Fiction: fs01 - Part 65

Author’s Note: This takes place a few days after Part 64.

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LXV

I let my thoughts drift while I wait patiently in the living room.  Mistress has gone with Brittany out of state to help her finalize her move. Lisa is coming to house sit. I like Lisa. She is nice and her bashful pseudo-innocence is always cute.

I’m happy that Mistress has bonded with Brittany. Theresa and B have been going out less and less. I have a feeling their relationship is reaching the next level of seriousness. Dominique has been traveling Europe since the ski trip. According to Mistress, Lisa has been heading home immediately after work on most days. Mistress hadn’t spent much time with any of them since the ski trip and I know that her social life is important to her well-being. Having a close friend to spend time with really keeps her spirits in a good mood.

Now that I think about it, it feels like it’s been a very long time since I found myself alone with Lisa. The times I have spent with her have been good, often healing me when I found myself struggling with my feelings and needing the comfort. I’m actually a bit excited.

I hear the front door’s lock turn and open. I hurry to the entryway to greet her. Her back is to me as I enter and bow my head.

“It is good to see you, Miss Lisa.”

“Hello, fur.”

I straighten myself up and watch as she brushes the light bit of snow from her shoulders and hat. My heart flutters for an instant. Lisa turns to me and nods, acknowledging my presence and I’m taken back a bit. She seems different. Her coat, hat, and boots look like they came from Mistress’s wardrobe. She has changed her hairstyle, instead of appearing a bit plain or businesslike it seems a lot more glamorous and fashionable. Her make-up is done up, again a contrast to the woman I am used to seeing.

I approach her slowly and help her out of her coat. The scent of an unfamiliar perfume wafts out from the fur collar of her coat. As she turns towards me I’m a bit surprised. When she visits to house sit she’s usually in a work suit or jeans and a sweater but today she’s wearing an expensive skirt and a very nice blouse that compliments her complexion and figure quite well. I blush a little.

“You look very lovely today, Miss Lisa.”

“I don’t remember giving you speech privileges, fur. Hurry and fetch me a robe and slippers.”

She shoos me away with her hand. I scurry away processing the difference in her personality. She feels… aloof. I quickly select a robe and matching slippers from the coat closet. When I return I’m surprised to find her standing directly outside. She reaches out with her hands and takes my nipples between her fingers, gently massaging them before giving a gentle squeeze. I close my eyes, moan, and press my thighs together as she continues to play with them. I open my eyes as her hands leave my body and I find her gaze piercing me with a direct stare.

A sly grin covers her face. I feel like that was a declaration statement: “Look at me, I’m not going to blush.”

She extends her arm, mimicking Mistress’s motion, and I gently slide the robe onto her. I wrap it around her body and lift her hair from inside the collar. Moving to her front I cinch the belt around her waist and drop to my knees.

My body tingles as I unzip her boots. They are out of character for her, knee high with sharp heels. The feeling begins to creep in that maybe they aren’t out of character… what I expect from her is for a previous version of her. I gently guide her foot into the slipper and work on the other boot. I can hear her breathing. I recognize that style of breathing. I slide the second slipper on her foot and raise my head, preparing myself to stand.

“Complete the ritual.”

Her voice is cold. Commanding. I lower my head and plant a kiss on her foot, first the right foot, then the left. I raise my head but she stops me abruptly by clearing her throat.

“Like you mean it.”

My soul shakes under her words. The joy fades from my eyes. I lower my head again and firmly plant my lips on the top of the slipper. I press in and place a kiss. I repeat this with the other foot. I keep my head bowed awaiting her instructions.

“Good boy.”

A smile comes over my lips and I slowly rise. She hands me a bag.

“Take this to the kitchen and set me a place. I’ll take white wine to drink.”

I nod and lead the way to the kitchen. At the table I retrieve a plate and silverware and remove the contents from the bag. A box from the colonel. I place its contents upon the plate, making sure it presents itself neatly. The smell causes my mouth to water. I pour a glass of wine and help her with her chair. Normally I would prepare to sit with her but today I know better.

“You may kneel.”

I nod and drop to my knees. I try to avoid looking at her as I hear her savor bites of chicken, mashed potatoes, and her biscuit. She taps her hand on the table and I look up. She holds a small cut of chicken in her fingers before my eyes, pausing before she drops it on the floor in front of me. I quickly bend down and place it in my mouth. I enjoy the flavor as my teeth chew up the tiny bit of meat. My stomach suddenly twists a little, reminding me that I haven’t eaten since breakfast and it’s now dinner time.

This time I keep my eyes focused upward.

“More wine.”

I stand and refill her glass before returning to my spot on the floor. Another tap on the table and another bit of chicken follows. I eagerly scarf it down. A third bit never follows. As I refill her wine again I notice the plate is barren except for the bones and a few bits of skin.

She leans back in the chair and takes a few gulps of wine.

“You may speak.”

“Thank you, Miss Lisa. I haven’t seen you in a while. I hope you have been well.”

“I have been well, fur. After the ski trip my husband finally agreed to move things out of the bedroom and into our daily life. It was an adjustment at first, but since then I’ve just started to run with it and enjoy myself. Your Mistress is quite a positive role model in that regards. Do I seem different?”

“Yes, Miss Lisa.”

“Is that good or bad?”

I pause to reflect for a moment, needing to choose my words carefully.

“I have always thought you are wonderful, Miss Lisa. Now you are a different kind of wonderful.”

Lisa lets out a small and playful laugh before taking another gulp of wine. She smiles as she sets the glass down.

“Cassandra is always so right about everything. Fetch my bag from my car and return it to the living room.”

“Yes, Miss Lisa.”

I rise from the floor, top off her wine, and help her out of her chair before heading to the door. Outside it’s snowing large, sticky flakes as I make my way to her car. I brush the snow off the trunk, open it, and retrieve her overnight bag before returning to the house. I find her in the living room and I place the bag next to her on the sofa.

“Lay on your back.”

I climb down to the floor and turn onto my back. She unzips her bag and begins to dig through it. I feel a twinge of fear rush through me. Out of the corner of my eye I see her hand rise holding a book. I let out a tiny sigh of relief.

