1300 Cherry Bottom Lane. The address I was ordered to go to meet Her.
The call came in early in the afternoon; I recognized Her soft, seductive,
commanding, voice immediately. "You WILL meet Me at 9 pm this
evening. Tell no one where you are going, bring nothing, and arrive ready
to please Me. I will take no excuses."

I tried to conceal this fact from my secretary, who at the time had
been taking dictation. She merely glanced up, smiled and asked if I was
finished with her. "Yes", I replied, "you may go." She
must have left but I was too distracted to even notice.

What could my beautiful Mistress want with me? So here I was, at the
address She had given, confused and nervous. She had promised the lights
would be on in readiness for me. All was dark. I began to think maybe I
had made a mistake, maybe She had said another night. When suddenly I was
pushed from behind. My arms had been pinned behind my back and quickly
handcuffed, and a blindfold was slipped over my head. I was pushed and
pulled down around the house I had been in front of and led down a flight
of concrete stairs. I assumed it was in the rear of the house and I knew
it was a concrete stairwell because I was ordered to kneel at the bottom.
I could hear keys being rattled and what sounded like an old lock being
turned. A door creaked slowly to life.

I was ordered to stand and roughly pushed through the doorway. It
slammed shut behind me and immediately I was hit with cold air and the
smell of dampness and earth. I could hear the click, click of high heels
circling me, and warm breath by my left ear. "You are Mine for as
long as I wish. you will do exactly as you are told. you will be made a
spectacle for My pleasure."

I could feel Her breasts pressed against my back and Her hands
encircled around my handcuffs. Her hair brushed against my shoulder and
face as She leaned in to speak.

"I will undo your hands and you will undress, still blindfolded.
When you are finished you will get on your knees."

I briefly hesitated and was met with a riding crop across the back of
my legs. Quickly I regained myself and did as my Mistress bade. As I
removed each article of clothing it was taken from me, and put where? I
could only guess.

"You won't be needing any of these. You have no identity now, you
will be what I tell you. You are nothing without My command. You are here
only to serve and be an instrument for my amusement and pleasure."

Ankle restraints and wrist restraints were fastened on me, and a
tighter fitting leather collar around my neck. My wrists were pulled
behind my back and locked together.

She then deftly grabbed my cock and balls in Her hand, which shocked
and excited me at the same time. Instantly my cock sprang to life.

"What's this?! That's disgusting! Your pathetic piece of meat is
already dripping, you make me sick. You will be punished for this."

She pulled on my cock with one hand and with the other She reached down
and dug Her nails into my balls. Then She began to twist them. I winced in
pain and began to breathe heavily. My gasps came quicker as the pain
became more intense. She laughed and I could smell the musky odor of Her
exquisite perfume.

My sense of sight had been taken but my other senses were heightened.
Her touch, Her scent, Her voice, Her breath so close made me quiver with
anticipation.

She lifted up my cock to expose my balls, and quickly strapped on a
device that separated my balls from each other. It was a piece leather
that went up between the two, circled around them and then up over my
cock. It fit so tightly around the base of my cock that I gasped. My balls
distended, She raked Her nails across them and laughed when I trembled.

"Pathetic little slave," She muttered, "this is only the
beginning. Stand up!"

Roughly She grabbed me by the cock and pulled me forward. Grabbing my
collar I heard a clasp being attached to a ring within. She also fastened
a leash to the cock device and now pulled me both by a cock leash and neck
leash. "Watch your step! We're going up some steps now."

She pulled on the leashes and guided me up the stairway and onto
hardwood floors. Her heels echoed on them and She laughed as I stumbled
for lack of sight. We went up another flight of stairs, She released my
wrist bonds only to pull them over my head and fasten them there. Then my
blindfold was quickly removed, pulling on my hair and making me squint in
the bright light.

Slowly, my sight returned to me. I could first see myself in a wall of
mirrors in front of me, and then I saw Her. She was magnificent! Her
beautiful form instantly brought my cock back to life, which strained
against my bonds causing even more pain. She wore a very tight, shiny,
black rubber mini skirt. Garters could be seen from underneath, attached
to sheer black stockings with black back seams. Her gorgeous feet wore a
pair of eight-inch black patent leather open toed heels. Her toes were
painted blood red. Then as I looked up, I could see the most beautiful
corset encasing Her tightly. It was black satin with red roses embroidered
into it. Her waist was cinched so tightly and Her fantastic breasts almost
spilled from over the top. Her jet-black hair was cut into a neat chin
length bob and Her green eyes flashed menacingly at me. She reached up and
I could see Her beautiful nails were also painted the same blood red.

