The Decadent Mistress
by R. Preston
I am going to start off my little story by admitting something; I know that I am a cruel Mistress. I never attempt to hide it, and neither am I ashamed of it. I can be cruel for no other reason that the pleasure it gives me when my slaves cry out for mercy. I happen to love the way nice pair of tits look when they are restrained and being tortured. Yes, I have some rather odd, perverted tastes, I admit, but there are many out there just like me. On the other side of the coin, there are women who LOVE to serve, and to be dominated and humiliated, and get off on the pain that I provide them. The Yin to my Yang if you will. In our lives, the decadent beauty of pain and erotica intertwine delicately, completely fulfilling each of our deepest, twisted desires.
Now that you know that yes, there are some women that were just “born” to be a slave for a Mistress such as myself, I needn’t make up a lame excuse as to how they came to be “mine”. They were not kidnapped, forced, held at gunpoint, or didn’t lose a bet and have to do this. They are here with me, begging me, because it is what they desire, what they yearn for that they are denied in the silly, romantic world of love. They were natural born sluts, and are the first to admit it. They love to be used, abused, humiliate, degraded and conquered. To see them walk down the street, you would never know behind their tidy ironed business suits that they are probably wearing a butt-plug, perhaps nipple clamps, or a really tight, uncomfortable thong, rubbing on their sensitive clit or ass hole. They appear as normal as anyone else does in the world. At night, however, when they come crawling to my door, they know who they are, they know what they want, and they know this is where they can be themselves.
My two pain sluts that serve me now are Katrina and Cherie. They had answered a personal ad that I had on the internet, which explained that I was accepting applications for servants. My sluts must live in my area, so I can keep close track of what they are doing. My sluts do not live with me, but we are as close to a 24-7 relationship as you could be without actually living together. I require that my sluts are professional, responsible little whores, maintaining their jobs and residences. I will have no lazy or ignorant sluts. I don’t need to have them live with me, they know full well the consequences of being caught disobeying me; I will shun her, cutting her off with not so much as a good bye, and never will she receive any attention from me again in her life. Usually, most Masters or Mistresses would punish their sluts, but what can one do when that is what the slut wants?
My little pain sluts never know when I will show up at their job, taking them into the bathroom to check and see if my orders were followed. They never know when I will come in, bend them over the stool in the ladies room, and beat their ass. If they have disobeyed an order to wear a plug in their ass, they know I have many with me, and will pick the largest one and shove it brutally in the ass, with a very light coating of a Ben-Gay –Like product. MOST uncomfortable for the rest of the day at work, don’t you agree? Sometimes I check up on them for no other reason than I am horny as hell, and want to feel her beautiful mouth lick my pussy til I cum on her face. Other times, I love to watch my piss run off her lips into the toilet, then make her eat my wet pussy. There’s no rhyme or reason to my whim, other than I am a sick bitch, who loves to use these women, as much as they love to be used.
So, if you will allow, I am going to delve into some of the most odd, twisted tales you have ever heard involving Katrina, Cherie, Master and Me. Master is my husband, who is also allowed to punish my little cum sluts at his whim as well. He never has intercourse with them, and they know that Master is totally off limits in that respect, but you know how disobedient these shameless cunts can be, but he is allowed to use best rabbit vibrator in my toy kit. That brings us to the first tale of punishment, which I call:
Cherie Goes for Broke
Chapter One
On any given day, you may find that I have assigned either or both of my sluts to be at my house directly after they are off work. On this particular day, however, I had a late appointment, and knew I wouldn’t be home to check Cherie’s arrival time, and to ensure that she had done as she is supposed to after arriving at my home. Master had the day off, and offered to keep the fort down until I got home. I accepted, because I have complete trust in my husband. We love each other deeply, and would never risk our marriage over a pain slut.
I arrived home later than I had anticipated, and quietly let myself in the back door. I heard soft voices coming down from the “playroom”, so I knew that Cherie was here as directed. Tonight, Katrina had a date, and had earned permission to go. She was to stop here before going home, though, so she wouldn’t be here until later. Slipping off my black heels, I quietly snuck up the steps, just to snoop a little, and see what was going on. The door was slightly cracked, and I could see a little into the room, enough so I knew that Cherie was being punished. At this point, I didn’t know why. She has been a little firefly from hell since we accepted her, and I have been working really hard with her. Cherie was tied to the St. Andrew’s Cross that is shaped like an X, suspended by her wrists, with her ankles cuffed to her wrists. This happens to be my favorite, because it opens the legs up nice and wide, fully exposing a slut’s pussy and ass for me to play with. Yum. I could hear her breathing hard, moaning softly, so I listened even more closely than before. My husband walked over to her, and ran his fingers down her slit. He then rubbed his fingers together, as if he was testing for wetness.
“Cherie”, he began “Mistress is NOT going to be pleased with you at all, you know that, don’t you?” Cherie moaned from his touch, obviously wet and turned on. I had NO idea what had happened up til this point, but I could only imagine that she had been punished for something, and was now hot and wet, wanting to fuck. All Cherie could do was nod at Master, until he gave her permission to speak. “Well, what are you going to tell her? What do you have to say for yourself? The minute she finds out you were willing to suck my cock, and even worse, you BEGGED me to fuck you, she is going to be furious. You know the rules, Cherie. You can’t suck me unless Mistress is here and orders you to, and you KNOW that fucking between me and a cum slut like you is way, way out of line. ANSWER ME!”
