By Candy Kross

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© 2014 by Candy Kross

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ISBN: 978-1497304055

Chapter 1

I was out running errands; shopping, the bank, dry cleaning pick-up, the usual Monday morning duties. I had just done my grocery shopping and was walking in the parking lot to my car. I heard a deep familiar voice calling my name, “Melissa! Melissa!”

I turned around and it was my old friend from over twenty years ago. He looked the same too! “Oh my god!” I yelled out. “You haven’t changed one bit!” I never knew his real name, he had always gone as Master Azrael and he was about ten years older than I was.

I’m 44 years old now, but when I was in my early twenties, I went under wing and performed as a Dominatrix for him in his dungeon. We caught up on our lives over a cup of coffee later and he informed me that he had been in the Dominating business all this time but he was ready to retire.

He had asked me if I would ever be interested in taking over the dungeon. Wow. That was a big responsibility, I thought to myself. Working for him was one thing, but taking over his dungeon and being in charge was another. I told him that I would think about it and get back to him. He gave me his card to contact him.

It was late by the time I got home, but I called my best friend Julie. Julie and I had been best friends since high school. We had gone through a lot over the years together. I told her of the opportunity that had been presented to me. “Melissa!” She squealed, “Totally do it! You were y our happiest when you were a Dominatrix in your twenties. And oh my god, you still look absolutely fabulous in your forties!” Julie had always been encouraging to me. “We’ll discuss it over lunch tomorrow, I need to take care of Windy tonight. Her boyfriend broke up with her and she’s a mess.” We said our goodbyes and hung up.

Julie had been through four marriages and four divorces. She had just ended her fourth marriage six months ago. She had two children, a daughter named Windy and a son named River. Windy was 22 years old and River was 24. Both kids were from her first marriage to wealthy business owner, Donald Storm. Yeah, Windy Storm and River Storm. Go figure. Julie had always been a creative one.

As for myself, I was widowed after a 12 year marriage. I didn’t like to talk about Jason very much. Yes, I had loved him, but he had his depression issues. Our marriage wasn’t blissful and together we had a son. Nick was now grown and at college. He wanted to be a doctor. I was proud of him.

After Jason’s death over 10 years ago, I never remarried and was hesitant to get into any relationships. I had focused my time and energy on my career and my son. Now that Nick was in college and I had retired from my career, I had invested the life insurance money from Jason and also I was receiving survivor benefits. It was my time to relax.

But, I had to admit I was excited about the possibility of getting back into the Dominating business. It wasn’t just the money either. It was the feeling of power over men and controlling situations that I loved the most. Just for fun, I went into my closet and pulled down the big box I had up on the shelf. I put the box on my bed and opened it up. There it was.

I pulled out my custom black vinyl steel-boned corset. God it was beautiful and it hugged every part of my body and curves like a glove. I had the urge to try it on. I took off my blouse and bra. And wrapped the corset around my body. I began to lace it up and tie it at the top.

Just as I had remembered. It pushed my already full breasts up and made my cleavage stand out as if to say “Hello, look at me!”

I had kept my long hair over the years. When I was a Dominatrix, I had dyed it black to get that Bettie Page look. But, the last ten years or so, I left it as my natural auburn red hair. I reached into the box again and pulled out a black vinyl mini skirt and put it on. I reached into the box once again and found my six inch stiletto heeled knee high black vinyl boots. Wow. I haven’t seen or worn these beauties in such a long time.

“Hello ladies.” I said to them as I slid them on over my feet and legs. They felt so good and snug as if to embrace my legs like and old friend would. I stood and walked over to my wall length mirror. Something was missing. I walked over to my vanity table and into my cosmetic case and pulled out my darkest red lipstick and applied it to my full lips.

That was it. That was what was missing. Now, I looked the role. Wow, I thought to myself, I do still look hot for my age. I could easily pass for 28 years old. Thank goodness I had taken good care of my body. I always exercised and ate healthy. I guess this is my payoff. Astounding!

I drank a few glasses of wine and reminisced about the days of when I wore this outfit and dominated men. I remembered a few of my favorite clients and wondered whatever happened them….

I remember George, one of my first clients that I had ever dominated. He was a round man, but short in stature. Balding on top, but he did have some muscles on his arms from lifting weights on a daily basis.

We had a sitting room outside the actual dungeon. This let us get acquainted with our clients beforehand. Find out what they liked or disliked, their fetishes, pain threshold, to set up a safe word, etc. A pre-session, so to speak.

Once that was all settled, I told him to take his clothes off and place them in the locker over in the small room. We had lockers and a shower in that room. So, that our clients could shower afterwards, feeling fresh and relieved. Also, some our first time clients get so scared they have accidents on themselves during a session. Some just are into that sort of thing and a shower is what is needed afterwards. Can't send them off smelling like a urinal.

George placed his clothes and shoes in the locker and was completely naked. I handed him his vinyl shorts that all male submissives wore as they entered the dungeon. More than likely the shorts would come off during the session.

The session then began.

"Get down on your knees on that pillow over there." I liked my subs on the floor, beneath me. It gave me a sense of power right from the beginning of the session. I then would outline my plan for the session for my first time clients. At that point, after our pre-discussion, I know what they like and don't like. I have a good idea of everything about them. Pleasure and pain. Comfort and discomfort. What turns them on, what arouses them, what drives them wild. Call it psychological weaponry, per say.

One of my favorite "weapons" is orgasm denial. I loved bringing them to the pleasure part first. Get them aroused and their blood pumping. I loved to bring them to a state of ecstasy where they couldn’t take it anymore and then hit them hard with orgasm denial and the rest goes downhill in the session. Well, at least for them it does. That's where my pleasure comes in. Their pain is my pleasure.

George wanted me to push him to his boundaries. Which meant, I couldn't really tell him my session plan. It would have to be a surprise. But, by now I already knew what he was in to.

I told him what his safe word was and explained to him to use it whenever things get too intense. He agreed to use it. But he said he doubt he would. Ahhhh, one of the cocky ones. I do love to break these type down. It was my sincere pleasure to.

I then informed him that at certain points in the session, the procedure of the safe word is that if he uses it, I wont stop immediately, I will continue and he will have to use it a second time for me to stop. That is to ensure he really wants me to stop what I am doing. He understood.

It might be confusing to someone to use a safe word and have it not work, but to have t hem use it again a second time for it to work. As with any good mistress, we never perform anything that continues to cause our client's pain after we stop whatever we are doing.

Also, a very good mistress is in tune with their client, even a first time client. They can judge by the responses of their client as to what is hitting the boundary and what is going over the boundary.

The dungeon was nicely set up. We had restraints, a rack with floggers lined up, regular ropes and silk ropes in all different colors, paddles that were hanging from hooks on the wall, a St. Andrews Cross made from cold hard steel. Some crosses were made from wood, we preferred the steel metal. Just like in my corset.

I never wore a corset that didn’t have steel boning. The steel boning always shaped my figure to an hourglass figure and the corset held up much better and longer, especially during long sessions. I always felt a real mistress should always wear steel boned corsets. It was only proper. Plastic boning was not acceptable.

The dungeon also had a hoist that hung from the ceiling. In the center of the room, we had a large padded table. It looked like a massage table but with some fascinating added features to it. There were steel rings attached around the table that were made for restraints to attach to. It was welded to the floor so it was as sturdy as can be.

“Get on the table.” I ordered George. For this session, I thought using the table for the first time would be a good idea. That way, I would have to change equipment during the session. It was a veteran move on my part. Taking breaks during the session to change equipment didn’t allow much time for me to push his boundaries to the maximum. I wanted to maximize my time so George could be pushed to his limits. I wanted the session to be non-stop.

As George sat on the edge of the table, I attached leather wrist and ankle straps. Restraining a client was my usual approach. I liked using straps rather than rope. It was easier and faster to maneuver.

I also took a thick leather belt and tied it around George’s waist and commanded him to get on his back on the table. Once he was on the center of the table on his back, I clipped his wrists to his waist belt. Just like a prison guard would to an inmate being transported to court or another jail. Again, psychological weaponry. I wanted George to get the feeling that he was a prison inmate.

As George laid strapped to the table on his back, wrists attached o his waist, ankles attached to the table, I reached over and unzipped his black vinyl shorts and pulled them down just enough for his cock to pop out. “Why George, you are already hard!” I said in suprisement. But, I really wasn’t surprised.

I glided my hand over his cock and gently wrapped my black vinyl gloved hand over it and began to gently stroke it while talking to him. “You like that don’t you? You like my soft vinyl gloved hand stroking your cock… making it feel so good.” At this point, his cock was so rock hard. I could tell he was getting lost in the moment. His body began to tense up as if he were gong to cum already.

“You like that pleasure, don’t you George?” I asked him a sweet soothing voice.

“Yes, Mistress.” He moaned.

“Are you close to cumming?” I asked still in my soft voice.

“Yes, Mistress.” George moaned again.

“Now that you have experienced what pleasure feels like,” I started speaking in my sooth voice once again, but then changed it into my commanding Dom voice, “You will now experience pain.” I closed my grip on his cock tighter.

“Argh!” George yelled out.

I continued stroking his cock as my grip was very tight. “How does that feel now George?” I said in my dominating voice. “You thought I was going to let you cum, did you? You thought I was going to let you spray your semen all over my nice beautiful table and all over my pretty vinyl gloves, didn’t you?” Without letting him answer, I continued, “Well, you thought wrong!” I raked my nails across his cock, leaving red scratch marks. Then I repeated the raking over his balls leaving matching scratch marks and red little welts. George’s cock remained hard.

I then moved up to his nipples. I always found it arousing when a man had hard nipples. George’s nipples in particular seemed to arouse me. His chest was hairless, but muscular. He had these little tiny nipples, but they were very hard. I took one of the rubbery little nipples in between my long nails and pinched it. George moaned. I then twisted it in between my fingers. I repeated the same procedure with his other nipple. He was trying his best not to scream out in pain. I could tell.

“Well George, your cock seems to have a mind of its own. Look at it. Look how hard it is!” George tried to look down at it, but the restraints made it hard for him to. “Guess what George?” I taunted. “I am not wearing any panties.”

I climbed up on the table and put my knees on either side of George’s head. My legs were spread and I knew he could see my pussy in clear view. I shaved my pussy completely back then. I never wanted anyone to know I was a natural redhead. And if I didn’t shave, they would know instantly from my red pubic hairs. “Look at my pretty pink pussy George!” I commanded. “I bet you want to taste it, don’t you?” I could see George was trying to taste my pussy with his tongue.

I always loved putting a dab or two of strawberries and cream flavored emotion lotion in between my pussy lips. It made my pussy taste so sweet and smell so sweet. It made men lose their minds. George was no different. He tried lapping up at my pussy, but I was too far away… on purpose.

“What’s the matter George? You can’t lick my juicy, sweet, pretty little pussy? Come on… try harder!” I yelled at him.

