Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Sixteen-3

Of course the utter impossibility of this is my Mistress’ bliss, and my own interminable torment. And yet the true test of my sanity hasn’t even started. Finally, after fellating me for an unguessable eternity, Mistress Melissa has had her temporary fill of penile play. At long last it’s finally time for the traditional consummation. Smoldering steamily at me, Mistress knee-walks up my tightly bound body and crouches over my crotch. Reaching down, she grips my still achingly hard shaft and begins to rub my most sensitive, nerve-packed tip back and forth against her sweetly seeping lips.

“Well, slave. The moment you’ve lusted after for over a dozen years is finally here. What do you have to say?”

“I say that I thank you from the bottom of my hopelessly enslaved heart, my gorgeous, glorious Goddess. And I say that my body and soul will faithfully serve yours from now until the end of time in exchange for the wonderful way in which you’ve granted me your favor. And finally I say that I love you more than heaven and earth combined and even my own pointless little life!”

Mistress Melissa smiles zealously down at that.

“I love you too, Jon Landers. And I accept your eternal service. From now until forever you are mine: my husband, my lover, my slave; my own personal property, to have and to hold, to own and control, and to be used or abused as I see fit. And right now I see fit to f**k your meek, submissive little brains out!” And with that she deftly slips me between her heavenly lips and sinks exquisitely down onto me.

Our simultaneous moans are packed with so much emotion they could make a saga in themselves. Mine is all about joy, bliss, heart-rending surrender, and the long-awaited fulfillment of a desperately-held heartfelt longing. Hers speaks of possession, victory, and the claiming of something eminently useful to her. But there is also a note of satisfaction, and the filling of a long-neglected niche at the unexpected depth of that initial penetration. For at least thirty seconds then she just squirms atop me, rocking back and forth and side to side and reveling in the unprecedented length and girth of the organ she now unconditionally owns. But at last her flaming passions drive her to put it to use.

She leans forward, bracing her arms on either side of me. Her breasts dangle above my face and her hair hangs off to one side in a shimmering sheaf. Her half-lidded eyes meet mine, brimming with love, lust, and the imminence of an incredible experience. Then, slowly at first, her hips start pumping, sliding me in and out of her heavenly fount with a silken friction that is beyond exquisite.

Again we moan together, telling each other of our needs and beliefs more eloquently than any words ever could. And gradually Mistress Melissa picks up the pace. Soon she’s stropping my c**k with the sheath of her crotch at a speed that sharpens our lust non-stop. Our moans climb in tone until we’re keening with an overriding need. Then suddenly Mistress slaps me, for no reason other than to demonstrate her mastery. This turns us on even more, and she does it again, and again, hauling off and smacking my cheek until my eyes stream tears and I piteously bleat with the flaming pain. Then she leans back, casting that glorious banner of hair behind her and bouncing up and down on my erection like a kid on a pogo stick. Screams that I immediately recognize scale up and out of her throat as her second orgasm of the evening rips violently through her. Yet this apotheosis only seems to fuel her sadistic need. Once again she drops forward, looming over me and pumping her hips at a manic pace. Her eyes squeeze shut, her breasts bounce wildly above me, sweat drips constantly down and her wonderful cunt grips and slips on my long-celibate d**k until it burns inside and out with an inconceivable need for release.

Soon the amount of sensory stimulation overwhelms my short-circuited spinal column. Galvanized by powerful, reflexive muscle spasms, my normally immobile back suddenly bridges, lifting me into the air. My bound legs try to kick and thrash, but only succeed in causing my hips to buck violently up and down. Mistress Melissa shrieks with outraged glee, riding my paroxysms like a rebelling bronco that desperately needs to be broken. Reveling in this perceived insurrection, she makes the most of my wild bucking and thrusting by f*****g back against me harder than ever and once again smacking my face with all her strength.

Of course, this incredibly erotic assault only intensifies my spasms, and our carnal conflict climbs in a crescendo that threatens to drive me mad with the need for any kind of release. Yet once again there is nothing I can do but endure. Fifteen years worth of unspent seed boil furiously within my balls, helpless to escape. Soon the unassuagable frustration actually has me sobbing as I shudder and struggle and jerk uncontrollably beneath her, and seeing this Mistress’ cruelly dominant transport escalates even more. Again and again and again she smacks my blubbering face, picking up her pumping pace even more each time, well and truly f*****g the absolute s**t out of my helplessly spasming body, until at last this unprecedented ecstatic excess propels her to such an extravagant climax that all of her seemingly limitless erotic energy is finally expended.

Panting for breath she collapses atop me, and gradually my jerking and twitching muscles lapse back into their habitual flaccidity. My pounding heart and boiling groin are slower to subside, and for several long minutes we are silent but for my slowly abating gasping and weeping. Unwilling to sully such a divine experience with base language, we can only lie there and marvel at the incredible power of it. But then Melissa begins to tenderly kiss my tear-streaked face. My poor left cheek flames with the imprint of her good right hand, and is already beginning to redden and swell. She soothes it with many gentle kisses, and then places much more ardent ones upon my still-quivering lips. Stroking my hair, she breathes her praise straight into my face.

