| Mistress Lubyanka | |
| Goddess - part 1 by Yvonne | |
| About me |
She was such a cute little thing and I was so
pleased when she joined me at the bar and We started talking, and she was really coming on to me. I had never met a girl before who was that direct in her sexual advances. I was easy prey, what 19 year old boy could possibly resist someone like her. Soon she invited me home and all I could do was nod, the use of my voice had temporarily disappeared. We left the pub together, and soon found her car. Wow! I disliked the pink colour but it was an Aston Martin! Either she had won the lotto or her parents were loaded. She laughed when she saw my reaction. “It was a gift from my dad”, she said, as if that was the most natural thing in the world. “And, by the way I still live with my parents so we have to be quiet when we get there but it is a big house so we will be all right.” We drove for quite a while until we reached an area of London I had never been before. It was an area for people with money. The houses looked more like castles to me. She pulled up in front of one of the castles, a house a size that I had only seen on TV. When she unlocked the door she again motioned me to be quiet. We went in, up the stairs, down the hall and into a room I assumed was her bedroom. I started kissing her and in no time I was aroused. Until, all of a sudden two strong hands grabbed my arms from behind, pulled them back and the lights were turned on. I looked around in shock. This was not part of the master plan. A woman stood in front of me, a woman in her forties, very pretty and the spitting image of the girl I had until seconds ago thought I was going to have sex with. She told the girl, whose name I suddenly realized I still didn’t know, to go to bed. The girl left and the woman turned to me. “So, you thought you were going to fuck my daughter, did you? Well, we will soon see who is going to fuck who.” Finally, the shock wore off and I was able to speak. “Let me go, I have done nothing wrong. Let me go, or I will call the cops.” She chuckled and went to a cupboard from where she produced something that looked like a small rubber cock with a strap. She forced my mouth open, inserted the rubber cock and then tied the strap around the back of my head. I was gagged! She then proceeded to undress me and I tried to fight it as much as I could but the guy behind me was simply too strong. Soon, I was naked and when the woman saw my dick, she smiled. “You are quite nicely hung, young man. It is almost a pity that no woman will ever feel the pleasure that dick could provide. Well, almost.” I was becoming more and more nervous. Where was this leading? As far as I was concerned, I was in the hands of two maniacs, three perhaps if you included the daughter. I was pulled over to some kind of leather bench where I was forced to lie down on my stomach and leather straps were pulled over my arms, my back and my legs. I was completely immobilised. To complete the picture the woman went back to the cupboard, found a rather large dildo and inserted it in my ass. Had I been able to fight it, I would have. Had I been able to scream, I would have. But I could do nothing, absolutely nothing. The woman stood in front of me and caressed my face. “There now, young man, you should be quite comfortable for the night. Good night.” She went over to the bed together with the man I assumed was her husband and they had sex with me as a spectator. I soon had a hard-on, a completely wasted one as there was no way I could reach climax. They fell asleep, unlike me. First of all, I was far too uncomfortable to sleep but secondly my head was also too full of unhappy thoughts. And thirdly, I needed to take a leak. At some point during the night, I could no longer hold it back and with a sigh I peed on the floor. The next morning, they both woke up and did their morning routines. The husband wiped my urine off the floor while the wife was still showering. When she finally approached me I had to admit she was stunning, wearing a black leather outfit with a very tight skirt. Her boots had very high heels. She still did not speak to me but she soon started working on me. She went behind me and soon I could feel something cold against my dick. It felt like a metal ring had been pulled over it. Shortly after, I felt a pain right behind my dickhead and then the same happened twice in my scrotum. She started inserting rings and I knew I had been pierced. Finally, the three rings were connected with what seemed like a padlock. I had been chastised! She released the straps around my arms and then cuffed my arms behind my back. She then released the rest of the straps and ordered me to stand up. When I finally stood up I looked down and it was indeed a shiny metal ring I had around my dick, a metal ring which I would be unable to remove because of the piercing and the padlock. She completed the piercing by piercing me twice in each of my earlobes, once in my left nostril and once in each nipple. She then removed my gag, after giving me strict instructions not to speak, and pierced my tongue. I didn’t see what she inserted in the latter piercing, but it hurt like hell. Afterwards, she reinstated the gag. The woman, still not speaking to me, attached a leash to the ring around my cock and dragged me into the bathroom where she allowed me to use the toilet and then helped me shower. Her gentle touch gave my new chastity device its first test. It passed. After the shower she again grabbed the leash and dragged me out of the room, downstairs, and then through a door, which led to the stairs to the basement. Once down, a room emerged, which was every bit as frightening as anything I had ever seen before. There was a cross, a pillory, a cage, and a bench identical to the one I had been strapped to all night. The walls were covered with all sorts of implements, that