Are you ready for your punishment?
Originally posted 2014-07-28 09:11:53.
Are you ready for your punishment?
Originally posted 2014-07-28 09:11:53.
“Who does this body belong to, slave?” Goddess asks archly, as if reading my mind, but with my mouth firmly gagged, all i can do is laboriously make faint unintelligible sounds. “Surely, you know I could do anything I want to you now, slave, don’t you? And I will.”
“You are My property, slave, body and soul,” Goddess continues. “It would be best for you to give up all thoughts of resistance and give in to My TOTAL control. You will surrender to Me more completely than you ever have before.”
I slump back into the chair, all of my taut muscles relaxing their pressure on the bonds holding me imprisoned. Goddess places a blindfold over my eyes and my bondage is complete – i am utterly helpless, unable to move or control my body, unable even to see what new tortures threaten. Goddess orders me to grunt three times if i am in any extreme distress and makes me test out my ability to make myself heard through the strict gag. I hear footsteps in the hallway approaching the room. I hear the click of Her heels on the metal floor and the tantalizing sound of Goddess speaking in a hushed voice, and a male voice responding.
I strain to listen, and as they come closer i begin to make out the conversation. I am able to gather that the unknown male has some sort of medical training and is here to assist Goddess in the whole procedure She has planned. I wait in a state of dread imagining what’s in store for me. I am thankful for the anonymity the blindfold affords me and again impressed by Goddess’ ability to look after my welfare and safety.
I soon discover what sort of punishment awaits as i hear the word catheter spoken and hear the snap of latex gloves being put on and a plastic bag being opened. I realize immediately what a brilliant punishment this is for having betrayed Goddess’ trust by willfully sticking a q-tip up my greedy slave cock. I am absolutely dumb-struck at the way that Goddess can seemingly read my thoughts and anticipate my slutty daydreams, making all of my long-cherished desperate fantasies into reality and then pushing my degradation into uncharted territories, torturing and humiliating me in brilliant and imaginative ways i never suspected.
“Let’s prep the patient,” Goddess exclaims, feigning an official voice. I feel and smell as a cloth dampened with medicinal antiseptic is used to carefully cleanse the tip of my cock and the entire genital area. Goddess now thrusts the substantial tube of a well-lubricated catheter against my pee-slit, penetrating my erect penis.
After invading and dominating my mouth and ass, making me conscious of Her power over every recess of my body, Goddess is now determined that no part of me should remain hidden from Her probing discipline.
Goddess declares Her absolute power over Her slaveslut.
“If it is My pleasure, slave,” my Goddess softly but firmly declares, “I will penetrate any orifice, open your powerless body up to the most thorough exploration, break down any barrier or defense. Bound as you are, you have no choice, do you slave, no defense. You cannot stop your Goddess from raping that filthy selfish little cock, from pushing this silicone tube all the way into your compressed bladder. I will discipline and torture any part of your body, slave, in any way I choose. I possess and control this cock, this ass, this throat, every sensitive, vulnerable recess.”
Yet, equally powerless to resist or to demonstrate my consent, my mind screams out a mute yes yes yes as i feel myself swooning in an ecstasy of intimate surrender. I desperately want to feel Goddess inside of me, consuming me, annihilating me, taking control of every sensation, stripping me of my will and individuality. Every new violation of my defenses, every outrage against my independence and dignity moves and arouses me intensely.
I can feel the insistent push of the tube as it slowly slides in and drives deeper and deeper, pressing against the inside of my urethra, opening me, stretching me as it opens me up, inch after inch.
Suddenly i can feel it probing past the prostate, the stimulation is intense, my internals are singing as i feel a riot of sensations inside me, the pressure of the balloon in my ass, the utterly unfamiliar pressure of the catheter on my prostate starts to cause that familiar hum of my slutty hot ass climbing towards a spasming climax. I feel the tube push past the sphincter of the PC muscle, breaking through into my bladder.. The entire sensitive lining of my cock feels only the constant pressure of the tube opening me up for Goddess’ wicked water-sports, i am stripped not only of the control, but even of the awareness of the progress of my urine through my own cock.
