Live-in Dominatrix

Purely fictional and for amusement only.

Written by LaCalva, July 2021

Story Codes: FF/m, consensual, slavery, chastity, bondage, humiliation, pegging, toys, cbt, latex

Preface

Mistress has ordered me to write this report and post it on Literotica so everyone can see my downfall. She loves to humiliate me. I was the one who originally begged her to take control over my life but this whole thing has gotten entirely out of my control and developed into something that I never dreamed of. I am now a slave to my Mistress, a real slave. I miss my freedom but I learned to love to serve her although she is a very harsh and demanding Mistress. This is how I have gotten into this and how things evolved.

That’s me

I consider myself a pretty regular guy. I am fairly tall (1.85 meters), well built with broad shoulders as I always have done sports throughout my life. I was very fortunate to start my own company after I finished university and then practically worked day and night for the following 20 or so years. My social life was therefore reduced to a minimum and I stayed single for most of the time. Lucky enough I was also fortunate to meet a few great women over the years with whom I had affairs or even short relationships. However, I never really felt fulfilled and I was too focused on my work and my company anyway.

Ever since puberty I was drawn to bdsm, especially femdom. I just loved attractive, self-confident and especially mean women who know what they want and how to get it. This developed further as I grew older and I made my experiences with professional dominatrices over the last few years. This made me realize what I actually craved for and it made me think on what I had missed in my life so far. Just before I turned 40 I decided that I wanted to change my life and finally live and give it a turn into another new direction.

That’s her

It took some more time to make this happen though. About once a year I took off a week or two from work to spoil myself in a nice hotel for a holiday and do my sports, hiking, relaxing etc. About three years ago as I was staying in my favorite hotel for another of these holiday retreats. I met this mysterious, fascinating and attractive woman by pure luck. Her name was Sandra, she is a little younger than me, about 1.70 meters tall, slim with a beautiful athletic figure, dark mesmerizing eyes and long brown hair. She has beautiful long legs, clearly loved to work out and had a smile that just made me melt on the spot. And she has several tattoos on her upper arm and shoulder that completed her look and gave her an overall wicked image — and my immediate attraction to her.

She was also there on her own enjoying a few lazy days. We were seated at the same table for dinner in the hotel by pure coincidence and we soon started chatting, laughing and having a great evening together. Unfortunately, soon after we had met I had to leave to go back to work. I could not get her out of my head though but I was fortunate that we had exchanged phone numbers one evening in the bar after dinner so I was able to contact her again. I did just that after about two weeks and invited her on dates a few times. Sadly, we never made it further than into the friendship zone as I was clearly still too focused on myself and my work. Our contact sort of faded out unfortunately. It was my mistake.

Fast forward two years. I had never really forgotten about Sandra in this entire time as she was always present in my sexual fantasies. In my dreams I pictured her wearing a tight latex dress and holding a crop in her hand as my strict Mistress, laughing at my predicament as she lived out her sadistic desires on me. These thoughts were fired by conversations we had when we had met on those dates. We both knew we each had a kinky side but I never made an advance to act on this and see where it could take us.

Acting, finally

Finally I decided to make some real changes in my life. I was able to sell my company for a good price that allowed me to lead a carefree albeit simple life without financial sorrows if I played it right. I moved from the expensive city to a quiet suburb and purchased a small house at a somehow secluded location. There was a small garden too and I kept myself busy with sports and having my new house renovated and upgraded. Additionally, I regularly worked as a part-time tutor for the local university as I was really good at what I had done professionally in the past 20 years. This kept me mentally active and I was even payed for it.

I also had my own bdsm experiences thoroughly extended by visiting bdsm clubs and events. Over time I met several dominant women who I had served on several sessions. I even had a small dungeon built into the basement of my house and I made good and regular use of it.

But I did not find real happiness. I kept thinking of Sandra and imagining myself as her slave and serving her totally. I tried to contact her as I still had her phone number but I did not reach her for weeks. Was she hating me and therefore ignoring me? I did not know and tried to find out more. I knew where she had lived back when we went out together so I decided to visit her. She was not around but at least seemed to still live there. I tried to call her again, write her, begged her to answer me at last.

Eventually she did call me back and I was so happy! And soon shocked. She told me how much she had liked me when we had met a few years ago and how she was sad and hurt that I suddenly stopped seeing her. About a year ago she had lost her job due to the pandemic and fell into a deep hole. She had to undergo medical treatment and soon found herself financially broke and feeling lost and alone and with no more prospect in life. I felt awful and apologized. I offered her to help somehow if she just gave me another chance. She did not agree at first but at least wanted to think over it and we decided to personally meet and talk. I invited her for dinner at my favorite restaurant in the city for the following Friday night and was very happy that she agreed to come.

The time until then I wanted to use to think of a plan on how to win her over at last and make the next big step into a whole new life.

All-in

That dinner date went really well. We had a lovely evening, delicious food and a long and intense conversation about the past, the present and the possible future. I completely opened my heart to her and also revealed all my sexual fantasies and kinky desires and admitted that those also included her. I knew I only had one shot and I really wanted this to work.

Sandra told me about her recent past and how bad things currently were without having a job, money and hope. She also told me more about her previous kinky experiences with bdsm and her still limited expertise as a Domme. Of course, I was intrigued and also totally hooked. Next, I took up all my courage and made her an offer where we could both kill two birds with one stone.

I asked Sandra to become my Mistress, move in to my house and of course I would immediately take over her debts and pay them off. Furthermore, I would pay for personal training with a professional Dominatrix of her choice to become the Mistress that she would love to be. Then she could train me to become the slave that she desired and I would submit completely to her without any restrictions. Sandra was gob smacked for a moment, then she started thinking on my proposal and I could see her smirking at me eventually. I looked her deeply in the eyes and told her that I was being absolutely honest with her and that this was what I really wanted. She smiled at me and promised me to think about my offer in more detail and that she would contact me when she has decided. She did not miss on quickly adding that I was to refrain from masturbating until then. I smiled and told her that I was very happy and grateful already. Then she grabbed my chin with her hand, looked me deep in the eyes and told me with a grin that this might turn out to being fun and that she really appreciated my honesty and the generous offer.