Sniffling a little, (and oh, I love their pathetic little sniffles, like it’s cute and will help them get out of trouble) Cherie began her useless pleas. “Mmmaster?” she stammered, “ I just wanted to feel your beautiful cock in my pussy, sir. After your inspection and punishment, I was so hot, and I wanted to please you…ooooh master, please please, even if you can’t fuck me, won’t you come and lick my pussy? I need to cum soo badly Master, please.” She trailed off whimpering. My husband didn’t respond, he didn’t say a word, merely walked over to her and shoved what I am guessing to be four large ice cubes up her pussy. She pulled against her restraints and let out a muffled cry of surprise.
“Seems to me your cunt is just a little too hot tonight, think I better get you cooled off some before Mistress gets here, which God knows, will be any second.” Then he cruelly started rubbing her clit, just to keep her worked up, dragging out her horniness. I sat and watched and listened as he toyed with her, rubbing her clit fast, then faster, til the point of orgasm, then stopping, only to shove another ice cube up her red-hot twat. Water was running down the crack of her ass by now, and making a small puddle on the floor. I thought to myself “Great, just one more thing I get to punish her for tonight!” and I quietly turned around and headed down stairs. I had an IMPORTANT phone call to make.
Chapter Two
I dialed Katrina’s cell number, as she knows she has to have it on her at all times, in case I need to call her. The phone rang, only once mind you, and she answered the phone in her usual, subservient tone.
“Yes, my Mistress, how may this worthless cum slut serve You?” (all my sluts are to answer their cell phones like that, no matter where they are, or who they are with)
“Hello, precious pet of mine, are you getting ready for your date?” I asked her while I was running around my dressing room getting ready for the punishment Cherie was about to get.
“Yes, Mistress, I was just about to get into the shower when you phoned me.”
“Katrina, I have a situation here tonight that requires you to NOT shower, do you understand me?” I heard a slight hesitation in her voice, so I asked “Katrina, Do you understand me?”
Katrina got herself together and replied “yes, Mistress, I understand and I will obey.” Like that surprised me, I knew she would. I have never had many problems with Katrina; in fact, I have to look really hard sometimes to find the smallest things to punish her for.
“Katrina, not as if it’s any of your business, but I will let you in on a little secret. Cherie has broken one of the major rules of being allowed to continue serving me”…. I heard her suck in her breath a little bit, but she held her tongue, and let me finish my explanation. “Tonight, you will let James fuck you before he brings you back here, do you understand? He is not allowed to lick your pussy, as I am sure after not showering, it will be quite nasty anyway. I do not want you wiping after you go to the bathroom, either, is that clear?” I know she was completely grossed out and baffled by this so I asked her if she had any questions.
“Yes, Mistress, I have some” she began. “ But what if I have to, well, you know, what if I have to go, umm, number 2?” God sometimes her little prim attitude pisses me off. “Katrina, say SHIT. If you don’t say SHIT, I am going to give you double what she is going to get before you ever get here…SAY IT!”
“Mistress, what if I have to shit?” she asked, humiliated and defeated. I laughed and I said to her “Well, shit then! I am hoping like HELL that you do shit, so her punishment is even more harsh. Katrina, I want your pussy and ass to be as nasty and dirty as possible tonight when you get here. Now, I know that is really a hard thing for you to deal with, but I tell you what, I will let you wear underwear tonight, deal? That should make up for having to be dirty for a few hours.” I never let my sluts wear underwear, and she knows this. She is also very consciencous about her hygiene, so I knew this would be really hard for her. Katrina, even freshly showered, has a different, odd odor to her pussy. Cherie really hates it when I force her to lick Katrina’s pussy; tonight she will hate it even more.
“Katrina, have fun tonight and I will see you promptly at 10:00.”
“Yes, Mistress and Thank You, Mistress, I can’t wait to worship you then”, and I hung up after hearing the required good-bye. I finished dressing into a comfortable latex teddy and some other accessories and headed up to the playroom. “God”, I thought to myself, “I love my work!”
Chapter 3
“Well, well, having fun, are we?” I said as I strode into the playroom. Master walked over to me, and grabbed me into his arms, placing a deep, hot passionate kiss on me, which I of course, gladly returned. I stepped back from him and nodded towards the bitch in suspension. “What’s up with her THIS time, Love?” Of course, Master didn’t know that I had over heard anything and I wouldn’t be able to tell him until a little later. “Well,” he started, “ Where do I start?” as he went over to his chair and lit up a cigarette. I went over to my chair and he handed me a cigarette and lit it for me. I took a long drag and impatiently blew out the smoke. “I’m waiting, Dear.” We settled in and got comfortable, and by now he had my curiosity piqued.
“To start it off, she was over 30 minutes late” he began, “and you know, if it had been traffic, or the car breaking down, that may have been acceptable.” I broke in, and cut him off right there. “She has a cell, she knows if that is the case, she is to call AS soon as she knows she will be late!” I could tell he was annoyed at my interruption, he had that cute little annoyed look about him. I just sat there as the smoke circled about our heads quietly, allowing him to finish.
“Well, yes, we all know that, but it WASN’T an emergency, Love. She had went shopping, apparently, to buy a negligee to wear here tonight”. I know I had to have a really stupid look on my face, so I turned to him and gave him my best “I don’t follow you” look. Immediately upon arrival, the sluts are stripped and made to wash and shave, and are not allowed to be dressed while they are here. “Shopping for a negligee, huh? My my, this is getting quite interesting!” I said. Master looked at me and went on “But there is a lot more, a lot worse. She had been eavesdropping on you and I the other night, so the slut knew that it would be just her and I for a while tonight before you got home. She had planned on trying to seduce me while you weren’t around!” I sat back in my chair, fuming mad as HELL at the nerve of this little whore. She knew this was NOT allowed, in fact, one of the biggest no-no’s I have here. My immediate response was to get up and go whip that wet pussy til it bled. Then maybe rub some salt into it. Oh, Lord I was furious, but I could tell he had more to tell me, so I just listened, and finished my cigarette.
