removed 5 pairs of
panties. The first 4 were great big pink nylon ones that always made
him look totally idiotic. The 3d pair were my favorites: red frilly
ones with the entire crotch are cut out. I pushed him down on the
bed, then took some Elmer's glue and pulled down the front of the
nightgown. I dribbled glue all over his nipples and aureoles. I glued a
panty over each tit. I balled up the other two and place each in the
open fabric, then balled them up, like wantons. I secured each wanton
with small safety pins. Then effect was utterly absurd.
But when I replaced the nightgown it looked almost realistic.
I sat him up and swiveled him around. I pulled the bodice until he
gasped. Then I took a needle and thread and sewed him into his outfit.
I didn't want to use safety pins in case one opened during the scene I
had planned. Besides, sewing him in gave me the opportunity of cutting
him out.
When I was done, I turned him around again. Now he looked
like he had two very large soft tits. I grabbed his hair and pulled
his head down... with the other hand I grabbed a tit and pulled it up
towards his mouth.
The tits were big enough that he could kiss them, just the
way real girls with big tits can do.
"Go ahead," I said, "I want to watch."
he kissed the fabric, sucking it between his teeth, looking
up at me, his eyes submissive and bright.
I took the peek-a-boo panties and put them on him. Then I made
him stand up. I took shears and cut the gown. First, I made it a
minidress.
"Look at yourself in the mirror!" I said.
he gazed at himself in fascination. I walked over and cut the
hem yet hight. Now he could almost see the bottom of his scrotum.
What he could not fail to see, of course, were his enormous tits.
The way I'd sewn him in, he looked like he possessed a
statuesque body. his big tits made his hips seem quite small. To
accentuate the waist, I fastened a wide elastic belt around him. Now,
he really looked stacked.
I got my camera and took a few more photos.
Then I began directing him to pose for me. At first he was
clumsy, but soon he began to pose so sluttishly, it was startling to
see the transformation.
"Stick out your butt!" I said, " Turn around! Pout! Look like
you're begging to be fucked! Throw your head back and thrust out your
hips! You're such a whore! Show us how desperate you are to get
fucked by anyone who wants you! Show us how proud you are of your
tits!"
I came over and untied his hands.
"Go on! Play with yourself! Turn around and stick your fingers
in your ass for the camera! Spread your buttocks and wiggle! No one
would ever guess that you were anything but the biggest whore! Stick
out those tits! Suck them while you stick your hand up under your
dress!" Soon he was drenched with sweat from excitement. The
nightgown clung to him. Aside from the huge hard-on he looked like a
woman. I grasped the shear and now cut the hem all the way above his
genitals. I cuffed his wrists again. Then I took a spreader bar &
attached it to his ankles. Then I pushed him down on the bed, took a
final photo, and shut the lights.
I had one more little surprise
I went to the bathroom and strapped on a harness & dildo.
Seven pink inches of rubber cock. And, underneath, a clitoral
stimulator so I would be satisfied as well. I applied vaseline to the
tip of the cock and emerged.
I mounted the sissy slowly, so he couldn't tell what I was
doing. When he felt that huge life-like cock start to penetrate him
asshole, he nearly screamed with fright. he tried to relax his
asshole and take it in... but it was big for him, and I pushed
forcefully.
As I did, I said,
"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it! This is what
you've been dreaming about, isn't it! Well, this is the only kind of
fucking you're ever going to get from me! Right up inside your
asshole!"
"Can you feel your tits! From now on, you're going to have to
wear them whenever I say. I'm going to take you out with them on! I'll
play with them in front of whomever I like. I'll make you suck on them
for my girlfriends, so they can see what a slutty lesbian you are!"
"What do you think of that!" I said, reaching down and
pinching the head of his stiff cock. It was so swollen by now, he was
writhing and moaning and weeping and screaming with excitement. I felt
it sticking into my belly, drops of pre-cum oozing out.
"Please Mistress PLEASE PLEASE MAY I CUM!!!" shouted the slut,
in his agony of heat, "PLEASE MISTRESS!!!"
"Tell me what you are, " I ordered.
"I'm a WHORE, Mistress," he screamed, "I'm a WHORE, I'm a
SLAVE, YOU OWN ME, I'm nothing, Mistress, I'm a worthless filthy
whore, I'm YOUR WHORE!"
"Yes, you are," I said, panting now myself, "Yes, you are, and
yes you may cum."
And as his grateful screams filled my ears, I felt myself
bursting into orgasm as well.