Then a flash of pain as Her hand came crashing down across my face.
"Who said you could look me in the eye?! I generously give you your
sight back and what do you do with it? Disobey the rules almost
immediately! This really is too much!" Instantly I knew my error and
regretted it. I could not help gazing at Her though. She was beautiful.

She undid my leashes and went to a wall of restraints and pulled down a
"spreader bar". It was a bar that neatly fit between my legs and
my ankle restraints were fastened to either end, putting me in a
spread-eagle standing position. She then went to a wall behind me lined
with various whips, clamps, weights, and rope. She pulled down what looked
like a pair of hemostats with jagged alligator clamps on the end.

"I think these will go nicely on those nipples of yours. Clamped
tightly and pulled." , she said. She immediately grabbed onto one of
my nipples and began to pinch it roughly between Her long, blood red
nails. I winced in pain and this made Her laugh loudly. "What's the
matter little man? You knew there would be consequences for your
actions."

She tightly clamped one of the devices on my nipple and secured it
tightly. Then She did the same thing with the other nipple. She had
applied them inversely so that the finger holes were pointing upward. S
She let go they pulled downward and hurt even more. A searing heat began
to build up in my nipples and I whimpered uncontrollably. She was not,
however, finished with my chest. She then went to the rope-laden wall and
pulled down a nice length of rope. Throwing it up over the chain my wrists
were attached to She made sure the length was just enough to reach my
nipples. Tying one end to the finger holes of the hemostats, She began to
pull on the other end so that the clamp on one side was upright. She then
pulled the rope taught and attached the other end to the other clamp. The
clamps were both pulled upright and it was impossible for me to move any
way or escape the surmounting pain.

"Well, isn't that a pretty picture? How are those nipples feeling
you worthless piece of flesh?" "They hurt ma'am." I
responded. "Isn't that too bad. Oh well, it amuses me that's where
they'll stay."

As I hung there helplessly I saw a glimmer in Her eye and I began to
wonder what other torments She had in store for me.

She slowly went over to the wall of whips and began to choose a few
with a very critical eye. Looking at me and then returning to the wall to
make sure She chose just the right implement of torture. Eventually She
returned with a selection of about five cat-o-nine tailed whips. Three
were of normal size and two were of a small size, no longer than Her wrist
to elbow. One of them was a suede and the other was made of rubber.

"Well now you piece of useless flesh, I think it's time to whip
those balls into shape!" She instantly reached down, grabbed my cock,
and pulled it up out of the way, exposing my already distended balls. I
barely felt the first hit and then the pain began to come. She had grabbed
the suede flogger and began to mercilessly whip my balls. I struggled to
get away from the blows but each time I moved the rope attached to my
nipple clamps pulled them tighter and tighter. I could see a wild look in
my Mistresses eyes and She was obviously enjoying the torment. As I looked
in the mirror I could see my balls turning a shade of pink. Then without
warning She witched floggers to the rubber one. The first blow sent a
shock of pain through my whole body, the second was even worse and the
consecutive ones from then on brought such heat and searing pain that I
could barely breath. My breaths came in gasps and my balls were turning
red. Just when I was unable to take another hit, She quit. My cock was
dropped from Her tight grasp and She then began to flog my cock. It
bounced under each hit and She then began to concentrate just on the tip.
The head of my cock began to turn a rosy pink and to my surprise it began
to drip pre-cum.

"What is that? You are disgusting! I knew you would enjoy this in
spite of yourself! I know everything about you! You little worm. Well, I
guess I'm just going to have to think of some new torments for you.
"With that, She dropped the small flogger and turned Her attention
back to my nipples. Picking up one of the longer floggers. She began to
whip my chest with the clamps still attached. The pain was unbearable. I
cried out loud and tried to get away but there was nowhere for me to move
to, I was Her prisoner. Suddenly, one of the clamps released itself under
Her whipping. The intense pain was excruciating, I screamed out and She
laughed. "Who are you screaming for slave? No one is going to hear
you. We are all alone and you are Mine!"

She continued to whip me until the other clamp pulled away too. I
slumped in my bonds and was thoroughly defeated. I knew that for however
long She would keep me, I would obey. "I'll bet those wrists are
getting tired," She said "I think I'd like to move you."

