SLAVE AND MISTRESS

SLAVE AND MISTRESS

At the age of 27, I was single and fed up with sex and debauchery, both traditional and same-sex. It would be time to calm down, get married and lead a decent lifestyle. But I couldn’t calm down and continued to look for adventures on my head and other parts of my body.

And then one day before the weekend I looked again at the site of sexual services and found an advertisement in which the Mistress was looking for a Slave who preferred sadomasochistic services. I had never tried this before and decided to call the number provided.

A low but pleasant female voice answered me.

— Hello. I'm following an ad.

— What are you interested in?

—

Everything that is connected with the pleasure that you guarantee, but without injury or damage,” I answered.

- But you understand that you will experience pain and humiliation.

- Of course, but I think the pain will be pleasant.

- Without a doubt. But I want to warn you that you will not have sex in the literal sense of the word, although you will ejaculate many times.

— I see. In principle, this suits me, I didn’t give up.

- Okay. Now about the price. It will cost $500.

- Agreed.

— And one more thing. Do you mind if my assistant assists me?

- Not if he is a nice person who knows how to keep his mouth shut.

Next, my interlocutor moved on to the technical side of the issue, how much time I have and other little things that were not directly related to the matter. She also asked if I accepted everything in sex or if there were any restrictions. I replied that that was it. Then she explained how to get there and at what time, since I said that I had the whole night from Saturday to Sunday.

— You can take with you a bottle of alcohol, whatever you prefer, to keep yourself in good shape. If you want, everything that happens to you can be filmed in one copy and transferred to you. It will cost another $100.

The next evening at the appointed time I stood at the door of the house where my Mistress lived. It was located in the suburbs, in a prestigious holiday village.

I was closely examined for a while using a video camera attached above the door, then the lock clicked and the door opened automatically. “Come in,” a voice came from the intercom. In the dim hallway, I was met, in all likelihood, by a young man, but a face I could not see, since he was wearing a black leather mask.

He ​​led me along the corridor and we went up to the second floor. At the end of the corridor, he opened the door, letting me into a tiny room in which there was a trestle bed covered with a blanket, and an old wooden hanger and a bedside table.

— Strip naked,” said my guide and remained outside the door.

I began to undress. The young man was apparently waiting for me, since I did not hear his retreating steps. About seven minutes later I opened the door slightly and told him I was ready.

- Did you bring your drink with you? – he asked. I nodded. “Then take it with you and follow me.”

We went up to the third floor, and the young man led me into a huge hall, where there was also twilight. He led me to a small table on which stood a saucer of sliced ​​lemon and disposable cups.

- You can drink a little. “The lady will come now,” said my companion and left.

Taking a bottle of vodka out of the bag, and of all drinks I prefer it, I poured some into a glass and drank it, snacking on a slice of lemon. Suddenly, quiet, but some kind of ominous music began to flow and the hall was illuminated with crimson-red light. The entire opposite wall was occupied by a mirror. There is a huge cross attached to another wall. There were devices everywhere, and ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling. There were three couches along the walls. One corner was fenced off with a black curtain.

I felt a little creepy, and I drank half a glass of vodka. The music began to pick up the pace and volume, the lights went out for a moment, and when they appeared again, a woman was standing in the middle of the hall. Her outfit matched the setting. There is a black half-mask on the face, black leather bodysuits on the body, and black patent leather boots with thin heels on the feet. And blonde flowing hair.

Her sudden appearance made an impression on me.

— Hello. Have you fulfilled all my conditions? – she asked.

— Hello. Yes, of course,” I replied. Her conditions were as follows: not to eat two hours before the visit and not to drink liquids.

- Address me as Madam. Failure to comply with this will result in a lash. – And a multi-ribbon whip appeared in her hands.

— Yes, Mistress,” I repeated.

At this moment, another participant in our “show” appeared. This was the young man who met me. Now he was acting as the Mistress's assistant. He was wearing black leather jockeys, a short leather vest and the same mask on his face.

