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Until a certain incident during a layover at Heathrow Airport, I would have never considered myself a submissive male let alone entertain the idea of submitting to a Dominatrix.  I’m a Marine in the United States Marine Corps; hence you understand why I would not even approach the subject of BDSM.  Strong, heterosexual, God, country … you get the idea.  This is the way I was until that fateful and now I can say, fortunate night in London.

Before my layover, I thought males who submitted to Dominatrices were weak and feeble.  Yes, you may call me conservative but I have been exposed to a lot and have met guys who were proud of their BDSM fetish.  One such guy, I’ll call him Ted, served in my platoon.  He was very open about being submissive and serving Mistresses.  Because he was a good Marine, we just tolerated his unorthodox lifestyle; myself, well I thought him crazy in addition to being weak.  To me, a male was on top and a woman subservient to the male.  This all leads to that fateful layover at Heathrow.

I was flying back to the U.S. in uniform when my flight had an unscheduled stop in Heathrow.  A problem with the plane was what they reported to the passengers.  The airline had passengers un-ass (get off for you non-military types) the plane and report back to the gate in 1 hour.  My patience was running thin so I took the opportunity to take a smoke in the lounge.

Normally, I am a friendly, approachable guy, willing to talk to anybody.  But with the stress of a flight delay, I was basically not in a social mood.  There I was smoking away on a cigarette when she entered the room.  Petite in size with a unique beauty to her, she had an air of confidence not seen in many women.  She looked strikingly sophisticated in a black thigh length skirt with matching jacket that was open to expose slightly unbuttoned blouse that exposed the top of her chest.  And, her eyes – look into them and it was like they commanded your attention. 

The room was crowded and honestly, there was no particular reason she should have approached me, but she did.  In well-versed English with a distinct but not overpowering Russian accent she asked, “Soldier, do you have a light?”

Being a Marine, I do not really appreciate being called a soldier.  And even though my patience was long gone, I politely attempted to correct her while lighting her cigarette. 

After a long drag of her newly lit cigarette, she had the nerve to look me straight in the eyes, blow every bit of her exhale in my face and said, “Marine, soldier, all you American males are alike.  False egos, pretending to be strong while in truth … you’re all weak.”

Attentive or not, this young lady and I were not hitting it off.  Maybe it was my male ego and a combination of having nothing to do, but I attempted to stand my ground and correct her.  I thought being cordial might defuse the situation, so I attempted to start fresh and ask what her name was.

With another long drag & exhale, she stated with all seriousness, “Gaspazha Lubyanka!”

While I do not consider myself some worldly historian, I am versed in some things and even with my little knowledge of Russian, I know Gaspazha means Mistress and Lubyanka is the name of the old KGB building.

By now I was smirking but still attempting to be polite and not laugh at her.  She turned her head slightly and with a defiant look told me, “Typical American, you don’t believe.  Shame!”

Now my patience was at a bottom and trying not to be a typical American in a foreign country, I politely excused myself from the dialog without making a scene.

I didn’t get two steps away when I felt a hand grab my wrist; the touch was strong, yet very smooth in a feminine, ladylike way.  I turned, wanting to be angry but I stopped when I realized that in the process of pulling my wrist, she had my hand, with the palm open, grazing half way between her hip and her behind.

“It is a shame you are leaving without getting to know me better.  I would have had a great time breaking you.  BUT … something tells me that I will soon.”

O.K., hand on her butt, hip, whatever – I was convinced at this point, no matter how striking she was, I was not going to spend another minute with her.

I parted ways, headed back to my gate but only to find my flight was rescheduled for the morning.  The airline was putting up the passengers at the airport hotel and I was looking forward to a night of rest … at least that is what I thought would happen that night.

A nightcap at the airport bar looked inviting in light of my crazy day.  Sipping a beer in peace was my plan until none other than Gaspazha Lubyanka seated herself next to me without hesitation. 