I gave her a lift home, kissed her on the cheek and left to go home alone. When I was at home I so wanted to masturbate but of course remembered her words. I just hoped she would make her decision fast. I was also very happy and excited that I had finally taken fate in my own hands. That night I did not sleep well as I had so many sexual dreams of Sandra, how I would hopefully soon be her slave and how much fun we would both soon be having.

Decision time

The following couple of days were nerve wrecking for me. I did not hear anything from Sandra. I kept myself busy in the meantime and tried not to think of her too much. Of course this only made my sexual desire and excitement for her even greater. I was hoping that she would decide soon on both our fates. Eventually, I texted her if she was ok which she quickly confirmed. She was also quick to add that I better shall be a good boy and behave myself as she had ordered me to do and keep on waiting patiently.

About another week later she finally called me and told me that we would have to meet and talk personally. I was so happy! She told me where we would meet in exactly two hours and I could barely hold back from joy. I took a quick cold shower, dressed smartly and drove into the city to meet her. I was so nervous but at the same time so incredibly horny. When I arrived at the Café she was already sitting there dressed in a red summer dress and high heeled strappy sandals that accentuated her perfect long legs. Her dark hair contrasted the color of her clothing and the beautiful tattoos were visible too. I so loved what I saw and approached her with a confident smile. We hugged and I could smell her hair and perfume, I felt hypnotized and really had to concentrate to not cum straight into my underwear right then.

Over coffee and cake, she informed me that she actually had decided on my offer and that she would accept it. I felt pure joy and thanked her. She asked me again if I really wanted this for real and I quickly confirmed that her becoming my Mistress and thus me becoming her slave would be my biggest dream coming true. She then informed that she was happy too and that she had also thoroughly thought of a plan but would not share all the details of it with me. She quickly clarified that as off right now I would be her slave and that I must always obey her immediately and without hesitation. I felt so high on endorphins!

She gave me a list with several tasks to fulfill in an envelope. In a second envelope she handed me a slave contract that I had to sign and return a copy to her including a list of her rules that I had to follow strictly. Next she told me pay and that we would then go to my bank together. There I was to withdraw a substantial amount of cash that I then had to immediately hand over to her. I hesitated for a moment, looked at her and swallowed. I was suddenly aware that this is now really happening. As I was lost in my own thoughts I felt a slap to my face that brought me back to the present. Sandra sternly looked at me and told me that I was never allowed to hesitate to obey one of her commands or face punishment otherwise. That was the very first punishment. My cheek stung and I meekly apologized to her.

After this short first taste of the new dynamic between her and me I dropped her off at her place after we had stopped at my bank. Before she left the car she spoke to me again and told me to open both envelopes once I was at home and study the content intensively. She then told me to look into her eyes and listen very carefully as she was letting me know on how to proceed with our new arrangement.

A Slow Start

I drove back to my house a little later in a blur. Sandra had told me what she planned for the near future. I was to refrain from any masturbation consequently. She instructed me to get a Prince Albert piercing within the next three days and send her a picture of it once it was done. She told me that she would be absent for the next couple of weeks as she would be visiting a professional Dominatrix and become her trainee. She wanted to learn profoundly on how the dominate and mould me into the slave that she wanted me to be. She also let me know that she has to vacate her apartment very soon as she could no longer afford the rent. I was therefore responsible to move her things into my house and that she would officially move in once she got back. While she was gone she would frequently contact me and check on me following her instructions.

This development stirred mixed feelings in me. On one side I was very excited that this whole adventure had finally started. On the other side I was slightly concerned on what I had launched. Especially the piercing of tip of my penis concerned me. I slept badly that night, tossed and turned filled with so many thoughts turning in my head. And yes, I was horny as hell too. The following morning, I decided that I really wanted this and made an appointment at a tattoo and piercing parlor in town in two days’ time. The time until then I used to move Sandra’s stuff from her apartment into my own house. There was almost no furniture left at her place, only personal belongings and lots of clothing. I cleared a room in my house and stored all of her stuff in there.

That evening I also took time to open the first envelope. It contained a list with rules on how I would have to treat Sandra, talk to her, look at her, behave around her in general. I was shocked again but at the same time very much aroused. She certainly knew what she wanted and how she wanted me to behave around her in the future. I was absolutely excited and very horny. I did not dare to masturbate for quite some time by then but now I really felt like I could not handle it anymore. I needed relief and I mentally pictured Sandra dressed in a red latex catsuit and wearing high heels with her beautiful dark hair tied to a bun and holding a leather crop and looking at me sternly. I moaned and could not stop touching myself to that fantasy and I rubbed myself to a massive orgasm.

The other envelope was bigger and contained a slave contract defining the relationship between Sandra — now my Mistress — and myself, as her slave. It was quite thorough and also included things I was afraid or scared of but in the end I decided that I would have to trust her completely if I wanted this new arrangement to work out for real. I wanted to please her and I wanted to be her slave and I considered this my one and only chance. While reading the contract through again I rubbed my newly hardened penis to another mind-blowing orgasm again just after I had signed the two copies. Some of the spunk actually landed on one of the copies. I hoped that I would not regret all this one day.

I slept deep and long that night but was really tense and nervous in the morning for my scheduled piercing appointment. The actual ordeal went over quickly and professionally but it took me quite some time to get used to the new sensation after the actual pain had subsided about two weeks later. Of course this process automatically kept me from masturbating but not from having more kinky thoughts on my Mistress. I was glad that I could distract myself with working in the garden and online from home for university. Sandra contacted me regularly and inquired about the healing process of the piercing and other things. One evening she also texted me a list of bdsm equipment that she wanted me to buy for her. I was excited to order all this online and could hardly wait for it to arrive and finally put to use. By now it seemed forever that Sandra was away, I really missed her and could hardly await her return.