George kept trying to raise his head and tongue, but was failing miserably. It made me laugh watching him acting so comically. I could tell he was getting frustrated. It pleased me.

I then got up and back on the floor. “You are so pathetic George! You can’t even lick a beautiful pussy when it’s over your face!” I then laughed.

I turned around to the small table I had set up next to the large table George was retrained on. I had set out different devices. I bent over on purpose to expose my ass and pussy lips to George again, just to taunt him. I turned around and saw that he was staring at me.

“Did I give you permission to look at my ass and pussy George?” I yelled at him.

“No, mistress.” He replied with a frightened voice.

I picked up a small chord the length of my arm. I walked over to George’s hard cock. I wrapped it around the base of his cock a few times very tightly. Then I took what was left of the chord and wrapped it around his balls, again very tightly. Then I tied the two ends together… very tightly.

I raked my nails once again up and down George’s cock. His cock was swollen and beginning to turn a purplish color. This would keep his erection constant, giving him much pain and making it harder for his erection to go down.

I then went back over to his nipples and began pinching and twisting them while looking at him straight in the eyes. Partly because I wanted to intimidate him and partly because I wanted to gauge what his pain threshold was.

Okay, now onto the next step. I turned around again and bent over the small table and looked back at George. He was trying hard to not look at my ass and pussy again and was trying to stare up at the ceiling. “Good boy George. I shall remember that in my next step.”

I picked up a small electrical device with two clips at the end attached to wires leading to the electrical device. I turned back around and attached the clips to George’s nipples. Once they were on, I turned the small screws on them to tighten them. Again, gauging George’s pain threshold.

When I felt that they were tight enough, I picked up the device. I began to turn the knob slowly. A buzzing noise began. George’s body twitched a little. They were small electrical currents shooting through his nipples. I turned the knob up a little more. I could tell it was a discomfort to him, but not hitting any pain threshold just yet. I put the device down on the table and let it continue to shoot currents of electricity through his nipples at intervals.

I then turned back around, not bending over this time as I before, I was too concentrated on what was coming up next. I picked up a rod that was attached to a similar device as the nipple clamps were. I turned back around and turned the dial up on the rod.

I moved the rod over George’s balls. He twitched a little. I then ran the rod over his cock. He twitched more. I could tell he was feeling some discomfort, but not pain. So, I turned the dial up more. “How does that feel George?” Looking at his eyes to gauge his threshold once again.

“It’s nice Mistress.” He replied.

Nice was not the word I was looking for. I turned up the knob on the nipple clamps to the highest point. George moaned louder this time. I could tell he was feeling the pain. I then took the rod and turned the dial up more on it and touched the head of his cock with it. George screamed out in pain.

Yes! Just the reaction I wanted from him. I waited to hear the safe word. Nothing but moans and groans from George.

I then took a tour of his cock and balls with the rod, gliding over them up and down, around, underneath. George was creaming the whole time. But, still no safe word.

I anteed up the stakes. I took the rod and slowly spread his ass cheeks. I slid the tip of the rod into his asshole. George began to twitch his entire body as he moaned loudly. I pushed the rod in a little more. His cock got harder.

“You seem to be enjoying this George.” I said to him.

“Yes Mistress!” He yelled loudly. Panting as if out of breath.

I quickly unclipped the nipple clamps and took the rod and placed them back on the small table. I reached over and undid the restraints on his ankles and flipped him over onto his stomach. His cock and balls still bound together. I undid his wrists and took off the restraint around his waist. I tied his ankles and wrists to the corners of the large table, so that he was on his stomach in an “X” position.

I walked over to the rack on the wall and pulled down my whip. I loved this whip. I had knots tied on each end of the leather strip. I cracked it a few times, just to show him that I knew how to use it. But, mostly for special effect.

I walked over to the side of George and raised the whip up and brought it down hard over his ass. George screamed out in pain. Electrical currents are nice, but nothing beats a good old fashioned whipping, I thought to myself.

“How’s that George? Do you like that?” I asked him as I brought the whip down once more.

“Y..y…yesss…. Mistress.” He was trying hard to get out the words through his heavy breathing and pain he was feeling. I brought the whip down a third time. “Ahhhhhh!!!” George yelled. I took the whip back to the rack and hung it up.

When I walked over to George, I noticed he had red welts across his ass cheeks. There was a little blood on some of those welts too. “Well now George, we are now going to have to clean this up a little.” I walked over to the small table and grabbed a cotton ball and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I doused the cotton ball with rubbing alcohol and began to rub the cotton ball over George’s welts on his ass cheeks.

“We can’t have an infection starting here, can we?” I asked sarcastically as George was screaming in pain while I rubbed his welts with the alcohol. “There now. I know what will make you feel better and help you forget the pain you are feeling now.”

I always loved how I could make my voice sound so sweet and reassuring, but also dripping with sarcasm and sadism. A combination that can be almost lethal in a situation like this.

I stood over the small table and looked at a variety of different sized dildos ranging in sizes. I picked up the eight inch one that was a little over two inches thick. “Perfect!” I said to myself out loud.

I grabbed a bottle of lubrication and aloe and walked back over to George’s end of the table with his ass facing up. First pleasure, then pain. I thought to myself.

I opened the bottle of aloe and rubbed it over George’s ass cheeks. I knew it was soothing to him because he was moaning, “Mmmmm…” while I rubbed gently over his ass. Once I was done with that, I opened the bottle of lubrication.

I doused my middle finger with the lubrication and gently began to work it into George’s asshole. I added more lube and continued to slide my finger into his asshole. Gently working it in. I could tell George was enjoying it. I saw his toes curl when I looked over at his feet. It was always a good indication of pleasure being enjoyed. Body language, being in tune with your client. Most important thing to always remember.

First pleasure then pain.

Once I felt that George was relaxed, I grabbed the eight inch dildo and shoved it into his ass hard. “Ahhhh!” George screamed out in pain. I began fucking his ass hard with the dildo.

“You like that George? Do you?” I yelled out at him as I fucked his hard harder and harder.

“Y….y….ye….Yesssssss Mistress!” He managed to cream out. “Yesssss!”

I fucked his ass so hard that the table was shaking, even though it was welded to the ground. I kept fucking him harder and harder and harder. I looked down at his feet. His toes were not curled. Good. He was feeling pain.

“Do you like to be fucked in the ass like a bitch George?” I asked him.

“Y…y…yesss… Miss…. Misstress!”

I then reached up under his cock and balls with the other hand and squeezed them tightly. This warranted a loud scream from George, “Argh!”

I continued fucking his ass hard with the dildo and squeezing his balls and cock hard. George continued screaming out in agony… or was it pleasure? He still hadn’t used the safe word.

George’s cock remained hard. He was definitely excited and aroused. “George, I love how you are staying nice and hard for me.” I told him. I started stroking his cock while I fucked him hard with the dildo. “But you can’t cum unless I give you permission, do you understand me?”

“Y…ye….yessss.. Mistress!”

Although, I am not a fan of ball gags, they tend to limit one’s communication ability, I stopped fucking George’s ass and stopped stroking his cock and reached over to the small table and grabbed my red ball gag.

Moments later, I had the ball gag in George’s mouth and strapped behind his head. I knew it was going to come in use for the next part of the session.

I untied the restraints on his ankles and wrists once again, flipped him over on his back and then restrained his wrists and ankles once again.

I then untied the chord around his cock and balls. I placed the chord back onto the small table. I began massaging his balls with my hand and worked my way up to his cock. I gently began stroking his cock and moving my hand down to his balls. I grabbed the bottle of lubrication and dripped some onto his cock and balls, then continued stroking him. I could tell he was enjoying it immensely.

“Are you close to cumming George?” I asked him in a soft soothing voice.

“Mmmhm.” He said through the ball gag.

“Remember now, you can’t cum without my permission. If you do, you will be punished severely, do you understand?”

“Mmmhm.” He said again.

I looked down at his feet, his toes were curled once again. Can’t have him enjoying this too much, can I?

After a guy has an orgasm they usually have a period of high intense sensitivity. If after they cum and someone is still stimulating that sensitive area, it can lead to discomfort and then eventually pain. I’ve been with men who have actually told me stop fucking them or to stop sucking them after their orgasm because of the extreme sensitivity.

I continued to stroke George and his body was twitching. I could tell he was close to cumming. I stopped for a few seconds and got up on the table and straddle his face once again with my bare pussy.

“Oh… poor George still has the ball gag in his mouth and can’t taste my sweet pussy. I lowered myself on top of his face, just enough for him to smell my aroma. I then leaned forward and started stroking his cock again. This time really fast.

“Do you want to cum George?” I asked him.

“Mmmhm.” He answered.

“How bad do you want to cum? Tell me George, tell me how bad you want to cum.” I taunted him.

What was gargled through the ball gag was made out to be that he wanted to cum bad. I kept stroking him and taunting him on how bad he wanted to cum. Then finally, I gave him permission. “Cum George. Cum for me. Come on George, you have my permission to cum. Cum for me now!”

George began to tense his body up and then it began to twitch. His toes curled and his body began to tremble as he shot his semen all over himself. I could hear him groaning and moaning under his ball gag as the intense release came front and center. Then he relaxed his body as his orgasm subsided.

“Did you enjoy that George? I bet you loved squirting all that cum everywhere, didn’t you?” I was still taunting him. “I bet you love seeing and smelling my sweet pussy over your face too, don’t you?” George was out of breath, but he still managed to get a few grunts out in agreement.

First pleasure then pain.

I continued stroking his cock. “You know George, we’re not done yet. Just because you came doesn’t mean this session is over.” I kept stroking his cock, first gently and slowly, then a little faster and harder. I could tell he was starting to feel discomfort because of the sensitivity of his cock.

But, I didn’t stop. I was in control of this situation and there was no way I was letting up on him now. Just because he has an orgasm, was no reason to end the session. Oh, no. It was no reason at all.

I gave extra special attention to the head of his cock. It’s usually the most sensitive area of a man’s penis. I could tell the pain was beginning to settle in as I stroked his cock harder and harder, making sure I gave an extra squeeze on the head as my hand went over it.

The overall sensation in his cock was intense as George remembered the pleasure of cumming earlier and now this pain that was in his cock, it was increasing and the pleasure from before was beginning to disappear. I could tell it was driving him crazy.

George was squirming and writhing, but I continued to stroke his cock harder and faster. There was nothing George could do to lessen the intensity of the pain he was feeling as I stroked his cock more and more. All he could do was lie there as I tortured his cock.

I knew it was becoming unbearable for him and I was waiting for him to try to yell to me his safe word. But, all he did was moan and groan. I actually thought he was enjoying the pain.

I increased the intensity and force. At that point, George had a blank stare in his eyes. As if his mind had taken a mental vacation to another world… or universe.

I reached around the back of George’s head and unstrapped his ball gag. He started breathing heavy. I lowered my pussy just right above his mouth. I could tell he was trying to stretch his head up to taste my pussy. Out of all the intense pain he was feeling, his only goal at that moment was to lick my pussy.

