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GimpinDenial -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (4/22/2008 7:16:04 PM)
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If I had more time, this would have had more detail...
But I admit to rushing it....
The chill in the air caused goosebumps to form upon the boys skin...
"I want you to understand this very carefully. You are mine now."
A demure looking woman wearing a red sundress said as she lifted the boys chin so she could look deep into his eyes.
"The contract has been signed and your limits have been set. What I choose to do with you from here until the release of this bond will be done with complete compliance from you. Is that understood?"
The boy, young and naive, had a look of awe as he unflinchingly replied;
"Yes, Mistress. I understand."
"Good. Remove your clothes. I will be back and I expect you to be on your knees, with your hands on behind your back"
The mistress demanded as she sauntered out of the dimly lit room.
The boys name was Marcus. He stood six one at a hundred and ninety pounds. He was once a football linebacker in high school so he was 85 percent muscle.
The day he turned eighteen he had decided upon finding an alternative lifestyle.
In the age of the internet being at your fingertips, he had long ago found the adult websites that hosted stories and images about female domination.
His curiosity got the better of him. Once he found a forum that dealt with these issues he began his quest as newbie, only to be denied over and over. One day, another submissive replied to a post with some advice.
"You should try a professional dominate. This way you can test the waters with varying degrees and give you some level of experience."
With this, Marcus sought a market place. Finding one in the area that had reasonable fees and specialized with beginners.
Her name was Mistress Tabitha.
Although Marcus was attracted to the perky blonde teens that he had become accustomed to in high school, Mistress Tabitha was without a doubt the most attractive woman he had laid eyes upon.
The first session dealt with light bondage and play full levels of whipping.
Six months later, the sessions evolved into inescapable situations and being tortured.
Mistress Tabitha offered a deal that Marcus could not refuse. After six months of twice a week sessions, she wanted to make Marcus a permanent personal slave.
This meant that they would meet on a personal level, and no money would be exchanged, allowing them to introduce sexual scenarios into the equation.
They sat down, and drew up a years contract attached with limits.
That was a week before, and today, as Marcus stood in the large dungeon style play room, he would officially become a collared slave of Mistress Tabitha.
His skin shivered slightly as he folded his clothes neatly into a pile. The floor was polished mahogany wood that conducted the cold into his feet. Sending chills as he walked to the center of the room, with his back to the door, and sank to his knees.
He took a deep breath, feeling himself become aroused as he imagined what was to come. He clasped his hands behind his back, keeping himself erect, and lowered his head to stare at a spot a foot in front of his knees.
The room that Mistress Tabitha called "The Dungeon of Desire" painted black with the ceiling a dark red to match the floor.
On opposite walls hung whips, floggers, cat-o-nine tails, crops, restraints, masks, and gags.
The wall opposite the entrance was home to a St. Andrews cross. On either side was a spanking bench and a black leathered massage table.
Mistress Tabitha stood at the entrance, pleased that her new slave chose to place his back to the door. It showed his level of trust for her.
She held in one hand a collar that she had chosen just for him. Three inches wide with ding rings at the front an side.
Her high heeled boots clicked as she slowly approached the boy.
"That's a good slave." Mistress Tabitha said as she brushed his close cropped hair.
She had admired him since the first day entered the hallway of the Studio she kept in the city.
It was rare for a woman in her profession to find such a young, fit,and adventurous young specimen, and she had hoped for this day to come.
She grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back slightly. To make it easier to place the collar around his neck from behind.
Once it was in place, Mistress Tabitha decided that instead of the usual routine in the dungeon, she would take him to a room he had never been before.
She had wanted to progressively train him into this field, but the desire take him at that moment consumed her.
Mistress Tabitha walked to the wall to select a mask. Once she had selected one with removable blind and mouth gags..she instructed Marcus to put it on.
Once satisfied, she attached a leash the the front d-ring of the collar and led her precious morsel out of the Dungeon.
The studio contained various other rooms,an all white medical room, transgender parlor, padded cell, and lastly; her playroom.
The play room was off limits to clientele. Her profession did not allow sexual intercourse, so it was reserved for those like Marcus.
It was by far the bigger and more lavish than the Dungeon, with leather padded walls and a soft leather matting on the floor.
Hung dead center was a swing, and the walls sported some of the same equipment as the Dungeon. The exceptions are the array of dildos, massagers, vibrators and strap ons that each had their place among narrow benches around the room.
A few contraptions hand made to her specifications sat idle here and there, waiting to be used.
Mistress Tasha has kept the discussion of toys to a minimum when the limits were set. She knew Marcus was eager to please, and the thought of toys that invaded his rectum might scare the boy to setting limits against anal play.
Marcus smelled the rich aroma of the room as he entered, feeling the soft doe skin beneath his feet. His cock began to grow harder and wagged side to side as he was lead by his Mistress.
"On all fours, slave." Mistress Tasha instructed with a tug of the leash for good measure.
Marcus knelt as he was told and felt the leash being removed.
Mistress Tasha walked over to a movable device that she had designed herself. It consisted of using a kneeling bench that had a spreader bar run along the front lip. At the base an adjustable bar back and to a tee that held two cuffs.
She placed the device near Marcus, and using a crop paddled his rear to sent him into position.
His chest lay onto the bench, and his wrist were bound the she spreader bar.
His knees were placed into the cuffs and a buckle was placed around his thighs, essentially locking him into a permanent doggy style position with his legs spread slightly apart.
She stood back to admire her pet. She toyed with his buttocks, spanking each one gently with her hand.
Then she selected a paddle to give his cheeks a bright rosie glow.
Occasionally she would massage his buttocks after a blow was received by a strong moan from behind the boys gag of the mask.
She allowed her fingers to brush ever so slightly against his rosebud. Each time more probing the before.