Long awaited reunion

About another week later I suddenly got a text from Sandra that she would come home tomorrow evening and that I should be prepared for her arrival. Finally! I cleaned the house, went grocery shopping, got a nice bouquet of fresh red roses and thoroughly cleaned myself as well the following morning. She texted me again in the afternoon about her estimated time of arrival and that she would take a taxi to my house. My anticipation peaked and I made a final check of the house. Another text message arrived a little later and it said I shall be waiting for her by the entrance behind the front door. Naked. On my knees. Head on the floor, with my ass high up in the air and my hands placed on floor next to my head. I almost ejaculated as I read that message. This is what I had craved for. Another message shortly followed, it simply said “now”. I practically tore away my clothes and got ready for the upcoming arrival of my new Mistress.

I don’t know how long I waited there on my knees but they certainly started to ache soon. So did my back. I could feel the blood rushing through my body, my penis was rock hard and I tried to imagine what I must look like in this position. Eventually I heard a car coming closer to the house and then doors being opened and closed. Then I heard steps getting really close and finally the door being opened. I did not dare to look up but I could already smell her presence near me. I heard another few steps and then I saw the tip of black leather boots coming into my field of vision. Mistress has arrived and it was all real!

Next I gently kissed her leather boots as I knew from studying the set of rules that this was expected from me from now on. Then Mistress finally spoke to me in a soft yet determined voice to look up at her. I finally saw my new Mistress and the sight almost made me pass out. She looked just perfect: the boots, tight dark jeans and a white blouse. She had her hair shortened a bit. She wore light makeup that just accentuated her cheek bones and her beautiful dark eyes. She looked straight into my eyes and smiled. I could not say a word and only gaze at her in awe and pure admiration. She looked like she did in my dreams but she was real now. My penis was rock hard and obscenely pointed straight at her. She told me to get up on my feet and present my penis to her for inspection. She grinned as she touched the piercing and then grabbed my swollen balls. She pulled them down and told me that they now belonged to her like absolutely everything else in this house. Then she laughed again, looked me deep in the eyes for a second and swiftly face slapped me. I looked down on the floor, my erection slowly faded, my cheek stung.

I had to bring in two big suitcases from outside. My hesitation in stepping out of the still opened front door totally naked resulted in a few slaps on my ass and face again. A little later Mistress — I was no longer allowed to call her by her first name according to her set of rules — sat in a chair in the lounge and I was soon kneeling next to her holding a glass of her favorite wine in my hand for her. Sometimes she stood up and walked around the house, eventually coming back and sitting down again to have another sip of her drink. She also brought the slave contract and read it out loud for me to hear and knowingly remarked the traitorous spots on the last page. She made me confess how many times I had a forbidden orgasm while she was away and told me that I would now learn to regret not obeying her.

What followed next was a first taste of what happens when I was not following her orders. I had to kneel on the floor again with my ass high up and then she thoroughly used a wooden paddle on it. It hurt terribly! I winced and sobbed but Mistress kept on beating my ass until it was deeply red.

The New Normal

After this first real and very harsh punishment I was no longer horny in any kind. I felt sorry for myself and I cried. Mistress looked at me with cold eyes and ordered me up on my feet again and present my penis to her once more. She made it clear to me that any disobedience will be punished. I apologized for not having obeyed her and begged her to not punish me anymore.

Mistress said she was disappointed in me and that she decided to lock my penis away in a chastity belt made out of stainless steel and connected to my Prince Albert piercing so I would not be able to slip out and secretly jerk off again like I had done in the past. I was shocked and also paralyzed. Before I could do anything my penis was already safely locked in the chastity belt. Mistress grinned at me again.

Next she ordered me to unpack her suitcases and then cook dinner for her while she was having a hot bath. About an hour later she ate dinner at the table while I was kneeling next to her. I was starving and it was hard to watch Mistress enjoying her delicious meal while I just had to wait there silently. However, I was glad I got some leftovers later. I had to eat that out of a dog bowl which had been placed on the floor though. After I made the washing up of the dishes Mistress casually sat on the couch and watched some TV. She ordered me to stand in the corner of the lounge facing the wall and not utter a single sound while she was enjoying her favorite show. I felt so humiliated and objectified in that moment that I silently started to cry again.

Some time later Mistress decided that it was finally time for bed. I was very excited to hear that. Fortunately I had put on new bedlinens on my bed to impress Mistress, I was so looking forward to get some rest now and finally get a chance to sleep next to the woman of my (wet) dreams. That thought made my penis try to get hard again in the chastity belt of course. It hurt!

I spent that first night though — like so many others that would follow — sleeping on the floor in front of my own bed, chained to a post of the bed with a chain linked to a leather collar, with bound hands on my back and with no way of release. Mistress soundly slept in my bed but not before she had masturbated herself to a massive orgasm while I was helplessly lying on the hard floor with my penis safely locked away. I felt completely useless and humiliated but also very horny and frustrated at the same time. I had never been physically closer to her in the past but now felt so incredibly far away from her like never before.

That night I slept amazingly well considering I had a sore ass, my penis locked away, resting on the floor and an amazing woman sleeping in my own bed without me. Mistress woke me up in the morning unchaining me and then letting me use the bathroom and have a shower. She told me that she wanted breakfast in half an hour and I served it to her my bed a little later. She casually sat in my bed and enjoyed her breakfast while I was back on my knees again watching her and admiring her beauty. She wore a T-Shirt and I could just make out the outline of her beautiful boobs and her nipples were slightly visible through the fabric. My penis strained again in the chastity belt and I noticed Mistress grinning at my predicament. Then she ordered me to look on the floor and not gawk at her so obscenely. She laughed loudly and then slowly enjoyed the rest of her breakfast.

