DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

Charles

ctp1955@yahoo.com

Serving Her - part one

It is around three in the afternoon. I can't be sure. I am
blindfolded and my hands are tied behind my back. There are
clothespins on my nipples and balls. I am naked and sitting on a
five-gallon bucket, which is very tough after just a few
minutes. I have been here for at least three hours.

I am sitting in my own storage building. Well, I should say my
Mistress storage building. After all she owns me and that means
she owns anything I possess. This is where she chose to put me
today. She is entertaining her lover and decided this would be
best for me.

Sometimes I am allowed to watch her as she is thoroughly fucked
by one of her many boyfriends, but not today. I do love to see
Mistress get such sweet pleasure from her lovers. Seeing her cum
is better than cumming myself.

I have almost become accustomed to not cumming these days.
Mistress keeps me in a chastity device and only allows a real
orgasm occasionally. She gives me a prostate milking whenever I
ask. Of course to make sure I don't abuse the privilege, I have
to take twelve of the best from her cane before she milks me.

At other times she teases me for hours and then allows me to
have a ruined orgasm. (She pulls her hand away just in time for
me to ooze cum, but not feel the pleasure.) But now and then
when she is in a really loving mood I still actually get to have
a full orgasm.

Mistress always knows best. She says that by keeping me
frustrated, I am more eager to serve and more manageable. It
just makes me a better submissive. I adore her. I want nothing
more from life than to be an instrument of pleasure for this
wonderful woman.

I hear Mistress walking across the leaves and I try to
straighten up. The cramping in my legs however won't allow me to
do that, so I just remain bent over. I can make out some light
as she opens the door and says, "There is my little pet. I
brought you something."

She has used her panties to wipe the cum from her pussy and she
rubs it all over my face and then inserts them into my mouth.
"Stand up baby"

I attempt to obey, but the blood rushing back into my legs
almost makes me fall. She steadies me and laughs a little at my
predicament. "Poor baby and his little cramped up body. I am so
mean to you, aren't I?"

I respond with an emphatic "NO. You are the sweetest, most
wonderful woman a man could want."

She says, "That's so sweet baby. For that I will remove your
clothespins before we go inside." She gently opens each one and
eases the clip from my tender nipples but then she immediately
stretches the skin causing immense pain.

I thank her for being so kind.

She then does the same to the ones on my balls. She gently
squeezes my blue balls. (It's been days since I was milked) I
almost double over from even this gentle squeeze.

"Baby," she says, "Do you need milking?"

"Yes ma'am, I really do."

She asks if this is an 'official' request to be milked.

I know I am trapped now. She knows she can cane me any time she
likes, but she enjoys it when I ask for it.

So I say, "Yes Mistress, will you please milk me?"

She smiles and says, "You know what happens first when you ask
to be milked?"

"Yes, ma'am. Twelve of the best."

"Good boy," she says, as she attaches the leash to my chastity
device. She begins to lead me blindfolded out of the building.

Once outside she stops and begins to gently tickle my balls and
rub her hands over my legs and chest. My cock is straining
against the device and it makes my balls pound that much more.
Gratefully the little pointed stud device is not in place today.
Otherwise I don't know if I could take this. Mistress whispers
how she loves to tease me like this and how this makes me a much
better, more devoted slave.

I agree with her. What else could I say? When one is helplessly
tied and a woman has you literally by the balls. You agree with
anything she says. Besides she is absolutely right. A frustrated
male is a more submissive male.

Suddenly I feel the cold steel of shackles being placed on my
ankles. She runs a chain up to my device and hooks it just under
my balls. This causes me to pull my feet closer together to
relieve the pain in my balls. She has essentially hobbled me
with pain. Spread my legs more than a few inches and it will
pull on my sore balls.

She places the leash in my mouth and announces that we will be
going for a walk around the property. We own a few acres in a
very rural setting with almost no neighbors. She instructs me
that she will strike my ass with her riding crop to lead me.
Left side-turn left. Right side-turn right. How hard she strikes
should tell me how far to the right or left I should turn.
Basically just like a horse responds to the bit in his mouth,
she is using pain to indicate direction. Wonderful woman!

"Let's go," She says.