I raised my pussy back up again, totally out of his reach. I head George sigh out of disappointment. So, I decided to give him a choice.

“George, I am going to give you a choice. One, you can lick my pussy while I continue stroking your cock. Or two, I can stop stroking your cock and you will never ever taste this wet juicy pussy of mine that you have wanted the whole time. So, tell me George, which is it?”

“Lick… your… pussy, Mistress…” George managed to get out.

“Good answer George. Your Mistress is pleased with your decision. Because, you see, it’s a win-win situation for both of us. I get to continue to have my fun, while you get to have your fun.

I lowered my pussy down to his mouth and he immediately began lapping at my pussy like a hungry puppy to his mom’s teat. I stroked his cock harder and harder. The harder I stroked, the harder he licked and sucked my pussy and clit.

“Damn George, you know how to lick pussy really good. I never would have thought you had it in you” I complimented him.

I increased my intensity of the strokes and worked my hand over his head more frequently. I added more pressure making George shake and squirm more under my pussy.

I grasped his cock with one hand and stroked it hard while I took my other hand and rubbed the head of his cock more intensely than I had before. This must have sent shocks and waves of pain through out his body, because George stopped licking my pussy and yelled out loud. “Ahhhhh!”

“George, you didn’t use your safe word and you stopped licking my pussy. I didn’t give you permission to stop licking me, did?” I asked him in a dominating voice.

“N… Nnn… No Mistress.” He answered and continued licking my pussy.

As I increased the intensity more, George began to groan and moan and buck wildly in his restraints. All the while still keeping his tongue inside my pussy. I felt myself drawing near to an orgasm because of his intensity on licking my pussy and him thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper inside.

A few moments later, I switched it up to stroking his cock vigorously. My hand was pumping his cock very fast. The pain increased. I wondered how long my hand could keep stroking until the expected outcome I wanted was going to happen.

And then, as if he were reading my mind and on queue,, through all the pain… George began to orgasm once again!

I also felt my orgasm coming on as well. While I was feeling intense pleasure, George was feeling the sensations of raw pain and pleasure. He couldn’t contain himself and he let out a loud “Argh! Ahhhhh!! Oh fuck!!” As he came intensely and painfully.

After we both came I got off of George’s face and looked at him and said sarcastically and out of breath, “Did I give you permission to cum for me George?” He looked at me with horror in eyes as if he couldn’t take any more pain.

“I.. I… I’m sorry Mistress.” He said shamefully.

“Relax George, I was just joking with you.” I undid his straps and helped him up. I gave him a towel to wipe up his semen on his body and my pussy juices off his face. “You did very well for your first session.”

“It’s over already?” George said, still trying to catch his breath.

“Yes it is.”

As George was wiping himself with the towel, he was shivering a little. His adrenaline was so high. I had seen it before many times with men when they experience a lot of pleasure and pain at the same time. It came with the territory.

“How are you feeling George?” I asked him.

“Energized and exhausted at the same time. But I don’t feel any pain anymore.” He smiled at me for the first time since he came into the dungeon with me. “I do feel stress free though. Wow, what a release!” George then leaned in and gave me a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you so much for that. We will definitely do this again.”

I walked him out to the waiting area and directed him to the shower. I handed him a fresh towel, some soap and shampoo. I closed the door to the shower room and as I did, I heard George singing while showering himself. I smiled to myself and thought, another happy client.

Chapter 2

After remembering that session from long ago, I realized I had consumed a whole bottle of wine and I was still in my corset. I got up from the sofa, undressed and took a long hot bubble bath. When I was done, I fell sleep quickly.

The next day I met Julie for lunch. Windy, her daughter had decided to join us. It didn’t matter though; Windy was like my own daughter. I greeted them in the lobby and we were seated at our table.

Julie and I talked about when we were in our early twenties and the crazy things we used to do. Windy was still sad about her break up, but we managed to get a few laughs out of her.

“So, you want to get back into the Dominating thing again?” Julie asked me.

“You know, I wasn’t sure at first, but then I got to thinking about it and it could be a lot of fun, you know? I mean, what I know now that I didn’t know back then could come in handy. I have a lot more experience now sexually.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Julie said and then continued, “I could share some things with you too.” She laughed.

“I bet you could.” I nodded over to Windy. “But, T don’t think Windy wants to hear about stuff like that, do you Windy?”

“It’s not like I haven’t heard it all before.” She grinned and said. “I mean, my room has always been next to my mom’s room. Think I can’t hear what goes in there?”

We all laughed. “I suppose you are right sweetie.” Julie said and rubbed Julie’s shoulders. “So, when will you start? Is the place still where it was before? Are you going out buy him out or is he going to just give it to you?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to ask him anything. I just got this news yesterday and we only spoke briefly.” I sipped my glass of wine. “Shit, Julie, you sound like you are more excited about this than I am.” I laughed.

“Well, since when does anything exciting ever happen to us in our mid-forties? I mean, this is some exciting shit. If it were me, I would definitely look into it and do it. Hell, I’ll be your receptionist if I have to. Beats staying at home all day or constantly shopping. This could be fun for the both of us!”

Julie always made out well in her divorce settlements. Julie hasn’t had a job since her first marriage. She was a stay at home mom and housewife in her first marriage. In her other marriages, she was just a housewife. Julie lived in a big house with designer clothes and shoes.

I would be the first to admit that Julie needed a hobby. She was always calling me and wanting to go shopping or have lunch. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed shopping and having lunches very much, but there were other things to life than that.

“I would work for nothing.” Julie smiled. “I would just love to see what kind of men pay to be treated like that. I think it’s funny.” Julie laughed.

“Well, you have to remember though, it’s a very discreet business. Married men come in and want things done to them that their wives won’t do.” I reminded Julie.

“Married men, really?” Windy asked. “I can’t imagine dad ever going to a place like that.”

Julie and I both laughed. “Windy, you’re old enough now to know this.” Julie said. “Your father was one of Melissa’s best clients.

“Really?” Windy said in a shocked voice.

“Yeah, he was. Julie came to pick me up from work one night and your dad had just completed a session with me. Your mom and him took one look at each other and it was love at first site. Your dad was in the middle of divorcing his first wife and Julie soon became wife number two.”

“Number two out of six.” Julie laughed.

“Hey, I wouldn’t make fun. You’ve been married four times, missy.” I teased her.

“Are you guys serious? Daddy was really into that stuff back then?” Windy asked curiously.

“What do you mean back then?” Julie giggled. “He is still into it.”

“Windy, the less you know, the better.” I winked at her and then frowned at Julie.

“Well, anyway…” Julie continued, “I think you should do it. You made so much money back then.“ She looked over at Windy. “Your Auntie Melissa here bought a brand new car, she lived in a three bedroom apartment alone, had amazing designer clothes, got into all hot nightclubs, she was amazingly hot back then and all the guys wanted her.”

“Your mom is just exaggerating.” I said blushing.

“Look at you now, you’re still hot. I bet if I asked any guy in this restaurant if they would go out on a date with you, not one of them would say no.” Julie teased.

“Aunt Melissa, would I ever be able to get into something like dominating men?” Windy asked.

“Now sweetie, why would you want to get involved in something like that?” I asked her.

“Every boyfriend I have had has either dumped me or cheated on me. I am so tired of men walking all over me. I think it would nice to walk all over them and abuse them for a change.” Windy said.

“Well, she does have the right mentality.” I laughed. “I’ll think about it.”

“We can make this a family business!” Julie held up her glass to toast. We all clinked our glasses.

Later that evening I called Master Azrael.

“Count me in!” I told him. We made an appointment to meet with each other the next day to discuss the details.

I began going through my box again and sifting though and remembering all the devices I had and what they were used for. I pulled out my paddle that was covered in leather. It had silver studs all around the edge. There were holes on the paddle for better airflow and to get a harder impact when the paddle met the flesh.

I found my leather flogger. It had a leather handle with strips of black and red leather. There must have been about fifty strips. I brought it up and landed it on my bed with a thud. Ahhh… I remember the sound it made when it hit the flesh of a man’s ass. It was such a soothing sound to me.

I pulled out a pair of handcuffs that had soft pillowed material around the cuff area. I remembered when I had used these on a cop who was one of my regulars. Most men preferred the leather straps, but he loved the handcuffs. I guess it had something to do with him being a cop.

Ahhh… the wonderful days of being a Dominatrix. I had very good and fond memories of when I was one. And now, here I am, going back into the business while in my mid-forties. Either I was a person who liked to have fun. Or I was grasping onto something that I had left long ago.

Well, only time will tell as I re-enter this chapter of my life.

When I was in my early twenties, I was a Dominatrix in a real dungeon. I made a lot of money and had a lot of clients. Since then I had married, had a son and been widowed. So, here I am in my mid-forties. I was out running errands a couple of days ago and ran into my old Master, who had run the dungeon I had performed at.

He offered me the dungeon because he informed me that he was retiring. I had told him that I would think it over and would get back to him with an answer. I had lunch with Julie yesterday. Julie was my best friend since high school and we had been through a lot together. She told me that I should “go for it” and how fabulous I still looked in my middle age.

I had gone into my closet and pulled out my box of outfits and devices that I used back then and was going through the items reminiscing about my clients and the acts I used to perform. I had even tried on my black vinyl steel boned corset and my vinyl stiletto knee high boots. Everything fit as snug as a glove. Even my black vinyl gloves hugged my hands and fingers.

Today, I was going to meet with my old Master and tell him that I will take over his domination business. I felt that I knew way more things about sex and have had more sexual experiences since my twenties and it would be very fun to get back into the dominating game once again. Actually, I couldn’t wait to start.

I slipped on my heels, grabbed my purse and keys and walked out the door. I was meeting him at an old favorite restaurant of ours.

When I arrived, he was already in the lobby area waiting for me. “Melissa, darling, it is so good to see you again.” He said in his deep voice. “The other day was so brief. I can’t wait to catch up on your life.”

I kissed his cheek. I had a lot of respect for this man. He taught me everything I needed to know about being a Dominatrix. I had always looked up to him as a father figure. He was a kind and caring man. “Master Azrael, so good to see you.”

“Please, just call me Miles.” He kissed me back on the cheek and gave me a hug.

“Miles? But, I thought?” I was puzzled.

The hostess led us to our table. Once we sat down he began talking. “Azrael was my performance name. Now that I am no longer performing as a Master, I go by my birth name Miles.”

“Now, that’s something I never knew.” I said surpassingly.

“Why would you darling? I never shared it with anyone.” He winkled at me.

The waitress came and asked me if we wanted to order a cocktail. I ordered a glass of wine and Azrael… errr.. I mean Miles ordered a Scotch on the rocks. We began catching up on our lives when the waitress brought us our drinks. She had brought Miles his Scotch, neat. He frowned and told the waitress in the commanding voice I knew and loved, “Excuse, I ordered a Scotch on the rocks, this is served without ice, which makes it a Scotch, neat. Now, please bring me a Scotch on the rocks, just the way I ordered it the first time.”

