| Feigning Dominance |
[Aug. 2nd, 2007|11:56 am] |
Recently I did something that I used to do alot, but had not done for three solid years: make a shit-ton of money rough-housing some pervert for a couple of hours.
I was going to be doing the rough-housing of this pervert along with my friend "Mistress Victoria". She had set up the appointment, and all I knew about it was that this particular pervert was that he described himself as a "no limits masochist".
When I stepped in to the dungeon, the smell of incense and bleach filled me with nostalgia. I felt as though I were returning to my childhood home, or some other place that I hadn’t realized how much I had missed. Victoria put on her uniform—a pinstriped blazer that covered the tattoos and scaqrs on her arms and stomach, ruffly underwear, flesh-colored fishnets, and high heels. I put on a red push up bra, red underpants, a black mini skirt that was a cast-off from my mothers’ slutty post-divorce days, and high heels.
Despite the fact that so far everything was exactly as I had remembered it, I wasn’t sure if I would remember quite how to be a dominatrix. I hadn’t done it in three years and I felt nervous. Victoria assured me it would all come back to me.
She went to answer the door and let the pervert in. She greeted him and was about to introduce me, but before she could managed to bump a nearby wall and knock down a painting--it fell to the floor with a crash. I picked it up quickly and set it off to the side.
“Joseph, this is Mistress Charlotte.” Victoria said.
“Hello, Mistress Charlotte.” Said Joseph.
“Helloo.” I said.
Joesph was tall and bald with a pronounced jaw and sharp nose. He looked like Daddy Warbucks. He was wearing shorts and was carrying a cardboard box.
Vitcoria yelled at him to get down on his knees. Then she yelled "What have you brought me?" which was his cue to open the box.
The contents of the box included:
-a stack of computer-printed pictures of things he wanted us to do to him that he had seen other people doing on dirty websites.
-a black pair of men's sandals with foam soles. They looked cheap. It was mysterious why he had brought them.
-a tan baseball hat from an air show. It was also mysterious why he had brought this.
-a package of a drug called Cialis. This was mysterious to me as well at first. But then I put it together that he couldn't get it up without this stuff.
-about four dozen needles. He wanted us to stick these in him--presumably in his nipples and genitals, because he had shaved big bald circles into the hair on these areas. I saw this when Victoria yelled at him "Get undressed!"
-a strange device that looked like this: a skinny clear plastic tube attached to a piece of pale blue plastic shaped like a combination of a vagina and the head of a plunger. "I made this for you, Victoria!" said Joseph.
Victoria handed me the stack of pictures and I leafed through them. Many of them were close-ups of wide open vaginas pissing directly into gaping, curled-lipped mouths of men. There was also a picture of a penis with a toothbrush stuck into the urethra, and a man sticking his face into a big black ass. None of those things were going to happen to Joseph that evening. He, meanwhile, was neatly laying eight one-hundred dollar bills on the floor in front of him.
"Get undressed!" Victoria yelled.
She picked up the money and whispered for me to come with her. We went behind a faux-leather curtain that concealed a kitchen and started drinking cups of water so that we could pee on him. I had just peed minutes before his arrival and wasn't sure that I could do it again soon.
"What should we do to him?" she whispered. He probably could hear us.
"I don't know--I guess he's into this shit." I said, showing her the pictures.
"That's fucking disgusting." she said
"Yeah, in his fucking dreams we're going to do that to him!" I said
"He's so gross." she said "I think he's drunk. He's smells bad."
"Really? What should we do?"
We agreed that we would start with restraining him on the rack, flog him, and then give him an enema-- because that would kill at least forty minutes. If we found we really needed to kill time we would give him two enemas. And at some point we would pee and him, and stick needles in him.
We threw back the faux-leather curtain and charged out. Victoria yelled at him and spit a big glob onto his bald head. I planted a few badly aimed high-heeled kicks on his bare ass.
"Get up you stupid slut!" Victoria yelled.
"Yes, Mistress Victoria." said Joseph. He rose, and she dragged him over to the rack. We cuffed him with leather restraints--she took one hand and foot, and I took the others. We clipped his wrist restraints to the corners of the rack, and then I grabbed a spreader bar to put between his ankles.