I was allowed to eat something too later before Mistress had me kneel in front of her again to lecture me on my household. She told me that she would not be living in such a pigsty. I was shocked as I thought that I kept my house tidy and well arranged. First, she ordered me to fully clean the house again. For the next few hours I feverishly did just that. This was sometimes supervised by Mistress and she always found a stain or dust somewhere. I was punished for my lenience with a crop and ended up scrubbing some of the floors on my hands and knees. That night I fell into an exhausted deep sleep, of course once more helplessly bound on the foot of my own bed.

In the days to follow Mistress found many more chores for me including clearing out a lot of my old clothes and other stuff that she did not like. I cooked for her, did laundry while she kept herself busy going through my administration such as tax declarations, bills, etc. She regularly checked upon the progress and quality of my work and I was often disciplined. I really felt frustrated and being exploited — since she was living here I had not seen her naked once. My ass was constantly sore from punishment though but I was also inexplicably horny.

By the end of that first week I was a wreck. This whole adventure turned out to be no fun at all so far. However, the house was spotless and practically rearranged. I had some clothes and shoes left and it was all stored in an old cupboard while she used the other cupboards for her own extensive wardrobe. I was frustrated beyond belief and I told her. She just shrugged and laughed at me smugly explaining me that this was what I had wanted and that I should better get used to it. For my transgression she slapped me in the face until I meekly apologized. Then she used the wooden paddle again on my ass until I wept. When she was finished she ordered me to kiss her feet and promise her to be an obedient slave for her from now on. She also added that there would be consequences for my insubordination. Although I did no cum in a few weeks I did not feel horny anymore at all. I felt defeated and conquered.

Shifting up a Gear

That night I was not allowed to sleep in my bedroom with Mistress. She told me that I had lost that privilege and that I would now sleep in the basement. I had this redone into a small dungeon a while ago and that was where she took and left me in a solid wooden cage for the night. And more nights to follow. The dungeon was fitted with speakers and a few microphones. Mistress could hear me if she wanted and she decided to switch on the speakers in the dungeon so I could hear her also. She furiously masturbated again in my bed while I tried to find some sleep in the narrow and very uncomfortable cage in the dungeon in the basement.

Life for me got more unpleasant from then. She mostly kept me naked and in a leather collar and manacles so she could tie me up anytime she wanted. Of course, I was still responsible for all household chores. I was allowed to pursue my job as a part time tutor at university as it was all online. Mistress got a lot stricter with me and regularly punished me if she was not happy with my performance or obedience or simply if she felt like it. She loved to humiliate me in so many ways for her amusement. She mostly kept me in chastity and I was constantly horny and also very frustrated. But I lusted for her, always. I just loved the way she looked and moved but also how she behaved now, so self-confident, assertive and mean.

Over time Mistress had changed most of her wardrobe which I had to look after and care. She now regularly wore latex dresses but also different leather outfits including always matching shoes. She simply looked perfect in all those outfits and they accentuated her beautiful female figure, especially her long legs and perfect ass. In the meantime, most of my own outfits had been reduced to the bare minimum. Weather permitting, I was mostly kept naked at home anyway by that time.

She also bought more and more bdsm gear and toys including different leather and latex hoods, manacles, gags, crops, different whips but also a harness for me to wear and bdsm furniture including a St. Andrew’s cross and a bondage bench. I was amazed that most of the furniture fitted in the dungeon in the basement. All the gear was regularly used.

I was mostly kept entirely chaste during those first few weeks of this new arrangement. Mistress explained me that she liked me horny and utterly frustrated and that she just loved to tease me. Knowing that I suffer makes her excited as she learned to love the power that she now had over me. She also liked to humiliate me in different ways possible. I had to learn to beg her for almost anything or at least ask for her permission to be allowed to do something. However, I was not allowed to speak unless she asked me a direct question. This made me feel insignificant.

I kind of expected that harsh times were waiting for me when I had read the set of rules that she had setup originally. But the reality was much harder and a lot less fun that I had pictured in my dreams.

Mistress certainly loved to punish me for my imperfections. Those were mostly corporal punishments but not exclusively, she was indeed very varied in administrating punishments.

Punishment, Discipline and Training

Over time Mistress further intensified the rules that I had to strictly obey. I was no longer allowed to look directly into her eyes unless specifically allowed. My gaze was to be directed to the floor on her feet. I was very sad about that as I loved her beautiful dark eyes but I also noticed that following this specific rule made me more subservient towards her. Another rule was her snapping her fingers. Whenever I heard this I had to present myself in front of her on my knees with my hands behind my head if not bound, of course with my head bowed. The rule that I certainly broke the most was strictly no talking unless given permission or asked a direct question. There were a lot more rules and they also changed over time. All the rules were strictly enforced and I was unable to memorize them all so I made a lot of mistakes. Mistress loved to punish me in different ways and remind me of the rules that were then currently in force.

Naturally I felt inferior bowing my head whenever Mistress was present. Additionally, I often had to kneel in a corner with my hands cuffed on my back and my knees spread so they also slightly touched the wall. Mistress often stuck a used pair of her panties or a coin between the wall and my bowed forehead. My ass was stuffed with a plug by then most of the time. Mistress ordered me to hold this position until she would release me — if the panties or coin dropped time would start again and I would also be disciplined. As my hands were cuffed on my back I could not pick up the panties and put them between the wall and my forehead again on my own. Of course I failed miserably several times and got punished accordingly. The paddle was a regular visitor to my bum cheeks. But my blue balls also got whipped with a small whip regularly. Nipple clamps that were connected to the ring of my always present leather collar were additionally attached if Mistress wished so. I loved it when Mistress stepped close to me to add another toy or instrument of torture as I could then smell Mistress’ scent. That corner became a regular spot where Mistress would send me to if she wanted me to think on different things and reflect on my recent failings. And it worked. It made me very docile indeed.