Before I could get the first word in, Gaspazha Lubyanka bent forward and seductively whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you!”

The first thought to run through my mind was maybe this lady is not what I thought her to be.  I gulped down my drink, ordered another and decided to see what might happen over the next 30 minutes.  Gaspazha Lubyanka was looking directly into my eyes but her words were sounding more distant as the minutes wore on.  Right before I started to see double of Gaspazha Lubyanka and passed out, I remember hearing her say, “I’m going to break you, make you my slave and fuck you!”

I awoke from my apparent drugging with my hands chained & raised above my head.  My feet were about a ½ meter apart and shackled to a spreader bar.  Needless to say, the room appeared dark because of the blindfold covering my eyes.  And the room’s draft made it obvious that I was stripped to my underwear.

The first sound I heard was the opening of a door and the striking steps of women wearing stilettos.  The walk was slow, but deliberate.  Within feet of reaching me, the distinct sounds of stilettos clicking against wooden steps could be heard.  When the woman stopped, it sounded like the sharp sound of a soldier of coming to attention. 

“I am Gaspazha Lubyanka of the KGB and your interrogation begins NOW!”

What followed her command was a stinging slap of my face and then the pinching of my cheeks to force my mouth open.  The gurgling noise of someone producing spit echoed throughout the room.  A slow but steady dribble of heavy, wet salvia began to fill my mouth.  Just when I started to feel it begin to overflow across my lips, my mouth was forced shut and my nose pinched. 

“Swallow!”

The adage “never let them see you sweat” was never more evident than now.  The saliva slithering down my throat started to produce fear and Gaspazha Lubyanka sensed it.

“Is the big strong Marine scared?  If you follow my instructions during this interrogation, the pain could be minimal and you might be rewarded.”

“You will NOT speak unless spoken to.  Speak without being spoken to and you will pay dearly!”

“You begin each answer with ‘Gaspazha Lubyanka’.  Too easy but men are simple things and ALWAYS screw this up.”

She pulled off the blindfold and the dimly lit room allowed my eyes to drool at what was before me.  Gaspazha Lubyanka was wearing a KGB officer’s hat with a fine woollen jacket that was open to expose a black & red bustier with matching panties & stockings.

She turned, walked down the wooden steps, and strutted out of the room.  Although my fear factor had risen and I was still chained & shackled, I started to become aroused watching her butt make those scantily black & red panties move in artistic motions.

I heard the door open again, but this time Gaspazha Lubyanka’s stilettos were not the only thing making noise.  When she was inches from my face, she produced nipple clamps & weights.

“Simple task – tell the truth, and not much weight will be added.  LIE TO ME AND I PROMISE IT WILL BE HEAVY & PAINFUL!”

She proceed to add a clamp to each of my nipples and like a little toy, she gazed at my nipples as they started swell & turn red.  Her first question: where was I born?  Easy I thought, she doesn’t know me so I can say anything.  I told her Chicago.

She started to add weights to each of my nipples and sternly said, “You were told NOT to LIE!  I have enough weights for all your lies. The first weight is for lying … the next weight is because YOU DID NOT ADDRESS ME PROPERLY!”

In a whimpering voice, I told her the correct answer – ‘Mistress, I was born in St. Louis, Missouri.

Foolishly and unfortunately, I tried to conceal my identity and I paid dearly.  They were simple questions: where were you born; where did you graduate high school; first girlfriend’s name; etc.

How she knew the answers is beyond me, but she did.  With all the weight yanking on my nipples, tears began streaming down my cheeks.

“What happened to my big, strong Marine?  This is just the beginning of your interrogation, please tell me you can take more.”

As she removed the weights and eventually the clamps, the mere air against my nipples sent violent shivers through my body.

Just when I began to dread a mere question by Gaspazha Lubyanka, she produced a fur mitten and began smoothly stroking my chest & nipple.  While the pain was still there, the fur and the seductive tone her voice had taken on were arousing me.