I begin to walk. Well, I begin to hobble along anyway. Mistress
begins to talk to me about her job, and we are having a very
nice chat. Just like any couple might do after a long day except
for the part of me being a naked slave in pain and having my
butt cropped to indicate direction.

The pain in my balls is growing as Mistress continues to walk me
around. Almost with mystic power Mistress asks me if my balls
are sore yet. (She knows they are!)

I say "yes ma'am," to which she replies. "Good baby. I like them
sore. It is good for you."

I agree and we continue a bit more before I discover she has
walked me to the house and is removing my shackles before she
hoses me off. As she is blasting me with the hose she apologizes
for not allowing me to witness her lovemaking today and letting
me clean her with my tongue as we usually do. But she explains,
her new lover is a bit shy about having an audience. Especially
a husband tied to a chair. But she hopes to bring him around
soon.

"He has a lovely shaved cock, perfect for you to suck for me,
baby." She says, as she is untying my hands so I may dry myself.
"I will be in my chair baby when you finish."

I dry myself off and shake the water out of my chastity device
as best I can. It is painful now to do anything with that. I
have blue balls badly and only wish I could just sit still but I
know Mistress will no doubt have me performing in some manner
all evening. She is always in a devilish mood after she has been
fucked by one of her lovers.

I pull myself together and walk into the kitchen. I walk over to
where Mistress is sitting and I kneel beside her chair. She is
watching the news. She pulls my head over the arm of her chair
and begins to run her fingers through my hair and gently tickle
my head and neck.

My god, this woman can be so sweet and soft and loving. Then
just as easy she is a wild woman. Having a massive orgasm while
she whips me madly with a split tail crop.

She asks me how my afternoon was and I tell her I enjoyed it.

She smiles and says "good." She enjoys putting me in difficult
bondage for hours. When a commercial comes on she instructs me
to kiss her toes while we talk.

I begin to lick and suck her dainty toes while she begins to
talk to me about our vacation plans. In about a month I am due
two weeks vacation. Mistress is nice enough to ask me how I
would feel about spending the two weeks in my cage. The cage is
three feet high, three feet wide, and five feet long. I can just
stretch out if I lay crossways in the pan.

Mistress and I have always talked about the day when I can be
imprisoned in a cell or something similar permanently. This will
be an excellent trial run. I ask her if it would make her happy
for me to spend my vacation in the cage.

She pulls me up, smiles and says she would "love" to have me
caged for our entire vacation.

What can you say to that?

"Yes Mistress, I would be grateful to make you happy any way you
wish."

"Oh yes," she says. "I almost forgot. You need a good caning and
a milking don't you baby?"

Now I am nervous. I almost wish I could take it back. The cane
is such a wicked instrument. But, the pain in my swelled balls
and the damnable chastity device squeezing them constantly is
just too much. I must have some relief even at the cost of a
caning.

I say, "Yes Mistress, please cane me, so I can be milked."

She smiles at my lowered head. She knows how difficult it is to
ask for that evil cane. "Go get it for me baby. Crawl."

I crawl down the long hallway to our bedroom. I should say her
bedroom. She sleeps in the bed. I sleep in the closet with her
shoes and use her dirty laundry as my pillow. I fetch the cane
and begin the long crawl back to her.

I am afraid, excited, in love, with this wonderful woman.
Sometimes I wish I could just cum like other men and not have to
endure this, just to take the pain from my balls. But I think,
if I could do that, I would not be her slave. That is NOT an
acceptable thought. I cannot imagine life without serving her.

I begin to smile with pleasure as I reach her chair and hold the
cane out in both hands with my head bowed, and ask my darling
Mistress, "Ma'am. May I please feel twelve of your best?"

She is smiling and I see her touch her pussy through her shorts
for just a moment. I know when I see this, that she is going to
play with herself while she punishes me. Now I do not regret
asking for the cane at all. My Mistress is going to cum from my
pain. That is my greatest honor. To suffer so my mistress can
have pleasure.

She directs me to the back of the sofa. I lay over and I feel
her rubbing the cane against my tender backside. Just before the
first lash, she utters in a husky voice already filled with
desire, "I love you baby."

I respond with, "I love and adore you Mistress."

Then I hear that brief whistling sound just before the first
strike hits.