My house has several hooks in the ceiling and a few solid posts. Mistress loves to attach me to those. Only then she would unlock my cage and tease me to her liking. Sometimes she would give me the present of a ruined orgasm but more often not. If she wanted me to punish she would use a short whip or even a crop on my exposed — and at the beginning rock hard – penis and slightly swollen balls and torture. She loved to hear me beg for forgiveness or mercy. Other times she would just tease me with a wand vibrator, often while I was still locked in the relentless steel chastity belt. Another variation of this was when she bound both my ankles up on a hook from the ceiling while I still sat on the floor on my naked bum. Of course, my hands would be bound securely too. She found it very funny to then jerk me off herself in that bent position and make me shoot my load straight into my face and chest. Very humiliating indeed. After being milked or jerked off by Mistress I was to always thank her submissively on my knees by kissing her shoes and telling her that I was her slave for her to use as she wished.

A slight variation was when she would lock both of my ankles in a spreader bar and then attach a rope to it and attach the end to a hook from the ceiling so my legs were held high up in the air with my ass and locked penis and balls just slightly lifted off the ground. She would then cane me or use her beloved paddle on my exposed ass, penis and balls. In the same position she would sometimes use a big plug or a prostrate massager and tease me mercilessly. Sometimes I would even be allowed to cum from this humiliating stimulation but of course it was never really satisfying. However, I was happy to sneak a peak of Mistress’ face in that situation and see her amused smile. She clearly enjoyed her position in our relationship and has developed into a versatile sadistic Domme who certainly liked what she was doing.

Not all punishments were corporal. Regular humiliating tasks and punishments were ordered for me to execute, usually carefully observed by Mistress. She liked it when my hands were bound in leather mitts so I could not use my fingers. She would then stick a large penis shaped dildo to the doorframe and first made me suck that artificial cock. When it was sufficiently wet she would order me to turn around and anally fuck that dildo. My penis was sometimes freed and obscenely dangling to the rhythm of my thrusts. I felt very humiliated and debased but I loved it when Mistress laughed at me while watching this embarrassing spectacle. Sometimes she even masturbated and I was allowed to watch her too. Very frustrating indeed but also very hot to see Mistress enjoying her own sexual pleasure.

The same leather mitts were used for masturbation sessions. Mistress would order me to sit or kneel in front of her while she sat on a chair or on the sofa. She would then unlock the chastity belt and allow me to wank for a certain amount of time. Needless to say, I would not achieve orgasm very often which made Mistress laugh out loud. Sometimes she would order me to rub my hard penis on her leg or fuck a rubber pussy as long as she wished for. After – mostly – unsuccessful attempts to release my load I would then be locked back in the damn chastity belt after she had cruelly iced my penis and blue balls to make them shrink again.

Deeper down the Hole

Life continued. I looked after the house and Mistress and regularly worked a few hours from home for university which kept a regular modest income coming. Mistress was into art and started making her own pieces, mainly painting but also some writing. As the pandemic was peaking social contacts were limited to the very minimum and I never had many social contacts anyway. Needless to say we mostly stayed at home – especially me as I was too afraid to go out and my wardrobe was so limited by then.

Mistress kept training me to her liking and entertainment. A lot of cruel punishments were used as already described in more detail. Often her methods and punishments could also be more subtle or even kind of sensual though. Because Mistress likes me to feel completely helpless and fully depending upon her she loved to lock a leather hood on my head, sometimes complemented with a harness ball gag and a blindfold. My hands would be cuffed behind my back and I would be helplessly led around the house and the secluded garden on a leash (attached to the ring of my leather collar or my chastity belt!) like an animal. My senses would be intensified in such moments and I would love the smell of her or the sound of her heels or latex dress when she walked.

Mistress made me buy a fucking machine. It was used regularly at a certain stage of my training to loosen my sphincter so I would be able to accommodate larger plugs or a strap on dildo. But sometimes Mistress would also use it for her own pleasure and have herself pounded while I was usually safely bound to a post or a chair watching her getting fucked hard and long. Watching her getting sexually satisfied by that machine was perhaps the cruellest torture for me as I had fantasized and lusted for her for so long. I was never allowed to pleasure her with my penis though. Mistress loved to merciless tease me. I remember me being bound to a chair that was placed really close to her so our heads would almost touch, of course I was also gagged with a harness ball gag but not blindfolded that time. Like that I was forced to watch her getting pounded mercilessly by the machine. She even tongue kissed me on the gag while she moaned being fucked. I was so close to her that I could look directly into her eyes, see the sweat form on her forehead and her back, feel the thrusts of the machine through her body, could smell her arousal and scent. This was truly heavenly torture. This was so sexy to observe. Mistress came many times and hard while I was left again blue balled and frustrated. But I was – and this very rarely happened – allowed to clean her orally after such a session. It was like Christmas and Birthday together really.

When Mistress felt like it I was allowed to masturbate by rubbing my penis along her leather boots while kneeling next or behind her. My hands were usually bound behind my back so I could not use them for extra stimulation. I was rarely allowed real pleasure so I did not need further motivation anyway but rubbing my needy cock along her leather boots or sometimes latex clad legs felt very humiliating but also highly arousing. When I ejaculated I promptly had to lick up my spunk and gratefully thank Mistress for being allowed the privilege of cumming. Of course, I did not like licking up my own ejaculate at first but as you can imagine I was trained consequently to do this every time.

As an alternation I was sometimes allowed some sort of intimacy with Mistress. Needless to say this was when I was happiest. Mistress would make me lay on my bed and attach my ankles and wrists to the posts of the bed. Then she would sit on me in the 69 way. Naturally my penis was mostly kept locked. She teased my balls mercilessly with her hands, hair, tongue or a sex toy while she sat on my face. I loved the closeness to her and I tried my very best to please her orally. She often orgasmed into my face with a deep groan whereas I often remained without sexual release. Still I felt proud to be Mistress’ sex toy. Other times Mistress ordered me to prepare a hot bubbly bath for her or give her a sensual massage. On other occasions she made me lick her beautiful feet and toes while she relaxed on the sofa or on the bed.