The waitress apologized and within minutes brought him the drink he had originally ordered. When she left, we continued playing catch up.

Our meal was then served and we enjoyed it. After we were eating, we then began discussing the dungeon.

“I want to give the dungeon to you. You were always my favorite girl. You always carried a good work ethic and you knew how to treat your clients. I was so sad when you had left. You were like the daughter I never had. Every year, you have still mailed me a birthday card and a Christmas card. None of my other girls that worked for me ever did that. You were one of a kind, Melissa. That’s why I want to pass the dungeon down to you.”

“Well Miles, I am flattered that you think so highly of me. Why are you retiring if I may ask?” I was curious as to why such a gifted Master was hanging up his whips and chains.

“I’m old and tired and want to spend the rest of my life enjoying it.” He said, but I felt he was hiding something else from me.

“Is that it? Nothing more? I mean, you loved what you did and you did it so well.”

“See? You always read people so well, that’s why your clients loved you so much. You knew how much they could take and how far you could stretch them to their boundaries.” He paused for a moment. “I met a woman. I always promised myself whenever I met a woman whom I fell in love with and stole my heart, I would give up the business for her.”

“Well congratulations!” I was happy for him.

“I’ve asked her to marry me, Melissa. I want to spend the rest of my days pampering her and enjoying life together with her. With the money I have made in the business, I invested it and I have made quite a small fortune from it. That’s why I am not looking to sell the business. It was fate that we ran into each other the other day. I was actually going to call you this week and offer the dungeon to you.”

“I thought it over and I will be honored to take over the dungeon from you.” I said and smiled at him.

We worked out the details, hugged each other and left the restaurant. First thing I need to do is get some help. Let’s see Julie said she would answer the phones and Windy said she was interested. Let me call them.

I called Julie and told her the good news. She was excited. “Oh! Maybe I could meet another husband while working there!” Was her response to me. Typical Julie.

I spoke to Windy and she told me that she got back together with her boyfriend, so she wouldn’t be helping me. But that she had two friends who were her age, 22, who would love to work for me. She gave me their names and phone numbers to call. Now I need a mature woman in her 50’s to help out. I decided that I would place an ad in the paper and online that afternoon.

'Seeking attractive mature woman in her 50's as an assistant in a Dominatrix dungeon. Must be open to anything and ready for anything. Must have an open mind. Attire and training will be provided. Interested parties please submit photo and any experience. No experience necessary.' I included my e-mail address.

I went to sleep that excited with anticipation.

The next morning I went to the dungeon, Miles had given me the keys to it. It was exactly as I had remembered. It brought back a lot of memories for me. There was a lot of new equipment, but he still had some of the old stuff that was timeless. The silk ropes hanging off hooks. I remembered using those silk ropes on many occasions.

I always loved how the dungeon smelled. It always smelled of fantasy and fear. I started remembering my first domination of a female…

I don't remember her name, but I remembered how she looked when she first came into the dungeon. She was a petite little girl, a little older than me. Late twenties maybe? She had a look of excitement and fear in her eyes, A look that I would grow to understand as years went on.

After she had stripped and put on the female submissive attire of a short pink vinyl mini skirt with a matching pink vinyl halter-top, she entered the dungeon. She had small breasts, probably a “B” cup I would guess, but they were very perky and since she didn’t have a bra on, her nipples were pronounced through the halter-top.

I would note too, that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her skirt. I never allowed my subs to wear panties. Somehow, it was a demeaning gesture psychologically. Like, they weren’t good enough to wear panties or a bra. It was just something I did to enforce a little power mentally over them, before the session started.

When we went into the dungeon I had her stand against the wall. There were metal rings that were welded and cemented into the wall so that you could attach straps, rope, handcuffs or any other restraint to them and the sub wouldn’t be able to escape. Like any of them had ever tried anyway.

As she was standing against the wall, I had her spread her legs out and spread her arms out, so that she was in an “X” position. I tied the silk ropes around her wrists and secured them to the rings on the wall. I bound her ankles to the wall as well with the silk ropes. This was one of my favorite positions to tie someone in. My bondage skills were getting better at that point. I had tied the ropes perfectly. Not too tight, not too loose, but enough to restrain someone with the flexibility to move them around a little and to remind them who is in charge. I was pleased with me handiwork.

Actually, it was more like artwork. Here was this beautiful woman I had dressed in a pink vinyl slutty sub outfit, restrained against the wall with silk ropes.

The beauty of it, she was to cater to any whim I had. Anything I wanted from her, I could take. Or if I preferred to give her something, I could do just that. I was in control. I was the dominant female in this situation. I had never dominated a woman before and she being my first woman to dominate on a professional level was the most exciting thing I was ever going to experience up to that point in my life.

I could tell she was already turned on. Those nipples of hers were hard rubber pencil erasers pointing to the ceiling.

I stood right in front of her, looking down at her. I stood almost six feet tall with my stiletto boots on and she was barefoot, barely reaching five feet. I reached around to her neck and untied the strings to her halter top that were tied around her neck. Then I moved my hands down and untied the strings that were tied around her back. Her halter top fell to the floor. This was why I ended up loving halter tops on my female subs. Even if they were tied up, I could always get their tops off.

I ran my black vinyl gloved hands over her pert little breasts. I wanted to taste her pink rubbery nipples. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and scraped my teeth over it and gently bit it. She let out a moan.

“What? Did you say something?” I asked her.

“No, Mistress.” She said in a faint voice.

“You will not speak until spoken to, not even a moan. Do you understand me?” I said looking down at her.

“Yes, mistress.” She said with a scared voice now.

“Do you like having your nipples sucked my little pet?”

“Yes, mistress.”

I took her nipples and pinched them with my fingers. I could tell she trying to hold a scream in. Her lips closed tightly together and she began breathing hard.

I moistened my lips with my tongue. I reached down and unzipped her mini skirt in one swift motion, her skirt also falls to the ground. Another thing I learned to love, mini skirts with zippers where in one swipe and the skirt is off. She stood completely naked now.

I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face up so that she was looking up at me. I gently kissed her soft pink lips. I could tell that she wanted to kiss me longer, so I pulled away, not wanting to give her too much pleasure at once.

“I wonder how your pussy smells.” I said as I kneeled down and sniffed her pussy. “My little pet’s pussy smells very sweet. Does my pet like her pussy licked?”

“Yes, mistress.” She said.

I got really close to her pussy and breathed heavy on it, not touching it physically. I could tell she was getting aroused. Her aroma began to get stronger and her shaved pink pussy began to glisten with her juices. I took my gloved finger and ran it along her pussy lips, teasing her. She squirmed a little. I could tell she wanted more than anything for me to lick her pussy.

But, I wasn’t there to please her. I stood up and looked at her and said, “I bet you’re popular with the boys. I bet you are a slutty whore who loves fucking cock. I bet you are a really good cock sucker too. I think you have had too much cock in your short life. You need something more substantial, like sweet pussy.”

I walked over and picked up a step stool and brought it over and placed it in front of her. I stood on a step where my pussy was level with her mouth. “Lick my pussy whore.” I commanded.

She stuck her tongue out and began to lap at my pussy. When I could tell she was enjoying it too much, I would pull away from her, causing her to lunge forward to try and lick my pussy some more.

“You can do a lot better than that my little slut. Come on, show me how much you want to please me. Please your mistress! Now!” I pulled away a little more so she couldn’t even touch my pussy with the tip of her tongue, no matter how hard she tried.

“I don’t think you are trying hard enough! Someone deserves to be punished for not trying hard enough!” I got off the step ladder, pushed it to the side. I untied her wrists and ankles and turned her around facing the wall. I retied her silk rope restraints to the wall once again, her back to me this time.

She couldn’t see me or what I was doing any longer. Sometimes, that is the best punishment, them not seeing or knowing what you are doing or what device or punishment tool you are picking up. Sometimes, leaving them to their own thoughts is the best punishment of them all. It instills fear inside them. Fear is the greatest tool of them all.

But the second greatest tool was my leather paddle with the silver pointed studs around the edges and the airflow holes in the middle. I grabbed that off the hook on the wall and walked back over to her.

Without saying anything, I raised the paddle high over my head and swung it down across her two ass cheeks. She screamed a little. I let her scream on that one go by. After all, if someone had hit me that hard with the paddle across my ass, I would have screamed out as well, maybe even louder than she had.

I raised the paddle once again and landed it across her ass cheeks a second time. Little red circles appeared on her ass cheeks from the holes in the center of the leather paddle. She let out another scream.

Then I asked her the million dollar question. One that every Dom knows that no matter how they answer, it’s a loaded question. Because if they say no, the outcome is the same as if they had said yes. And if they say yes, then how can we simply deny them what they want?

So, I asked it anyway, because I’m a little sadistic in that way. “Shall I paddle you again?” I was also curious as to what her answer would be.

She was crying a little when she answered. “No, mistress.” She managed to get out with a sniffle.

“Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?”

“No, mistress.” She cried out.

“Well, you just told me that I should not to paddle you anymore. That sounds like you are trying to tell me how to do my job.” Damn, I can be a sadistic bitch when I want to be. I guess it comes with the territory. I was smiling. She couldn’t see me, but I was grinning from ear to ear. I raised the paddle once more and it landed across her ass cheeks again. I heard her whimper.

“Are you going to cry?” I taunted her. I walked over to the wall and hung the paddle back on the hook. I went back over to her and untied her ropes from the wall and retied her wrists behind her back and tied her ankles together. I pushed her to the floor on her knees. I lifted my own skirt up exposing my pussy.

“You know, you did such a good job before licking my pussy…” I took the back of her head and shoved her face into my pussy. “Lick my pussy you pathetic little slutty whore!” I commanded her.

As she shoved her tongue inside my pussy, I held the back of her head and began to fuck her face. “Lick it! Lick my cunt!” I kept ordering her. “Make me cum you slut! My pleasure is the only thing that matters. Lick my pussy harder, you pathetic little slave girl!”

I begin to rub harder and harder against her face. She keeps licking as my juices cover her cheeks and lips. I start to cum, gyrating my hips everywhere, bucking her face. I start to cover her chin, her nose and neck with my pussy juices as I begin to cum. I let out a moan as my clit is pulsating as she is sucking on it more.

Damn, I thought, this girl knows how to eat pussy. When I was done cumming, her face is dripping with my juices. I didn’t clean her up right away though. I let her face stay glazed with my pussy juices. I stand her up and move her over to the table and bend her over. I untie her wrists and retie them to the table, arms spread out. I untie her ankles and spread her legs apart.

Once she was in the position I wanted her in, I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a ten inch strap on dildo. I attached it to myself and walked over to her. With her legs still spread, I began working the dildo into her wet pussy.

“Wow, someone’s pussy is really wet and excited.” I said as I shoved the dildo into her tight pussy.

