Mistress of the Game
Edited by Curtis. Thank you, Curtis.
Chapter Five:
He had to hurry. He was going to be late, and that would mean more punishment.
One strike of her vicious leather crop for every minute she was kept waiting,
and he was already in enough trouble.
His stomach churned as he knocked on the door and entered her house. A bowl of
pink colored liquid and a skimpy black g-string had been placed on a small table
in the hall. He knew exactly what to do. He undressed, neatly folding his
clothes on the floor, and then as always, he braced himself and lowered his cock
and balls into the liquid. Fuck! It stung, but he had to do it. It had become
part of the ritual. He had to disinfect his cock and balls before presenting
himself to her. Often, he wondered if she, and perhaps Marie, secretly watched
him performing the task. He had visions of them laughing at his discomfort, and
that made his cock grow even harder. He slipped the g-string on. It was too
small to hold his now erect cock and heavy balls, and he knew it would be
difficult to keep them tucked inside. His mistress would be angry if he let them
drop out before she was ready to use them, so he would have to take care how he
moved.
He kept his eyes lowered as he entered the lounge area. Taking each step
carefully, he looked down nervously to watch his throbbing cock bobbing about in
the tight pouch. He stopped, and slowly lifted his gaze towards her. Reclining
in a large throne-like leather chair, her long booted legs were spread wide, one
stretched out in front of her; the other draped lazily over the armrest. She
showed no expression as she carelessly fingered the velvety folds of her exposed
cunt. He knew she was wet. He could already smell her sweet scent. In the soft
light he could see her shaved pussy. Oh yes, that lovely pussy, however he was
very doubtful he'd be allowed to fuck it tonight.
She removed her hand, stood up and walked over to him. "You forgot to remind
Marie to lock the damned door , did you?"
" Yes, Mistress. Please forgive this worthless little slut, ' he begged.
"Don't you realise if it hadn't been for her quick thinking things could have
been quite different!"
That he couldn't argue with.
"Yes, Mistress," he said, looking up for a moment as he bit his lower lip and
shuffled from one foot to the other.
Towering over him in her high platform boots, he could see exactly what she was
wearing. Thick, black leather straps with silver metal studs supported her
heavy breasts; a matching belt was slung around her hips. Nothing else covered
her beautiful, shapely body. Her makeup was, as always, too heavy for her lovely
face. Thick red lipstick coated her lips, and her eyes dark and shadowed. "You
were a careless little slut today."
"Yes, Mistress."
"And what does Mistress do with careless little sluts, Wendell? Well?"
He swallowed hard. "You forgive them, and give them a big hug and kiss,
Mistress?" he managed to stutter, with a wry smile, but she wasn't in the mood
for his humor.
"Funny... very fucking funny, Wendell", only she wasn't laughing.
She moved closer to him. So close he could now smell the sweet scent of her
hair and makeup. So close that if his erect cock hadn't been restrained in the
g-string, it would surely by now have been touching against her beautiful body.
* Gently, she cupped his face in her hands, and smiled down at him. Tilting her
head slightly to one side, she leaned towards him, then she pressed her soft
mouth against his, forcing her tongue between his lips. His cock reacted by
immediately jerking to a full erection. She pulled away slightly and then pushed
one of her long legs between his. Slowly, she rubbed her knee up and down the
inside of his thighs. He moaned as her smooth flesh rubbed against his, then
suddenly and without warning, she jerked her knee up, slamming it into his balls
and sending him writhing to the floor in excruciating pain.
"Now THAT was funny!" she smirked, as he dropped to the ground, hands cupping
his balls. His face had become red and contorted. As he rolled about in
excruciating pain for several minutes she watched in amusement. * He recalled
the last time she had done that. He had said or done something that had offended
her, only he couldn't quite remember what it was now. He wasn't even sure he had
known at the time. For days he hadn't been able to walk or sit without feeling
discomfort. He had lied about his condition, telling people he had strained his
back. It had served as a constant reminder of who controlled him and his cock.
After a few minutes, she became impatient. "Get up Wendell, before I have to
give you some real pain," she warned. "Honestly you're such a pathetic little
whore at times, aren't you?"
"Yes Mistress, Wendell is a pathetic little whore," he whimpered, lifting
himself off the ground and on to his knees to stoop over in front of her. She
rolled her eyes, then her mood seemed to change.
"It's not your fault Wendell, I understand that," she cooed as she leaned over
down and brushed her soft lips over his ear. "It's that naughty little cock of
yours isn't it? It always gets you into trouble. Whores like you just can't keep
their cocks under control. Why, your cock says 'wank me off', and you have no
choice but obey, isn't that so, Wendell?"
She gently tapped the bulge in his g-string with her crop.
A faint smile formed on his lips, he wasn't sure where this was all going but he
was sure what ever it was - he wasn't going to like it.
"So, I'm not going to punish you, Wendell. That would be unfair, and I'm not an
unfair woman," she slipped the end of her crop inside his g-string, then flicked
it to one side allowing his cock and balls to fall free. She smiled and tapped
his shaft with her crop, "I'm going to punish your naughty cock instead."
Wendell panicked as his mind raced to think of how to try to reason with her.
He wanted to tell her his cock was delicate; that it had been swollen and erect
all day just like she had ordered it to be; that he would take a double amount
of lashes to his ass instead; but he was too late.
"Bad cock," she scolded, slapping at his shaft.
Immediately he cried out, instinctively covering his precious organ as the
stinging lash burnt across it. "I don't recall giving you permission to touch
your cock, slut," she scolded, swinging her crop behind him and striking his
ass. His whole body jerked; again he cried out and immediately pulled his hands
away. She took another quick swipe at his stiff cock and laughed as it bounced
between his legs. Again the stinging pain shot all the way up into his balls. He
closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he braced himself for the next one,
but it landed unexpectedly on his left nipple. "There, you weren't expecting
that one, were you, slut? You see how your mistress is always full of little
surprises. Well surprise, surprise, here one for the other side, " and she
flicked his right nipple.
She continued to slap him alternately on his cock and ass another six times.
Confusion filled his head. His cock and ass felt like they were on fire, and yet
his erection remained full and hard. Previously, the pain would have had him
promising himself he would never return to her, but then the pleasure would
always leave him craving and crawling back to her for more. Today, however, pain
and pleasure had become one excruciating and exciting experience like nothing he
had ever known before. "Look at yourself, you're a true slut, aren't you,
Wendell? Look, at your cock its about to explode."
He looked down. Precum dripped from the tip of his throbbing cock, as Shondra
stroked it gently with the tip of her crop. Wendell then watched helplessly as
it exploded and shot, not one but three, ribbons of milky white cum into the air
before splashing down onto the floor.