Suddenly the pressure on my bladder eases significantly and i feel a warm wetness on my leg. My Goddess makes a startled exclamation and laughs a wonderful, hearty laugh, Her soft, achingly expressive voice betraying suppressed annoyance, good-humoured surprise, and a hint of malevolent arousal at a world of new possibilities and diabolical humiliations. “We’ve struck gold,” She exclaims, “where’s the bedpan?”
The removal of my bladder-control has led to an unexpected fountain of my slave piss. Goddess, with a wicked chuckle in Her voice, shames me for making a disgusting mess, declaring teasingly what a perfect blackmail video-tape this scene would offer. The very mention of video-taping me in my helpless plight would have been very disturbing – a quick cold shower snapping me from my erotic reverie and awakening me to all the dangers to which i so often expose myself in submitting so eagerly to Goddess – had i not learnt to trust Goddess Khrystal and surrender myself to Her power and vigilant protection through the inexorable progress of Her tender, caring domination. The remark actually serves to arouse me further by reminding me of the heady intimacy of sharing these depth of passion and surrender, known to so few and so often misunderstood or condemned, forcing me to imagine how an unaware casual observer might react to seeing me like this, bound, collared, gagged and blindfolded, naked except for my bonds, my ass and mouth stuffed to the limit with rubber balloons, pump-bulbs hanging obscenely out of each, and my spitted cock spraying my own piss uncontrollably all over out of a plastic tube.
I am ashamed as i feel my cock getting harder, despite the tenderness of my urethra as it is impaled on the catheter, greedily stretching out for more of the invader, welcoming it, feeling more and more of its length inside of me. I wonder what sort of shameless kinky little slut i have become when each degrading step in stripping me of my independence, dignity, and self-control only turns me on further.
Bound and helpless, i am entirely at Goddess’ mercy, and as i am made to piss myself and wallow in my own filth, i can still plead the excuse that i was unable to resist, all power over my own bladder and all ability to hold in my own piss forcibly stripped from me by the silicone tube Goddess uses to core and ream my cock. Yet i know that i would be equally docile with no straps to restrain me. But who could put up more than a token resistance to Goddess’ commands.
Originally posted 2014-07-23 05:18:27.
Cruel Young Dominatrix Torments & Punishes Slave Male 1 of 2
I always end up working after midnight. It’s my favorite time for creative thinking. Nobody around wanting to talk to you, no sudden telephone calls, no background noise… Only me and the computer, in an empty computer building, where I can stay for hours and hours writing term papers. I can pace back and forth, talking aloud to myself, discussing with my alter ego all the scholarly details of my next masterpiece, without being frowned upon. All those books around me… waiting to be opened and read, their fragrant smell so enticing to the intellect. So much information that needs to be understood, put in order, made clear and put to good use as a new approach to an old problem. Ah, that will be a good paper, sure enough. It had better be; it is due tomorrow. “Some Remarks on the Comparative Morphology of Northern Amazonian Languages”. Good title! Hmm… maybe I’ll center that. OK. Looks better. Now, my name under it… should it be in parentheses? Or should I reduce the font size? Or change it to Helvetica? Gosh, a scholar-to-be’s life is full of hard decisions. There is no running away from them.
I looked at the ceiling with a sigh, which coincided almost exactly with the noise of the door behind me suddenly opening.
“Helen?” I said, turning around to face the woman in the black dress who entered the room where I was working. She looked distressed; although she was moving slowly, almost softly, there was an aura of nervousness about her that I could simply not ignore. Her beautiful eyes looked deeper than usual, and her hands, which would usually be playing with her red hair, were now hanging almost motionless. Worse yet, there was no smile on her lips. “Did something happen?”