After about a year I felt totally dependent on Mistress and loved being always there for her in the ways that she wanted me to be. Naturally I missed regular sexual intercourse. Before our arrangement I had dreamed of this so often and I was striving to be the best possible slave for her. I also felt that Mistress got to like this new lifestyle but I also sensed that she wanted to explore more aspects of bdsm. I had absolutely had no saying in this anymore. She wanted more. She wanted total power.

Snake Eyes

Over the next few weeks and months Mistress got a lot more strict. The more sensual moments were practically gone. Still I was allowed to please her orally occasionally and I was very grateful for that. She discovered a new fondness for rimming. The first time she ordered me lick her anally I felt repulsed and refused executing her order. That was a bad idea.

Mistress lectured me on my bad behaviour overall and announced a more severe regime starting immediately. My chastity belt was subsequentially changed into a smaller one. This new prison also had electrodes and a little battery integrated so she could punish me with a remote whenever she wanted. And she wanted often. When the battery had to be charged she made me wear a dog shock collar instead. She used both instruments to torture me extensively for her entertainment.

Mistress had complemented her already respectful collection of strap on dildos regularly. The artificial cocks got bigger and wider over time. But Mistress no longer used the strap on for my sexual pleasure or reward but rather to punish and humiliate me further. I was already used to suck her artificial cock before she pounded me but now I always had to sincerely beg her to fuck me. I then had to clean the used dildo with just my mouth. She announced that she would spit roast me thoroughly. I was really scared! Mistress always kept our arrangement private and discreet so far – would she change that and go public? Happily, she did not. She fucked me hard again though with a large strap on while my body was roughly pushed against a wall in the dungeon. At the same time she shoved a big black dildo in my mouth from behind with her right hand and ordered me to deepthroat it. I gagged and coughed a lot, drooled and moaned like a cheap whore while Mistress fucked me hard until she came. To my own shame I must admit that I did cum too.

I had enough. I begged her on my knees to have mercy on me. And I cried and pleaded. Mistress just shrugged it off and laughed at me after a few fierce face slaps. I was by now almost scared by her and realised that I might have made a terrible mistake with this arrangement. But I was also aware that I was the one who had suggested and promoted this in the first place. It was my own fault and strangely enough thinking about it I felt more aroused and desperately horny than ever before in my life.

My ongoing ordeal was not over yet. The following Friday evening Mistress ordered me in her bedroom, more precisely into the big inbuilt cupboard in that room. I had to kneel in there and then she put me in strict bondage using a spreader bar. She tied my balls to it with a string so there was no way to get up or even move. My hands were cuffed behind my back and also attached to the spreader bar. She looked me in the eyes and I could see her evil grin on her face. I wanted to beg her for mercy but she face slapped me before I could even utter a sound. I looked at her, she was dressed in a beautiful summer dress that accentuated her beautiful tanned legs and ass but also her sportive feminine figure. Next she pulled down and stepped out of her panties, stuffed them in my mouth and used duct tape to fix them. My penis was safely locked away anyway but I could feel it trying to harden in the relentless steel prison. Mistress informed me that she was going out and I was to wait in the cupboard silently until she would release me again. I looked at her alarmed but she simply grinned at me again and then shut the cupboard door and left the house. Of all places it was the cupboard where she kept most of her latex and leather wardrobe so the smell was intoxicating indeed. I felt so helpless but also extremely horny. I could not tell how much time passed. I did feel the rising pain in my body from kneeling in this unnatural and very uncomfortable position though. I felt like an insignificant slave indeed. I had become property really.

The New Number Two

I have no idea how much time I spent silently suffering in that cupboard. Eventually I heard the front door of the house open and close. Steps could be heard in the house. I also heard subdued voices and even laughter – Mistress must have been out and bringing a friend home. I was pulled out of my lethargy and was suddenly very alert. Those steps got closer and the voices louder. Clearly another female voice! I truly felt scared. I heard doors opening and closing again and more steps going around in the house.

A little later I heard steps coming closer to where I was stored in that cupboard. I tried to be extra quiet but feared that my breathing and the beating of my heart was as loud as a Rock concert. Suddenly the door was opened, I was so frightened! When my eyes adapted to the light I saw Mistress grinning at me evilly. She whispered at me to stay absolutely still and better obey her every word. I could not even moan or utter a sound as a response, I was so shocked and simply lowered my head and quickly nodded my approval. The cupboard door was then closed again and I was waiting in the dark from anew reflecting on my new misery.

Some time later I heard two excited female voices getting closer. Suddenly the door of the cupboard was opened again and I still kneeled there absolutely frozen and with my head still bowed. Mistress laughed and told me to look at her so I turned my head into the light towards where she stood. I looked at her face – she looked absolutely breath-taking as usual – but then quickly lowered my gaze again to her feet like I had been taught. She told the other woman that I was the slave she was telling her about. I knew better than to raise my head and look at the other woman. She had told me not to move and I was too embarrassed anyway, I must have been signal red from shame. I heard the other woman giggling. I could smell her though, her perfume and I noticed they probably had a few drinks too. I shifted over a little so I was right in front of her with my head still bowed of course.

Suddenly I had this thought. I imaged what I must look like kneeling in the cupboard where Mistress stored her fetish outfits, heavily bound, in an awkward predicament, broken and totally submissive. And very much ashamed! That’s when I noticed tears were dripping from my face. But at the same time I also noticed precum that was dripping on the floor. The two women also saw this and started to laugh hysterically. The other woman was telling Mistress that she had been right earlier and that I must obviously like the way she was treating me. I must truly be a real humiliation slut indeed. Well this made total sense to me and I felt even more broken. Mistress then explained to me that I was also to fully obey her friend and that the same rules would apply as I was only a slave. Most of all I would only be allowed to speak when addressed a direct question and I was to call her friend Miss at all times.