“I answered the door, and all she had on was this,” he held it up by one finger, as if it was on fire and didn’t want to get burned by it, then he dropped in on the floor. “So I asked her what the hell she thought she was doing, and she dropped to her knees in the entry hall, and tried to get my cock out of my pants so she could suck me! Right there in the hall way!” He was upset, I imagine because he probably thought I didn’t believe him, and because his punishment he tried hadn’t worked. “So, what happened next?” I asked him.
“I punished her. I asked her if she was aware of what she was doing, if she remembered that is against the rules and she said it was worth the punishment. All she wanted was to have my cock inside of her. So I brought her up here and got her up there, where she is now. I put some clamps on her nipples, and her pussy lips and chained them all together. Then I though I would whip her ass a little with the crop, making sure to hit the chain when I did.” I smiled, he did try, bless his heart, and I had taught him so well. I took a look at the little shameless bitch, still hanging there, crying and afraid. The clamps were still on her tits and cunt, I just couldn’t see them from the hall when I was there earlier. She had a few crop marks on her ass, but nothing compared to what she was going to have by the end of tonight. He went on “So, even while I am whipping her ass, and hitting the chain, making SURE that I was hurting her pussy and tits, she STILL was begging me to fuck her. She even begged me to go down on her cunt and lick her til she came! I checked to see if all the whipping did was get her excited, and sure enough, her pussy was soaking wet. I shoved some ice cubes in the whore’s cunt and did some orgasm edge torture on her, and was just taking a break from that when you walked in.” He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. My poor husband. He tries so hard to please me, to be evil like me. He is just too kind hearted, and apparently too damned sexy for his own good. “I am glad you got home, I just want you to take care of this.”
I could tell he was stressed out just from looking at him, worried if I was angry with him or not. I sat back quietly and looked at Cherie. By now, all the cubes in her frozen pussy had melted, and had made a mess on the floor. I got up and walked over to her, running my fingers up her clamped, cold, wet pussy lips. “Well, now, you bitch, did you REALLY think my husband, Master of this house, would fuck that nasty pussy of yours? Did you really try to make him betray ME?” She opened her mouth to talk, and I quickly shut it up with a smack right across her face. “Don’t you talk to me, don’t you utter one word from your filthy little mouth!” I roughly grabbed her pussy, and from being over-stimulated, and clamped, it was very sensitive. I made a fist with her pussy lips in my hand, and pulled on it, HARD. “Seems to me that this nasty pussy has gotten you into trouble again! What is it about this pussy that gets you into so much trouble with me?” It was a rhetorical question, so there was no use for her to even try to talk. She was moaning in pain, and I let go of it. Not that I was surprised, but the little bitch got wet again from my handling of it. I pried her lips open and found her clit, and began to flick it with my middle finger as hard as I could. She tried to pull back from my relentless finger, but it was no use. She was stuck, in trouble, and knew that she had no choice. “Your filthy cunt is still wet! God, you really are a little pain slut!” I walked around for a minute, trying to think of what I could do to this little bitch until Katrina got here. Then, it hit me, right out of the blue. “Darling, would you mind coming over here to me?” I asked my husband. He came over to me, snuggling up to my side, where he fit so well. “Open your eyes, you little slut, I want to make sure you see what you will NEVER have the pleasure of fucking or sucking!” and with that, I dropped to my knees and took out masters wonderful cock. I sucked him deep into my mouth, as he swelled and moaned. Swirling my tongue around the head of it, I reached up between his legs to stroke his balls. I toyed with them, slowly working my finger to that little area between the ass and the balls, tickling it as I sucked him deep into my moist warm mouth. I looked up to see if the whore was watching, and sure enough, her eyes were glued to the action. Master was rock hard, so I sat up on the edge of a little table we have, and unsnapped the crotch of my teddy. My pussy was wet from sucking him, and he slid right in, full hilt. I leaned back to make sure she could see how deep his cock was inside me, and moaned to let her know how good it felt.
He fucked me slow and deep, so she could see his glorious cock enter me and come out of me, shining with my pussy juices. A tear rolled down from her eyes. Master was a good fuck and all she had wanted was a little piece of perfection. Not that I blame her, but she broke a rule. I gently pushed him away from me so I could stand again. I had to piss, really bad. I went over to the cross she was on, and adjusted it to where it was horizontal with the floor instead of it’s normal vertical position. I am really lucky that my husband is so mechanically inclined and can design such wonderful little toys for us! I straddled her face, and since she wasn’t blindfolded or gagged, she had a clear shot of my shaved, wet pussy. “Open your mouth, little bitch!” I barked at her and she immediately did so. I aimed my cunt right at her mouth, and let go of a stream of piss that shot right down the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed, trying to keep it from going down her throat or up her nose. She looked like a mess, hanging there with her pussy all wet and clamped and red, her piss-soaked hair plastered to the sides of her face, and a mouth full of it to boot. I finished pissing in her mouth, and pinched her nose shut, so she had no choice other than to swallow it. She was choking, and I slammed my wet pussy down on her nose and mouth, enjoying her frantic gagging. Since I was facing her feet, I had easy access to the chain clamped to her pussy lips, so I grabbed it, too. Grinding down into her face I told her to lick my pussy, front to back, from clit to asshole, and told her she had better not miss one spot. She tried to stop coughing, and stuck out her tongue. Cherie wasn’t all that bi, just a pain slut, and really didn’t care for going down on other women that much. I mean, of course, she would do it, she just preferred other things. Oh well, I didn’t really care what she preferred. Cherie licked very lightly at my clit, not near close enough to what I had wanted, so I pulled on her pussy chain hard. She tensed up and screamed into my pussy as the fire shot through her lips. “Now,” I told her, “Lick me like a bitch is supposed to, otherwise the clamps are coming off the lips, and I will put it right on your clit!” I motioned for Master to come over to me, so I could suck his cock while I rode her face. She was doing a much better job of licking me now, as she sucked my clit into her mouth, then worked her tongue down to my pussy hole, and fucked me with it. Then she withdrew her tongue, and licked back towards my asshole. Making her tongue as hard as she could, she pushed it right up against the little pucker, slowly rimming my ass with it. “Lick my clit, fast, and don’t stop til I cum on your face, bitch!” I ordered her, stopping the cock sucking only long enough to tell her that. Master was getting really close to cumming, so I eased off a bit, I didn’t want him to cum until after this little slut made me cum.