Originally posted 2014-07-21 10:41:05.
Mistress Locks Up His Penis
She stroked me to waken and reminded me she hadn’t let me cum last night, or the one before, or for a long time. “How long has it been since you’ve cum?”
“6 1/2 weeks I said.” She took my balls gently and asked again more firmly, “Do not lie to me. I want the truth. Have you really been completely chaste all this time?” “Yes Ma’am, I have really.” I pleaded.
“I know you play with it all the time. I know you get hard during the night and I’ve seen your hands move toward playing with it with me right next to you. You don’t really think I believe it’s an accident when you “find yourself” between my legs do you? It’s not, IS IT?”
“No Ma’am,” I pleaded when she squeezed my balls hard. She released with an order to get out of bed, get her coffee and bring it back with her hairbrush. I started to say something but resigned myself, this was what we’d agreed to. I had asked her what she thought of Femdom and when she admitted it intrigued her, I confessed my secret yearning for it. In one evening a few months ago I went from casually asking her opinion to begging for her dominance and pledging myself to her discipline.
She nodded to the nightstand and I set her coffee there. Propping her back up on pillows, she held out her open hand for me to hand over her hairbrush. Ordering me to kneel on the bed in front of her, she raised her knees and used one foot to tease my penis to a fast hardon.
“I know you haven’t cum and I appreciate your honest effort Sweetie, but to tell the truth I’m not completely satisfied. Are you?” “Yes Ma’am i am because…” “SHUSH!”, she cut me off, “Yes Ma’am or no Ma’am will be sufficient. And another thing, stop moving and rolling your hips around at me. You are not playing with my foot, I am playing with your penis. Is that understood?” To which I began a long series of Yes-Ma’ams.
“Do you want to do as you’re told? Do you think you can? I doubt it, you’re hard right now and you are under specific orders not to get hard without asking permission, right? Listen Sweetie, when I told you I wanted to control all of your sexual pleasure and make you dependent on me for all of it, you begged me-BEGGED me to make your penis my slave. You recall? Did you mean it? I thought so and fyi, I like having a penis slave and have no intention of ever giving it up. You like that thought don’t you? Yes, it would seem so by its response.”
“Did you use the rest room while you got my coffee?” she asked matter of factly. I had. “Well I didn’t. Lean over and you can be my toilet again this morning. Do-not-spill-a-drop-understand!” This new twist was getting more habitual, and I was pretty sure she intended to keep on using me for her toilet on a a fairly frequent basis. Two things were obvious. She was getting more and more sadistic in her sense of dominant degradation and I was sinking deeper and deeper into humility before her. Which I guess is what we wanted.
She finished and ordered me back to my knees. “Now, before we get back to my hairbrush all over your bottom for last night, here’s what I’ve decided to do about your penis from now on. Since you can’t or won’t control your erections, I’m going to go ahead and lock it up.”
“I’ll be using a real cage that will never even allow erection while you’re in it. It’s a real lock and a real key and I will have it and you won’t. The rules are getting simpler. Your behavior has landed you in penis prison. Once I lock you in, your only way out will be when I’m in the mood to tease you. And from now on, your penis will truly be my slave because every time I unlock it, your hands will be cuffed behind you. You will never be able to play with yourself. My hands will be the only hands you feel and the ones you’ll go crazy begging for.”
“Oh Sweetie I know! I see it in your face. I know you’re scared about submission you can’t escape. I know you want it too. I can tell by the way your loins are almost gasping for breath. Do you want to cum right now. Go ahead, this will be your last…Don’t touch…No…I won’t either. This is your last chance if you want to cum go ahead…
…Okay Sweetie that’s enough…I love you for trying but that’s ok. I’ll take care of your penis from now on. Now I want you to lie on your back and eat me while I put this on you. You’ll have to lose that erection or I’ll have to use these hairbrush bristles to get rid of it for you.
Originally posted 2014-07-21 05:58:05.