“Move closer.”

I shuffle until my shoulder presses against the couch. She sits back and places her feet on my chest. I lie still while my eyes wander. Her perfume lingers. The shine of her black stockings. The feel of her feet on my chest as she wiggles her toes. I’m a bit thankful she isn’t trampling me.

My eye catches a glimpse of the book’s cover. 101 Shades Beiger. It must be part of the series that Mistress was reading and that the women spoke about at the group. Lisa’s breathing abruptly shifts and she rubs her thighs together while I hear the page turn. I smile a bit, she must be enjoying herself. A small moan follows and I feel the pressure of her feet increase, her toe digging into my sternum. Another moan. I feel her wait shift forward and I hear her ruffle through her bag. A faint buzzing sound appears as I hear the pages of the book.

I feel the weight of her feet shift as she opens and closes her thighs. Lisa has grown quite a bit braver. The buzzing continues. I’m surprised when she speaks.

“fur, your Mistress pegs you a lot doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Miss Lisa.”

“Do you like it?”

“No, Miss Lisa, I hate it.”

“What does it feel like?”

“It hurts, Miss Lisa. It’s uncomfortable. It makes me feel violated… helpless… I can’t get away.”

“Interesting.” She pauses and lets out a moan before continuing.

“Don’t some men love it and think it feels good?”

“I think some do, Miss Lisa. If they can relax.”

“Don’t you relax?”

“I can’t relax, Miss Lisa. As soon as something gets close my body just struggles to get away on its own.”

“I can relate to that. I had a boyfriend in college once that wanted to do it doggy style and then put it in my ass. I just wanted to get away but he kept trying to go at it. I kicked him in the face and broke his nose.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Miss Lisa. He deserved that.”

“That was ages ago. So if your Mistress just restrains you, why do you still hate it?”

“It makes my heart hurt, Miss Lisa. It brings up memories that aren’t fun.”

“So why do you allow it?”

“Because it would hurt worse to disappoint Mistress. She usually comforts me when she’s done.”

“So… restraints and aftercare. Got it.”

Lisa leans over and grins down at me. Her hair hangs down, framing her face. Something doesn’t feel right in my heart. I feel her feet press in as she sits back and resumes her book. The buzzing continues and the moans soon follow.

“Miss Lisa.”

“Yes, fur?”

“The new you is exceptionally beautiful.”

Lisa lets out a calm sigh and begins to move her feet around on my torso. Her left foot traces its way down and finds the ridge of my chastity belt. She begins to press harder, sliding her foot forward and back. The pressures digs the seams of the belt into my skin. Lisa follows by moving her right foot upward and rests her heel on my neck. She lets out a moan and presses her foot down, digging the metal inside my collar into my neck and lightly applying pressure to my throat.

“You know fur. Your Mistress gave me permission to peg you. I got permission from my husband as well. ‘Better him than me,’ he said. This will be my first time and I won’t be gentle.”

I feel a pit form in my chest. She drowns out my whimper with her moans. She shifts her foot and I find myself struggling for air.

“Are you scared?”

“Yes, Miss Lisa. Terrified.”

“Good. I never knew it could feel so good to make a sub suffer with anticipation.”

She lets out another moan.

“Are you going to submit to it willingly or do I have to beat you into submission? Dominique has been teaching me how to use a single tail.”

My face contorts in anguish as I frown and close my eyes tightly.

“I will obey you, Miss Lisa.”

“Good boy. Get up, I wish to enjoy your body.”

I roll over and climb to my knees, taking a position directly in front of her. I place my arms at my sides. I look at her knees. I feel distraught. She lifts my chin with her finger and stares into my eyes. Lisa’s face beams… she’s radiant. Her fingers find my nipples and she begins to twist and tease. The scent of her perfume fills my nose and my sex strains against the belt. I let out a light moan.

Lisa leans her head forward, her lips just inches away. My face displays desire. She moves in. I relax myself and close my eyes, ready to meet her kiss. It never arrives. I hear her voice whisper into my ear.

“Naughty boy, as If I’d kiss you.”

She breaks into a full on laugh. I struggle with confusion.

“You know, fur, Your Mistress told me all about your little penis problem. I think it’s cute that you thought I was going to kiss you like you were a man. I’ll never be able to see you that way ever again. That doesn’t mean I won’t find a use for you.”

I swallow as my lip begins to quiver.

“Isn’t that the best a sissy with a useless dick can hope for? Every woman needs a servant. You have a mouth, a tongue, hands, and a hole.”

A wave of shame crashes over me. I want to run and hide. I show my dejection on my face.

“Why so sad, sissy? Have I said anything that isn’t true?”

“But, Miss Lisa...”

“You didn’t expect to hear that from me?”

I shake my head. Her laughter builds, starting softly but growing until she’s holding her sides. My chest tightens as I feel myself shrinking.

“Dealing with my husband this past month has really opened my eyes. The old me was always worried about being too mean. I’ve learned since then that there’s no such thing… as long as it’s true. While my husband is submissive, I still let him fuck me when he earns it. He still CAN fuck me.”

I cover my face with my hands. Why is she saying this? I feel her hands close around my wrists and pull them away.

“You should feel lucky that your Mistress takes on women lovers. I doubt a limp-dick little sissy is much use to her in that role. Without that she’d probably leave you.”

A tear trickles down my cheek. I quietly sob. I can’t contain it and I begin to wail and weep.

“If you have time to feel sorry for yourself you have time to be useful. Suck my toes.”

She parts her robe and slides her stocking tops down to her knees. I carefully remove her slippers and her stockings, sniffling as I go. As my mouth closes around her big toe I gently form a suction and flick my tongue against its pad. She lets out a low moan as the buzz of the toy resumes its work.

My heart feels hollowed out. To dull its ache I focus on the task at hand. Being useful makes me feel better. By the time I’ve worked my way halfway down her foot I can smell her. She moans and writhes as the book pages continue to turn one by one. As long as I am useful I am acceptable. That is the mantra of my life.