— Lie on the couch on your stomach. “I followed her instructions, repeating “Yes, Mistress.” As I lay down on the couch, a bright beam of light appeared above it. Subsequently, I made sure that all the couches and machines were equipped with such a device to illuminate the scene of action.

— The Boy, begin! - she said in English, and the boy went behind the curtain. I knew the language and understood that it had to start something.

— Yes, my mam,” he answered and came out from behind the curtain, dragging a thin hose behind him.

He ​​came up to me and with a slap on my buttock made me spread my legs wider. Unceremoniously, he stuck the tip of the hose into my ass and soon I felt my bowels filling with warm water.

— You need to be cleared for further action,” the Lady explained.

— Yes, Mistress,” I answered, and I myself thought that this was one of the first humiliations.

Soon I was filled with water to the limit. The boy turned off the water and pulled the hose out of me. I could not bear it any longer and said so, for which I received a lash on the buttocks.

- Be patient! - the Mistress ordered, and the boy put a collar on my neck. When he fastened the leash with a carabiner, the Mistress ordered him to go with him.

He ​​took me to the toilet room, and I immediately sat down on the toilet. The boy stood nearby and heard water spewing out of me with natural secretions. After hygiene procedures, we returned to the hall. The boy led me to the cross and secured me to it with hand and foot straps. Moreover, the legs were spread very wide. He unfastened the leash from the collar and fastened it to the cross with a very short chain.

Mistress handed him a split ring and he secured it to my scrotum. To this ring he attached two metal balls, but rather heavy ones. They began to pull back my balls. The Mistress herself attached special clothespins with chains to my nipples and hung weights on each chain.

— Let’s go, we will drink coffee,” she said, turning to the boy, and they left the hall.

She always addressed her assistant in English, so I will not bore the reader and will write the dialogues between them in Russian.

So, I was left alone in the hall. The body began to go numb. I tried to move, but the straps held me tightly. Weights on the balls and nipples pulled them back and caused some discomfort. For some reason, my penis began to fill with blood and stood up.

My tormentors were gone for probably half an hour.

— Not a bad effect,” the Lady noted. - Would you like a drink?

— Yes, Mistress,” I answered. The boy began to untie me, but did not remove the weights.

He ​​again fastened the leash to the collar and led me to the table where the vodka stood. Even though it was not far, it was inconvenient to walk - the weights on the eggs were in the way. I drank a glass of vodka, and it seemed to feel better. The boy took the weights off his eggs and the clothespins from his nipples. My erection subsided. My health has improved. He led me to a device that looked like a surgical table. I lay down on my back. The assistant secured the legs, and then the arms. He told me to open my mouth and inserted some pieces of iron into the corners of my lips, and began to pull and tie strings at the back of my head. Because of this, the mouth was constantly open.

He ​​then tilted the back of the table and my legs dropped down. He did the same to the front, and the upper torso sank down. The mistress came up to me and began to beat me on the genitals with a whip that looked like a fly swatter.

The boy stood next to my head, but because of my position I could look up at him. He unbuttoned the flap of his panties and stuck his still soft penis into my mouth, which gradually began to harden.

— Caress the head of your penis with your tongue,” now the boy gave me an order. Since I couldn’t suck because of the piece of iron in my mouth, I started licking his head with my tongue and getting hit on the genitals with a whip.

This went on for about ten minutes until the guy poured his juice onto me, and I had to swallow it so as not to choke. The mistress stopped whipping me with her whip. He immediately straightened the table and removed the muzzle, but was in no hurry to untie it. The mistress handed him some object, and he began to fiddle with my genitals.

When he finished, my penis was wearing a male chastity belt made of transparent plastic with a clasp on the top. He untied his legs, but put leather cuffs on his ankles. He put the same ones on his wrists.

— Take him, let him drink vodka,” the Mistress ordered him.

After drinking vodka, I used my hands to feel my genitals, which were now firmly encased in a plastic casing that looked like a penis in a sleeping state with a hole at the end for urination.

— You’ll have this thing for a long time,” the guy said, noticing my movements.