This was my big chance to talk. "Spread your legs!" I yelled. At least I felt like I was yelling. I probably was just using a nice, audible indoor voice.
He spread his legs. "Yes, Miss Charlotte."
"Wider." I said audibly.
Things proceeded in a predictable fashion: Victoria and I said things like "You're a nasty slut, AREN'T you? You're just a worthless slave, AREN'T you? Whose worthless slave ARE you, you nasty slut?" And he responded with things like "Yes, Miss Victoria. I am a nasty slave, Miss Charlotte. I am Miss Victoria and Miss Charlotte's slave".
Victoria took a Cialis pill out of the package. "Should we give it to him without water?" she asked. "Sure." I said. She opened his mouth and put in the pill. "Chew!" she yelled. "You don't deserve any water!". He chewed the pill. I said something like "That's so that your pathetic little cock will work, isn't it? Will that make our nasty little toy get hard so that we can play with it?!".
Victoria took a thin rope and tied it around our nasty little toy. "Tug of war!" she yelled, and started yanking on it.
We took turns saying things like: "I've got your cock and I can do anything I want with it! Because it belongs to me now, and I can do anything I want with it, CAN"T I?! And there's nothing you can do to stop me, IS there?" and he surely said "No, Mistress. I can't stop you. My cock belongs to you now."
His balls were squeezed to the point of achieving the color and tightness reminiscent of a red balloon. I flicked at them with my fingers. I twisted his penis and then slapped it repeatedly, and it bounced up and down. He winced and let out a pained "Ooohhhh." He did this every time we hit him or did any of the other things we were doing. These things included: yanking on the rope tied to his penis and testicles, flogging his back and ass (in the proper spanking area, of course), flogging his penis and testicles, flogging his inner thighs, spanking him with a stiff leather thing, hitting his inner thighs with a stiff leather thing, hitting his ass with a riding crop, hitting his penis and testicles with a riding crop, hitting his inner thighs with a riding crop, etc. At some point Victoria lit a cigarette and blew smoke in his face. He had specifically requested that. Then she rolled and dabbed the burning end of it on the head of his cock. While she did that she made noises like people make when they are offering a tasty meat-flavored treat to a dog.
The "Ooohhhh" sound he was making during all of this annoyed me, because when he made it he exhaled a stinky mouthful of breath near my face. That he was doing something that acctually was annoying made it easier to feign anger. I grabbed his chin, squeezed it, and clamped his mouth shut. "Keep your mouth SHUT! I don't like you breathing your nasty breath on my face!" I said through clenched teeth.
I slapped his penis, and he made the noise again, and I said "What did I tell you?!!! I told you to keep your mouth SHUT!" He never did get the hang of keeping his mouth shut, so I was able to drag this activity out for quite some time.
The fun times on the rack were over when he called his safe word on the leg-spreading. We told him he was pathetic and ordered him to lay down face first on the faux-leather bondage table. I uncuffed his wrist, and then saw that Victoria was attaching his other wrist cuff to the table, so I put it back on. I hoped he didn't notice. I also hoped he didn't notice that Victoria and I were both a little comatose from boredom.
I climbed up on the table and stomped on his butt a few times. I squeezed his head between my feet and said things like "I bet you'd like to look up my skirt, wouldn't you, you nasty little slut? But you don't deserve that, DO you? No! You DON'T!" Then I killed some time by flogging and beating him and carrying on in this fashion: "I'm going to leave such deep welts on your pathetic slave ass that you won't be able to stop thinking about us the whole drive home! Isn't that right, SLAVE? And when you look in the mirror you're going to think about who you belong to, AREN'T you? Who owns you?! Who do you belong to?!" ("Misstress Charlotte and Mistress Victoria!" said face-down Joseph) "That's right, you belong to US, and we can do WHATEVER we want to you! And you can't stop us! We OWN you! We OWN your ass, and I want it to be RED!" I flogged him fiercely. "Good. It's getting nice and marked up. Just how I want it. BEG me, you pathetic slut! BEG me to mark you to prove who you belong to!" ("Please, Mistress! Please may I have a mark?" said face-down Joseph). I cut one of many marks into him. He made the "Ooohhh" noise. "What's that, SLAVE?! Do you have something to SAY?!!!" I demanded. I probably stomped on his butt again, or grabbed his ear or something. "The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is 'Thank you, Mistress!'. Do you understand?!!!" ("Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress!" said Joesph, into the table).
