Mistress Rain

The Audit

Chapter One The Audit

Naked, hooded and suspended from the ceiling of my dungeon by his wrists and ankles, Agent Whitmore was helpless as he dangled face up, three feet above the floor. It was entertaining to see him squirm against the rough black leather cuffs above the cold, damp grey concrete floor like an insect trapped in my web struggling to get free. To me, he was just a bug who’s wings I was about to pluck from its body as I lay in wait in the shadows. Every crevice, every orifice of his body utterly vulnerable to my attack. There was no escape.

Tightly grasping my bright red cattle prod in my right-hand I contemplated the most precise moment to emerge from the darkness to shock whatever part of his body that I wished.

The tightly laced black leather hood that covered his head made him anonymous. In my eyes he was no longer a man. It helped turn him into an inanimate object. He became my “thing” or my toy to play with. This hood was one of my favorites because it restricts breathing through a metal eyelet over each nostril. Restricted breathing can create a great deal of discomfort and even panic in someone’s mind as the scene progresses. Except for his eyes, everything else on his head, even his mouth was tightly covered in leather.

Most dominatrix’s do not allow their slaves to make eye contact, which I think is foolish. There are two ways to gain direct access to the soul of a submissive-man. One, is through his p***s and the other is through his eyes. When a man gets lost in your eyes he is yours for good. He will never return to the man he was before he met you. So, every slave that serves me must keep his eyes on me at all times. I do not allow them to look away. This keeps me at that center of their world.

The look of apprehension in the eyes of a submissive man as I torment their mind and body is intoxicating. Agent Whitmore’s eyes were the most beautiful and expressive green eyes I had ever seen. They always told the story of what he was experiencing. The delicious look of horror as he peered at me through the eye slits of his hood drove me to push him to his limits as a masochist.

One would think that I would have trouble hoisting a man of his size three feet from the ground. His massive six foot four, two-hundred and thirty-pound frame would be a challenge for me if it weren’t for the heavy-duty chain hoist that I had hung from ceiling joist. This made hoisting him up off of the floor and locking him into place as easy as lifting a sack of groceries into the trunk of my car.

This man was not a novice. He was a true masochist who lived to be put through his paces. He had been one of my best clients for several years. When we first met he made only two requests. The first, was for me to always wear my skin-tight black leather cat suit and thigh high boots. The other, was to treat him as harshly and cruelly as humanly possible. His only limits were no needles or blood play.

Both of his requests appealed to the sadist and the fetishist in me. I adore wearing my leather cat suit. When I step into it I feel extremely sadistic and powerful. But first and foremost, when a submissive man hands himself over to me, tells me to do with him as a I please and to be as cruel as I wish, I become wet just at the thought of it. His screams of pain alone practically send my body into an explosive orgasm.

Tonight, after suspending him from the ceiling, I prowled in the deep shadows of the dungeon where he could not see me. He could only here the clicking of my stiletto heels on the concrete dungeon floor. In a detached monotone-voice I asked, “Agent Whitmore, Do you remember your safe words?”

His voice quivered as he responded, “Yes, Mistress. I say green, so you will continue what you’re doing. Yellow, if I want you to slow down and red is spoken only when I want you to stop completely. If I use red our session is over and I am to get dressed and leave.”

“Very good. You’re in luck today slave. I have had a particularly difficult day today and I need to take my frustrations out on someone. Guess who will receive the brunt of my fury today?”

In a quiet obedient voice, he responded, “I will my lady.”

“Very good. As always, you are to keep your eyes on me at all times. Can you see where I am?”

It was amusing to watch him desperately crane his neck attempting to find me as I prowled around him. The way I had him suspended left no support for his head and neck. He had to hold his head up on his own which often made his neck cramp while attempting to watch me as I tormented him. He responded, “Mistress, I believe you are standing in front of me.”

He was correct. I was twenty-five feet in front of him. I replied, “Very good slave. If you guess what torturous device I am holding I will have mercy and allow you to select another implement.”

“Mistress, I am not certain. Is it your bullwhip?”

I threw my head back and laughed, “No. This device can be more psychologically terrifying and leaves smaller marks.”

I walked to my left until I was standing behind him. He dropped his head back until it was hanging upside down. As I emerged from the shadows I raised the cattle prod from my side and pointed it at his face and asked, “Do you know what this is?”