I was getting really close, and Master could tell. He leaned down to suck my tits, pulling the nipples roughly into his mouth. He chewed on them and bit them. That was enough to send me over the edge, and I started to cum. I shoved my clit onto her frantic tongue, cumming hard. I knew from the way I was standing that she couldn’t breath at all. I could feel her panic as my pussy shut off all of her air. Since I am really not into breath play games, I slowly lifted my pussy off of her face as she gulped in huge mouthfuls of air. Master and I arranged ourselves so our crotches were right over her face, as we stood over her. He entered me again, making sure she could see exactly what was happening. He fucked me from behind, as I was slightly bent over, my pussy just above her mouth, but his cock so close, but yet, so far. As master expertly fucked my pussy, I pulled on the chains on her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her so badly, and now she had to watch, up close, me get fucked by that cock she wanted so badly. Ahhh, revenge can be so sweet! Master was getting ready to explode, and with one final slam, he burst his hot cum deep into my pussy. I could feel his cock pulsate as he shot out, filling me up. He wrapped his arms around me, and pressed his face into my back, breathing an “I love You” to me. He slid out of my sopping wet pussy, and as he did, a huge glob of cum splattered Cherie’s nose. I started to laugh, because now she would have to smell what it was she had wanted to taste so desperately, but couldn’t. It rolled off to the side of her nose, far up enough where she could smell it, but too far up to reach with her tongue. Poor baby, she will have to sit with the Master’s cum on her face, and not get the reward of tasting his delicious seed. Master helped me off of the slut’s face, and we walked over to our chairs to have a cigarette. I am sure she was thirsty, and probably had to piss herself, but she was going to have to wait. That is going to be another little lovely addition to her torment, I thought. All in all, I thought I had been pretty lenient on her so far. But as they say, the night was still young.
Chapter 4
Precisely at 10:00, the bell rang in Katrina’s code. I went down to open the door and let her in, since our other slut was still tied up. Katrina stepped into the entry hall, and I waved at James. He was a friend of ours, and had needed an escort this evening. Katrina had fit that bill wonderfully. We don’t do that usually, and we certainly don’t charge our friends, but we do ask that they give something nice to the little slut. So sue me, it’s my softer side coming out. I like the sluts to have nice things. I noticed she had on a dazzling tennis bracelet. I picked up her arm to bring her wrist up so I could get a better look at it. “James?” I asked her. She smiled and said
“Yes, Mistress. That is my present from James for going to that dinner with him this evening.” I smiled, too. Katrina has been such a cooperative little whore for me, I was happy she was given something nice. James is an older man, of about 58 or so, and his sexual tastes can be a little bland. He’s a wonderful friend, and a devoted patron of ours, so we do try to accommodate him as much as we can. I truly felt for Katrina, though. He was not a very attractive man, and I had ordered her to fuck him this evening. “Well, since you seem to be so fond of the present, you may leave it on, but off with everything else!” I told her, and she immediately began to undress for me. She unzipped her little black dress, and shimmied it down to the floor. Her tits popped up as she stepped out of the dress. Standing at attention before me, I ran my fingers over her hard nipples. Katrina let out a small moan of pleasure, which I knew meant she wanted more. I pinched her nipples hard and twisted them. It was exactly what she wanted. I was going to make sure that she was good and wet before taking her upstairs to Cherie. I told her to continue undressing, and I let her remove her underwear as well. Soon, Katrina was bare ass naked in the entry hall. I led her over to a bench and ordered her to lean back, with her feet upon the edges of it, so I could look at her pussy and inspect it. As ordered, she hadn’t washed or wiped. I know she was humiliated beyond belief as I looked at her asshole, which still had remains of shit on it. I had to admit, for as bisexual as I was, that was one nasty pussy, and no way in hell even I would eat it. It smelled of urine, feces, and now, drying cum. Perfect. I wanted to touch her pussy, to make sure it was good and wet, but I cringed at the though of it. I knew she needed to do something, though, to work up her own natural pussy juice as an additive to the lovely array of fluids already down there, so I ordered her to start fingering her clit.