Victoria arrived with an enema bag filled with warm water. She told him to get on his hands and knees, lubed up his butthole, and stuck the nozzle in. "You're going get nice and clean so you can take our cocks, AREN'T you, you filthy little slut! Yes, you're going to take ALL of this, and THEN you are going to take our cocks, AREN'T you?! Because you're our little slut, AREN'T you, and you want our cocks, DON'T you? We're going to tear you open with our huge cocks, AREN'T we?"
I chimed in, spanking his now slippery butt cheeks full force. "You think that hurts, you little slut? Just wait until you feel our cocks in you! THEN you'll feel how we own you, inside and out! Don't you want our cocks, you slut? BEG for our cocks!" ("Yes, Mistress Charlotte and Mistress Victoria, I want your cocks." I wasn't entirely sure this was true.
"You keep that water in there until I tell you you can let it out! You're going to hold it in there for your Mistress!" Victoria squeezed his stomach. ("Yes, Mistress Victoria"). He held it for a suspenseful minute, then called his safe word, and was sent to the bathroom. He was told to knock when he was ready to come out.
Victoria and I went behind the faux-leather curtain again.
"What should we do now? It's only 8:40. Ugh." she said.
"I don't know. Let's just put him on the spanking horse and spank him some more, and then we can fuck him in the ass while he's up there. And then we can turn him over and do CBT and needles for the end?" I offered.
"Yeah, that sounds good. And I'll use this thing on him when he comes out. I think I can pee now." she held up the the weird plastic device.
"What the fuck is that thing anyway? You're supposed to pee in it?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Joseph opened the bathroom door and came out without knocking. "You were supposed to KNOCK! I told you to KNOCK!" Victoria shrieked. "Get down on your knees! I didn't tell you you could stand, did I?" ("No, Mistress Victoria.") "You disobeyed me, didn't you! Give me that--(pointing to the enema bag)! Now wash your hands! And make sure they are clean!"
When he had done that to her feigned satisfaction she had him lie down on the floor on his back. She pulled down her pantyhose and stuck the plastic pee-thing onto her crotch. "Now you had better drink ALL of this, do you understand! Every last drop of it! Don't waste any of it!" Joseph put the end of the tube in his mouth, and soon it filled with pee, and then his mouth filled with pee. He took two nearly-overflowing swallows before he pulled the tube out and capped it with his thumb. "I need a break, Mistress." he said. "Okay, but then you have to drink it all!" He took another swallow, and then called his safe word. "You're a pathetic toilet!" said Victoria. "Go take this to the bathroom and pour it out. He carried the pee-filled tube away, still capping it with his thumb.
While he was rinsing it she got out a spray bottle of Clorox and some paper towel and cleaned the floor where he had been laying. There were at least five tiny drops of pee visible, and if we had really cared, we could have punished him for "wasting precious nectar" or something. But we didn't have the chance, because when Joseph came out of the bathroom he declared "I think I'm done. That's enough for me." We stared and blinked at him for a moment, unsure if we should be concerned, or be thanking our lucky stars. "I probably could have drunk it all if I had just taken it straight on the face." he added.
He started to get dressed and we all dropped the whole mistress/slave act. Victoria gave him helpful directions to get back to the highway. He told us about his private airplane and we gushed with enthusiasm. He apologize for leaving early, and thanked us. We each gave him a hug, and then he asked if he could kiss our butts. We let him--three pecks on each cheek. Then he said "You know what I'd really like to do with you girls? Take you out for dinner!" We told him how simply lovely that would be--but that it would have to wait until his next trip to town, because we were booked up for the night.
He took the left over Cialis with him, but let Victoria keep the needles for future use. "Would you like to keep the hat as well?" referring to the baseball hat in the box.
"No, no, you should keep it." said Victoria.
"Are you sure? It's a pretty cool hat!" he said.
"That's true--it's pretty cool!" she said
"It's yours! Keep it!"
Later we discovered that he left the sandals as well. The sneaky bastard.
He closed the door and was gone. Victoria looked at me and said "YES!!!! He left early! I love it when they do that!" We gave eachother a high-five. |
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