I began fucking her and working the dildo deep inside her pussy. “I bet you have been fucked by a lot of cocks you little slut. I know you’re a cock tease. You like this big dildo inside of you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress!” She yelled out.

“Tell me to fuck you harder!” I ordered.

“Mistress… please… fuck.. me… harder!” She was breathing heavy and trying to speak at the same time.

“Louder! Say it louder!” I commanded.

Mistress!… Fuck me harder!” She screamed louder.

By this time I was pounding her pussy so hard. Then her body began to tremble and shake. “Cum for me!” I yelled at her. “Cum for me now!”

“Ahhhh!” She began to yell. “I’m cumming Mistress! I’m cumming!” Her body shook vigorously and then she collapsed onto the table. Breathing heavily.

I pulled the dildo out of her and untied her.

Now, here I was standing in front of the exact same table I had fucked that girl on. A lot of memories in this dungeon. A lot of memories indeed.

I took inventory and stock of all the items that the dungeon held. The dungeon was equipped with everything you needed to run a professional dungeon. Miles really kept it up.

A few days later, I started receiving responses for the ad I was running for a mature assistant. I looked over the photos and one lady in particular stood out. She was very attractive. Her hair was black and straight in a shoulder length bob. Her e-mail said she was 56 years old, but she looked like she was in her late 30’s or early 40’s.

I had already talked to Windy’s friends and they were very interested in working for me as submissives. The lady who had e-mailed me was named Sharon. She stated that her friends called her Sherry. I was meeting Windy’s friends tomorrow. Their names were Ally and Meg. I called Sharon and asked her to meet at the same time I was meeting with the other two girls. I told them it was going to be a working interview. I wanted to see what they were made of and capable of.

The next day I was waiting for the ladies to show up for their working interview. Sharon was the first to arrive early. She was an attractive mature lady with a very nice figure and big round breasts.

Moments later Ally and Meg arrived. Both were blondes, one with blue eyes and one with green eyes. I had to admit it though that they both were bombshells. Tall blondes with long legs. Nice pert breasts too. So far, we would make an attractive team, two hot young blondes, a raven haired mature woman and me… the redhead.

“Okay ladies. I would like you all to put on these mini skirts and halter tops. Sharon…”

“Please call me Sherry.” She said.

“Okay. Sherry, you wear the red outfit. Ally you wear the pink one and Meg you wear the white one. Go ahead and change right here. I would like to check out your bodies at the same time.” They all stood up and got undressed. “Oh yeah, no bra and no panties, please.” I told them. They stripped down naked and put their outfits on.

“Here are your scenario instructions. Ally and Meg, you have captured Sherry and she is your hostage. I want you two to dominate her. I stood up and continued talking as I walked toward the dungeon. “This is our dungeon…”

The ladies were impressed and I heard some “ooh’s and ahhh’s”.

“I will be sitting over here watching. You may use any of the devices and equipment in here. Sherry your safe word is ‘Hollywood’. Whenever things become too much for you, say the word ‘Hollywood’. Ally and Meg, when you hear her say that word, immediately stop what you are doing. Does everyone understand?”

They all said, “Yes.”

“Does anyone have any questions?” I asked.

“We can do anything to her?” Meg asked.

“Within reasonable boundaries. I don’t want to see any blood and I am sure Sherry doesn’t either. Use your imaginations and play your roles well. Remember, you can make it pleasurable as well.” I sat down in the corner of the dungeon on a chair. “You may begin.”

The two younger girls grabbed Sherry and sat her in a chair and bound her wrists behind her with leather straps. Both girls slowly circled Sherry, who was acting afraid of what the girls would do to her.

“So bitch, let’s set up the rules right now. You do exactly what we tell you to do and you won’t get hurt.” Ally began.

“What shall we do to her first?” Meg asked Ally.

I could tell a power had surged over the two girls already. They got into character pretty quick.

“I say we strip her down naked!”

“Good idea!” Meg agreed.

The girls stripped Sherry down. Ally undid her halter top and Meg pulled off her mini skirt. Sherry had a nice body for a woman in her 50’s. I could tell she took care of it. It was fit and tone and there were no stretch marks. Her breasts were still perky and not even close to getting saggy. I was impressed.

Ally stood looking at Sherry with her arms crossed grinning at Sherry tits. “Nice, very nice breasts you have.” She complimented. Sherry’s nipples were getting hard. She was already getting aroused. I loved it!

“Well now look at that! She is getting aroused! Her nipples are hard!” Meg walked over to Sherry and punched her nipples. Sherry let out a moan and somewhat of a scream.

Ally wanted to join in the fun as well and pinched her nipples without any mercy. That made Sherry scream loud and squirm in her seat.

The girls then untied Sherry and walked her over to the St. Andrews Cross and tied her body facing towards them in an “X” position as the cross is shaped. They pointed and laughed at her body. I could tell Sherry was humiliated.

They then went over to the rack of whips, paddles and floggers. Each girl chose a flogger and then walked back over to Sherry.

“I’ll get her pussy and you get her tits.” Ally told Meg.

I could tell Ally was going to be the more dominant one over Meg. I will use that to my advantage. Sherry was either feeling scared and humiliated or she was a very good actress. Either way, she was believable. I was enjoying the show.

Ally began whipping Sherry’s pussy with the flogger while standing on her right side. Meg began whipping her tits with her flogger on Sherry’s left side. Sherry hung her head in shame as the two younger girls whipped her.

“So, Sherry, I bet your husband or boyfriend loves fucking you, doesn’t he?” Ally said as she continued whipping her pussy.

“Yes.” Sherry managed to get out.

“You’re such a slut, I bet you have a husband and a boyfriend, don’t you?” Ally continued.

“Yes!’ Sherry cried out.

“What a slutty whore you are!” Ally said in a wicked laugh. I bet they love fucking your hot ass too, don’t they?”

“Yes!” Sherry cried out again.

Ally walked over to the cabinet again while Meg was still whipping Sherry, she pulled out two dildos. Closed the cabinet and walked back over to Sherry. “Stop whipping her Meg.”

Ally then handed Meg one of the dildos. “You fuck her pussy, while I fuck her ass.” Both girls got down on their knees and they each slid a dildo into Sherry’s ass and one in her pussy. “On the count of three, let’s fuck the shit out of her. One… two… three!” The girls began pounding Sherry’s asshole and pussy at the same time, without abandon.

Watching Sherry get fucked so hard was making my pussy wet. I couldn’t help myself, I reached underneath my skirt and inside my panties and started playing with my clit. Rubbing it gently in circles as I watch Sherry get fucked in both holes.

Just then, I heard the front door open. The girls were too much into what they were doing to hear. I slid my hand out of my panties and got up to see who had entered. It was Master Azrael… err.. I mean Miles. I will never get used to calling him Miles.

“Hi Miles.” I whispered and gave him a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey kiddo” He whispered back. “You already have a session going?”

“No, I was just interviewing some assistants through them performing.” I thought for a minute.

“Hey, do you want to have a little fun? You know one last hoorah for old times’ sake?” I smiled.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked inquisitively.

“Your Master outfit is still in the dressing room. Why don’t you go put it on and enter the dungeon as a Master and take charge over the three women in there? I want to see how they react to a real Master.”

He looked at me and thought for a second. “For you, my dear, anything.” He left for the dressing room. I went back to watching the girls. They never knew I had left. They were still torturing Sherry. Oh this was going to get really good now. I can’t wait to see the girls’ reactions when he comes in.

Chapter 3

A few minutes later, Master Azrael entered the dungeon. He walked over to where the whips were hanging and he grabbed his favorite one. The girls still had not noticed him. He was wearing his leather pants and leather boots and black mesh shirt. For a mature man, he still had a tone and hot body and he was very muscular.

He cracked the whip hard, it sounded almost as loud as a gunshot. The girls stopped fucking Sherry with the dildos and jumped at the sound.

"Did I give you permission to fuck her?" His voice commanded.

“No.” Ally said quietly.

“You are to address me as Master Azrael and reply with a ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘No. Master’, do you understand?

“Yes, Master!” All three girls answered. They all looked over at me in shock. This wasn’t mentioned or in the plan or part of the interview. They were confused, scared and I think aroused at the same time.

“Untie her and on your knees!” He commanded as his deep and angry voice echoed throughout the dungeon. The girls jumped up and untied Sherry and all three knelt before him. Her was standing over them, his height intimidating all three of them.

“Who is in charge here?” He bellowed loudly. No one answered. They were all afraid. “I will ask again, who is in charge here?”

Ally spoke, “You are master!”

“Wrong! I will ask again. If I don’t get the correct answer, everyone will be punished.” He stood quiet for a moment and glared at the girls.

The girls were unsure and afraid at this point. His height, his deep loud voice and the whip he was holding in his hands intimidated them.

“Who is in charge here?” He asked again, this time his voice louder and deeper. I always loved the way he did that with his voice.

“Mistress Melissa, Master!” Sherry answered loudly.

“You are correct! This is her dungeon, she is in charge here, do you understand?”

“Yes, master!” They all answered.

“Why do I smell sex in this room? Have you girls been bad?”

“Yes, master!”

“You know bad girls get punished, don’t you?”

“Yes, master!”

“What shall your form of punishment be then?” He stared at the girls one by one. They all shook in fear.

I thought that he had scared them enough and the interview was a huge success. I got up and walked over next to him. “I know what kind of punishment they deserve.” I said in my most dominating voice.

“Yes and what would that be Mistress Melissa?” He asked me.

“A big clap for their performance! Great job ladies! You three were fantastic. I think we will all make a great team! Go ahead and stand up!” The girls were still a little hesitant. “This is Miles, he used to run this dungeon and I wanted him to do one last performance for me.”

The girls stood up and Miles shook their hands. “If Melissa thinks you girls are great, then you must be. Congratulations, ladies. I hope I didn’t scare you too much.” He smiled at them.

As if the girls had been holding their breath the whole time he had shown up, they let out a big sigh.

“Oh my god!” Ally said, “When I heard that whip crack and looked to see what and who it was, my heart almost stopped beating.”

“He scared the hell out of me!” Meg was still breathing heavily.

“It is an honor to meet you, sir.” Sherry complimented him.

After chatting for awhile, Miles left. It was the three ladies and myself. We all sat down and begin to talk about the performance interview.

Sherry said she loved being dominated by two hot young girls. Ally said she liked being dominant and Meg said she could go either way. The chemistry was perfect amongst us all and they all worked well together.

I got their sizes down and told them that I will have their attire ready for them by next week. In the meantime, we were going to have some training sessions. Let’s meet back here same time tomorrow. The girls left.

I was left alone in my dungeon. My dungeon. I loved the sound of that. It felt good to have a place to call my own. Yeah, I had been out of the dominating game for a long time, but, I know I still had it in me.

I started remembering my training when I had first started…

“Always command a dominant presence.” Miles would say to me. “Always let them know right from the start, that you are in charge of the situation at all times. Never let anyone forget that, if you do then you have no place being a Dom.”