As she rolled her middle fingertip over her clit, I proceeded to torture her nipples. In no time at all, she was nearing an orgasm, something I am sure she didn’t have with James anyway. I continued to pull and pinch her nipples, lifting her tits up by them and shaking them, then rolling the little pink buds between my index finger and thumb. “Mistress, may this whore have permission to cum for you?” Katrina begged. I looked down at her and nodded, giving her nipples rougher play. In that instant, she fingered her clit fast and furious, and began bucking her hips as she came. Katrina finally stopped rubbing her clit, and cradled her pussy with her hand, softly moaning. “Thank you Mistress, thank you, thank you….” I found that I was aroused from watching her play with her clit, and decided I needed a little relief as well. I ordered her to stand up, then kneel down, as I sat on the bench, much the same way she had done. Katrina asked permission to eat Mistress’ pussy, and I granted it. Her tongue went straight for my clit, and she immediately began licking and swirling it around the engorged little button. She was lapping away at my clit, like a cat drinking milk from a bowl. Katrina really knew how to eat pussy, and it wasn’t long before I was cumming in her face. After I came, she took her tongue and shoved it deep into my pussy, licking out all the cum in there, mine and Masters. She has a pleasant look of surprise on her face as she tasted Master’s come as well. She cleaned me up well, gathered her clothing, and we headed for the playroom.
Chapter 5
Katrina and I entered the playroom to find Cherie in tears. She was seriously crying, so I asked her what the deal was.
“Mistress, my arms hurt, my hips hurt, I need a drink of water so badly, and I really need to use the bathroom.” Whine, whine whine, bitch, I thought to myself. She tried to seduce my husband, for crying out loud, broke several rules, and has the nerve to whine at me. It figures. I had already decided that Cherie isn’t going to make it as one of my whores. She doesn’t have the class or the skill. After tonight, I doubt she will much care at being shunned, in fact, I imagine she will welcome it. Katrina immediately dropped to her knees over by my chair, because she knows that is where she is to be. I, on the other hand, went over to the little whore crying in my playroom. I felt the cruel side of me emerge. She was still lying horizontal, so I flattened my hand and pressed it down on her bladder, hard. I kept pushing and kept pushing until she gasped at the pain and begged me to stop. Did I stop? Momentarily, only to resume the pressure once again on her full bladder. Then I kept pushing, moving my hands in a back in forth motion over her bladder. She was wincing and crying, on the verge of screaming.
Cherie needed to learn that there are some people who get off on pain, like her, there are some people who get off on being humiliated, NOT like her. She was a pain slut, no denying that, but she sorely hated to be humiliated. What she really needed to learn that she had been accepted to be MY slave, and that she would be humiliated and humbled before me. I had been experiencing a lot of reluctance from Cherie on the humiliation end of the bargain, however. She was a very willful, stubborn slave, who after tonight wasn’t going to be my problem anymore. I whispered a silent prayer of thanks to the Creator for that!
After her bladder torture, I went over to my chair, and Katrina immediately kissed my feet. She is such a wonderful little whore. I hated to have to use her tonight as part of Cherie’s punishment. Oh the sacrifices we Mistresses must make sometimes. Cherie was still crying, so I interrupted her pathetic sobbing.
“Awww what’s the matter, you poor thing? You need to piss, don’t you? I bet that hurts, doesn’t it?” I cruelly asked her in a mocking manner. Cherie just looked at me and nodded. The forced urination on demand and not in private lesson hadn’t went well for her a few weeks back, so I was going to use this opportunity to see if she had learned anything. “Oh, little whore, I am going to let you piss,” and this look of peace swept over her face. I had Katrina undo her binds, and Cherie slowly sat up. She began to rub her wrists and ankles, being very careful not to hit the chains of the clamps that were still attached to her pussy and nipples. I ordered her to crawl over to me. Cherie managed to crawl, somehow, but much to slow for my taste. I stood up and pulled her nipple chain hard. “Stand up!” I shouted and she jumped right to, cringing from the pain in her nipples. I undid her nipple clamps, and not very slowly or gently either. After they came off, I let the blood flow back into them, knowing how much it hurt when it did, then I pinched them hard. I ordered her to spread her legs and proceeded to do the same to her cunt lips. Master was just sitting back in his chair watching, taking it all in. He loved to tie and bind, but pain wasn’t really his forte. That is why we make such a great pair, he can bind them, so I can play with them. I really love that man and his talents!
I walked over to the shelf, and took down some newspapers laid them on the floor. Then I had taken the dog collar and leash and went back over to Cherie. I thought I was going to laugh my ass off when I saw the realization wash over her. She knew that I was going to make her piss on the newspapers, just like a dog, right here in front of everyone. Cherie went white as the blood left her face. I gave her a smug little smirk as I put the collar and leash on her, and ordered her to crawl over to the papers. Katrina had resumed her position by my chair, knowing I was in a really foul mood. She did not want my wrath to fall upon her tonight. I was walking as I was pulling Cherie’s leash over to the papers, and I ordered her to squat and piss. She just looked at me. “Mistress, I can’t do this, please don’t make me do this….” I was really getting pissed off at this whore. “Katrina!” I shouted, and she immediately jumped up and came over to me, eyes down, hands behind her back. She was just so perfect; I really had to admit. “Katrina, I want you to go get the crop from where it is and drop it on the floor.” Katrina did so with no hesitation, and then I told her to resume her position. I pulled on Cherie’s leash, and began to walk over to the crop. She reluctantly followed me. “Pick up that crop with your teeth, whore!” I ordered. Once AGAIN, the bitch moved way too slow, so I had to give her a kick in the ass. She whimpered a little, but still didn’t move quick enough to suit me. I landed another hard kick right in between her ass cheeks. “Hurry it up, Bitch, or my foot is going to be up your fucking ass!” Finally, she bent over and got the crop in between her teeth. I pulled her leash and began to walk her over to the papers. When we got there, I ordered her to lay on her back, holding her own feet with her legs straight. Her pussy was wide open to me, and I yanked the crop from her mouth. Her pussy lips were all red from where the clamps had been, and I imagined they were very tender. (which makes it all the better!)
