College Bound

Chapter One-2

There were pictures of guys in women’s lingerie as well as a video of a guy leaning on a low bench. He was naked with his feet spread and his palms on the brownish wood. He wasn’t tied or chained. He just stood there totally exposed for his Mistress’s pleasure. A woman stood behind him with a long, thin cane and brutally whipped his ass. Over and over she hit him. I could see the cane strike his ass cheeks, imbedding itself in his tender butt flesh. I could hear his slight moans and watch the deep red welts appear across his butt. As I watched it, I realized I was getting turned on. For some reason this really excited me too. Within moments my c**k was rock hard and dripping pre-c*m. Thoughts of an earlier whipping crossed my mind. I couldn’t wait.

I texted her back. “I’m ready Mistress.”

“That’s good slave, because I got a nice, long, thin riding crop from the riding stable to use on your sexy buns.”

I watched the whipping several times and jerked off as he suffered.

The next summer Mom and I went to California. Julie and I spent three weeks together hanging out at the beach and indulged in our bondage games. Her grandfather had a beach house right on Santa Monica Beach. He was never around, so we hung out there quite often. Besides, it gave us a place to play and explore our new fantasy.

True to her word I leaned onto a bench and let her whip me. Trust me… when that crop cut across my naked ass cheeks, there was no fantasy about it. She had no mercy. It was the real thing, but for some reason deep in my brain I wanted more. I had no idea why. It hurt so badly, but I got a stiff, hard erection. By the time she was done there was a puddle of my juice on the floor between my feet. Julie laughed, knowing she had total control of me from that moment on.

I spent many wonderful hours in bondage and kneeling at her feet. There was never any s*x, but a Mistress/slave relationship slowly started to develop.

Throughout the next year she dominated me with continual text messages, telling me how to tie myself up at night and what to wear during the day. I really enjoyed it, as she continued to fuel my strange obsessions.

Time went quickly by, but the game and desires between us never lessened. It was my senior year, so I applied to several colleges. The University of Southern California was my first choice. It was Julie’s too, and luckily we both got accepted. By then her real paternal grandfather had passed away, and she had been left the beach house along with a very hefty trust fund. There would be no dormitory living for either of us.

Earlier that year Julie and her mother had gone to Cabo San Lucas. It was to be a special time for them, but her mother had another purpose. Her mother told her that she was not her real mom and apologized for never legally adopting her.

Her mother thought she would be really upset, but unbeknown to her, Julie already knew. She had found some papers several years before, but always kept the family secret. They had a wonderful time. She knew then that we were definitely not related, and things would be a lot different in the future.

Somewhere around the Fourth of July I got a package from Julie in the mail. It was a little larger than others I had received, so anxiously I headed to my room to see what she had sent. As I opened the box, there was a note on top.

“slave – There’s a special item enclosed that I want you to wear. You’ll understand when you see it. Put it on as soon as possible and make sure it’s securely locked. Send me a picture of your little guy wearing it. That little device will insure your devotion to me and will keep you really horny until you get here in August. Can’t wait to see it on you. There’s also a pair of my panties. I know how much you like them. Wear those in another photo. Love ya, Mistress Julie”

There was a small box which contained a CB 4000 chastity device. When I saw it, my c**k immediately started getting hard. I couldn’t explain it other than I was giving her complete control of me and my pecker. I knew that once it was locked on there would probably be no release until I got to California, but at that point, I didn’t care.

After examining it, I picked up the panties that she had sent. They were pale yellow with white lace. Immediately I put them to my nose and inhaled. The scent of her musky, sweet p***y still lingered on the silky fabric.

I was hot. My c**k was struggling. It started to get fully erect. She knew what these things were doing to me. Quickly I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my boxers down. I flopped back on my bed and rubbed my hand along the length of my throbbing shaft. God, I was f*****g horny. I wanted to blow. With her panties draped over my face I slowly jerked off. It didn’t take long. Moments later hot c*m shot across my belly and pooled on my chest. Moans of lustful pleasure quietly escaped my lips.

My eyes were closed, and my body was rigid as I came down from my s*x-charged high. Finally I picked up a t-shirt from the floor and mopped up my junk. My thoughts were on my Mistress.

There was no time like the present I decided. My p***s was fully deflated, and I was ready to submit to her. It took only a couple of minutes to put the ring around my c**k and balls and shove my pecker in the curved plastic tube. I had to hurry because I was slowly getting hard again. I slipped the small padlock through the waiting holes. The snap of the lock as it closed was nearly deafening, announcing my surrender.