I could still hear his voice echoing throughout the dungeon.

“If you don’t have complete control over your submissive, it would be like training a dog without a leash. There will be no direction. You control the pain and the pleasure. Remember without pleasure, there is no pain and without pain, there is no pleasure. They go hand in hand.”

I remember when he was giving his talks on training; he would have a couple of submissives next to him. He would slap them around and demonstrate different techniques on them. At first I would feel sorry for them. Then after time went on, I realized that was what they enjoyed.

“A sub’s role is to please you first and foremost. They are here to serve you. They are there to pleasure you. They are there to please you. If a sub does not fulfill their role, then they must be punished. You can let them choose their punishment or you can choose it yourself. Nevertheless, punishment needs to be executed.”

I picked up his whip and ran my fingers over it.

“If you spank someone, either with your hand or a paddle, rub their ass gently after awhile, let them know that you are there not only to administer pain, but also to make things better again.”

I remember him paddling my ass one time, then rubbing it gently afterwards to sooth it. He was demonstrating of how our subs rely on us as well.

“Last thing to always remember. Make peace with each other after every session. You two are sharing the most intimate things together. They completely trust you with their life. Never let them walk away feeling sad, incomplete or beaten down. Knock them down, build them up, knock them down again… as many times are you feel the need to. But, always leave them feeling built up. They will respect you more and they will come back. They will begin to rely on you for pleasure and pain. You will be their God or Goddess, Master or Mistress. You will rule their sex world. If you do that, you are a true dominant.”

I turned the lights off in the dungeon and drove home remembering all the things I had learned over twenty years ago. When I arrived home, I took a long hot bath to relax in.

I had lit some candles and closed my eyes and began daydreaming about all the different sessions I had twenty years ago going through my mind. Most of them were arousing and I realized that when I opened my eyes I was feeling really horny.

Remembering how horny I was earlier watching Ally and Meg fuck Sherry with those dildos. I remembered that I never had an orgasm while I was there. I came close, but Miles had come in and interrupted me. Damn it! I should have had those hot blondes pleasure me.

So, now here I was alone with my own thoughts. I reached down into the bubbles with my right hand and began playing with my clit. It was hard and pulsating and it began to swell.

As I was playing with my clit, I slid my middle finger inside of my pussy and started sliding in and out as I slowly fucked myself with my finger.

I took my left hand and began massaging my breasts. First my left one, then my right one. I took one nipple at a time and began squeezing it and lightly pinching it. I love having my nipples played with. I love having them sucked and nibbled on.

I felt myself coming closer and closer to orgasm. I kept working my pussy over. It was building and building. My whole body tensed up and then the orgasmic release. Mmmmm… I moaned to myself.

My clit was still pulsating and sensitive, so I continued rubbing it. I wanted to build myself up for another orgasm. I slid two fingers inside my pussy this time. I finger fucked myself to another orgasm. My hips bucking so hard this time, that some of the bath water had spilled out onto the floor.

Once I came a second time, I felt so relaxed. I let the water out of the tub, got out of the bathtub and put my robe on. I walked over to my bed and dropped my towel. I loved sleeping naked. Feeling the cool sheets over my body and nestled in for the night.

I was so excited about tomorrow. Tomorrow, I decided, I am going to have those girls lick my pussy. No more masturbating for me or pleasing myself. I have sex slaves for that now.

Yes, my sex slaves. I liked the sound of that. After all, I was the Mistress in charge now and I will most definitely use it to my advantage.

I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep, with a smile on my face.

It had been a couple of weeks since I “inherited” the dungeon from Master Azrael… err.. I mean Miles. I had trained the girls, Ally, Meg and Sherry and Julie was helping with customer service and accounting. In the interview of the three girls, I had assessed that Ally was more on the dominant side, Meg was neutral and Sherry was on the submissive side. But, I also trained them to change up when I needed them to.

In this business, flexibility was also a good quality to have. You never know when you are going to need someone to be a dominant or someone to be a submissive.

I had gone shopping and bought some new devices that the dungeon didn’t have. I also bought new slave outfits for the girls. I leaned more towards the halter top / mini skirt look. No panties and no bra. It was more demeaning that way. The male submissive clients always wore vinyl shorts with no underwear or just be completely naked.

We had a client this afternoon, so after running some errands, I went over to the dungeon. It was a first time client and it was a male.

He was a young kid, he had just turned 21 and his friends had all chipped in and bought him time with me. He had several fantasies he wanted to live out. One was being with an older woman and the other was being with two women at the same time. Both scenarios, he wanted to be dominated.

After the pre-session, I gave him his vinyl shorts and told him that he had five minutes to change and to meet me back in the waiting area. The girls were already in the dungeon getting things set up.

Five minutes were up and now we were all in the dungeon. He was a little guy and all use ladies towered over him. My breasts were at face level with him. I purposely pushed my breasts in his face.

“What are you staring at?” I asked in my dominating voice.

“Nothing.” He replied.

“Did you not hear me earlier when I told you that you must always address me as Mistress?” I could tell this little shit was going to be a cocky little bastard. “Now I will repeat again and I want the truth from you or here will be punishment.” I paused and looking down at him, I asked again, “What are you staring at?”

“Your tits.” He answered.

“Your tits what?” I yelled at him.

“Your big tits.”

That was it. I had to show this little bastard who was in charge here. “Girls!” I called out and snapped my fingers. Meg, Ally and Sherry came from where they were standing and grabbed the little piss ant. They picked him up and carried him over to the St. Andrews Cross and tied his wrists and ankles to the cross. He was now hanging from the cross in an “X” position.

I walked over to the whips hanging on the wall and pulled a flogger off one of the hooks. I walked back over to him and stood in front of him.

One of the things I had discovered and that I had purchased in bulk was male vinyl breakaway stripper shorts. You know, the shorts that male strippers wear that they can just reach down and pull off their body very quickly. They were held together with Velcro.

As I was standing in front of him, holding my flogger, I pointed to his vinyl shorts and said in my commanding voice I yelled, “Sherry!” Sherry, clad in a red vinyl mini dress, immediately walked over to him and ripped the shorts off. Leaving him completely naked.

I looked at his small penis and then over to the girls and said, “Oh my god! Look at how small his little penis is!” The girls took their queue and started pointing and laughing at his little penis. “Your new name is “Wimpy Dick” and from now on that is what you will be addressed as.”

I could tell now that he was humiliated and embarrassed because his penis was small. I knew I had hit a nerve. So, I tried again. “Now, for the last time. What are you staring at?”

“Your tits, Mistress!” He yelled out. Holding back tears.

“That’s better, but a little too late.” I raised the flogger over my head and swung it down over his small penis. He squirmed and a little cry came out. “I am in charge here. Do you understand that Wimpy Dick?” I glared down at his eyes.

“Yes, Mistress!” He was catching on now.

“Good. I am glad that we have that understanding now.” I turned my back to him, winked at the girls and spun around and landed the flogger right over his dick again. He let out a louder cry. I do love breaking fresh meat in.

“You’re such a pathetic little boy. I bet you wear your mommy’s panties when she isn’t home. Don’t you?” I asked him.

“No, Mistress!” He answered.

“Liar!” I know you do. You are a panty boy who loves to sneak into his mommy’s room when she isn’t around and put her panties on, don’t you?” I yelled again. “Tell me the truth!”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“I thought so!” I looked over at the girls and nodded my head. They released his restraints off the St. Andrew’s Cross, restrained his wrists behind his back and as Meg and Ally held him, Sherry slid a pair of pink lace panties on him. They then walked him over to the large mirror on the wall and stood him in front of it.

I walked over to where he was standing and stood behind him. “Look at you Wimpy Dick. Wearing girls panties.” I started laughing and the girls began laughing along with me. They were pointing at him once again and calling him names like ‘sissy boy’, ‘limp dick’, noodle penis’, etc…

Wimpy Dick’s arrogance was soon washed away quickly. I think he had gotten more than he had bargained for. I will bet anyone that he thought he was going to come here and just have sex with two girls at once and then have sex with a mature woman. If that is all he wanted, he could have gone to a brothel in Nevada. But no, he came here and we were going to work him over really good. We were going to give him a mind fuck that he would never forget.

I nodded over to Meg and Ally and took my seat on my throne chair. I nodded to Sherry and she took her seat on a metal chair next to me. It was Meg and Ally’s turn to have some fun with him. After all, he wanted two girls at once.

As they were walking him over to the table in the middle of the floor, Ally spoke to him. My little dominant Ally. I loved that girl. “So…” she said, “Mistress, tells us that you want to be with two girls at once, is that true?”

“Yes.” He replied.

“Oh, we love to have threesomes.” Meg interjected. Although Meg was more on the submissive side, I loved to see the dominant side of her come out on occasion. It was such a treat for me.

Ally was wearing a garter belt that I had bought for her. It was leather and not only did it hold up her fishnet stockings, it held tools of the trade like butt plugs and dildos. When I had seen it, I knew I just had to get it for her. Ally was also wearing a black leather bra with silver studs and a matching black leather mini skirt. Meg had on a pink leather mini dress with silver studs on it. Both girls were hot little bombshells and I knew they would not disappoint me in working over Wimpy Dick.

After walking Wimpy Dick over to the table, they had restrained him on his back once again in an “X” position. Ally ran her nails over his nipples. She circled them with her long nails, then slowly began pinching one, then twisting it, causing Wimpy Dick to let out a little yell. She then repeated the same thing to his other nipple.

Wimpy Dick started struggling a little, but there was no way he was going anywhere. Not restrained on the table like he was. Ally went to put a ball gag in his mouth and I stopped her. “No, leave the ball gag off, I want to hear the little prick scream. It turns me on.” The look of horror in his eyes showed me that he was afraid of what was about to come next. “I told you, you little wimp ass bastard that I was in charge here. You didn’t believe me? These girls do as I say, no questions or qualms about it.” I laughed. I felt like a Goddess sitting on my throne watching my minions do my dirty work for me, interrupting them when I felt the need to.

I licked my lips in anticipation. I knew my girls would put on a good show for me. Wimpy Dick was going to be made a bitch tonight and he had no clue he was. I savored the moment like a juicy rib-eye steak prepared perfectly.

My girls moved in a perfectly orchestrated scene. Ally began to massage his shoulders and chest, his stomach, relaxing him. That’s it Ally, give him a false sense of security. Lead him into your web.

Meg had slid his panties down, but left them on. It was more demeaning and humiliating that way, especially when they begin to make him their bitch.

While Ally was relaxing him, Meg was lubing up an eight inch strap on dildo, that he had idea about.

First she lubed up her finger and began playing with his ass. So, the little prick liked ass play I could tell, but I don’t think he had ever had a cock or dildo in his ass before. He was too “macho” for that.