She reached down between my legs and removed my cock restraint as well
as the spreader bar. Then my wrists were brought down, I was led over to a
bench, bent over and restrained in that position. Mistress began to run
Her long nails over my back and prone bottom. I quivered under Her touch
and was grateful for the reprieve from my earlier predicament.

It was short-lived. I could hear Her heels clicking on the floor behind
me and She left the room. I was left there to ponder my position for only
a few moments as She returned quickly. Quite by shock I could feel a
leather paddle come crashing down on my backside. I jumped in my bonds and
my Mistress laughed. "Silly little bitch, I love to take you by
surprise!'

The blows began to come intermittently, always by surprise and never in
a constant rhythm. She enjoyed watching me try to anticipate the hits and
quiver while I waited for them. Soon She dropped the leather paddle, and
when She felt I was properly warmed up, began with a wooden one. The sound
as it hit my exposed ass was alarmingly loud. The smacks echoed through
the chamber and Her laugh only added to it. The blows built in intensity
and I could hear my Mistresses heavy breathing as She began to hit harder
and enjoy it more. "Your ass is so red bitch, you know how much I
love to beat you."

She stopped Her paddling and slowly ran Her nails over my beaten ass.
Then She climbed up on top of me and sat on my back. I could feel the
caress of Her silky stockings against my sides and Her exquisite bottom on
my back. Her beautiful form was so warm against me. Every now and then She
would lean down and lay on top of me so that I could feel her breasts
pressed against my back. She began to squeeze me lightly between Her
thighs, then tighter, and tighter until I thought I wouldn't be able to
breathe. Then She would let go. She did this numerous times and my cock
began to get harder and harder. She leaned down to the back of my head and
softly began to whisper in my ear.

"Little slave, I love to control your breathing. You see, I can
even control your simplest instinct. Anything I want to do to you ... I
can."

With that, She grabbed a handful of my hair at the base of my neck and
pulled my head back as far as possible so that I gasped. She roughly
pushed my face back down, I suppose She saw in my eyes what She wanted my
total surrender.

She slowly slid down off of me so that i could feel Her entire form
slide down my back and ass. My cock was so stiff i could barely stand it.
She reached between my legs and tightly squeezed my balls, pre-cum poured
from the tip of my cock and i sighed loudly.

"I see you're very excited slave. Good that means you will take
even more."

She pulled out a bullwhip and as i heard the crack i felt the sting of
it upon my backside. I was so warm from the paddling and my cock was so
hard that i was able to take many lashes of the whip. It cracked and
echoed throughout the room and my cries became screams as each one i took
began to draw forth the blood from my body. As quickly as it started, it
stopped and my Mistress ran Her fingers through my blood soaked ass. She
was breathing hard from Her exertion and from Her excitement. She came
around to stand before me and release my wrist bonds. "Look at me
slave." She commanded.

I looked up, and saw how pleased She was with me. The sweat was beading
on Her and She was smiling down at me. "I think you deserve a
treat."

She undid my ankle restraints and bade me to kneel before Her as she
sat on a large red velvet chair. She had pulled over a footstool and
rested Her dainty feet upon the stool.

My cock while waning was still somewhat hard, and the view of Her
before me instantly brought it back to life. I could see the top of Her
stockings and garters and the muscular legs that only a short while
earlier had been wrapped around me, controlling my breath. Her breasts
were spilling from over the top of her corset and she had a serene glow
about her.

"I want you to touch yourself for my pleasure, slave. I want to
see if you can control yourself for Me. I want to know that you belong
totally to Me."

I could not resist, I reached down to my cock and slowly stroked
myself, all the while staring at Her gorgeous presence. My excitement
surmounted and i could feel my balls tightening, wanting to release.

"Stop!" She commanded. "You will only cum when I say you
can, little bitch."

She reached down and slapped my face. "You are not ready. "My
cock was dripping pre-cum and i was so close i feared i would not be able
to obey. I knew that i could never displease Her though.

She stood and slowly pressed one of her heels into my cock. I became
more excited with each passing minute. She quickly released the pressure
from my cock and i came with such force that i shuddered and slumped over
the footstool before me. My face was pressed against Her leg and i began
to gratefully kiss her calf. I had cum over one of Her exquisite heels and
quickly began to eagerly lick every last drop of cum from Her shoe.

"Little slave, you did not wait for my command you will have to
stay the night chained in my cell." So now, here i wait for my
Mistresses command. Chained to the wall, naked and spent. The blood from
my backside dried and the cum on my own leg sticky. i will have to learn
my lesson if only to please Her.