I looked closely at what I had done. Then I realized that Julie hadn’t sent me the keys, so I was stuck in it until she released me. Today it didn’t matter, but what about later. How was I going to spank my monkey tonight or tomorrow or the next day? I was used to doing it two or three times a day – sometimes more. How was I to get along without blowing my load for the next four or five weeks? I should have waited.

And what about the rest of the summer? There were wild parties and hot, sexy, available women and….

“Oh f**k,” I whispered, as the realization of what I had done rested in my hand.

I immediately tried to get lose from the evil device that now held my c**k. I could feel the pressure as my pecker tried to grow and get erect.

Quickly I grabbed my cell phone, snapped a couple pictures and sent them to her. I followed by texting her a quick note.

“This is going to be tough. Please send me the keys.”

I got an immediate reply. “No way!!!! You’re my slave now, and you like it, don’t you?”

“Please Julie. I don’t think I can wait until I get out there.”

“What choice do you have? I control that little thing from now on. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yea, but….”

“See, you’ve got your wish. We’ll talk about it in a few days. Gotta go. lol.”

The next few weeks were unbearable. I tried everything possible to get myself off other than cutting the damn lock or destroying the evil thing. I knew she would be mad if I did, so I dealt with it.

As August rolled around, I packed everything in my car and soon moved into the beach house. Julie and I spent every waking hour together, walking the beach and getting ready for college orientation.

I begged her several times to unlock the chastity device, but it did no good. She said that she would do it when she was ready, not when I wanted it. I had to learn self-control.

There’s no such thing when you’re 18 years old and haven’t jerked-off in over five weeks. I had a massive case of blue balls and a craving that wouldn’t quit.

A few nights before classes started she suggested we play our little games once more.

There was no hesitation on my part. I was ready and immediately undressed.

“Get on the bed face up, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Carefully she stretched my arms out to the upper corners of the bed and tied them tight. Once my feet were secured to the lower corners, she ran her fingers gently across my balls. My c**k was trying to get hard, but the plastic tube never lost its grip.

“This stuff makes you just as excited as it did when I caught you naked in that tree so many years ago. And now you’re here ready to surrender to me. We’ve both grown up since then. What were we fourteen or fifteen when this all started?”

“Yea, I guess so.”

“I couldn’t believe it when I walked around you hanging from the tree that day, and your little pecker was sticking right up straight and hard. That was the first hard-on… hell it was the first real c**k I’d ever seen. I guess it’s a little bigger now though, isn’t it?”

As she talked, she took the keys and unlocked the monster that held me. Instantly I was hard. She ran her fingernails along my throbbing shaft, as I moaned with desire.

She continued to rub my c**k up and down making me want her even more. When she got me right to the point of blowing, she suddenly stopped, leaving me teetering on the very edge.

“Please, Julie,” I begged. “It’s been weeks since I’ve blown.”

She just laughed. “But you did it for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know why?”

“Because I like it when you take control of me.”

“That’s right, and there’s a new rule. From now on it’s not Julie, slave,” she said emphatically. “It’s Mistress.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“It’s taken me several years to get you to this point. I know you want this just as much as I do. All those sites we explored turned us both on, and now we’ve reached our goal – I’m your Mistress, and you are my slave. You want it this way, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress, I do. I’ve always hoped this would happen. Please do anything you want to me. I am your slave.”

“One more thing before we start,” she said, as she put a blindfold over my eyes. “You haven’t earned the right to see me naked.”

“But you’ve seen me naked so many times.”

“Yes, but you are just my submissive little slave. You should consider yourself lucky that I’ve let you wear my panties all these years. You’ve liked that, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. I love your panties.”

“I know you liked the scent that I left in them for you. I’ve watched you sniff them, but did you really like wearing them?”

“I liked wearing them because they were yours.”

“No… you started to get hard when you wore them the very first time. I saw you, remember?”

“Yea, I remember. How could I forget?”

“So, do you like wearing woman’s panties? Does it excite you?” she asked, as she squeezed my balls.

“Yes, Mistress… I like wearing woman’s panties. They excite me more than you know.”

She chuckled and continued. “Oh I know, and that’s good, because you’ll wear them all the time from now on. After all we can’t have you trolling around the campus, chasing some cute little co-ed, hoping to get your willy wet, can we? That’s never going to happen. You belong to me from now on.”