Mistress then attached a short leash to the ring of my leather collar and told me to follow her on my knees. I tried to crawl to the tug but I could hardly keep up bound as I was. My bound balls were pulled roughly and I had a hard time following her without tripping over. She stopped. Then she talked again to her friend and let her know that I had made her very angry a few days ago and that I must now face the still outstanding punishment for that disobedience. This startled me as I thought presenting me this way to her friend was already punishment but of course I was wrong. I took a quick glance at Miss since I was so curious about her. She was about the same age as Mistress but a little taller and with slightly bigger boobs. She seemed quite strong judging from her muscular long legs, arms and shoulders. Quintessentially, she was also very attractive with blonde reddish long hair. She wore fashionable leather pants and black high heels and a fashionable skin-tight red t-shirt. I immediately adored her sultry voice and her overall wicked appearance.

Miss then told Mistress that it was already late and that she was quite horny now and also a little tipsy. She suggested that the two would focus on having a good rest of the night together and that Mistress should punish me the following day together with her. At first I was relieved by what I just heard but then Miss quickly added that the slave might have more time to anticipate his Mistress’ punishment that way. What a mean woman! Mistress laughed and confirmed that this was indeed a good idea. She also smugly added that I should better rethink my position and the way I wanted to serve her in the future.

Sweet Dreams

I was finally freed from my most uncomfortable bondage and felt truly relieved. The freedom was short-lived though as my hands were immediately cuffed behind my back again. But since I was quite used to this I still felt eased, I was just really grateful that I was finally ungagged and allowed to drink some water. Most of all I was glad that my balls were finally free again.

That night I spent bound to the foot of Mistress’ bed again by a leash connected to my collar. I was ordered to remain absolutely quiet. Contrary to my guess of a relative restful night it turned out to be a night in pure torture. This time mental torture. Mistress and Miss shared my bed but they did not sleep much that night. I could hear them making love. They took turns in pleasuring each other while I lay there bound in front of the bed. Of course I was horny and tried to rub my locked penis on the hard floor to get off while I tried to sniff on Mistress’ used panties and shoes that were lying on the floor. I failed miserably to orgasm though but made a great job in frustrating me even more. My two torturers laughed when they noticed but otherwise did not care about me at all. I had to listen to their moans, groans and dirty talking all night. I could also smell their arousal in the air and felt so insignificant and humiliated. On the other hand I never felt so submissive and aroused in my entire life. My blue balls hurt and I had sexual dreams all night long. When I woke up in the morning I was too scared to wake them up as they were still deeply asleep. But I urgently needed to use the bathroom. In my despair I started to softly kiss the toes and feet of my Mistress which were peeking out from under the duvet.

It seemed like I got lucky this time. Mistress was in a very good mood that morning and released me and I was finally able to use the bathroom and have a refreshing shower. Later I prepared breakfast for Mistress and her new lover. Next on the list were the usual daily household chores while the two women enjoyed some more quality time together. I actually had a good feeling and kept a humble profile all day as I did not want to upset them in any way. Maybe I was even hoping for mercy. Well I learned later that this was a word Mistress certainly did not know.

Consequently, later that day Mistress ordered me down into the dungeon and present myself like I had learned with me standing there naked, feet apart, head lowered and my hands behind my head. A little later Mistress and Miss appeared in the room, this time both dressed in beautiful tight latex dresses. With my gaze still submissively lowered I could not see the entire outfit but I noticed that Mistress wore here favourite pair of black high heels while Miss was standing there in ankle high leather boots that made her already long legs even longer.

They put both of my wrists in leather cuffs and attached them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. My hands were now raised high up in the air and a spreader bar had been secured between my ankles. I was once again helplessly bound at the mercy of those two beautiful women. Immediately I could feel my arousal rising again and my still locked penis started to drip on the floor as usual. Mistress raised my head with her hand sensually touching my chin and looked straight into my eyes. I felt totally inferior. I also looked deep into her beautiful dark eyes before I lowered my gaze again to the floor. She just laughed and then turned towards Miss who was standing a little behind her to the side. Miss then stepped closer to us and started twisting my nipples. I quickly looked up again and admired her beautiful face. She was indeed very pretty with sparkling blue eyes that almost glowed to the contrast of her reddish hair and her light skin tone. The latex dress that she was wearing looked very hot.

Mistress face slapped me and I immediately averted my eyes to the floor again. Miss then attached alligator nipple clamps to my now hard nipples and attached a small weight to them. I groaned as she let it fall from her hand. I truly felt like property. Like an object to be used.

Cannot avoid Punishment

Naturally Mistress had not forgotten about my punishment for my disobedience earlier that week. She did let me know once more that she was very disappointed and that I needed to be taught another harsh lesson so I would learn to finally fully obey her. Her friend and kinky lover – her name was Angela as Mistress did let me know at last – was here to assist her.

She lost no more time and started to beat my blue and enlarged balls with a small leather paddle. The strikes were fast and it hurt like hell. Within seconds I was sweating and sobbing uncontrollably. I begged Mistress for mercy but she just laughed at me and told me that this was only the warming up. Next my exposed bum was punished with a leather crop. Mistress and Miss actually took turns hitting me and in between turns admired the red marks and later deep welts on my reddened butt cheeks.

However, what Mistress did next totally surprised me. She released my penis from the steel chastity cage! I was suddenly very excited again and forgot about the pain in my balls and bum at once. My penis pointed out obscenely and was rock hard – Miss grinned at me observing this whole scenery. Then she handed Mistress a wooden cane. Mistress had me count the number of hits that she administered on my poor (and no longer stiff) penis. I begged her to stop after the first few hits but she handed the cane over to Miss who also took her turn in living out her own sadistic streak.