all looked like they could cause excruciating pain. I was afraid before, now I was petrified. She pulled me to the middle of the room and then, without warning, started to pull the leash down. Almost instantly I fell to the floor but my reaction was nevertheless too slow, I felt a nasty pain in my cock and scrotum before I reacted. She attached the leash to a small metal ring in the floor. I could only move a few feet in each direction without tearing off my own genitals. She then walked over to a chair, or perhaps throne would be a better word, and sat down. Finally, she spoke. Her silence had been killing me but on the other hand I wasn’t entirely sure that what she was about to say would please me either. She lit a cigarette. “You are now my slave, my property and your life going forward is all about pleasing me. You will always address me as Goddess, nothing else. You will have no right to any pleasure yourself. The chastity device will remain in place at all times. You will not speak unless spoken to. Any hint of disobedience will be harshly punished. And don’t get me wrong, I do not punish you just to modify your behaviour, I also do it, because I enjoy it.” “I want you to know that of the piercings I made earlier only the ones in your ears and nose are decorative, the rest are functional. The ones in your dick and scrotum you already know the function of. The one in your tongue is to enhance the pleasure to men, when you suck their dick, and the ones in your nipples you will find out the purpose of later today.” “I have made you a slave for three different reasons. First of all, I am a professional Domina. You may be too young to know what that is, but you are soon to find out. But the point is that many of my clients have expressed a desire to have a young slave they can fuck towards the end of their session with me. That will be your job. I will charge £10 on top of my normal fee whenever a client wishes to fuck you. Because one day I might wish to replace you with a younger slave, each month I will deposit 10p for each man who fucked you during that month into a bank account in your name. That will mean you do not leave empty-handed in case I decide to release you. It seems only fair that you receive one percent of the income generated by your mouth and ass.” “Second of all, my husband, who is also my slave but a much higher ranking slave than you, does all the chores around the house. You will, especially on weekends, assist him. I rather look forward to seeing you clean all the bathrooms in the house with a toothbrush. Or perhaps with your tongue, if I am in the mood for that.” “Third of all, my daughter, whom you have met and seemed to rather like, also wishes to pursue a career as a professional Domina. I have decided that you will be the slave she can use as a training tool so that she can learn the tricks of the trade before she establishes her own practice.” “Normally, I do not work on a Sunday but today I am making an exception. Because I was convinced my daughter would come home with someone useful I have already invited four of my most faithful submissives over for a free treat today. The first one will arrive in about thirty minutes. But, before that, you have earned your first punishment. You peed on my bedroom floor last night without permission. Because punishment is new to you I will only give you thirty strokes with a cane but if your disobedience continues the punishment will be a lot harder. It is important that you learn obedience immediately.” The first stroke nearly took my breath away. Never had I thought anything could be so painful. Without the gag I would no doubt have started to beg for mercy immediately but unable to resist, unable to move and unable to speak, I just had to take the beating. I counted each stroke and at the beginning thirty seemed so far away. Finally, she stopped. I thought my ass would hurt forever. Shortly after, her first guest arrived. She ordered him to undress and then he was placed in the pillory. She started humiliating him, calling him a useless slave, an unworthy creature and as she did so I saw to my bemusement that he was slowly developing an erection. After a while she stopped the humiliation and started whipping him and now he became fully erect. My goodness, was this something he usually paid for? The thought of anyone wanting to be treated that way, and even paying for it, had never crossed my mind. She finished the whipping and let him out of the pillory. “Thank you, Goddess” he said. They came over to me and Goddess ordered me to lean forward. She removed the dildo, which had already started to fall out by itself. The dildo was almost immediately replaced by his dick. Having a dildo shoved up my ass had been a shock but this was worse. Physically, the feeling was almost the same but now I knew I was having sex with a man and I was disgusted. He fucked me pretty hard and for what seemed like an eternity before he finally came with a groan. The feeling of his sperm up my ass was not a pleasant one. He started to dress. “Can I ask you something, Goddess?” “Yes, of course, go ahead.” “Although your services are worth every penny it is also a lot of money. You told me that fucking your slave would be inexpensive so I was thinking if you would allow me to come around just for sex with the slave without booking an appointment with you?” “I hadn’t thought of that to be honest, but I don’t see why not. It would be outside my normal hours though, evenings or weekends. I know the slave would love it.” “That’s great. I will call you then, whenever I would like an appointment.” “You do that.” With those words, they both left. The scenario pretty much repeated itself three more times. The only difference was how Goddess punished them. She treated them like shit, humiliated them and inflicted unbelievable pain on them. The reaction was the same every