Lisa’s words continue to echo through me, resonating upon my deepest fears. I sniffle deeply as I shift to her other foot. If this was Mistress she would have scolded me by now for being distracted. This is not Mistress.

Her foot spasms as she moans deeply, jamming my lower lip against my teeth. By the shifting around in her seat and the smell of her sex I believe that Lisa just had an orgasm. A small bit of regret enters my heart. I normally would have been more focused and aware… and I have missed out on one of the greatest pleasures of my existence. I’m so fucking selfish. I am ashamed.

I embrace the hollowed out feelings. Get me out of my head. Enjoy the glorious privilege of serving and pleasuring a woman. This is, in fact, what I live for. While she is not Mistress, I am here representing Mistress to her. My eyes dry themselves while I turn up the intensity and focus on the task at hand.

Lisa moans deeply, a fluttering cry leaves her lungs. I hear the book hit the floor as my tongue traces down the side of her toe and stimulates in between them. She curses into the air and grips the sofa, I hear the squeak of skin and nails upon its surface. This is how I feel whole. This is how I redeem myself. I feel myself fade away. I become a machine built for pleasure.

She pulls her foot away from me. I do not chase it. I rise on my knees and await instructions. Lisa shuffles forward on the sofa. She leans forward, her face nearly touching mine. Her whisper resounds with seduction.

“That was heavenly.”

Her lips remain, just off my cheek. I feel the warmth of her breath. My mind remains blank as her perfume fills my nose. She doesn’t love me. I exist simply for her pleasure.

“Smart boy. You learn quickly.”

I open my eyes and watch as she digs through her bag and presents a Reverb and harness. She takes it in her hands and glides her grip up and down the shaft.

“I wonder why they make these so much bigger than most men actually are. Have you ever thought about that?”

I swallow hard as my eyes stay fixed on her hands. She shifts her tone to a sultry vibe.

“When I showed this to my husband it terrified him. Does it terrify you as well?”

I nod my head.

“That makes me happy to hear that. I really thought you’d be used to it by now, you know, being used. I mean, even at work where I’m her assistant, Cassandra treats me with respect and cares about my well-being. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to exist to be used… and to not really matter.”

I close my eyes and keep my head down. Lisa lets out a small laugh.

“I don’t even know why I’m worrying about any of this. Everyone knows that feelings only matter if someone else cares about them.”

I feel my spine tingle as a chill runs through me. Lisa scares me. Even if this is a bit of an act these words feel genuine. I retreat inside in an effort to cope.

She extends her hand and caresses the fur on my earmuff.

“Your Mistress spoils you. If you were my slave I would keep you naked and in chains. Clothing is a luxury and unnecessary for someone of your status. I do have to admit though, it takes all of myself control to keep from laughing in your face whenever I see you, so maybe there is some value to dressing you up.”

Her finger tugs the ring on the front of my collar, forcing the spikes to bite into my flesh.

“How does the slave respond to this?”

“I exist to please you, Miss Lisa.”

“Yessssss.” She hisses her ‘s’ at the end.

“I’ll have to remember to thank Cassandra for this. I’ve fantasized about this rape fantasy for years. It makes me wet just thinking about it. I’ve heard this is the standard way that your Mistress ‘makes love’ to you. Trust me when I tell you that this is nothing of that sort. I want you to hurt… to struggle… to scream and cry. I will make sure that you do not enjoy it.”

My body trembles.

“Meet me in the bedroom. Face down, butt up.”

I nod in response. My body moves slowly. I have to will every action to happen as the battle between my brain and my instincts rages on. I don’t want this. I don’t want this.

In the bedroom I take slow strides toward the bed. My heart pounds. My chest heaves for breath. The agitation builds as every nerve in my body screams to run away. I bend at the waist and lay my stomach down on the bed. I spread my legs and reach my arms in the direction of the bedposts. I lie for an eternity.

I hear the door and paces across the carpet. Without a word I feel my ankles being secured to the bedposts. She pulls my hands behind my back and secures them with a lock. I begin to whimper.

“You must be hungry.”

Immediately following her words her hand crams something into my mouth. It takes only a moment for me to realize it is her panties, fresh with her juices. A leash connects to my collar. Lisa hovers at the edge of my peripherals, I crane my neck but I cannot see her. I hear another click and feel a tug on my wrists, forcing them up my back in a painful fashion. An alternating series of tugs between that and the collar leash lead me to believe she has attached a strap to my wrists.

Her hand lifts the back of my dress. The touch of fur grazes my skin. I assume she must have put on a coat or borrowed one of Mistress’s. The sound of lube on silicon reaches my ears. I begin to whimper and sob. The head spreads my thighs and finds its way to my rectum. I shift my hips forward trying to get away.

A pull on the leash keeps me in place and I feel her hand firmly on my back, holding my hands several inches above my waist. The position hurts. I make a feeble attempt to cry out.

The tip applies pressure and retreats. Pressure and retreats. I sense her toying with me. A strong push and I feel her violate me, plunging it deep inside of me. My head bucks back and I scream as the tears roll down my face. She begins to pound her hips against mine, thrusting aggressively. Her breathing shifts to a pant as she grunts louder and louder with each motion. I sob and weep. Helpless. Unable to move. I am a hole.

I am nothing but a hole.

I don’t know how much time has passed. I just know the pain has stopped. A trail of drool beads on the side of my mouth and along my cheek. My body continues to weep and sob on its own. My bottom aches. My wrists ache. My back and neck ache. I hear the click of the locks as she releases my ankles.

“Climb up on the bed.”

Lisa’s tone is noticeably different. I shove myself up and shimmy up with my knees. I feel the bed lurch as she climbs on after me. I turn my head and see her. She wears Mistress’s silver fox coat and hat. She looks like a Tsarina. The coat falls open showing her in nothing but a bra otherwise. Her eyes are red and misty. She rubs one of them with the base of her palm. She presses against my shoulder and I turn away. She doesn’t want me to see her right now.