Now he led me to a stand on four legs, similar to a school “goat” in the gym. He secured my legs and bent me over so that I lay on my stomach on this “goat” upholstered in leatherette. He secured my arms to my front legs. As I understood, my anus was in full view of them.

— Do you engage in gay sex? Just don't lie! – asked the Lady.

- Yes, Mistress, sometimes.

— Great,” she said. “Bring number 4,” she turned to the guy.

I felt something cool being applied to my anal and realized it was lubricant. Then something pressed against the folds of my anal area, and I realized that my tormentors wanted to insert something into me. A sharp pain pierced me that I involuntarily screamed, for which I immediately received a blow of a whip on the buttocks. It became clear to me that a decent-sized anal plug had been inserted into my ass.

— Let’s hang him up and go and have a smoke,” the guy suggested.

- No. Must be hung with a hook. In this position you need to whip,” answered the Mistress. “But you’re right, let’s go and take a break.”

And they left me alone again. The plug was pressing on the prostate gland, and my poor shackled penis wanted to stretch out to its full length, but the chastity belt did not allow it to do this. In addition, the bladder began to remind itself...

Having returned, the Mistress and her assistant began to whip me with a whip and a crop on the buttocks. It didn’t hurt very much, but their blows made the excitement grow. The execution lasted about ten minutes. Then they untied me, and the guy took me out for a drink again. Here I told him that I needed to go to the toilet.

He, holding me on a leash, took me to the same toilet room, where I was able to empty my bladder. The butt plug was bursting me from the inside and prevented me from walking normally. I had to stick my butt out. In the hall, he ordered me to bend over and spread my legs wider. When I took this position, he pulled the butt plug out of me. Now he will insert anal beads into the formed hollow. The first ones, small in diameter, entered easily, but the last ones, large in diameter, entered with difficulty. The guy made an effort to push them in.

— By the way,” the Mistress noted, “he hasn’t cum yet, but I promised.”

- No problem. “We’ll do it now,” the guy answered and took me to the couch. - Lie on your back.

He ​​again secured my arms and legs so that I was immobilized. But he removed the “shackles” from my penis and it, sensing freedom, began to straighten up. The assistant disappeared behind the curtain and soon returned. His hands were in medical rubber gloves, and in his hands there was some kind of wire wound in rings.

Taking my organ in one hand, the guy pressed on the head, and the opening of the urethra opened, into which he inserted a wire with a small ball at the end. Now he began to push this ball with the help of a flexible wire into the inside of the channel.

There was an incomprehensible feeling of pleasure and slight pain: the ball pleasantly tickled the urethra, but also stretched the canal. Having passed the entire length of the channel, the ball rested on something, but the assistant began to rotate the wire to the sides and the ball penetrated further. According to my understanding, he was now somewhere in the bladder.

Lubricant flowed abundantly from the channel. The guy pulled the wire out of me. A metal pin with a bend at the end appeared in his hands. With this bend, he inserted this pin into the canal again. Now the pain was palpable, but there was also more pleasure. The penis began to twitch, and the desire to cum appeared.

— Now you’re going to cum with me,” the guy said quietly and pushed the end of the pin into the channel.

And indeed, something inside the body turned on, and I realized that I had finished. But the channel occupied by the pin had difficulty passing sperm and this intensified the buzz. The pin itself began to come out of the canal under the pressure of sperm and fell out of it onto my stomach, and the juice flooded my entire pubis.

— How do you feel? – asked the Lady.

— Excellent, my Lady,” I replied.

— Give him a wet napkin,” she turned to the guy. - Let him wipe his pubis. It's a good thing he's shaved, otherwise he'd have to take a shower.

Since my hands were fixed, the assistant himself wiped my pubis and penis. Before untying me, the guy put suction cups on my nipples, which pulled them into themselves. Then he placed a massive and wide ring with spikes on my scrotum. Now the ring itself was pulling the eggs down and it seemed that the skin of the scrotum would burst from such pressure.

And only now the guy freed me. But getting up from the couch, I couldn’t walk normally, because the spikes on the ring fixed to the scrotum dug into my thighs, and it hurt.

— Get on your hands and knees and let’s go,” the assistant told me.