He swallowed hard before answering, “Mistress, it is a cattle prod.”

“That’s correct and today you are going to by my cattle. You know what I demand before I use a new implement on you don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. You ask that I kiss whatever device you are about to use on my body.”

“Correct again.”

I took a step forward and extended the prod a half inch from his lips. After raising his head up, he hesitated then dropped his head back down. I inquired, “Why did you hesitate? Kiss it now or I will make you regret that you came to see me today. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

He did not respond. He quickly raised his head and kissed the electrodes on the end of the prod. There was a loud snap and a pop. Screaming in pain he dropped his head back down.

I laughed and said, “See. That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

He lowered his head and said, “No Mistress. Thank you for shocking my lips.”

I walked towards him and said, “Raise your head. Don’t take your eyes off of me. “

He immediately raised his head. His eyes were riveted on my every move. He replied obediently, “Yes, Mistress.”

There he was, dangling helplessly by his arms and legs above the floor with his head directly in front of my crotch. After taking two steps towards him so my legs were on either side of his head I lowered myself down and straddled his face. Squeezing his head with my muscular thighs I said, “I have been dying to sit down all day and you make the perfect chair.”

The muffled, pathetic reply from in-between my legs of “Yes, Mistress” made me chuckle.

His body trembled. Before my very eyes was a marvelous canvas of flesh for me to torment and play with. His thighs, his biceps and best of all was his engorged manhood. They all seemed to be begging me to shock them.

He was a gem of a masochist because the worse I treated him the more aroused he became. Tonight, he became so erect with excitement that one would have thought that he was a Peruvian fertility statue. His throbbing p***s pointed towards his belly leaving a small puddle of pre-c*m pooling on his stomach. As his member throbbed in cadence with his heart beat it seemed to beckon me to torment it.

I bit my lip as I extended the prod making a stabbing motion towards the head of his p***s. The electrodes made contact and his body lurched in an attempt to escape the attack. His scream was muffled by my thighs. I momentarily released his head and told him to breathe.

He took a few deep breaths, thanked me and I locked my thighs around his head and continued my assault on his private parts.

Another shock to the head of the p***s caused a squealing sound to come from his mouth. Then I zeroed in on his scrotum. It transformed into what looked like an old grey shriveled peach pit while his testicles receded into his body cavity seeking shelter from the attack.

I stabbed his balls with the prod and his muffled screams became audible. He yelled, “Mistress! Please! Please Mistress!”

I released my thighs from around his head and looked down at him and said, “Shut up you b***h. Your balls are mine. If you want me to stop you know your safe word.”

His breathing was heavy. He panted as he replied, “Yes, Mistress. Thank you for shocking my balls.”

His entire body was trembling. So, I reached down and caressed his chest with my right hand to calm him down. After he had regained his composure, in a hap hazard manner I began to shock parts of his body. A zap to his thigh, then a zap to his scrotum made his body jump and lurch. Both wrists then each knee cap. A shock to his p***s then another to his bicep caused him to make another pig like squeal. Then I relentlessly shocked his scrotum with ten quick stabs that made him say, “Yellow! Yellow! Please Mistress. Yellow!”

I released my grip from his head and stood back. His head dropped down. His body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration and his breathing was deeply labored. I lay the prod across his stomach, knelt down so my face was close to his and said, “You’re a very good slave. I get great pleasure from seeing you suffer like this. I am going to push our limits today. You may have to tap out by using RED before I am through with you tonight.”

He only responded by saying, “Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”

To the casual observer one would think I was abusing this man. Some would say I should be incarcerated for criminal battery. But this man asked me to do this to him. He actually paid me thousands of dollars to torment, torture and tease him. So, the charges against me would not hold up in any court. Besides, on this day I had good reason to torment him. I had just been contacted by the I.R.S. and they were about to audit my books. Guess what? Agent Whitmore just happens to be an I.R.S. agent and I am going to get him to make my audit disappear.

I took the cattle prod from his stomach and walked into the darkness of my dungeon and asked, “Why do you think I am being such a sadistic b***h to you today?”

He was still breathing heavily as he responded, “Mistress. I am not sure. You said you have had a bad day.”

“Correct. Let me ask you, what is your place of employment?”

“Mistress, I work at the I.R.S.”

“Correct. Guess who contacted me today about having my books audited?”