The desire swelling inside of her, she stopped and selected a strap on that hung from the wall.
It was designed with a vaginal plug for the wearer and the dildo that extended from the front was made from silicone and was seven inches long and two inches in diameter. The "balls" were special design made of a Sloane pouch will two leather balls that were filled with styrofoam beads.
I was one of her favorites.
She had begun to reach for her bottle of Amorist, but then a thought and a smile washed over her.
Standing in front of Marcus, she unsnapped the blindfold for him to see.
Marcus eyes quickly adjusted to see his Mistress standing before him in all of her glory.
She wore leather from her neck down. The halter was ipen breasted, allowing her breasts to be framed. Chaps ran down her legs and disappeared into thigh high boots. The sight she held in her hand made his heart beat race.
The look of fear amused Mistress Tasha as she stroked the dildo slowly . His eyes pleaded with her not to proceed, but she knew that she wanted to confirm he was hers, by taking his virgin ass.
The wicked smile that planted firmly on his Mistress's face quashed any hopes that Marcus could beg for this not to happen. Even after she removed the mask, which included the gag.
"Mistress, pleease, no." He simpered the moment a fresh breath entered his lungs.
"Are you sure? I thought you were sincere when you had understood that whatever I did to you from here on out was non negotiable." Mistress Tasha cooed as she brushed his cheek with her free hand.
"I did Mistress, but I...." Marcus began, but saw the look of disappointment in his Mistress's eyes.
He felt her warm soothing touch as she caressed his face.
"I am yours, Mistress. To do as you please." He finally relented.
Mistress Tasha was pleased by these words. She walked behind him, and began to slowly rub the silicone lubricant onto his hole.
She knew it was just enough for initial penetration, but she wanted to hear the boys cries as she raped his ass without mercy.
She sank to her knees, and began to rub the head of the dildo just outside his anus.
"Do you feel that, slave? Feel my cock?" She asked as she pressed it firmly against his hole.
"Yes, Mistress." Marcus whimpered, not knowing what to expect.
She placed one hand on his hip, while holding the dildo firmly in her hand. In front of them, mounted on the wall was a wide dress mirror. She wanted to see his face, and for him to see hers.
She pushed, just enough for the head to enter.
"Oh, shit...no, no,no,no, please no!" Marcus wailed as the pain began to spread.
His heartbeat raced and he felt semi hard erection become flaccid and hang limply.
"Mmmm, yes." Mistress Tasha said as she saw the look of pain Marcus displayed in the mirror.
"You will take this and learn to love it, slut!" She said as she firmly gripped both of his hips.
Marcus saw his Mistress in the mirror, and the look of sheer pleasure that bathed her.
He bit his lip as he braced himself for more pain.
"YES...there it goes" Mistress Tasha cried as she thrust her hips forward an inch more.
Marcus wanted to scream out, for help, for the pain to stop, for the intrusion to exit him.
Involuntarily, his muscles tried to expel the dildo, creating more pain.
"Please, Mistress. Please be gentle, please!" The last word came out as a grunted squeal as his Mistress pushed further inside of him.
The dildo was only a quarter of the way in before Mistress Tasha slowly withdrew, so that she could get more leverage for the next thrust.
It went almost halfway and she was rewarded with another cry of agony from the boy.
His face was red, and the look of terror only enthralled her passion more.
She slowly withdrew once more, and allowed a stream of spittle to fall where flesh and toy met
The next thrust was more than three quarters of the way in.
Marcus almost fainted as the pain swelled more than he could ever imagine feeling. His mind screamed at the rape and the violation. Although he bit his lip to prevent his cries, he bellowed once more shrieking aloud and trying to move his hips away. The hands that grasped his hips were stronger than his buckings, and kept him right were she wanted him.
"There it is!" She said with glee as she trust one more time all the way in.
She bent forward and grasped Marcus's hair looking at him in the mirror.
He eyes had welled up and a few tears fell down his cheeks.
Breathing softly into his ear, she whispered;
"No, you are truly my little slut." and nibbled on his lobe as he continued to weep.
She reached down, and picked the bottle of Amorist and withdrew the strap on until just the head was still inside. Adding a little more lube, she stroked her cock and then slapped his ass before she smeared the rest of the lube onto his back.
The tears pooled at the bottom of his chin, and his nose began to run. Marcus eyed his Mistress as she slapped him. She was surrounded with an aura like glow as her smile broadened by the look on his face.
Mist res Tasha had a secret fetish of seeing true tears flow from her submissives. The beads of salty essence enraptured her more as she felt her loins grow hotter.
This made her want to thrust her hips harder and faster.
So, she did.
She kept her eyes on his face as she fucked his ass savagely, not swaying to his pleas to be mercy. On occasion, with each deep thrust she slapped the meaty flesh of his buttocks.
Her paced quickened as her orgasm began to mount. The thrusts became harder as her hips hit bone.
The "ball sac" swayed to slap Marcus's balls and soon he became aroused once more. The thought that him being raped to be exciting, began to mount fears into his mind. How could he possibly enjoy this?
The raw grating that raged from his anus cause him to cry out once again. Which only instilled Mistress Tasha's passion further.
Her body began to quiver as thee electric feeling surged though her and fluids began to erupt from her pussy. She thrust faster and more savagely as she climaxed.
Mistress Tasha gripped another handful of Marcus's hair as she pumped the last few short thrusts at the ebb of her orgasm. She turned his head, and licked a tear that had begun to flow.
She stayed there, on her knees with the dildo still embedded deep; catching her breath.
"Did you enjoy that, slut?" She asked as she stroked his engorged shaft.
A new wave of tears began to flow as she did this and he saw the joy in her eyes.
What have I become? Marcus asked himself as the pain begun to wash away with each slow stroke.
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