I feel her body against mine. She must have discarded the strap on. She wraps her arms around me and I feel her shudder and weep into my back.  I gently remove her saliva soaked panties from my mouth and toss them to the floor.

“What’s wrong, Miss Lisa?”

“I don’t know, fur. I’ll be back to the old Lisa tomorrow. I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“Keep up this persona. I feel so fucking awful. I feel terrible. I’ve been terrible.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Look at me. I made you cry earlier for my own amusement. I just raped you while you screamed and bawled, struggling to get away from me.”

She presses her face against my back.

“You’re beautiful, Miss Lisa.”

“Don’t say that!”

“But it’s true. You’re beautiful, just as you are.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because it’s true, Miss Lisa.”

“How is that true?”

“Because, silly. It turns me on.”

She begins to laugh between the tears.

“How does Cassandra do it? How does she keep this up without feeling guilty?”

“Practice.”

“Practice?”

“Mistress used to cry too.”

“What got her to stop?”

“I convinced her it was okay.”

Lisa lets out a smaller laugh that resounds of disbelief.

“Can you convince me?”

“Miss Lisa, today was the most beautiful that I have ever seen you. I think you are becoming a wonderful Domme.”

“Thank you, fur. I still feel like a newbie.”

“You’re so silly, Miss Lisa. Couldn’t you tell?”

“Tell what?”

“Before, I would submit to you because it was Mistress’s instructions. Today, you forced my submission to you with your dominance.”

Lisa hugs me tightly. Her tears have stopped. She still sniffles a bit.

“Miss Lisa.”

“Yes, fur?”

“Please be the new you tomorrow.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s beautiful… and I think you could use the practice.”

END ACT

Fiction: fs01 - Part 63

Author’s Note: This takes place about an hour after Part 62. It was originally intended to be part of 62 but both ended up running long.

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LXIII

At dinner, Mistress and Brittany talk about all sorts of things while I lurk in the background. Movies, books, television, music, fashion, shopping, vacations, and a lot of things that you hear new friends talk about while they get to know each other. They really have a lot in common.

After desert they return to the living room. The continuous wine keeps things loose and flowing.

“Have you ever had your foot tongued?”

“What the hell is that?”

“Like, a foot massage given with a tongue.”

“No. What’s it like?”

“Heavenly.”

“Can I see you first and then decide?”

“Of course.”

Mistress snaps her fingers. I lie down with my head next to her feet and inch my body across the floor. I gently remove the slipper from her foot.

“With hands.”

I grasp her foot softly in my hands and begin with my normal massage technique, working my thumbs around the nerve zones. Carefully I raise my head and press my tongue at the top of her sole, where the toes meet the foot. I press more firmly and work my tongue in a massaging motion as my thumbs work her arch. I hear Mistress’s hand grip the armrest of the couch as she slouches back and moans.

I slide my tongue around, dragging it up each toe from base to tip. My hands move to the heel and outer edge. Mistress moans again as the sound of ruffled fabric finds my ears. My heart smiles knowing I give her pleasure. I’m a tad disappointed that in this position I can’t see her. Normally I do this while she lays in bed. Mistress’s breathing increases as she lets out a long sigh with a few pulsed cries in between.

“No fucking way.” I’m not sure what sort of expression Brittany has on right now.

I glide across the arch, swirling in gentle moving circles and spirals. The sound of friction continues with a fervor. Mistress begins to thrash and groan as I work my tongue back up her foot. I close my mouth over her pinkie toe. I suck and flick my tongue over its pad. She rubs furiously, undeterred by the presence of her guest. Her breaths heave in and out as as pulsed cry of pleasure signals me that she’s done. She pulls her foot from my grasp and wiggles it a few times. I return the slipper to her foot and plant a kiss.

“pet.”

I return to my knees in front of her.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You let your thoughts drift there, didn’t you?”

I hang my head in shame. I feel her hands take hold of each of my nipples. I nod vigorously. Too late. She digs in her nails and gives them a firm pinch and twist. I let out a whimpering cry before she releases.

“So disappointing. I’m trying to show off your talents to our guest and you can’t stay focused.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Oh, you will be sorry, pet.”

Mistress sits back up in the couch.

“Are you ready, Brit?”

I glance up and watch as her face turns bright red and her mouth opens and closes like a goldfish. She raises her hands and contorts her fingers.

“Umm, maybe? Like, wow. Am I allowed to rub one out too? That’s okay, right?”

Mistress laughs a very hearty laugh.

“Would you prefer a toy?”

Her face lights up another shade as she ruffles her fingers through her hair.

“Aaaaagh. No. I mean yes. I mean no. I mean… yes, yes… definitely yes.”

“First time with an audience?”

Brittany places her palms over her eyes.

“Yes. Be Zen. I’m in my happy place. Be Zen. I’m in my happy place.”

“Would it be easier if I left the room?”

“Yes, definitely yes. Yes. Definitely.”

“But what if I want to watch?”

“God, Cass!”

Brittany presses her hands over her face and rocks forward at the waist. She quickly sits upright.

“Well just look at the time. This will definitely have to wait until next time.”

“You don’t have a car here.”

“Yeah, but you don’t know that!”

“Too much too soon?”

Brittany’s hands return to her face and she nods slowly. She slowly removes them but looks a bit flustered.

“Aren’t you… like… shy at all?”

Mistress laughs

“You do remember that I had you take pictures of me with an over-sized strap on on the verge of ravaging my pet?”

Brittany closes her eyes tightly and grits her teeth.

“Those turned out lovely, by the way. I could definitely hire you as a photographer if you decide you wish to start working.”

Mistress’s ability to change the subject and build someone up is astounding.

“Why don’t we head on down to the dungeon?”

Brittany nods slowly, her energetic self on break for the time being. All humor leaves my body as well. I know exactly what awaits me down those stairs.

I follow them to the stairs as Mistress gives her the mini-tour along the way. As Mistress takes the first step I hear her speak quietly.

“If you want to really fuck with him, now is the best time.”

“Why now?”

“In about five minutes he’s going to be screaming for his life.”