Eventually Mistress stepped in front of me. I could see her arousal and excitement. How could she have turn into such a sadist? I sobbed. She quietly talked to me and commented on my current painful state and how all this was my own fault. She then turned to Miss again and told her that it was me who had begged her to be this way, being a merciless Domme to a pathetic and conquered slave. I simply nodded in agreement and felt completely broken. Strangely enough I felt my penis getting hard again and the two Goddesses also noticed this and giggled. I was so ashamed.

My wrists were then lowered from the ceiling but promptly bound again behind my back. I was ordered on my knees with my ankles still locked in the spreader bar. Mistress explained to Miss why this punishment today was necessary and what had gotten me into this very mess in the first place. I dreadfully remembered now and wanted to end this punishment and prove to Mistress that I had learned from my past mistakes. I wanted Mistress to be happy. I also wanted to impress Miss with my submission to Mistress. But most of all I wanted to end the pain.

Attaboy

I slowly crawled closer to both of them on my knees. Then I looked up to Mistress and started to sincerely beg. I meekly asked Mistress to be allowed to lick her anus. She stepped a little closer to me and ordered me to repeat my request louder so that her friend could also hear it. I felt so ashamed. My face was already red but I politely asked Mistress again. I had no choice. Miss just started laughing hysterically and Mistress just knowingly grinned back at me. Then she turned around, bent slightly forward and pushed her latex panty to one side. I knew what was expected from me so I crawled even closer to her. When I was really close to her bum I could smell her intense arousal. I looked at her sphincter and thought about how I had gotten here and about those last few months. She was right. I had begged her to be her slave and she simply evolved into the Mistress I had always fantasized about. Now she simply trained me to be the perfect slave that she wanted me to be. Some sort of pride and gratitude started to rise within me.

I dove into it and stuck my tongue on her asshole. Very gently at first with light licks and saliva but eventually more intense. I noticed how aroused she was, her pussy was shiny and smelled beautifully. And so did her ass. Mistress grabbed my head and pushed it further between her bum cheeks. I stuck my tongue into her anus as far as I could. I could hear her moan in ecstasy. For just a moment I leaned back and turned my head sideways into the direction where Miss was standing to catch some air. I could not oversee that she also enjoyed this magnificent spectacle. She furiously masturbated with a vibrator in one hand and the other hand stroking her firm boobs and massaging her nipples alternately.

Mistress screamed and panted while she orgasmed a little later. She let go of my head and I could finally breath again freely and recover a bit. I felt so dirty but also proud that I was allowed to pleasure Mistress in such an intimate way. But the two Goddesses were not finished yet using me for their kinky pleasure. Mistress stuck a dildo gag in my mouth and strapped it tightly around my head. Miss stepped over towards me and stood in front of me spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was also very wet and actually dripping. Mistress ordered me to fuck Miss with the dildo gag and make her cum hard. I used all my remaining force to pleasure Miss with the artificial penis mounted to my head. Miss eventually came as well, loud and heavy while holding the back of my head with her hands and thus pushing the dildo even further into her pussy.

Both of their wild lusts were still not satisfied yet. After she recovered a bit Miss mounted a strap on dildo and french kissed Mistress intensively. She groped Mistress’ firm boobs and licked them gently. I could observe this highly erotic scene but could not do anything to pleasure myself. My balls and bum still hurt from the earlier beatings but my penis was hard as rock again and free form its steel prison. I started to hump the air, of course absolutely hopeless to find satisfaction without the use of my hands or something where I could rub my penis on. Miss turned Mistress around so that she was now facing the wall. Then she slowly but relentlessly stuck the strap on dildo into Mistress’ still wet pussy, she literally just slipped in while Mistress used her hands to push against the wall for better resistance. What I was then able to observe was by far the most passionate but also animalistic and brute coupling that I had ever seen. Two uninhibited horny women letting off all the built-up steam. This was the most erotic scene I had ever seen. I felt privileged to be present and witness this female to female action with my own eyes.

I also felt my blue balls again. The familiar tug, my own rampant horniness. Pride was immediately replaced by sexual frustration again. I desperately wanted to shoot my load as I had not cum for so long. But I could not achieve orgasm on my own, I was powerless, I was bound and condemned to wait for mercy. And I could certainly not avert my eyes from the two Goddesses that were by now taking turns pounding each other hard with strap ons while I was forced to simply watch them. I actually started to feel jealous that I was not a part of all this and that I was not the one being pounded or maybe graciously the one fucking their needy holes. However, when they had finished I was allowed to clean the used dildos and the by then cream covered holes of the two Goddesses. With just my mouth. And I loved every single moment of it.

Release at last

After all this the two Goddesses were pretty much knocked out, sweaty and exhausted while I was still very much aroused and by now very docile and close to tears. I looked at them desperately but did not dare to talk. Mistress grinned at me knowingly. And then gave Miss another long passionate french kiss.

Eventually she got up from the floor and walked over to me. Mistress stepped out of her latex dress and dropped it – including her juice covered latex panties and her high heels – on the floor right in front of me. The mixed smell of latex, her sweat and her juices were truly intoxicating. I looked down at the pile in front of me and shyly lowered my head into it to inhale this olfactory drug. I sniffed deeply several times and actually unconsciously started licking Mistress’ high heels and the latex outfit. Precum was dripping uncontrollably from my hard penis. I felt ashamed but also extremely high on endorphins at the same time.

Mistress and Miss now both watched me and how I gave myself into this. Mistress stepped closer again and bent down next to me. She then used her index finger to slowly caress the underside of my engorged penis. She continued this sensual touching until I moaned totally lost in my own lust. Probably about 30 seconds later I felt my own orgasm rising from very deep within. I quickly got to the point of no return and I desperately asked Mistress for her permission to be allowed to cum. I practically shouted at her. To my astonishment she did allow it but immediately stopped her caressing. I came hard. Very hard. I actually tripped over right into the pile of the latex outfit and her high heels that were of course now also covered with my own cum. Mistress and Miss evilly laughed I think. I might have passed out at that moment since I cannot remember what happened after that.

The other New Normal