“Oh my sweet new slave, that was absolutely fantastic! You gave me more orgasms than Rupert managed in our entire marriage. If I’d known you were capable of that kind of thing, I would have left him years ago! Can you do that every time?”

“I don’t know, Mistress. I assume so. It’s a spinal response to excessive stimulation. Since my body isn’t capable of the small, controlled spasms that cause ejaculation, it’s forced into that kind of massive muscular seizure in its place. I suppose that every time you make such surpassingly violent love to me, I’ll be driven into that same kind of uncontrollable response.”

“Awesome!” she cries. More kisses rain down upon me, on my cheeks, my forehead, the tip of my nose, even my eyelids.

“So was that good for you too then, my wonderfully perfect new lifelong lover?”

“It was agony and ecstasy all at once, Mistress Melissa. It was divine exaltation and hellish excruciation; surpassing pleasure and maniacal frustration. I’d have come a thousand times if only it was within my power. Instead it was a both blessed treasure and a terrible torment, heaven and hell in equal amounts.”

“Oh, that’s so wonderful,” Mistress sighs. “That’s exactly what I wanted out of our joining: pain and pleasure in equal measure for you; unlimited orgasmic enjoyment for me. We are just going to have the best damn s*x life ever!”

And with one more kiss she subsides, laying her velvet cheek against mine.

Gradually I feel her whole body relax atop me, and for a time I fear that she’s going to sleep. But Mistress Melissa knows better than that. Five minutes later, when my finally flaccid p***s shrinks enough to slip out of her, she sighs at once and climbs off of both me and the bed. Minutes later she returns with a warm wet washcloth and a new catheter. Lovingly she cleans me, and then reapplies the plumbing so that I won’t soil the sheets. Then, leaving me bound tightly out, she cuddles up next to me and draws a comforter up over us both. She kisses me once more, softly on the lips.

“Thank you my darling. Tonight was ever so wonderful. And remember: tomorrow we begin fulfilling all of your long-neglected needs. And I begin exercising all of my true cruelties!”

She giggles portentously into my ear, and then playfully nips it. Then she snuggles up even closer, casting a leg and an arm across me and pillowing her head in the hollow of my shoulder. Draped over me this way she quickly drifts off into an exhausted, contented slumber. Despite my own exhaustion, I lie awake far longer, caught between stupefied gratification and a growing, uneasy consternation. Above me, set into the ceiling, is a power winch, along with several pulleys, cranks, reels of rope and various other arcane apparatus.

What, exactly, have I gotten myself into up here?

***

Finally Mistress Melissa awakes. The clock on the wall reads ten oh-five a.m. Yet I’ve been awake since well before eight. Since that time I’ve been lying here, just as I did between two and four last night, ruminating upon my new situation and trying to decide if it’s the culmination of my wildest dreams or instead an inescapable nightmare that I’ve stupidly committed myself to. Perhaps it is both of these, or either one, depending upon the moment in question...

But now at last my beloved stirs, disentangles her arms, legs, and hair from me and blinks at the bright light coming through the sliding glass door that makes up most of the entire wall closest to the bed.

This enormous window has afforded me a calming view of first the stars and trees and then the sea, but now I have eyes only for my glorious Goddess. She yawns, stretches, looks at me and then giggles uncontrollably.

“Yes, Mistress Melissa?” I painfully lisp, and she giggles again, hiding her face in her hands as her mirth has its way with her. I patiently wait until she can address me directly.

“Your face!” she finally manages. “Look at it! Holy s**t, I really smacked the crap out of you!”

“I can’t look at it, Mistress, but I can feel it,” I say, my words slurred by the grotesque swelling of my entire left cheek, as well as that side of my mouth. Melissa giggles ruefully again, and then leans close to me and places the gentlest kiss upon my horribly puffed-up, black and blue face.

“My poor baby! But you know it really gave me so much pleasure, smacking you like that. It really, really turned me on, especially when you were bucking and thrashing beneath me like an electrocuted i***t. And that’s all that matters, right? My s****l pleasure and nothing else ever! Anyway, you’ll heal up eventually. I’ll just have to use my left hand when I slap you silly tonight!”

Another giggle here, as Mistress sits up and casts off the comforter. But then she grimaces, working her shoulder around.

“And how!” she suddenly exclaims.

“My arm is so stiff and sore! I guess I don’t know my own strength, at least when in the heat of passion. In fact, my whole body is sore! I haven’t used it like that in a long, long time. You should be flattered and proud, my submissive little slave, and treasure the damage to your face. It is irrefutable evidence of how much using your helpless, crippled body arouses me.”

“I treasure it like gold, Mistress Melissa, I swear to you,” I somehow manage.

“Good!” she declares in response. “Now, if I’m going to start instilling your slave training proper today, I need some serious time in the Jacuzzi.”