Brittany laughs so hard that she has to hold her sides. This does nothing to reduce my elevated pulse rate or rising temperature. Anticipation… is the worst. Mistress pours salt in the wound with her choice of conversation.

“Let’s see. He has 20 coming from this morning for attitude towards his uniform. 30 for disrespecting you and another 15 for losing focus. How many do you think he deserves for breaking your heart?”

“Is 1000 okay?”

“I’m pretty sure that many would kill him and your arm would fall off in the process.”

“Umm… I don’t really know how this works.”

“Why don’t we say, 20 per day until you’re no longer mad at him?”

“Sounds good to me, but I can stay mad a long time.”

“Oh, Brit, I love you.”

“When you say love…”

“As a person, yes. Don’t worry, little one. I’m not going to try to seduce you. However, if you come to me...”

“Umm… so 20. Got it. Awkward pause.”

“Did you really just say awkward pause out loud?”

“Uh, no. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I’m so lost in their interplay that I barely notice that we’re in the dungeon and Mistress is prepping the shackles. I lower my head and step over to the mark, raising my arms and positioning them so that Mistress can close and lock the shackles around my wrists. She repeats with the leg irons that are threaded through the bolted ring to the floor. Lastly, she lifts the back of my dress and secures it to the ring on my belt. I begin to perspire and my body trembles as I watch her casually pace over to the wall plate. The motor whirs, raising my arms above my head until I’m balancing on my toes.

“I totally am getting a girl crush on you, Cass. You’re like a superhero. A high-tech torture room. It’s like you’re a sadistic batman… batgirl… chick. Newsflash, I talk a lot when I’m a little uncomfortable. In case you were wondering. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed that by now but I’m sure you’ve noticed that by now.”

Mistress has me positioned in such a way that I can see what devices are being taken off the wall. I watch as she removes a 1” leather strap with a wooden handle. She hands it to Brittany.

“Go to town.”

“So I just like… hit him?”

“This isn’t your first time.”

“Well that time was birthday spankings right? This is like punishment.”

“Sort of. I like to think it more as clearing his conscience. He knows that he deserves them. He broke the rules and committed the wrongs. He’ll feel guilty unless we purge that guilt from him.”

“You sold me. So last time I had a paddle. With this one do I like...”

“Did you play tennis ever?”

“Yes.”

“Try hitting him with a forehand.”

I hear her footsteps on the floor. I hear the air being displaced with a whir. The leather bites into my skin with a hard smack. I cry out and my body shakes against the metal bonds.

“Oh, shit.”

Step, tap, whir, smack. I scream and the chains rattle as I lose my balance and sway back and forth until I regain my footing. Step, tap, whir, smack. I cry and sob as the skin on my rear catches fire.

“Let’s see how two-handed goes.”

Step, tap, whir, SMASH. The breath shoots out of me with a yelp as I stagger under the stinging and throbbing pain.

“How do I stop feeling guilty?”

“There are multiple ways. You can whip faster, grow accustomed to it...”

“What do you use?”

“I learned to love it. His suffering turns me on… and the power… the power is just heavenly.”

“Interesting. Yes, the dark side is stronger.”

“See the swinging boy in front of you. He has disrespected you multiple times today and deserves to be punished. You are a beautiful Goddess who holds the power to judge what is right and wrong, cast down your sentence upon this insolent boy that dares to defy the Goddess.”

Step, tap, whir, SMASH. I cry a gargled yelp as my body shudders against the chains.

“Is it normal to be turned on by this?”

“Are you asking my permission?”

“Does this make you wet?”

“Of course. I’m almost angry that he has so many left to go that it will be forever until I can let him down and have him pleasure me. Are you wet?”

“So how many is that, 6?”

Mistress laughs as another crack of the strap strikes my bottom. I find myself leaning forward in my chains, attempting to inch away to no avail. Tears stream down my cheeks as I wail and cry out on each impact.

The strikes finally stop and I slump down, finally able to catch my breath.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel awesome.”

The way she shifts her pitch as she speaks would seem cute if I wasn’t in agony over my throbbing skin.

“I just want to keep going. Kapow, kapow. Watching his back arch and his head fly back...”

“It’s addictive, isn’t it?”

I watch as Mistress creeps closer to Brittany.

“The feelings… are addictive… seductive… sensual...”

Brittany’s face turns bright red as Mistress drags her finger across her cheek.

“Something something… personal space… something something.”

Mistress laughs again and removes her hand. I crack a hint of a smile from my exhausted face. Mistress is quite masterful at teasing when she wants to be.

Brittany hands Mistress the strap. She returns it to the wall and selects ‘the strap.’ The lesson teacher. The instrument of my training. I begin to whimper as she twirls it and taps it on her hand.

“That one is like way longer and wider than the one I was using. Are you a size queen?”

Mistress laughs again.

“You’ll have to work your way up to this one. It takes a certain level of proficiency or it can be a bit dangerous.”

Mistress vanishes from my view as she works her way around. I let out a small cry and grip the chains with my fingers. I feel her hand slide across my tender buttocks.

“I’m impressed. The color of the marks and the swelling, I think you’ve found your calling.”

Brittany pumps her fist in the air.

“Hooray me.”

Her hand leaves my skin. I take a deep breath and hold it. I can’t relax, I can only brace.

SMASH. A long bellowing cry leaves my mouth as my lungs expel all of the stored air. My body begins to slump as the second blow lands, causing me to recoil, thrash, and flex in vain.

“Holy shit.”

“My pet knows I never fuck around when it comes to what, pet?”

I sob out the words in small fragments.

“Disrespect, Mistress.”

“That’s right, pet. Disrespect.”

SMASH. I cry and shake, the metal digs into my wrists as I collapse forward, my feet unable to support me. I feel her hand on my belt, pulling me back to my toes. My preemptive whimper becomes as howl with the next blow.

“See, Brit? I’ll bet you can almost forgive him for his earlier indiscretion.”

“Almost. I still think you should keep going.”

SMASH. Under repeated blows I lose count as my voice grows hoarse and my muscle throb from the strain. Before long I find myself drifting in and out due to exhaustion.