“Every time I order you to piss on the paper, and you refuse, you are going to get whipped on your pussy five times with this crop!” I explained to her. “One way, or the other, even if I have to BEAT it out of you, you ARE going to piss on these papers, you little bitch whore!” I moved to whip her pussy for the first five, and the little whore closed her legs up, can you believe it? “Mistress, oh no, Mistress please don’t whip my poor little pussy! It’s already so sore, I’ll do it, I will piss on the papers!” I looked at Master and Katrina, and they knew what I wanted them to do. They both came over and each took one of her legs, and spread them wide apart for me. She lay on her back, her legs being held open; her pussy being stretched open so even her clit was showing.
“Well, see we have a problem here. You have already refused me ONCE! That was one time too many, and you ARE going to have that little pussy hit for it, FIVE TIMES! And now, because I had to have them hold your legs open, they are open even wider, so guess what that means?”
Cherie was trembling at my feet. She knew that now even the most sensitive parts of her pussy were exposed and were going to be whipped as well. I had Master and Katrina move her ass over on to the papers, because I was sure that after a few whips on her pussy, the pain would make her piss.
I stepped over to them, and raised my crop. Cherie closed her eyes, waiting for the cruel kiss of my crop. I brought it up way over my head and brought it down, right down the center, the end of the crop landing right on her clit. “Count them, bitch, and don’t forget to thank me for hitting your pussy!” Cherie was screaming and crying, and trying desperately to get away from Master and Katrina’s hold. “If I don’t hear you count and thank me, I will add two more for every one that you don’t!” I told her, and she began to stammer. “Ooone…thank you Mistress.” Sob, sob, whine whine. Some little whores just never learn. “Thank you for what, Mistress?” She looked at me, shocked that I was going to actually make her say it. I was just getting ready to order two more for the offense, when she finally managed to blurt out “Th-thank you Mistress for whipping my pussy.” I went on to land another blow, this time focusing only on her clit, and she let out a loud yelp, and piss spurted from her and went everywhere. Master and Katrina had to side step to avoid getting sprayed. “Two, Mis-Mistress-ahhhhhhhh God it hurts!” I just looked at her, waiting for the rest of it, “Thank you for whipping my pussy Mistress.” She finally got out. Oh if looks could kill, I would be one dead Mistress by now! I continued to hit her pussy until she was finally done pissing. Her pussy was red and soaked in her own piss. Cherie lay on the floor, on the papers in her own piss crying, rubbing her pussy to try to make at least some of the pain dissipate. I went to my chair, and sat down, with Master and Katrina following me.
Chapter 6
I figured that Katrina was tired of being so unclean, and that I would be using her dirty crotch for the second half of Cherie’s punishment. I couldn’t decide how I wanted Cherie to be laying, so I left the piss-soaked bitch lying there for a moment. As I sat smoking my cigarette, figuring out the best and most effective way for Cherie to eat Katrina, the room was dead silent. I finished my cigarette, and went over to Cherie. “Get up, bitch, on your hands and knees.” I walked slowly so I could make sure she was crawling behind me. I had decided to put her up on this table that Master had built me, long and thin, and totally adjustable. “Get up here on your back and lay down, whore,” I instructed her and the sobbing little wretch slowly began to rise. God I was tired of her slow ass, so I leaned over and grabbed a handful of her nasty hair, pulling it hard to motivate her to move just a little quicker. It worked and she scampered up on to the table. I placed her feet into the stirrup attachments and had Master come and tie them in. Then I asked him to remove the portion of the table directly under her ass, which totally opened up her ass and pussy to me. Wide open and ready for more torment! Master must have read my mind and came around and cuffed her wrists to the table as well, so that little bitch wasn’t going anywhere until I said she could. He finished up and went and sat back down in his chair. All eyes were on Me, standing there by the little bound slut on the table.
I leaned over and started pulling and pinching her nipples, making them nice and hard. She moaned slightly, until she realized I was only getting them hard to put an adjustable pair of alligator clamps on them. Fortunately for her, I had put them on her very loosely, for now. “Katrina, come to me,” I said, and at my command my beloved slut hurried over to me. I lowered the table so Katrina could easily stand over Cherie’s head. “Now, I want you to straddle this whore’s face, and show her the present we made for her to eat this evening.” Master looked confused, because he still didn’t know that I had heard the conversation earlier. He just looked at me, shrugged and sat back for the show. Kat opened her legs, and semi-squatted over the sluts face. I leaned over myself, just so I would see what Cherie was seeing, and it was a gruesome site. Kat’s pussy was sopping, and I could smell the cum, the piss and the shit even from where I was standing. I can only imagine what it smelled like down where Cherie was. I clasped my hand over Cherie’s mouth, forcing her to breathe in deeply through her nose. If I didn’t know better, it was almost like she started to gag from the smell of Kat’s pussy. “Now you little cunt, since you want so badly what belongs to me, I am going to let you eat my favorite slave’s pussy, and I even went to the extra trouble of making sure it was nice and full of surprises for you to eat!”
