Slutboy is Beaten
We’re holding Eric down. Stacy’s strap is poised in mid air. Swish. It cuts through the air and smashes into him. Stacy hits him three times on the top part of his ass one right after the other, then three times in the middle, three times on the lower part, then back up to the top. She keeps doing this. She’s going very fast.
“Four minutes left.” I say.
“Heather, please spread his legs. Thank you.” She wacks the inside of one thigh, then the inside of the other thigh. Back and forth, and she’s hitting him hard.
“Three minutes to go.”
Stacy goes back to beating his ass. She’s not going as fast now, but she’s hitting him harder.
“Two minutes to go. He’s crying.” Stacy doesn’t let up, she just becomes more intense.
“It’s very important that he understands I can and will hurt him, and make him cry. Then hurt him more.”
“Why doesn’t he fight back?” I ask.
“Well, I’d kick his ass.” That’s true. She is a black belt in karate, and she teaches kick boxing. “But I don’t have to, because he’s born inferior to me and he knows it.”
“One minute to go.” Now his face is all scrunched up and red. Stacy takes mercy and slows down.
“Oh, look at his face.” Heather says “Poor boy.”
“Time’s up” Me and heather let go and he curls up in the fetal position.
Stacy gently runs her hand through his hair. “Oh baby, I’m so proud of you. You did such a good job taking your beating. You’re gonna be such a good slave for me. Just rest now. We have two more tests, but you’re almost there. Then tomorrow night I’m going to give you lessons in fucking. Just rest, and we’ll be back.” We leave him on the bed and go back into the living room. We let him rest for a half hour. I never noticed it before, but Stacy has an umbrella rack with many long nasty canes in it. She grabs one and we head back to the bedroom. “Eric, I’ve got my cane. I’m only going to give you six strokes with it, but they will hurt. I know you don’t want to have come this far, just to fail when you’re almost done, so get up. Stand about two feet from the wall. Now reach up, and put your hands on the wall. Good. Spread your feet apart a little more. That’s it. Now stick that ass out. Remember this position for the future. Now you’re gonna ask for each stroke. Say ‘Mistress Stacy I’m ready for my – then the number – stroke.’ Got it?”
“Yes” he says.
“Okay, whenever you’re ready.”
“Stacy, I’m ready for my first stroke.”
The cane whistles through the air and leaves a nasty mark on his butt. “Not good slut boy. You didn’t say ‘Mistress.’ We’ll have to start again.”
“Shit.” Whistle smack.
“Mistress Stacy I’m ready for my first stroke.” Whistle SMACK. Stacy goes on and gives him five more strokes.
“Now come with me.” Stacy says “I really want you to understand your place in relation to me and the contempt I have for you.” Stacy drags him to the bathroom. “Get in the bath tub. Lay down on your back.” As he’s laying down, Stacy takes off her pants. Then she takes off her panties. She steps into the tub, one foot on either side of his head. “Look at my pussy. You want it?”
“Yes. Oh yes.”
“You want to lick it for hours and hours? You want me to cum on your face?”
“I bet you do, but not tonight. Now keep looking and open your mouth. This is what you are to me.” Then Stacy starts peeing right in his face. “Drink it slut boy. You’re my toilet. Drink up.” She pees in his mouth, as he sputters and coughs. Stacy gets out of the tub. “Rinse yourself off in the shower, then put these on bitch. Stacy throws her panties at him and leaves the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, he comes out of the bathroom wearing the panties.
“Now here’s what’s going to happen. You want lessons in fucking?”
“Okay. We’ll take you home. You will wear the panties all day tomorrow. By 8 pm tomorrow night I want you in the same bar I got you in tonight. You must be sitting on the same stool at the end of the bar. I know someone there, and they’ll tell me if you were there on time. You have to sit there until I show up. I might come in at 8:15, I might come in just when they are going to close. You can’t leave the stool for any reason short of the place is on fire. My friend wil tell me if you cheat. I want you to know this, when I do arrive I’m going to slap you across the face hard. Think of that as you wait. Then I’ll give you lessons in fucking. Then the next day I’ll start training you. It’s going to be great, for me at least.”