My eyes focus as Mistress snaps her fingers in front of my face repeatedly. A straw enters my mouth and I take a sip of water. It feels so good as I can trace its path as it slides down the inside of my chest and into my stomach.

“Take more.”

I slurp up another gulp.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

As feeling returns my wrists are rubbed raw from the shackles. My legs can barely support me at all. My back, neck, and arms ache from the strain. My buttocks throbs and pulses as my lungs heave for air.

“We’re going to carry the rest over to tomorrow, pet, but you know what that means.”

“You add 10, Mistress.”

She returns to the wall and lowers the shackles. I collapse into a pile on the floor. I feel her touch as she cradles my head in her lap.

“I’m so sorry, Mistress.”

“I know you are, pet. Aren’t you forgetting someone?”

“I’m so sorry, Miss Brittany.”

“Hrm, do we need to add some more?”

I sob gently into her lap. I breathe deeply as her perfume fills my nose… the familiar scent makes me feel safe.

“Do you always do that with him?”

“This is what is called aftercare. It’s an important ritual that solidifies the bonds between a Mistress and her sub and helps to drive home the lessons you hope that he will learn. Dominique doesn’t believe in it. I tend to save it for when I’ve really hurt him.”

“I think I get it. Just because you are a sadist and like to hurt him, that doesn’t mean you don’t love him and care about his well being.”

“Exactly.”

“And tomorrow, he will accept his punishment willingly, I will hurt him badly, and we’ll do this again.”

“How long do you let him recover for?”

“Until he can stand.”

“Do you take it easy on him after that?”

“Of course not. Why go to all the trouble to break his spirit if you aren’t going to push him farther?”

“Wait, what?”

“Is there anything you would like to do or see? Your blush says yes.”

“Ugh, you can’t put me on the spot like that.”

“Well… a couple of things… god… why is this so hard?”

“Relax. I doubt you can name anything that we don’t already do regularly.”

I hear Brittany sigh from across the room.

“Well… I kinda… want to see what pegging is like. And I also read something about milking and that got me curious.”

I let out a small groan.

“That’s my girl.”

Mistress pets the fur on my collar. I rise slowly and my sobs begin anew.

“Why is he crying again?”

“Aha, it’s because you picked his least favorite activity in the world. Just look at how docile and obedient he is after a good beating.”

I keep my head down as I walk gingerly to the horse and climb on.

“Brit, would you be a doll and lock his wrists and ankles down.”

“If he’s so obedient why does he need locks?”

“Hrm. I thought that maybe you could tell me. I suspect some kind of trauma. It’s stronger than his desire to please me. We use the locks to keep him from unconsciously disappointing me.”

“Well, we did shove things up there before but nothing that would have probably… oh shit. I totally forgot. The day that Courtney got dumped.”

I continue sobbing as she fastens my wrists and ankles to the horse.

“Yeah. Now I remember. My friend Courtney got dumped by her boyfriend after he had been cheating on her and we got drunk at my house after school. When fur sissy arrived she just went off on him. She started slapping his face, kicked him in the balls, just brutalized him. After that she handcuffed him, crammed a ball of my socks into his mouth and pulled a pair of pantyhose over his head. She was mad when he could still see so then she added a pillow case… and another pillow case… and then pulled a plastic bag over his head. I made her poke a hole in it so he wouldn’t die. She cut off his pants and underwear with a pair of scissors and duct taped his ankles to the dresser. Chloe and I had no fucking clue what she was going to do, she just went crazy.”

I begin to weep as the memories of that day return in full force.

“I’m guessing something ended up inside of him?”

“Oh, shit yeah. She went and got the icy hot from my stepdad’s bathroom and lubed up the handle of a hairbrush. She started jamming that brush up his butt. He was screaming and trashing so she sat on his back while she did it. Once she got tired of it she just left it in him and then took a handful of icy hot and rubbed it all over his cock and balls. The bag kept making these crinkling noises as he screamed and gasped for air. It was really fucked up.”

“Did she untie him after that?”

“No. She drunk dialed her boyfriend and when he hung up she pulled the brush out, lubed it up again and kept going. She was so pissed that every time he stopped screaming she just kept putting more icy hot on his junk and stuff. This was over like six hours. God, we were so mean. I remember we made him walk home with a garbage bag with holes cut in it instead of pants.”

I continue weeping quietly on the horse. I figure that story gave enough time for Mistress to harness up.

“You’re in for a little treat, Brit. This is a two-fer.”

“So after hearing that story you’re still going to do it?”

“Of course. My pet knows how much I like it and now he knows that you want to see it. This is completely consensual. Right, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I sniffle.

I feel the lubed silicon work its way between my thighs. My sobbing begins on instinct. I whisper my anal mantra quietly.

“Please don’t do this please don’t do this please don’t do this.”

“Yeah. Totally consensual. Got it.”

She violates me. My head tilts back and I let out a long cry. I hear Mistress exhale aggressively through her nose as she pumps her hips and lets out a gasp of pleasure with every thrust. I try to relax as my body shakes and quivers, unable to control itself.

Slap, slap, slap, the sound of her hips against mine echoes through the dungeon. The tears flow from my eyes as I make continuous gurgling noises against the sobs. Mistress picks up her pace and begins to pound, crying out with each thrust. I feel her hands tighten around my waist. Her juices run onto my thighs.

I whimper and cry as I feel the warm fluid ooze into the tube of my belt.

“There’s… the… milk...” Mistress finds enough breath to speak each word between breaths.

I notice Brittany to the side of me, watching in awe as the fluid dribbles into the floor.

“You’re still going?”

“Until… I… cum...”

“That’s really fucking hot.”

“So… hot… It’s… the best.”

Mistress’s pleasure calls and the sound of flesh on flesh completely drown out my feeble cries. The pain and throbbing begins to build as she jackhammers inside of me. The spikes dig into my wrists as I fight against the locks. I flail my arms and legs, hoping this will all be over.

“I… love… fucking… you… pet.”

She slams up against me once… twice… three times. Her moans sputter as I feel her juices soak the backs of my legs. I feel Mistress slowly withdraw. My rear tingles and throbs. I hear her breaths slowly stabilize behind me.

