a story
His Submission
He knelt.
He had promised her this day, a day of his submission to her. Sometimes, the Domme side of her was unleashed, and she wanted more. This time, he had promised himself to her, and she had accepted.
He knelt. His cock and balls were shaved clean, for her. She had let him keep the other hair on his body, in part because they both knew of the torments that could come of that, and not pleasant torments either. He was nude, legs spread, hands behind his back. His cock stood, half hard, waiting for her to walk through the door.
She came in. The leather fit her like a second skin, laced up the front, open to show the tops of her breasts, the cleavage between. Her boots rang as she strode through the room, looking down at him. She leaned down, kissed him deeply, lovingly. She whispered, “I love you.”
Then she stood, the mask of a Domme sliding down over her face, her eyes dark, lustful, loving, cruel. She pointed to her feet.
“On all fours, like a bitch, boy,” she commanded. He obeyed instantly, kneeling on all fours, ass shaved clean, lubed already for her use. She took his head, forcing his head down to the floor, pressing her booted foot across his neck. She took a medium sized plug, not too large, knowing he could take it, and slide it fast and hard into his ass. He groaned, shuddered at the feeling. She smiled.
“You like that, little slut? You’ll get more later.” She released his neck, but he kept his head down to the ground.
“Sit up boy,” she ordered him. She slid a booted foot under his balls, lifting them slightly, then moving her foot, pressing down on his balls. He groaned, the pain coursing through him, yet his cock throbbed harder, dripping precum. She laughed, a low throaty laugh.
“My little painslut. Who knew that you liked this? Stand up slut.” He rose, quickly, legs spread, hands behind his back. She snapped a ball stretcher around his balls, and hung a small weight from it. He groaned again, but his cock throbbed and dripped. She slapped his ass, slapping the end of the plug, driving it deeper into him.
“Good little boy slut. I can’t wait until I have you squirming on my dildo, little bitch.” She looked at him, and reached out, stroking his hard cock, slowly. Precum drooled from the tip.
“Don’t you dare cum, boy,” she said as she stroked, her fingers teasing along his cock. His cock was solid, the veins bulging, cockhead swollen and reddened. His body shuddered with the tension of keeping from moving, knowing he could not cum. She released his cock then, letting it throb there, dripping precum, puddling on the floor.
“You’re making a mess, boy. Get on your knees and clean it up.” He knelt then, lowering his face to the ground, licking up the puddle of precum gathered there. She moved behind him, pulling the plug from him, as he shuddered and licked. She took a dildo, six inches long, and slammed it deep into his ass. He jumped forward, yelping. She looked at him hard.
“Did I say you could move slut?”
“No Mistress,” he responded, his voice harsh from disuse. He stayed still, not daring to move. She reached down, and slapped his balls with a bare hand. He gasped, groaning loudly. She looked down at him.
“Little slut, you’re making too much noise,” she stated, as she looked for a gag. She chuckled as she found what she was looking for. She pressed the gag, a cock shaped gag, to his mouth. He opened, and she slide the gag in, filling his mouth with the cock. She looked at him, and smiled cruelly.
“Lay back, boy,” she commanded. and took a dildo from her bag. She maneuvered the dildo into the gag, so it stood up from the gag. She unzipped the zipper covering her pussy, and moved over his head, sliding her pussy down over the dildo, sliding all the way down, her pussy near his nose, the scent of her filling his nostrils, but he was unable to touch her, to taste her. She slowly raised up, and dropped down, fucking herself on his face, forcing the dildo deep in her. She fucked his face, his cock straining behind her, as her juices dripped over him. She used the dildo, fucking deeper, harder, cumming around the dildo, watching him as he lay there, being used like this.
When she moved off him, she looked him over. His cock had left a puddle of precum at its base, but he had not cum yet. She moved the dildo.
“Good little bitch,” she said, as she reached a hand down to cup his balls. She squeezed them, rolling them in her hand, and smiled as he groaned with the pain. She released his balls, and stepped back, looking at him.