Dropping his head towards the floor he strained his eyes searching for me in the darkness behind him. He exclaimed, “Oh, no! Mistress, no! I am sorry. I had nothing to do with that! Please believe me!”

My boot heels clicking on the cement as I walked towards him. I replied, “Oh, I know my pet. I know. But I am sure you can find a way to make it go away. Don’t you?”

He began to panic as I drew closer. His voice cracking as he began to beg and plead, “Please! Mistress please! I can’t make it disappear! I’ll lose my job. My career will be ruined. Please!”

I commanded, “Shut up you b***h. You’re not getting any mercy from me until you agree to talk to the higher ups at your office and make my audit go away. If you don’t comply guess what you’re going to lose?” I grabbed his balls in my fist and tightly squeezed.

His body glistened with perspiration as he screamed, “Mistress, No. Please don’t take my balls! Please!”

His response made me double over with laughter. After regaining my composure, I began to lecture him with a barrage of words, “Your balls? You’ll wish I took your balls when I am through with you tonight. That’s all you think about isn’t it? Your balls. Your p***s. Your satisfaction. Well, tonight I am going to get some satisfaction from you or you’re going to lose more than your balls. You’ll lose your job, your wife and most importantly, you’ll lose me. You will be banned from my services and if you do anything to compromise, me, my life or my business I will let your wife see all the videos I have of you. Don’t think I will stop there. I am sure all of your government buddies would love to see you begging for your orgasm as I pulverize your manhood.”

I marched myself over and placed myself in front of his legs that were spread wide open. As I had previously instructed him, he raised his head and watched my every move.

I presented the prod and slid it under his scrotum so his testicles were draped over the metal electrodes and pressed the switch. The scream he made was unlike any I had ever heard him make in previous sessions.

He screamed, “Please Mistress! Red!”

With my teeth clenched I replied coldly, “No b***h! I’ve changed my mind. No safe words. No mercy until you agree to make my audit disappear.”

Emphasizing my demands with each shock to his groin through clenched teeth I growled,

I, want, my, audit, to, go, away. Do, I, make, myself, perfectly, clear?”

As my onslaught continued, his body flailed above the ground. His arms and legs strained against the restraints like a bug trapped in a spider web trying to get free. His blood curdling screams echoed off the walls of my dungeon until I finished my attack. After my last stab I stepped back and put my hands on my hips. His body went limp. His chest heaving. He said breathlessly, “Mistress, it will be done. I will make it go away. Please don’t leave me. I need you in my life.”

“How amusing.” I said as I looked down on his limp body.

“Of all the things you’re afraid of losing I am the one thing you can’t live without. Aren’t I?”

In a sincere hush tone, he replied, “Yes, Mistress. I am nothing without you. I would hate to see you go through an audit. I will talk to a few people for you.”

I lowered him to the ground and removed his restraints. He lay motionless on his back on the cold concrete floor for several moments regaining his breath and regained his composure.

After observing him to make sure he had fully recovered I retreated to my Gothic Lord Raffles Throne at the far end of the dungeon and sat down. It’s a beautiful piece featuring deep, large-scale solid mahogany hand-carvings of royal court symbols and massive growling lion heads on the armrests. The seatbacks are deeply cushioned and covered in an aristocratic gold, burgundy, and navy velvet. I crossed my legs and snapped my fingers while commanding, “Crawl to me!”

Without hesitation he rolled over onto his stomach and raised himself up on all fours and began to crawl.

Once he was at my feet I said, “Act freely my pet.”

He then got onto his knees and bowed his head and asked if he was permitted to touch me. I agreed that he could.

With his legs tucked beneath him on the floor he reached out and gently hugged my lower legs and lay his head on my lap. I untied and removed his hood. With his head nestled on my leather clad legs we sat in silence as I caressed his head and the top of his shoulders.

In a soothing tone I said, “I am very proud of you today. You did very well. I know you do not want to disappoint me and I am sure you will not.”

“It will be done Mistress. I will not disappoint you.”

After a few more moments I permitted him and to get dressed. Once he was fully clothed I walked him to the exit where he knelt in front of me, kissed the toe of each boot and then I dismissed him. We hugged and he left.

Two weeks later I got an unapologetic letter from the I.R.S. stating that their letter regarding an audit was in error and they were rescinding their audit.