As Ally leaned over to kiss him to distract him from Meg getting ready to fuck him, Meg had climbed up on the table. She straddled him. He looked up at her. He thought, in his pea-brained one-track mind, that she was actually going to fuck him! I had to giggle when he told her to, “Fuck me please. Ride my cock.”

“Baby, I’m going to do better than ride your cock.” Meg said as she shoved the strap on inside his tight asshole.

“Ahhhh!” Wimpy Dick screamed out loud in pain.

Oh yeah, first pleasure then pain. That was the rule. If you want to enjoy the pleasure, then you are going to have to be punished with pain.

Meg thrust harder into his ass causing him to scream every time she thrust. “You’re my little bitch now!” She yelled at him. “You know you wish t his were a real cock in your ass, don’t you?”

“N…n… no!” He managed to scream out.

“Yes it is you Wimpy Dick, panty wearing little cock whore!” She yelled at him as she thrust into his ass over and over again. She looked down at his cock. It was rock hard. “Look everyone Wimpy Dick is hard! See! I told you that you loved cock and loved cock in your ass!”

Just for effect, I got up and walked over and looked down at his cock. “Yes, I do believe you are correct dear Meg. He certainly has a rock hard cock.” I then motioned Sherry over. “Sherry check this out.” Sherry walked over.

“Yes, Mistress. His cock is definitely hard.” She smiled at me. Then we both walked back to our chairs.

“Well, you do realize that if you have an orgasm without our permission, there will be hell to pay through severe punishment?” Ally informed him.

I turned and whispered to Sherry to join the girls.

Sherry got up and walked over to the hanging paddles. She picked up my favorite one. The black leather one with silver studs along the edges and holes for airflow. I had very fond memories from that paddle. And soon Wimpy Dick will have them too.

“I know what will keep him from cumming.” Sherry then raised the paddle and brought it down upon his cock.

THWACK!!!

He screamed like a little baby. I have to give her credit though, his hard on went away. Wimpy Dick’s eyes were bulging at this point. Sherry raised the paddle again and brought it down upon his cock and balls once again.

THWACK!!!

Drool was starting to drip from the corners of his mouth. Meg was still fucking him in the ass while Sherry was having her fun with the paddle.

“You still being with multiple women?” Ally taunted him. He just grunted and groaned. Ally then took the paddle away from Sherry and raised it above her head.

“N..n…nnnnoooo!” He screamed out.

“What? Dud you say something to me?” Ally asked sarcastically.

“N….nnn…noooo!” He screamed out once again.

“Hmmmm… I don’t think that is the safe word.” She slammed the paddle down across his cock and balls one last time.

THWACK!!!

“Arghh!” He yelled out.

I think Wimpy Dick was in so much pain, he forgot his safe word. Oh well, it happens. We just continue with our play. It’s the rule.

“Awww… did that hurt?” Ally said in her soothing voice. “Here let me rub it for you.” She began to rub his cock with her hand. She pulled out a bottle of cooling lotion and rubbed it all over his cock and balls. Meg was still fucking his ass.

I got up and walked over to Meg and patted her on her ass and whispered in her ear. “That’s enough for now.” She got up and pulled the dildo out of his ass. He sighed a sigh of relief. He was enjoying the cock rub he was getting from Ally and Meg wasn’t ass raping him anymore.

I walked over to him and leaned over his face. “How are you feeling there Wimpy Dick?” I asked him.

“Good Mistress.” He said faintly.

“Remember, you can’t orgasm without my permission. Understand?” I tapped his chest with my fingernail.

“Yes, Mistress. I understand.” He said reassuringly.

“I’m glad. I wouldn’t want Meg to have to fuck you some more. Even though it did look like you were enjoying it.”

I nodded my head to Meg and looked over to his cock that Ally was still rubbing. Meg walked over to the other side of the table from where Ally was and started licking his cock. I figured after all the pain he had jus received, a little pleasure was in order.

After all, I am not a heartless bitch. No matter how cocky or arrogant he was in the beginning. He did come around, I must admit. And pretty quick too. They are so easy to break once you establish who is in charge.

I told him, “See how nice we can be when you obey us? When you first arrived, I was beginning to think that we would have to castrate you for you to submit yourself to us.” I said to him. “You came around though. I knew you would.” I paused and added, “But, if you ever speak to me in a condescending tone or disobey me or my girls, I will have Meg fuck your ass so hard that she will leave bruises on your ass cheeks. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He said.

“Excellent. I’m glad we have things all worked out now and we have an understanding.” I smiled. “Sherry, he’s all yours now.”

Sherry began kissing his neck and then working her way to his chest. “So, I hear you want to be with an older woman?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“But, you’re such a cute little boy.” She continued kissing his body. “You know you are old enough to be my grandson?”

“You’re not that old.” He tried complimenting Sherry.

“Do you have any idea how old I am?” She asked.

“37 or 38?” He said.

“I am in my mid 50’s.” She informed him.

“But… but you look much younger.”

“Wimpy Dick, are you trying to flatter me? Is that what you are doing? Are you trying to get into my panties?” She teased him.

Meg and Ally were sitting on either side of me enjoying the show. Sherry had the quality of making someone feel comfortable and relaxed and then she would turn on them in a heartbeat.

Sherry ran her tongue down his chest over to his nipples. She flicked them a few times with her tongue. As she was licking and nibbling his chest, she lightly scraped her nails over his stomach skin. “Guess what Wimpy Dick?”

“What?” He asked. Enjoying every movement Sherry was making.

She then ran her tongue down to his stomach and she moved her body down between his restrained legs. She looked up at him between his legs and said, “I’m not wearing any panties.” She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to squeeze it and stroke it. Her squeeze was a little too tight for Wimpy Dick’s comfort.

She then took her nails and raked them across his balls while stile squeezing his cock tight and stroking it. She took the head of his cock and out it in her mouth scraped her teeth along the head, gently biting down on it. He let out a little groan in pain and tried to move his body. But he couldn’t move too much because of the restraints on his ankles and wrists.

Sherry was torturing him a little, reminding him of who exactly was in charge. “Never forget your place and who is n charge here little boy.” She slowly said in her soothing voice. “Your little wimpy dick, no matter how small it is, still belongs to me right now and I can do whatever I please with it.” She was smiling an evil grin. Looking at him like she was a lioness and he was her prey.

She took his balls in her mouth and began slowly sucking them, massaging them with her tongue. Then she bit down on them with her teeth, gently gnawing on them, causing him a little pain. His body shook e a little, first from the pleasure and then from the pain.

Despite the pain, his cock was hard, rock hard. He liked looking down and seeing Sherry playing with his cock, no matter how much pain she was giving him. He was beginning to actually enjoy it.

That happens with some clients. At first they are afraid of the pain along with their pleasure. But, what they don’t realize is that the pain enhances the pleasure. Makes them appreciate the pleasure when it happens. Men take pleasure for granted. You have to make them want to appreciate it when it happens. Relish in it. Bathe in it. Embrace it with open arms.

Sherry understood this. And while she had his balls in her mouth and his cock in her hand, she took her other hand, her long finger nail to be precise and jabbed it into his already sore asshole down to his prostate.

“Oh fuck!” He screamed as Sherry began finger fucking his asshole, jabbing her finger in and out over and over again. She took his balls out of her mouth and wrapped her hand around them and began squeezing them, like they were lemons and she was making lemonade. His body tightened and he screamed. You would have thought she was electrocuting him by the way he was screaming.

Which reminded me. I had that electrocution rod in the cabinet. Should I get it for her? I was going to and then I changed my mind. I thought about it again and she was already doing a fabulous job on her own. I didn’t want to interrupt her momentum. So, I let her continue on her own.

Sherry began to suck his cock, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Still squeezing his balls tight and her finger raping his ass. I could tell he wasn’t sure what to expect or enjoy. The pleasure or the pain. Why not both? I thought to myself.

Enjoy both, you idiot. Take them both at the same time. Embrace them together. Let it enhance your otherwise pathetic sex life. Because, honey, it doesn’t get much better than this, pleasure mixed with pain, when it comes down to it.

She continued pumping his cock with her mouth. I could tell that she wanted to bring him to orgasm. Sherry was working his cock with every ounce of her energy. She pumped him harder and harder.

Then, as if everything had been built up inside of him for years, he began to cum. His screams were more like squeaks. Like a cat toy. It took all I had not to burst into laughter. See, even us mistresses have to contain ourselves at times. Have to demonstrate our own self-control.

But, I digress. Back to squeaky mouse toy… You know, like one of those squeaky mouse toys. How appropriate, I thought. Sherry was the cat and this little pathetic loser was the mouse. As he squeaked his orgasm out into Sherry’s mouth, she took his semen. All of it.

When he was done cumming, Sherry did the ultimate thing someone in charge of a blow job could do. Actually, should do. She shared with him. Not in orgasm, mind you, but she slowly got up, wiped the corners of her mouth and walked up to his mouth. She leaned over, pressed her lips against his and with her lips opened his mouth to kiss her. Then she shared more than a kiss with him. She shared his own semen. His spunk. The very fluids that he had just given her, she was giving back to him.

I could tell he was gagging. They always do when they first taste their own cum. It was the order of events. They loved to squirt their cum into our mouths without any problem, and most of us will take it in stride into our mouths, but when the moment comes when we want to give it back to them… all bets are off.

Sherry forced Wimpy Dick to taste her victory. Victory over his cock. Sure, she allowed him to cum in her mouth. But she got the last laugh. It was all a game and in every instance, he was going to lose. Even if he thought he was winning or going to win, it was evident that he would lose. Because, even when we make them think they have won, in reality, they didn’t.

“I bet you have never tasted you own cum before.” She laughed.

He was still gagging. “Nnn…no.”

“Go on, swallow it.” She coached him. “Take it down your throat. That’s it.” She caressed the side of his face with her hand. “Take ever last drop of it.”

When it was apparent he had swallowed it all, he said, “What the fuck?! That was gross!”

“Why is that darling?” Sherry said in her soft voice. “It’s your own fluids. You guys never have a problem making us girls swallow your semen. I thought it would only be fair to share it back with you. If I didn’t, it would make me a selfish person. And I am not a selfish person. I believe in sharing.” She grinned at him. “Well, now it’s time for you to please me now. It’s only fair.”

Sherry climbed up on the table and straddled his face. She lifted up her vinyl dress and placed her shaved pussy over his lips. “Come on now, eat my pussy.” She commanded.

He stuck his tongue out and into her pussy right away. Sherry raised herself up and slapped his face. “No! That is not how you eat my pussy! Haven’t you ever eaten pussy before? For god’s sake! You have to pace yourself, this isn’t a race! Do you need a lesson?” Sherry got up off the table. “Meg, come over here!” Meg got up and walked over to the table.

The table was wide enough for four people to lie across it. “Meg climb up on the table. I am going to show this little boy how to eat pussy.”

Meg got on top of the table and laid down next to Wimpy Dick with her pussy right in front of his face, so he could see how pink and shaved she was.

She spread her legs wide apart and Sherry began her pussy eating lesson.