“Nothing to fear.  I will take away the pain.  I might even fuck you!”

The last words spoken by Gaspazha Lubyanka were followed by a sinister laugh.

She followed the laugh by pressing her lips to my ear and whispering, “Are you ready for the next phase of the interrogation?”

I went from fear, extreme pain, arousal, and shear horror in a matter of minutes.  Due to the fur, I was still aroused.  While looking me in the eye, never averting that penetrating gaze, Gaspazha Lubyanka first slipped a cock ring around my balls; they quickly started to swell like two grapes.  Then, she started to securely wrap a rope around my cock.  Never looking down, her hands worked like magic and it took mere seconds for her to have my cock entangled in rope.

“INTERROGATION continues – same rules apply.  Let’s see how badly you can screw up.”

This time Gaspazha Lubyanka started asking questions about my military unit.  Like before, it was as if she knew ALL the answers.  Each time I answered incorrectly, she slapped my balls or cock with a small crop.  The next time I answered incorrectly, she would pull on the rope and stretch my cock even further.

“Silly boy, when are you ever going to learn?”

After about 30 questions, Gaspazha Lubyanka abruptly stopped what she was doing and walked out of the room.  Just before closing the door, she turned off the lights.  If the first time she walked out felt like an eternity, this time felt like hell.  Still shackled & chained, spreader on my legs, and my cock & balls twisted like a pretzel.  

When Gaspazha Lubyanka re-entered the room, a light was turned on behind me.  I could not see anything but I heard the distinct sound of Gaspazha’s stilettos making their way towards me.  Then out of the shadows, she appeared.  This time she was wearing lingerie that a man dreams of when visualizing retro pinup models.  The black stockings went up to her thighs with matching black bra & panties that were pronounced in every way.  When she brushed against me to whisper in my ear, I felt the silky fabric caress against my body.

Softly she said, “You have finally answered all my questions correctly …  you are about to be rewarded.”

Suddenly, the spreader was removed from my legs but I was too weak to readily stand.  As the chains were lowered to finally give my arms a reprieve, I was pulled back onto a table where my arms were quickly affixed by leather cuffs. 

“My little boy, I cannot reward you if you are not aroused.”

And with those words, Gaspazha Lubyanka mounted the table.  I stared upward only to see her legs and those silky panties moving straight toward my face.  Before I could take a gasp of air, Gaspazha settled down squarely on my face.  To secure her position properly, she adjusted herself so my nose was buried in her panties. 

My struggle for air was matched equally by my arousal at her womanly aroma.  Each time I twitched for air, she forced herself down on me with more authority.  Occasionally, she was kind enough to let me get a smidgeon of air.  But each gasp was matched by Gaspazha’s forceful authority.

Unexpectedly, Gaspazha Lubyanka jumped off me and I felt her hairbrush against my head. 

“I think you are ready for your reward.  Do you want me to fuck you?”

Call me old fashioned …even naïve, but I thought men did the fucking because of what they have between their legs.  On that evening, I discovered the person who fucks is ANYBODY who has something between their legs. 

As quickly as I was placed on the table, I was removed and folded over a bench with my legs anchored to the sides.  My arms were pulled over and strapped to the front.  Fingers were rubbing a liquid substance to my asshole and something rubbery was being bounced against my ass cheeks.  When Gaspazha Lubyanka leaned forward, I felt a rubber cock between my legs.

“Remember I said I would FUCK YOU?  Open up those sweet cheeks because I’m coming in!”

An outburst somewhere between a moan and a scream rose through me as Gaspazha’s first thrust of her strap-on went into my ass.  Each subsequent thrust grew into a rhythmic motion.  She grabbed my hips and forced herself deeper into my ass.  Resistance was futile because I was pressed against the bench.  At this point, Gaspazha Lubyanka would slowly pull her strap-on almost completely out and then rapidly force it all the way back up my butt.

“Told you I would fuck you … I LOVE fucking virgins!”