I took the indicated position, and he led me, like a dog, on a leash to the table with vodka. The drink had a tonic effect and, feeling a surge of strength, I was ready for new challenges. The guy again led me, like a dog, to the opposite corner. Here I stood up to my full height, but with my legs spread wide so that the thorns would not dig into my body.

The assistant attached chains hanging from the ceiling to my cuffs on my wrists, and also fixed my legs in this position. Then, showing me, he inserted a hook on a cable with a knob in the shape of a ball into the anus. He pulled the chains, and his hands were up. Then I pulled the cable with the hook, so much so that it seemed to me that it would tear my ass in two halves.

But that wasn’t all. He attached four weights to the ring on the scrotum, which significantly pulled my economy down. Instead of suction cups, he put clothespins on the nipples and attached heavier weights to them. I had to stand in this position with the letter “zyu”. The hook and balls tore my ass, and the weights on my scrotum and nipples pulled me down.

And my tormentors, leaving me, went to drink coffee or smoke.

I lost track of time. It seems that it must be past midnight. My whole body went numb when the Mistress and her assistant returned to the hall. This time they were gone, as it seemed to me, longer than usual. First of all, the guy freed his arms and legs, but I still had to stand in the brace, as the spikes were in the way. Then he removed the weights from the scrotum and nipples. I touched them with my fingers and was scared: they were the size of the phalanx of my little finger. Finally, he pulled the hook and balls out of his ass.

— A drink? – he asked and I nodded.

However, the thorns continued to hang on the scrotum, and I again had to walk on all fours. After drinking, I told him in a whisper that I wanted to smoke. In general, I rarely smoke, but after all these “events” I really wanted to. The guy took me to the toilet room, again, like a dog. He gave me a cigarette and a lighter. And he lit a cigarette himself.

— What time? – I asked him.

— I am not ordered to speak,” he answered. - It’s already night.

He ​​unfastened the valve on his jocks, walked over to the toilet and began to release a stream. Looking at him, I also wanted to take a leak. After that, I crawled to the toilet and began to adjust myself so that the stream would get where it needed to go. But the thorns got in the way.

— You sit down,” he advised me. - And pee like a woman. “I nodded and followed his advice.

We returned to the Mistress. She began to reprimand her assistant that they would not have time to complete the entire program. Therefore, no walks. He nodded obediently. И она стала давать ему указания, которые он стал выполнять.Он уложил меня на очередную кушетку и опять при помощи ремней обездвижил. Наконец-то он снял с многострадальной мошонки кольцо с шипами.

Парень опять ввел в канал гибкую проволоку, но теперь на конце был не шарик, а конус. Я чувствовал, как конус проник очень глубоко.Затем он капроновой веревкой обмотал корень моего члена вместе с мошонкой и стал ее натягивать. Я выгибался, чтобы он не оторвал мои гениталии. Мошонка стала темно фиолетового цвета.

— Не беспокойся, — сказал парень. – Эта штука и твой вес выдержит.

В такой позе я пробыл не более десяти минут. Ассистент ослабил веревку и развязал ее. Но с кушетки меня не снимал.

Он подкатил небольшую тележку, на которой стоял какой-то электроприбор. Размотал тоненькие провода и при помощи зажимов два присоединил к соскам, а два к мошонке и к проволоке, которая торчала из канала.

— Сейчас еще раз кончишь, — сказал он мне.

Он включил прибор и через мое тело стали пробегать несильные разряды электричество. Причем, попеременно: то через соски, то через гениталии. Член моментально приобрел твердость и стал подергиваться. Из канала начала сочиться смазка. Возбуждение порой доходило до пика, но разряд кончался и желание отступало. И опять все повторялось.

Через несколько минут парень, видимо, добавил напряжение и разряды стали ощутимее. Подошла Госпожа и несколько раз нанесла удары плеткой по гениталиям. Тут я не выдержал и с криком стал выстреливать свое семя. Причем, залпы были такими мощными, что первый забрызгал все лицо, и даже несколько капель попало в рот. Ассистент убавил напряжение, и теперь разряды не были такими раздражающими. Он принес ложку и стал собирать мою сперму, а затем кормил меня ею.