“On all fours, bitchboy,” she commanded. He moved, kneeling there, on all fours, like a bitch. She snapped a leash to his collar. “I am going to make you my bitch, little slut.”
She leaned down, strapping a pair of leather straps to his thighs, locking them each closed. She picked up the leash, and looked down at him. “Heel!”
He crawled along side her, cock dripping from the feelings in his balls, the dildo in his ass, coming along like a dog next to her as she walked across the room. She stopped him when he was kneeling between five rings bolted into the floor. She tied the leash to one of the rings, the leash tight between the ring and his collar, forcing him to the ground. She buckled a strap to each of his thighs, as he knelt there, like a puppy for her. She ran a chain from each strap to a ring on the floor, forcing his legs spread. She then finally buckled cuffs around his wrists, locking them closed, and chaining each to the floor. She then slid a blindfold over his head, keeping him from seeing what was happening around him.
She left him for a time and he waited, cock still hard, balls stretched, bound like a bitch for her. Minutes passed as he listened for her footsteps on the floor, and relaxed a bit as he heard them.
“Well, boyslut, you look like you need my cock deep in you, don’t you?” He groaned, his mouth still gagged with the cock gag. She chuckled, and reached down, slapping the end of the dildo in him. He moaned and as he did she yanked the dildo out of him fast. She then moved close to him. She had buckled a strap on harness around her, an eight inch dildo hooked into the harness. She pressed the end of the toy to his ass, teasing his hole slightly. He groaned, the sound muffled through the gag. She thrust her hips, burying the head of the dildo into his ass, stretching his hole. His groan was loud through the gag, and louder as she thrust again, burying more and more of the dildo into him. She forced the dildo into him, taking his ass with it, claiming his ass with her cock. She looked at him, and smiled.
“Good slut, take my cock. Tell me, bitchboy, do you want the gag removed?” He nodded his head, dropping it as she thrust harder, slamming the dildo deep into him. He felt fingers unbuckling the gag, sliding it free of his mouth.
He licked his lips, and groaned, “Thank you Mistress.” She laughed then, and he felt it, the soft hot silky skin against his lips, the wetness spreading across his lips, the precum spreading over his lips as the cock brushed against his mouth.
“Open your mouth, slut. Suck that cock, my little cocksucker.” He obeyed, opening his mouth as the cock thrust into his mouth. They both began to fuck, his Mistress and the unknown man, fucking deep into his ass, making him moan and cry out, as the cock buried itself in his mouth, and forced its way into his throat. He gagged, and tried to swallow the whole cock. She slammed deeper into his ass, pounding his ass, using him. The cock slammed into his mouth, deeper into his throat, using him. He took both cocks, being made into a hole for cocks, being fucked by his Mistress and another man.
Soon, he felt his Mistress, feeling her thrust harder, feeling her start to shudder as she orgasmed from fucking him. He felt the cock in his mouth swell, the man, talking to his Mistress, saying he was ready to cum.
“Cumslut, swallow all of that cum,” she commanded, as the cock pounded, swelling, and cumming in his mouth. He swallowed the cum as it spurt into his mouth, taking it all. After the cock stopped cumming, the cock pulled out of his mouth, and he heard the man’s footsteps walk away.
“Good boy,” his Mistress stated, “Did you like that?”
“Yes my Mistress,” he responded, gasping.
“Good,” she said. He then felt the stinging pain melting through his ass as her paddle came down on his ass. She struck again, and again, hitting him ten times with the paddle, reddening his ass. She looked him over after she finished, and found his cock still hard, still dripping.
“Would my slut like to cum?”
“Yes Mistress,” he gasped, “please Mistress let your slut cum.”
“Okay my slave.” She reached under him, and stroked his cock, once, as he spurted, his cum shooting onto the floor. She sighed.
“Little slut, look at the mess you’ve made.” She unhooked him from the rings on the floor. “Clean up your mess.”
He moved backwards, lowering his head to the ground and licking up all his cum. She smiled at him then.
“Good boy.”