Cherie’s mouth closed shut even tighter, and she shook her head as if she was saying no. I removed my hand and asked her if she was refusing to eat Kat’s nasty dirty pussy. “Yes, Mistress. Her pussy is dirty, there is even shit on her ass hole still! Please Mistress, I will do anything, anything you say, please don’t make me eat her out!” Cherie’s pleading made me sick to my stomach. “ Ummm, in case you haven’t noticed you stupid bitch, you are going to do anything I say anyway!” So I leaned down and gave the left nipple clamp a turn to make it a little tighter. Cherie cried out in pain as the sharp teeth bit more into her already sensitive nipple. I looked down into her eyes, and I asked her again “Whore, are you still refusing to eat this pussy?” and once again, the bitch nodded. I had no choice other than to tighten the clamp more onto her nipple. She broke out into tears, the pain taking over her nipple. I know from experience how sharp the teeth on these things are, and I knew she was hurting. Still, she didn’t seem any closer to cooperating, so I did the same treatment to the right nipple. Her eyes flew open and she let out a cry. “This can go on for hours, you know. I have only tightened them twice now. Can you even imagine what it will be when I let them close completely on your little nipple? Let’s just say you may not have any nipples when we take them off you. Now, are you going to eat that pussy or not?” Stubborn and full of hate for me, she managed a little “no”. I don’t like blood, and I know that these can easily draw it. I didn’t want to tighten them again so soon, so I reached over and flicked and pulled them. I pulled the left tit almost straight up off her body, the teeth burying them selves deeper into her nipple. Then I started to shake her tit by the clamped nipple. Cherie cried out in sheer agony, but I didn’t stop. I reached over toward the right tit, and Cherie suddenly got very cooperative. “Mistress, please no, I will, I will, I will eat that dirty pussy…just please, please, no…” she faded away. I released the clamp from my fingers, letting her breast fall back down with a little plop. I didn’t figure that had to feel too good either. “I want you to BEG me to let you eat that filthy pussy, you whore!” Cherie looked at me like I had lost my sanity, so I quickly went to pick up the left nipple again, and she started singing a different tune immediately.
“Mistress, can I please eat this filthy pussy for you, may I lick and suck this nasty pussy that is in my face?” I gave her my consent, and stood back to watch, reminding her that if she didn’t clean that pussy as good as I wanted, I wouldn’t hesitate one minute to start pulling on the clamps again. Katrina lowered her pussy down onto Cherie’s face. Looking at me for direction, I told her to slide her pussy up and down Cherie’s tongue, until her asshole was right over her nose and mouth. Kat moved her hips slowly up, and back, settling her dirty asshole right over Cherie’s mouth, and right under her nose. Cherie paled when she realized she was going to have to lick the dried shit off of Kat’s ass. I ordered Kat to wriggle her ass, grinding her hole on Cherie’s nose. It was a sight, I must admit. Seeing Cherie’s face completely surrounded by Kat’s ass, only being able to see her ears. I walked around to the head of the table, so I could get a better view. “Out with your tongue, cunt!” I told her, and she tentatively stuck it out. “Now, lick her asshole, lick it clean you little shit eating whore! And do it right!” Cherie began to lick the dried, hardened shit of Kat’s asshole. I took a small glass of water that I had on the table next to us, and started to pour it over Kat’s ass and Cherie’s tongue. I wanted to make sure the bitch’s tongue wasn’t dry. Had to keep her mouth moist so she could finish her punishment. After she sucked and licked Kat’s ass hole for a while, I had Kat move back a little, so she could start on her gaping pussy hole. I knew the rim job was making her pussy even wetter, and she left a wet trail on the bitch’s chin. As Cherie laid there, licking up cum and piss, sweat and what ever else had accumulated during the day, a really perverse and gross idea hit me. “Keep cleaning that nasty pussy, bitch! Just because I am walking over here for a second does NOT mean you can stop. I want her pussy clean!” Cherie kind of nodded, and kept licking. I went over and told Master what I had planned. I knew that he was heading for bed, so I kissed him and told him I would be in very soon. He was going to take a shower, and meet me in bed. God, after this session with the little whore from hell, I was going to be all worked up. Master left, and I went over to the cupboard where I kept my little candy stash. Ok so sex and cigarettes aren’t my only vices. Chocolate is my weakness, can’t help it.
I then picked up a near by tube of KY Jelly and went back to the head of the table. “Ok, bitch, enough for now!” I said and ordered Katrina to climb down off her face for a minute. Kat saw what I was holding and looked at me curiously, but said nothing. I ordered Kat to bend over at touch her toes. When she did, I put a generous glob of KY on my finger, and ran it up and down her ass crack. She moaned as my finger ran over her ass hole, and sucked her breath in as I inserted my finger, getting it all lubed up. I finger fucked her asshole for just a minute, because I know this little slut loves to have her ass played with. I removed my finger, and replaced it with five unwrapped Hershey’s kisses, shoving them deep into her ass. Kat was surprised but didn’t say a word. I had her stand up, and go back to straddling Cherie’s face. Cherie could not see what I was doing, as we were standing behind her. For all she knew, I was checking Kat’s pussy and asshole to make sure she had cleaned them. I had Kat squat on her haunches right over Cherie’s mouth, placing her asshole just a few inches above. Cherie saw the melted chocolate on the rim of her asshole, and shuddered. She probably though it was more shit. I proceed to make Kat shit the first Kiss into the little whore’s mouth. Then I picked up the left nipple clamp to ensure that she chewed it and swallowed it. One by one, the little bitch ate the shitted Kisses from Kat’s ass. I knew that Cherie was beyond humiliation at this point, and sorry forever having any thoughts about MY husband. I took off the nipple clamps, and had Kat get down, and get me a vibrator from the table. I placed it on Cherie’s clit, on the highest speed it had. Then I secured it there, making sure it couldn’t fall, or she couldn’t buck it off. I told Kat to hand me a dildo, and the KY, which she promptly did. I squirted some KY onto the huge black bulb of the dildo, then put a little of the cool, slippery gel on Cherie’s asshole. I rubbed the dildo up and down her ass crack, pausing momentarily before I brutally shoved it up her tight ass. She squirmed and tried to get away from the huge invader up her ass. Using the same tape that I had on her clit vibrator, I secured the fake cock in her ass, to make sure she couldn’t push it out. She lay there, impaled, buzzing, and desperately wanting to cum by this point. I leaned over her face, and looked dead into her eyes. “Well, you little whore, for the last bit of the evening, this vibrator is going to stay on your clit, and you are going to cum and cum and cum! By the time I take this thing off you, you are NEVER going to want mine or any other woman’s husband to make you cum! You hear me, you little fucking slut?” She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.