Правда, для меня это не было чем-то необычным. Дома после мастурбации, зная полезные свойства этого белка, всегда употреблял его, не проливая ни капли.Потом парень освободил меня, но проволоку с конусом вытаскивать не стал. Он подал мне влажные салфетки, и я обтер ими лицо, грудь и живот.

Он опять отвел меня к столику, чтобы я смог принять своё «успокоительное».

— Как вы относитесь к фистингу? – спросила меня Госпожа.

— Нормально, моя Госпожа. Но кроме полового члена и имитаторов, в моем анусе ничего не было, — ответил я.

— Хотите, чтобы мой ассистент сделал это рукой? – поинтересовалась она.

— Наверное, да, моя Госпожа.

— Готовься, — сказала она мaльчику, и тот скрылся за занавесом.

Через пару минут он появился. На правую руку была надета резиновая перчатка до локтя, в левой руке флакон со смазкой, как можно было догадаться.

— Мы не станем вас привязывать. Думаю, вы выдержите, — Госпожа подошла ко мне. – Откройте рот. – Я сделал, как она велела, и Госпожа вставила мне шарик с тесемками, которые она затянула на затылке. Это был кляп.

— Становитесь в коленно-локтевую позу на этот мат, — указала она. – Хорошо упирайтесь руками. Все будет окей, — успокоила она меня.

Сзади подошел ассистент и хорошо смазал мой анал. Я думаю, он также хорошо обмазал свою перчатку.Не буду описывать, как он пальцами пытался растянуть мое отверстие, я думаю, оно и так было растянуто после применения анальной пробки, шариков и крюка с набалдашником. Скажу лишь одно, когда его ладонь оказалась во мне, я пытался заорать благим матом, но кляп сделал свое дело и из моего горла вырывались лишь приглушенные хрипы и стоны.

Когда его пальцы нащупали мою простату, у меня возникло чувство невесомости и наступающего удовольствия. Боль разрывающегося заднего прохода отступила на второй план.

Его рука продолжала путешествие в моих внутренностях. Мои ощущения словами, наверное, описать трудно, как и трудно сравнить руку с половым членом.Возвращаясь обратно, его пальцы опять массировали мою железу, чем вызвали бурную реакцию моего организма – он излил из себя огромное количество семенной жидкости…

Когда все было кончено, я спросил у парня, большое ли дупло образовалось?

— Приличное, — ответил он. – А какая красивая розочка выглядывает из него, прелесть!

— Ты не волнуйся. Он у тебя скоро закроется, — успокаивал меня парень.

Я сам пошел к столику и выпил полный стаканчик водки. Неловко повернувшись, я качнулся и проволока, торчащая из члена, задела столешницу и внутри у меня что-то кольнуло. Я и забыл, что внутри меня проволока с конусом.

Пришлось самому ее и вытаскивать. Она вся была в сперме и слизи. Я подозвал парня и отдал ее ему.

— Тебе хочется пописать? – спросил он у меня.

— Пожалуй, да, — ответил я.

— Тогда подожди минуту. – Он ушел за занавес и вернулся с длинной полосой бумаги. Он разорвал ее, и там оказалась резиновая трубка. – Это катетер. Сейчас при помощи его ты облегчишься. Ложись на кушетку.

Я прилег на ближайшую, а парень принес пластмассовое ведерко и большую спринцовку. Он ввел катетер в канал и просовывал его, пока тот на всю длину не вошел в меня. Катетер в конце имел два разветвления. В одно он вставил наконечник спринцовки, сжал резиновую грушу и отпустил. Я почувствовал, как там возник вакуум, и при его помощи моча полилась в катетер. Парень подставил ведерко и я стал мочиться при Госпоже и ассистенте, что меня совсем не смущало.

Когда мочевой пузырь опустел, парень вытянул из меня катетер, прихватил ведерко, и мы пошли в туалет.Тут он угостил меня сигаретой и велел подмыться. Выкурив сигарету, я занялся гигиеной, а потом мы отправились обратно к Госпоже.