“The proper way to eat pussy…” She began. “First you take your tongue and lick around the outer pussy, right along the pussy lips. This way you can get a sample of her sweet pussy juices and smell her beautiful bouquet.” Sherry licked her lips and took in a deep breath of Meg’s pussy aroma. “Mmmmm… Delicious.” She licked her pussy lips and sucked on them and licked and sucked. I could tell Meg was getting excited. But, apparently not as excited as Wimpy Dick was. His sock was already hard.

“Then you take the tip of your tongue and flick her clit and nibble on it and suck it and nibble and suck. This always drives a woman wild.” She then started playing with Meg’s clit with her tongue. Meg arched her back in pleasure. Wimpy Dick was actually drooling at the mouth watching Sherry lick Meg’s pussy.

Sherry looked over at him. “Are you following me?” She asked innocently, knowing very damn well had hadn’t taken his eyes of her mouth or Meg’s pussy.

“Yes.” He said like he was out of breath. “Yes, I am. Please don’t stop.” He was getting really turned on by watching a woman eat another woman’s pussy.

“Have you ever seen a woman go down on another woman’s pussy before, huh Wimpy Dick?” Sherry asked him again in her innocent tone and blinking her eyes.

“No, I never have.” He panted.

“Ahhh.. I bet you are enjoying this, aren’t you?” She asked him.

“Yes, very much.” He replied still breathing heavy.

Even though he was enjoying watching Sherry eat Meg’s pussy, it was still pure torture watching it and not being able to stroke his cock. That is what he wanted more than anything to do right now. If only he could get out of his restraints and reach down and stroke his hard aching cock. That was all he could think of at that particular moment.

Sherry continued. “Once you get her good and wet, then you tease her pussy by taking the tip of your tongue and slowly and gently sliding it inside her pussy, then sliding it out. Slide it in and then slide it out. Slowly, teasing her. As if you were slowly fucking her with your tongue.”

Sherry paused for a moment and thought a minute. “Well, actually, that is exactly what you are doing. You are fucking her with your tongue slowly, like this.” Sherry continued slowly fucking Meg’s pussy with her tongue. Meg was getting wetter and wetter. Wimpy Dick’s cock was rock hard and throbbing. If only he could touch it. It hurt so much.

I turned to Ally and whispered to her to go and have fun with his cock. She immediately got up and climbed up on top of the table in between his legs. He looked down. Oh yes! He thought. But, then he remembered when Sherry made him eat and swallow his own cum. His stomach churned thinking about that. He still could taste himself in his own mouth and his reflexes made him gag a little.

He didn’t care. All he wanted was his cock played with. Sucked. Anything. Ally started licking his balls and taking them into her mouth and slowly massaging them with her tongue. “You want me to suck your cock?” She asked looking up at him with her sweet innocent looking eyes.

There comes a time in a man’s life when all rationality and thought of consequences leave his brain along with the blood that flows down to his cock. All intelligence and thought process has become null and void. The only thing that he is focused on is getting his cock wet. Either inside a pussy or a mouth. That’s it. Plain and simple. And right now, that was all that was on Wimpy Dick’s mind. Fuck the consequences! Damn the Torpedoes! Full speed ahead!

“Yes.” He blurted out without thinking.

Ally began licking his cock and sucking on the head. Taking his cock deep into her mouth and throat. I had to admit, she was a good cock sucker. She could get ten inches down her throat without gagging. She showed me one night with one of our dildos. I was impressed. I could get maybe seven or eight, if I concentrated. But ten, never. So, Wimpy Dick’s small five inch penis was nothing going down her throat.

She even took in his balls at the same time as his cock. They all fit nicely inside her mouth all nestled inside. As he felt the sheer pleasure of having his cock sucked and watching Sherry eat out Meg’s pussy, he couldn’t think of anything better that had ever happened in his life as it was happening right now, at this exact moment.

This was a dream come true for him. All the pain he had experienced earlier, the discomfort, the torture. Gone. All he could focus on was the pleasure right now. He had never had his cock sucked so good before as Ally was sucking his cock now.

But, of course all good things must come to an end or be enhanced with pain. It was the rule. No pleasure without pain. No pain without pleasure.

No one had seen or heard me get up from my throne. I had walked over to the cabinet and pulled out my favorite toy. I strapped it to myself after taking my black vinyl mini skirt off.

At this point I was wearing, my black knee high vinyl six inch stiletto boots. My steel boned black vinyl corset and as I walked closer to the fun on the table, everyone saw, including Wimpy Dick, that I had on t he largest, most obscene looking, blackest, thickest strap on dildo that anyone had ever seen before in their life. I saved this weapon of ass destruction for special occasions.

Wimpy Dick’s friends had bought him this time in my dungeon as his 21st birthday present. I wanted to give him a birthday present he would never forget. Not in his lifetime and possibly the next one too.

Everyone had a surprised look on their face. Well everyone except for Wimpy Dick. He looked terrified. I tossed the red ball gag to Ally and she immediately strapped it on around his head. “Thank you darling.” I said to Ally, “I’m not in the mood to hear his pathetic whining and whimpering at this particular moment right now.

Wimpy Dick tried to squirm, but his restraints limited him on that. I placed a small pillow under his lower back to raise his ass up. I grabbed a bottle of lube and handed it to Ally. “Lube his ass up for me.” She took the lube and began preparing his ass for my dildo.

I walked over to the side of where his face was. “Wimpy Dick, I don’t think you have ever met my good friend Mr. F. U.” I showed him the strap on dildo up close. “Mr. F.U. is fifteen inches of pure unadulterated pleasure and pain.” I smiled at him for a moment. “And guess what? He has been dying to meet your pathetic little ass.” I then walked back over to the end of the table where his ass was waiting for me.

Sherry continued licking and sucking Meg’s pussy.

I climbed onto the table and Mr. F.U. swung and bounced between my legs as if dancing at the thought of being used to finally fuck someone good and hard. “Ally lube my friend here up now.” Ally lubed up my dildo.

When she was done, she spread his ass cheeks wide open for me. I saw his perky little hairless asshole. Waiting for me to impale.

I took the bulbous head and placed it right in his opening. I pushed forward and heard a “pop” noise as it entered. The head alone was the size of a doorknob. I heard him as he tried to scream through his ball gag. But it just came out like garbled sounds.

“Relax.” I told him. “If you relax, it will feel good after awhile.” I pushed it in deeper. “I bet you’ve told that to many girls you have ass fucked before.” I pushed in deeper. “So, have you ass fucked many girls before? Grunt once for yes and two for no.” He grunted once.

“Ahh… was it more than five times? Grunt once for yes and twice fro no.” He grunted once again. “So, I am sure you told them the same thing. To relax and it will start to feel better. I bet you didn’t even use lube on them though, did you?” He grunted twice.

“Well, at least I have the courtesy to fuck you with lube. I’m polite and old fashioned that way.” I giggled. “Then again, your little wimp dick isn’t even near the size of my cock.” I laughed. “My cock is bigger than your wimpy, little pathetic excuse for a penis. No wonder why girls let you fuck them in their ass. There’s nothing much to stick in their ass.” I started laughing uncontrollably as I pushed the dildo in deeper. I crack myself up sometimes.

I had the dildo halfway in and I began to slowly start fucking him. Holding onto his hips and thrusting deeper and deeper inside of him. With every thrust he groaned. As his ass became looser it was easier to push the dildo in more.

I would pull the dildo almost out of his ass, then thrust it in deeper than before. I begin to have a good rhythm going. In and out. Thrusting deeper and deeper. I was on a mission to get this whole dildo into his ass.

I looked over at Sherry and Meg. They were still going at it. Sherry licking Meg’s pussy really good. I could tell Meg was going to cum soon. I looked down at Ally and nodded my head. She went back to sucking his cock and massaging his balls as I raped his ass.

When ally began to start sucking his cock, I could tell he was finally starting to relax a little bit even though I knew his ass was in somewhat pain. But, the mixture of pleasure and pain will enhance his orgasm and the visual of Sherry eating Meg’s pussy…

Oh wait! Sherry and Meg were getting into a sixty-nine position. Sherry was straddling Meg’s face and leaning over to lick her pussy more as Meg was sliding her tongue in and around Sherry’s pussy. Now that was a vision that would turn and man or woman on! He was watching them intently. Aroused beyond all belief.

I was still fucking him hard with the dildo. I looked down at Ally and her little round ass was up in the air as she was sucking on his cock and balls. I reached down and slid my finger inside of Ally’s pussy and began to finger fuck her. The surprise entrance of my finger into her pussy made her moan a little, but I knew she welcomed it.

Everyone was being pleased and I was orchestrating this orgy of delight as I continued fucking and destroying this pathetic little loser’s ass. Everyone was feeling pleasure. Except for him. He was feeling pleasure and pain. Lucky bastard. He had no idea how lucky he was.

As I fucked him harder and deeper, the girls were coming close to their orgasms, I knew I was hitting Ally’s G-spot and she would be cumming soon and Wimpy Dick, I knew he would be spurting out his jism into Ally’s mouth soon enough.

There was so much sexual tension and stimulation in the room. You could smell the sex in the air. It was intoxicating. I closed my eyes and fucked him with every cell of energy I had in my body.

With my eyes closed, I started to hear him moan, instead of groan. It was moans of pleasure. And then it all started as if on queue. I heard Sherry begin to moan and breathe heavy as she was cumming. Meg began to tremble as she was having her orgasm. Letting out her screams. Ally was starting to squirt all over my hand as I slid in another finger and pounded her G-spot. I felt her body trembling and shaking under my hand.

Then there was Wimpy Dick. That boy came so hard, the intensity of his orgasm and the thrusting of my dildo into his ass, must have loosened the strap behind his head because his ball gag had popped off. The next thing I knew he was yelling at the top of his lungs. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m cumming! Oh my fucking god! I’m cumming! Ahhhhh!!!”

Everyone was breathing heavy and coming down from their orgasms. As if the sweetest song had just ended.

I pulled the dildo out of his ass. Sherry and Meg got up. Ally climbed off the table. And Wimpy Dick? He just lied there like a limp rag doll. He was trying to catch his breath. His heart was racing, his adrenaline pumping.

I untied his restrains and helped him sit up. Ally had gone and grabbed him a bottle of cold water and gave it to him. Sherry and Meg were rubbing his back. He sipped the water and when he caught his breath and was able to talk he began to speak.

“Oh my fucking god! That was so amazing! You girls are really good! I had never done anything like this before, but I have always wanted to and my friends knew I did, so that it why they bought me my time here with you ladies. Thank you. Thank you so much. I feel so relaxed and as if every single stressed out muscle in my body had been massaged and drained of any stress. I will definitely come back here and all my friends will get time with out for their birthdays as well.” He was grinning from ear to ear. “But, I know my ass will never be the same again.” Everyone laughed.

As Master Azrael always used to say, “Never let them leave unhappy.”