Then I gagged the little bitch, and headed for the door. “Kat, follow!” I said and she quickly came to the door. I shut out the light, and headed into my bathroom, which was right off the playroom. I had Kat run my bubble bath, as I stripped and slid into the warm, soapy water. I had Kat wash my body, head to toe, and shave my legs and pussy for me. I made sure she soaped up my pussy well, and I let her finger me, stroke my clit and finger fuck my asshole. I could her the little bitch in the other room moan and whimper, crying out into the gag each time she came. I pulled Kat into the tub with me, and washed her pussy, too. Then I perched her on the side of the tub, and parted her pink lips with one hand. I licked up and down her slit, stopping right over her clit. I flicked it lightly with my tongue, to make it swell up, then took it in between my teeth and bit it. She moaned loudly, and tried to sit as still as she could. Kat knows the punishment for pulling away from me. I took my middle finger and started finger fucking her tight ass, sliding it in and out, fast and hard. Now keep in mind, I am not doing this to punish Kat. Kat is a true pain slut; she gets off from it. Trust me, the girl loved what I was doing to her pussy and ass. As I held her clit in my teeth, I licked it fast, faster, and fucked her ass at the same time. Right as she was ready to cum, I slammed two fingers into her hot pussy, too. I was double banging her, ass and pussy at the same time. “Mistress, may I cum for you?” she begged, knowing better than to do it without permission. Keeping my face deep in her cunt, I nodded. Kat exploded on my face, and I could feel her pussy and ass as they gripped my fingers. I felt her shudder as her orgasm rocked her pussy, and when she was done, I removed my fingers. We finished with the bath, and got out. Kat towel dried my hair, and applied lotion to my skin. Her touch excited me, but I was holding out for Master. No one’s touch compares with his, anyway. I slid into my long black robe, and walked back into the playroom. I turned on the light, and there lay Cherie, buzzing and cumming, crying and sobbing. I laughed at her, the pathetic little whore. I walked over to her, and undid the vibrator that had been resting on her clit. She had came so much; her pussy was a wet, juicy mess. I just looked at her swollen, red pussy and clit. God knows I didn’t have to do what I did next, but I wanted to so badly. I started slapping that little whore’s pussy with my bare hand. I slapped it hard, oh I would say a good ten times. She was screaming into the ball gag, I knew it was hurting her. I didn’t give a shit. One time, I even spread her pussy lips far apart with one hand, just so I could slap her clit. I am sure it was very sensitive after having the vibrator on it for the last half-hour or so. With the last hard clit slap, her hips seemed to levitate right off the table, and she practically bit the ball gag in half! With that, I reached underneath her and ripped the tape off the black cock that was still stuck in her ass, and then I yanked it out of her ass, not caring one damn bit if it hurt her or not. Kat had finished drying off and had now come out to join me. I had her untie the bitch and told her to stand up. Cherie stood up and looked at me, either waiting for an order, or wondering how I would torture her next. I slapped the whore across her face, wet with tears and perspiration.
“ Your days in my home are finished, you stupid little bitch, you are never to return here, or speak to me ever again. You are not worthy of serving me. You sicken me, and I never want to see you again!” With that I spit right in her face, and grabbed her hair. “Kat, follow!” I ordered, as I drug Cherie out of the playroom and down the stairs. I punched in the security code, undid the dead bolt, and threw Cherie right out the front door. She landed on the cement with a splat, right on her tender ass. Then I gathered her purse from the bench by the door and threw it out, too. Even if she would have had clothes, I wouldn’t have given them to her. Let the little whore run around naked. I slammed the door shut in her face, and left her there sobbing. I chatted with Kat a few minutes by the door, making sure that Cherie got the hell away from here. After I was reasonably sure she was gone, I allowed Kat to dress, and instructed her to leave as well. Kat bowed down and kissed my feet. I spread my legs, and parted my robe, so she could kiss my pussy as well. I pulled my cunt off her mouth, and waited for the obligatory good bye.
“Mistress, this slut thanks you for using her, for the delicious pain you gave her, and for allowing me to eat your pussy.” I smiled at her, she is so lovely, such a good little whore for me. I reached out and took her left nipple through her thin little black dress, and twisted it harshly. Kat moaned and listened to my instructions for the weekend. I let her nipple go, and she bowed to me, then made her exit. I shut the door softly, and reactivated the alarm. Making sure the house was secure, I ran to my room as quick as I could. I knew Master was in there, freshly showered, waiting for me. I walked into our bedroom, and I saw Master sitting on the bed, with the paddle in his hand.
“You were very naughty tonight, Love!” Master said to me. I just smiled and shut the door, going over to Master, allowing him to do to me as he desired. As I lay across Master’s knee, and he is paddling my ass a good one, I feel my pussy start to get wet and swell. A smile comes across my face, as I am thinking, “Man, I love my life!”