My cock was hard; Gaspazha Lubyanka’s strap-on talents excited me.  Though I could not touch myself, each thrust made cumming an eventual reality.  Unexpectedly, Gaspazha Lubyanka was speaking but I sensed it was not directed at me.

“Are you ready to cum slave?”

At this point, she started counting backwards from 10.  Each number she counted produced a harder, even deeper thrust of her strap-on into my ass.  When she counted one, I felt her strap-on thrust the furthest it had into my ass.  Simultaneously, she leaned forward over me and yanked my head back.  A rock hard cock was shoved into my mouth and filled it with hot cum.  Obviously, I was excited by all this because cum started to drip from my cock.

As if to get every last drop of cum into my mouth, the cock jerked violently back & forth.  As it was pulled out, Gaspazha Lubyanka shut my mouth, pinched my nose and yelled “SWALLOW IT!”

I gagged a little and cum started to foam around my lips, but I managed to swallow all of it.

My ass quivered as Gaspazha Lubyanka snapped her strap-on out my ass.  With a few drips of cum hanging from my lips, Gaspazha slid a small tube in my mouth and said, “Here is something to wash it all down with.”

Nothing was happening until I heard the conspicuous sound of someone peeing.  Eventually, Gaspazha Lubyanka’s pee made its way through the tube and into my mouth.  I had learned from my evening of pain and made a conscious effort to take every drip of Gaspazha Lubyanka’s golden nectar without missing a drip.

Without a word, the distinct sound of Gaspazha Lubyanka’s stilettos echoed as she walked away and out of the room. My nipples were tender, my cock & balls ached, my ass was stretched, and cum & piss were dripping from my mouth … and I had a feeling of gratefulness.

The door opened, my uniform was thrown to me and I was told to be dressed & outside in 10 minutes.  The first 5 minutes I spent gathering my clothes & my wits.  After dressing, I walked through the darkened room to the door.  After opening the door, I took a glance back into the room just to see where I had been held captive & interrogated for the past few hours. 

The sight was incredible – it was a dungeon!  It was full of every imaginable apparatus.  Oddly, as painful as my experience was, a part of me wanted to stay right where I was.

Upon leaving the dungeon, I was in some sort of throne room.  There was a small crowd; Mistresses with collared slaves held by a leash and kneeling beside them.  Sitting on the throne was Gaspazha Lubyanka, crawling up to her was a nude slave with a collar in his mouth, and a leash draped over his shoulder.

A ceremony began and someone forcefully pushed me to my knees; all males were kneeling for the ceremony.  I did not understand much of the ceremony but from what I could tell, Gaspazha Lubyanka was collaring a slave.  After placing the collar & leash on her slave, she yanked him forward and had him kiss her feet.  After her slave kissed her feet, she yanked him again until he was laying flat on his stomach.  Gaspazha Lubyanka proceeded to stick her stiletto right up his asshole.  Then what followed was the most shocking part.

“I present my newly collared slave – ted!”

Gaspazha Lubyanka was collaring Ted, the submissive Marine from my unit. Turns out I was in for more of a shock.  Ted was ordered to drive me to the airport and he filled me in on everything.  To be collared by Gaspazha Lubyanka, Ted had to present a virgin male slave to her.  For whatever reason, Ted picked me and this explains how she knew everything about me.  I had been set up … and could not have been more pleased.

In case you are wondering, my interrogation by Gaspazha Lubyanka took place over a year ago.  I have since re-enlisted in the Marines and was assigned to the U.S. Embassy in London.  As for Gaspazha Lubyanka, she has allowed me submit to & serve her on a weekly basis.  This week she told me if I could work my way up to taking her new 12” strap-on dildo completely up my butt, she would consider collaring me.  To think, I could soon be in Ted’s place – cumming in a virgin’s mouth and being collared. 

I am so grateful to Gaspazha Lubyanka!

The End                                                                  

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