“Umm… Cass… is it okay if I borrow another massager?”

“Of course dear… unless you’d rather have a go at him.”

“Oh shit. Noway noway noway. Too much, too soon. Let me fantasize about it a few times first.”

I feel the locks release and I slide off the horse in a heap on the floor. I gather my bearings and crawl towards Mistress’s feet. I lower my head and plant a kiss, first the right foot, then the left.

“So how does milking work?”

“It’s quite simple really. You massage the prostate and it just comes out.”

“Is it like an orgasm?”

“I’ve heard about people having an orgasm that way but I doubt my pet has one. If he took any pleasure in it I’d have to find another way to milk him.”

“So you love that he hates it?”

“Why did you buy handcuffs when you were in high school?”

“To restrain his hands.”

“Why?”

“To restrain his hands isn’t the answer?”

“Do you think he would have tried to fight you off without them?”

“No.”

“So what’s the real reason?”

“To make him feel powerless and uncomfortable.”

“Didn’t that turn you on? Make you feel naughty? Exhilarated?”

“Well, yes.”

Mistress laughs.

“I think you understand it perfectly.”

“So if he loved it, you wouldn’t peg him?”

“I won’t say never, but probably not nearly as often as I do. The fact that he hates it makes it all the more special to me that he accepts it willingly.”

“Now that is deep… but I get that completely. I felt the same way back then.”

“What’s it like with that thing on?”

I look up and watch Mistress stroke the strap on.

“It depends who I’m using it on. With my pet this is my tool of violation. It belittles him and empowers me. It reduces him to a hole that I use to get off. When I use it on a woman… it’s a tool of mutual pleasure. I want her to cum and the harder I try, the better it feels for me, too. It really is quite amazing.”

Brittany ruffles her hair with her fingers and begins sputtering words at a rapid pace.

“Just friends. I’m not a lesbian. It’s okay to flirt. Personal space. Just friends.”

Mistress chuckles.

“My dear, I have to say that today has been the most fun I have had in a very long time. You are wonderful and I’m glad that you are my friend.”

Brittany smiles and blushes.

“I’m really glad I met you, Cass. Really. Thank you.”

“So now what? Do you want me to give you a ride home? Is there anything you’d like to try?”

Brittany smiles sheepishly. I watch as she draws a circle on the floor with her toe.

“Well… there is something I’d like to try. If it’s okay with you. I actually did it to him once before but I’m not sure he knew what was going on.”

“As long as his chastity belt stays on and it doesn’t permanently injure him, sure… but… you have to let me watch.”

“Oh fuck. There’s always a catch. Well, when I did this Chloe and Courtney were in the room, so I guess I could try to channel my rebellious 17-year old self and say fuck it.”

I watch as Brittany scans the room.

“I need some way to hog tie him, a gag that forces him to breathe out of his nose, and a blindfold.”

Mistress hands her a few things from the table.

“Whaaaaat? They actually make a hog-tie? We had to use a couple of pairs of pantyhose and we duct taped his mouth shut and over his eyes. I feel so low-tech.”

“Duct tape over his eyes? Wouldn’t that take his eyebrows off when you removed it?”

“Ha, no. Only half of his eyebrows… give or take… a few patches.”

Mistress laughs heartily.

“Also… do you have something soft to lay on? Or head to a different room?”

Mistress motions to me and I fetch the bearskin rug from the laundry room and lay it out on the floor. With the gag and blindfold in place, I find myself hog-tied and completely helpless. I stay intently focused, worried about what is to come.

“Do you want me to leave my panties on?”

“It’s up to you.”

“Well, I actually think it feels better with them on, and I’m totally not just saying that.”

Mistress laughs again.

I feel a hand lift my head firmly by the harness. A leg across my back, then another. I inhale through my nose and detect a very strong, very close scent of unfamiliar sex. A moment later, pressure against the earmuffs on my harness. Intense pressure. The legs pull in on my back and head, the pressure on the sides of my head must be thighs. My nose presses firmly against some moist silky fabric. A downward tug on my head presses my nostrils closed. No air.

I begin to tug and struggle with my head. The grip holds firm. I shake and spam my face violently against the wetness and silk. A series of low moans resound from above my head. I pull. I shake. Can’t breathe. The pressure relaxes and I gasp for air through my nose, her scent fills me completely.

I barely catch my breath when the pressure resumes, burying my face into her. The series of shakes and spasms, fighting against her grip continues. She pulls me in, I wiggle my head from side to side. Her moans become a pulse of cries. Air. I gasp for air as the releases her grip. Two breaths, another tug.

Help me. Someone. I struggle, the more I struggle the harder she pulls, the deeper she moans, the harder she grinds her sex into my face. She begins to pulsate with her tugs and leg flexes in a rhythm, forcing my face in again and again. My nose absorbs her scent and wetness as I gasp for air and struggle to free myself when I cannot breathe. She cries out and bucks her hips repeatedly. Her legs tighten a final time. Her juices coat my face.

She releases me from her grip. My chest heaves for air. The scent of her sex lingers in my nostrils. As Brittany’s breathing slows, the sound of Mistress panting fills my ears. I can hear the sound of friction, the lube on the strap on. She must be masturbating with it.

“That… was… so… hot.”

A few moments later Mistress lets out a small cry as she cums. I feel Brittany move away. I slump my face down into the fur rug. I am exhausted… in every way imaginable.

“I’m impressed. I would file that under an ‘advanced technique.’”

“How did you just cum?”

Mistress laughs.

“This style of strap-on goes inside of me on the other end. When you apply force against it, the back end pushes on my g-spot. I believe the inventor deserves some sort of prize. Well, that and your orgasm was just so hot and the way my little pet struggled all helpless like that.”

“I had to ask.”

“Do you mind spending the night tonight? I really don’t feel like driving. I just want to relax in the bath. I have a couple of guest rooms… unless you’d like to share my bed with me.”

“Just friends… personal space… not a lesbian.”