— Мы заканчиваем сегодняшнюю программу, — сказала она. – Осталось последнее, что мы сейчас и сделаем.

— Как вам будет угодно, Госпожа, — смиренно отвечал я. Она что-то тихо сказала своему ассистенту, но я не расслышал.

Парень подвел меня к стене, которая была задрапирована занавесью, и отдернул ее. За ней стоял полированный ящик, похожий на комод. Над ним в стене торчали какие-то железяки. По краям этого комода установлены рукояти для упора.

Он велел мне лечь на этот ящик и поднять ноги, что я и сделал. Он закрепил их за железки в стене. Потом руки он закрепил за рукояти на самом ящике. Таким образом, я был опять обездвижен и не мог пошевелиться, так как моя голова упиралась в стену, а мое очко было на обозрении у всех и доступно.

Госпожа лично защемила прищепками мои соски, а ассистент натянул цепочки и закрепил на стене так, что мне было больно. Мне стало ясно, что сейчас меня будут насиловать или страпоном или еще каким-то образом.

Парень ушел за занавес, а Госпожа стала шлепать своим хлыстом по моим ягодицам и все норовила попасть по анусу и яйцам.

Минуты через три появился ассистент, Он был абсолютно голым, только маска на лице. Его копье было облачено в резиновый доспех и горделиво смотрело вверх.Он подошел ко мне, обхватил руками мои бедра и вогнал в анус свое копье. Несмотря на то, что там недавно побывала его рука, мне было больно, но и приятно.

Трахал он меня минут десять, наверное. Делал он это жестко и резко. Госпожа стояла рядом и смотрела на нас. Видимо, это зрелище доставляло ей наслаждение.

Его копье отлично массировало простату, и мой жезл тоже налился кровью и затвердел. Хотелось мастурбировать, но руки были не свободны, и я ожидал эякуляции от массажа, которая вскоре и произошла.

Парень резко вышел из меня, сорвал презерватив и вдобавок к моей, облил меня своей спермой… Уже в туалетной комнате, поигрывая своим еще полутвердым членом, и наблюдая за мной, стоящим под душем и смывающим нашу с ним сперму, он спросил меня, понравилось ли мне, как я провел время.

— Да, конечно. Спасибо тебе, — ответил я. – Ты действовал профессионально.

На улице уже рассвело, когда я одевался в той крохотной комнатке, где я оставил свою одежду. «Как быстро ночь минула» — подумал я, поглядывая на окно. Без стука вошел парень и принес недопитую мною бутылку. Там оставалось как раз на один стаканчик, который подал мне ассистент. Я выпил.

«Вот так, литр за ночь выпил и ни в одном глазу», — подумал я.

Потом он сопровождал меня в кабинет Госпожи. Притом он продолжал быть обнаженным, и только неизменная маска на лице.

Госпожа сидела в кресле перед низким столиком, на котором стояли две чашки кофе. Свою полумаску она тоже не сняла.

Я выложил на стол 600 долларов, и Госпожа вручила мне конвертик с оптическим диском. Жестом она пригласила присесть и выпить кофе.

— Посмотрите на досуге, — сказала она. – Надеюсь, вы не зря потратили время. Did you like it? И вели вы себя достойно.

— Certainly. I thank you, the madam. All was very good, — ответил я, давая понять, что владею английским.

Она с удивлением посмотрела на меня.

— Тогда надеюсь, что вы еще раз захотите нас посетить. У нас в запасе еще много чего интересного. Если у вас есть друзья, желающие испытать то, что вы испытали, милости просим. Условия вы знаете. – I nodded. – Всего доброго и счастливо добраться, — пожелала она.

— Еще раз благодарю вас, — ответил я, допивая кофе. – Смею надеяться, что мы еще не раз встретимся с вами и вашим ассистентом.

«А вообще дороговатое удовольствие», — подумал я, шагая по улице в сторону стоянки такси. Но в том, что я еще не раз буду посещать этот дом, я не сомневался.

Но это уже другая история.

BERLI.