time. They developed an erection which they then used on me. How on earth pain could be such a turn-on for them was completely beyond me. After the fourth visitor, Goddess left the room without saying a word. I was left with my own thoughts and they were far from happy. What I had experienced and witnessed today was shocking. Goddess had indeed been right when she said that I did not know what a professional Domina was. I had, of course, heard of SM but never thought I would experience it, or witness it, for that matter. Pretty quickly, my thoughts changed to something of a more mundane nature. I had had nothing to eat or drink all day and I needed to go to the bathroom. I was saved from peeing on the floor once more at the last minute when Goddess finally came down the stairs again. She released the leash from the metal ring and started to pull me upstairs. “When we get upstairs my daughter will be there. I will remove your gag and you will fall to your knees and thank her for helping you to become my slave. You will address her Mistress.” She pulled me into the drawing room and there she was, the daughter, even more beautiful than the night before, in a black leather suit. Goddess removed my gag, and I fell to my knees. “Thank you Mistress for helping me become Goddess’ slave.” “Good. Have you prepared a meal for the slave, as I instructed, honey?” “Yes, it is right there.” She pointed and when I looked in that direction I saw two dog bowls. I was instructed to crawl over to them and eat. When I got there I discovered that one was full of dog food, the other full of urine. I hesitated. Whack! “Eat slave. Now! We don’t have all evening.” I started eating. It had a really foul taste and at some point I thought I was going to throw up but I managed to keep it down. When I had finished the “meal” I looked at the bowl of urine. Another stroke of the cane and I started drinking. After emptying the bowl I again sat upright on my knees. Another stroke of the cane landed. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself, you miserable slave?” “Thank you for a wonderful meal, Goddess.” I almost felt sick saying it but I knew it was the only way of avoiding more pain. “Honey, now we will start your training. First I will teach you to use this whip. I will give the slave ten lashes just to show you how it is done and then you will give him fifty to get some training.” “Yes mom, but what if I make a mistake and harm him?” “First of all, I have never seen you be cruel to animal so I don’t think it will happen. But second of all, if you do, don’t forget it is only a slave, it is not like you are injuring a human being.” I was terrified by their talk. What kind of injuries could I sustain? “But you are right, of course, we have to take precautions.” What a relief! She was going to do something to prevent me from being injured. Goddess forced my mouth open, reinserted the gag and tied the strap behind my neck. “This way, you will not have to listen to the slave moan if you do injure him.” The ten lashes from Goddess were over pretty quickly. To my relief, the whip was considerably less painful than the cane. When Mistress took over, at first she did not hit very hard but guided by Goddess that changed and before the fifty lashes were over I had tears running down my cheeks. “Now honey, I want you to do something you must never do unless a client specifically asks you. I want you to whip him on the back, the back of his thighs and the chest. Give him twenty lashes in each place.” She started on my back and in the process could not avoid hitting my arms as well. That was even more painful than having my ass whipped. And, when she started on my thighs it was even worse. I was really crying hard now. Mistress moved in front of me to start whipping my chest. “Look mom, the slave is crying. Am I too hard on him?” “Not at all, he is crying out of happiness. Continue.” She did and I had twenty lashes on my chest. That was not as bad as the thighs, but it was bad enough. “Now we will continue with one of my favourites, nipple torture. Take this chain and attach each end to the piercings and start pulling it. She did, at first cautiously but slowly harder and harder. She looked straight into my eyes and there was no doubt she was having fun, unlike me. Goddess made Mistress stop. “It is a lot more fun when you use these.” Goddess produced two clamps, which she attached to my nipples. Ouch! Mistress started pulling again. My God it hurt. I was praying they would stop soon but I wasn’t betting on it. But they did. They really stopped but not until Mistress had again pulled the chain hard enough to make me cry and then, after removing the clamps and chain, pinching and twisting my poor nipples. Just for the fun of it, of course. Goddess and Mistress spent a couple of hours watching TV before it was time for bed. Goddess gave me the last instructions of the day. “Once you are strapped to your bed, the same bed as last night, the bed you will spend every night on I will remove your gag and you will thank me for a wonderful day, and then express your devotion to me. And, tomorrow morning, when you are released from your bed you will tell me, how much you look forward to serving me and tell me how much you adore me. This will be your routine every day. And, if you feel like it in the meantime, feel free to tell me you adore me. That is the one thing you are allowed to say without permission.” I did as instructed and once I had expressed my everlasting devotion for Goddess, she reinserted the gag and once again inserted a dildo in my ass. It felt bigger this time. Once again, I witnessed Goddess’s alpha slave pleasure her before they fell asleep. Unlike me, I had no sleep at all, my body was aching all over, and my mind was full of thoroughly depressing thoughts.
To be
continued….
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