“Oh, dear, you’re almost as much fun to tease as my pet. Separate rooms, just friends. I can lend you a toy.”

“That’d be fine.”

I make a small grunting noise as I rattle my wrists and ankles. The spikes are becoming painful as they dig in while in this position.

“Should we unlock him?”

“Do we have to?”

“No, we could leave him like this all night if you want to.”

I begin to whimper and pout from behind the gag.

“It almost sounds like he’s laughing, doesn’t it?”

I buck my elbows and rock my body from side to side.

“Oh, pet. So much fun to tease.”

END ACT

Fiction: fs01 - Part 61

Author’s Note: This takes place several days after Part 60.

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LXI

Today is a slow day. A lazy day. Mistress has lounged about and read. She keeps me from my chores to kneel next to her, keeping her company with my presence. She pets my collar while she reads. I simply watch and adore her.

“Rub my feet, pet.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Gently, no tongue. If you get me too wet I’ll be furious with you.”

I position myself at Mistress’s feet and remove one of her slippers. I begin with a gentle kiss and then slowly and purposefully work my thumbs along her sole. Her breathing becomes deep and slow as she turns to the next page and continues reading. Holding back is a difficult task, and actually, a request she has never made of me before. I quickly theorize she secretly wants a reason to hit me.

Mistress lets out a low moan as I glide across her arch.

“I know that I permit you the media exposure of a cave hermit, but have you heard of this book series, pet? 101 Shades of Beige.”

“No, Mistress. I haven’t.”

“It seems it’s the next hottest thing on the best-seller list. A mainstream Femdom story. It’s a bit heavy on the fantasy, but not that bad.”

“Would Mistress allow me to read it at some point?”

“Hmm… no.”

My face displays some disappointment as I continue rubbing her foot.

“If you’re making a bad face right now I can always arrange to triple your daily chore list. I’m not sure how much free time that would leave you for reading. Besides, this Mistress seems to have a fondness for enemas and lets her little sub have way too many orgasms. I wouldn’t want you feeling jealous.”

I revert to a poker face and begin work on her toes, gliding my thumb from base to tip. She moans and her hand clamps down hard on the book, curling its spine in an uneven manner. I watch the book topple onto the floor.

“What happens to he who flies too close to the sun?”

I shift to a worried look as she slides her hand inside her robe.

“Suck them and then switch feet.”

I place my mouth over her big toe and form a suction. My tongue presses firmly against it and glides across it from base to tip. She bites her lip and moans as the rustle of moving fabric soon reaches my ears. I move down to the next toe and repeat the process. The smell of her sex reaches my nose as it wafts through the air. I feel my sex strain against the belt. I haven’t even reached the pinkey when her hips rise from the couch and she lets out a pleasure cry. She pulls her foot away from me and slides back into the couch.

“You’ll tend to the other foot later. Bring me some wine. Speech privileges removed.”

I rise and bow, feeling a bit ashamed of myself for overstimulating her and again for failing to keep up with her pace. I return to Mistress and serve her the glass.

“There’s a garment bag in the back of my car. Fetch it for me.”

I return from the garage carrying the bag and carefully present it to Mistress.

‘I bet it’s version 4.0’ floats through my head.

“Sasha completed version 4.0 this week and seeing as how my little servant decided not to follow my instructions, now is as good of time as any.”

I kneel and present myself to Mistress. She turns up the cuffs and unbuckles the wrist straps and locks. I face away as she removes the locks from the collar and belt. The dress portion slides from my body. Version 4.0 presents itself from the garment bag. Visually it looks almost identical to 3.0, minus the muff and with the addition of a leather strap connecting the front collar to the belt.

As she guides it over my body I immediately notice the “upgrades.” The discomfort of the punishment lining has been ramped up a notch. It prickles and itches horribly as it slides across my skin. As she cinches up the buckle at the collar I feel the light pressure of metal against my skin buried within the soft touch of fur. The process is faster as each of the old style locking buckles have been replaced by the locking system similar to the gag and blindfold add-ons to the head harness which requires a key but no external padlock. The wrists have been upgraded in the same fashion. As the buckles tighten down, the metal lightly digs into my wrists, again muted by the presence of fur.

Mistress tugs against the O-ring on the wrist cuffs, showing me how the spikes dig in as the ring is pulled away. She does the same on the collar, both with its attachment rings and the strap going down the front of my chest. It feels very similar to the collar she had me wear a few nights ago.

“The upgrades to the other items will be done this week.”

She moves her head close and inhales deeply the scent of the fresh leather. She grips the chest strap with her hand and pulls away with some light pressure. The metal digs into my neck as her off hand finds my nipple and begins to tease.

“I never can resist the urge to make you more uncomfortable.” Her tone is breathy and seductive.

I let out a light moan.

Her nail digs into the flesh of my nipple and I squeal. She responds with a laugh. I lower my eyes. She plants a gentle kiss on my lips and backs away.

Looking down I notice to my surprise that this uniform is the full front version. An ominous feeling creeps into my chest.

“I’ve got something to tell you, pet.”

I turn to Mistress and kneel as she sits back down on the couch.

“A couple of years ago I started a blog, chronicling our relationship together.”

I nod.

“I’ve kept things anonymous as you might have guessed but it has developed quite a following. The readers are mostly men with a handful of women. You might be interested to know there are hundreds of men out there that are absolutely jealous of you. I wonder what their thoughts will be on 4.0.”

I blush a bit. I had guessed as much but it’s always better to know for sure. I’ve never stopped feeling lucky since I have been with Mistress.

“I’ll bet you are wondering why I am telling you about this now.”

I nod. She points to the book on the floor and I hand it to her. I look up at her face, waiting for her response. She extends her left foot towards me. I realize I shouldn’t expect an answer.

“Gently. No tongue. If you get me wet our next trip will be to the basement.”

I hear the book open as she resumes her place. I carefully take her foot in my hand and gently work my thumbs up and down her sole. She lets out a low moan. I fear the basement is inevitable. Her breathing slows as she stretches out her spine. My Mistress, so beautiful. I love her with my all.

END ACT