Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Nine-3

“I believe we’re agreed that when it comes to your husband, it’s imperative that you always be on top from now on. He is nothing but a slave for the rest of his life. But how would you feel about submitting to me as well? I will f**k you like he never can at my every whim, and also fulfill all your most craven desires for lesbian dominance. In the meantime you will enjoy a lifetime of power and control over your pathetic loser of a sick male slave. That would be best of both worlds, wouldn’t you say little girl?”

“Absolutely!” I gasp, without even thinking about it. “I will be your f**k-slut forever, Mistress! And in return you can teach me how to be a proper owner of my own contemptible little husband.”

“Exactly,” she again growls quietly. “So, let’s get your pretty young boy-toy on to the bed. We will bind and torment and dominate and humiliate and above all butt-f**k him for the rest of the night together.”

“Oh, I can’t wait, my glorious Mistress!” I cry, loud enough for slave to hear this at least. In response my new lover-owner-mentor rises up and at last unties me.

This is an inexpressible relief. And when she begins using her big strong hands to rub the life back into my arms, neck and shoulders, I find that in the hour or so I’ve known her I’ve truly fallen in love with her.

By contrast what I feel for my husband Jon has now dwindled to a contemptuous affection. That and a burning need to prove my own superiority by seeing him constantly humbled and tormented. After all, as Mistress said, bringing her in was his idea. Let him suffer the consequences!

More wildly excited than ever by that thought, I climb naked from the bed at last, and lead my beloved Mistress over to where my new lifelong slave sits timidly awaiting my worst.

“Okay, slave,” I snarl, further excited and delighted by the consternation my angry tone touches off in his expression. “The floor show is over. I am your undisputed owner now, and I say it’s high time you took the center stage yourself! From now on this night is all about you!”

With Mistress supervising I rip the vacuum hose from his tortured balls, bringing an agonized squeal from him before I switch off the machine and kick it aside. Leaving the cups sucking at his t**s, and the clothespins decorating his d**k (which is still erect despite everything I’m amused to see), I untie his legs and arms from the chair. Leaving these last still bound behind him – how bad must be the strain after all this time! – I take a wide studded dog collar Mistress hands me and lock it snugly about this throat. I clip this to a short leash, drag him stumbling over to the bed, and together we heave him facedown upon it.

“Release his arms now,” Mistress recommends. “I can tell you like seeing him that way. But I’ll show you a new and even better way to tie him up that’s more appropriate for what he’s got coming.”

Mourning the loss of that particular torment and yet excited to see what will succeed, and hopefully supersede it, I do as instructed. At last the only bonds upon slave are the harness enclosing his head and the huge ball stuffing his jaws. Yet he makes no attempt whatsoever to resist or escape us as Mistress places both pillows lengthwise next to him and rolls him over onto his back atop them. Meanwhile I retrieve the ropes just lately used so effectively to bind me. Then Mistress demonstrates the ingenuity and effectiveness of her next bondage technique.

First she spreads his legs out wide, and lifts them up until he’s folded over at the waist. Then as I hold them thus she lashes each of his knees to its corresponding elbow. After that she ties each wrist to its shin, binding his forearms and lower legs tightly together. The last few feet of these ropes are then stretched out wide to either side, pulled down under the bed and secured tightly to the frame. This leaves my slave stretched wholly out open, with his bound-together arms and legs painfully contorted and tied so tightly to the mattress that they are actually below the level of his pillow- supported torso. Not only is his ass now wide open to attack, and elevated quite enough for convenience, but his entire chest, belly, groin and buttocks, plus the insides of his thighs and upper arms are helplessly unprotected. The only non-dorsal flesh not accessible to us is that which is already being most satisfactorily tormented: his n*****s and still stupidly straining erection.

And so finally, truly, gets underway the greatest night of my life. For hours my wonderful Mistress teaches me some of the most excellent (though surely elementary, this being my first time and all) ways to punish a puling male slave.

We start by shaving off all his body hair, and extorting his nodding promise to keep himself that way. We dribble hot wax all over him, delighting in his choked wails and pathetic struggles. We pinch and twist and beat his bare balls until he’s utterly incoherent. Together we paddle and strap his ass until it’s a beautiful black and blue. Then we use floggers – not the tame straps as before but knotted, tightly braided cords – to score his entire accessible body with welts. Finally I’m taught how to properly use a thin, single-tail whip to truly carve him up right.

After this, slave has been damaged too much to risk any more conventional punishment. We don’t want to put him in the hospital after all. So Mistress again declares the foreplay over. She opens wide her heavy bag – promising to sell me any and every device I like – and helps me to sort through and try on a wide variety of plastic and rubber p*****s.

Finally I settle on a pair of skin-tight latex shorts with an opening down below and an integral ten-inch dildo perfectly molded to look and feel exactly like the real thing. Gleefully I stroke, fondle, slap and bounce about my new c**k. God I can’t wait to use it! Naturally then we have to discuss who should be the first to break in the new slut.

“Ideally we should do him together,” Mistress instructs, “With one of us f*****g his ass and the other his mouth; then switching back and forth until we’re too exhausted to continue. But he’s just so cute with that giant ball stuffing his face that I can’t bear to pull it out. Besides, turning him into a cocksucker is a ‘seminal’ event. It should be yours to enact and enjoy all alone on some subsequent occasion.”

“Okay, so who gets his cherry?” I ask, thrilled beyond belief at the thought of taking sole control and f*****g slave’s face all by myself some night very soon. “I really want to do it myself; he’s my slave after all. But you’re so much better at this. You’re an expert, and I’ve never even done it before. What do you decree, Mistress?”

She ponders a moment, frowning down at the bound, beaten, gagged and weeping slave waiting tremulously upon our decision. Then at last she smiles wickedly, and speaks with consummate authority.

“You take him first, girl. It’s only right. After all, there’s nothing like on-the-job training. I’ll stay back, and offer helpful hints when I think you need them. Then once I see you’ve got things well in hand – well in ass I mean – I’ll step up and help you along.”

Madly excited at getting to be the first one to f**k my husband-slut, I still find this last remark perplexing.

“Huh?”

“Never mind, girl. You’ll soon see, you succulent young Mistress you. Meanwhile your helpless little slut-boy awaits, with his impossibly tight pucker just begging to be deflowered. Kneel over there, lube yourself up and show him what the rest of his life is truly going to en-‘tail’!”

“Yes, Mistress!” I zealously declare, all my doubts banished. Taking the jar of petroleum jelly she hands me I move eagerly into place. So trembling with excitement I almost drop it, I coat my new c**k up well. Then, feeling more practicality than pity, I smear some around and into my slut-boy’s anus too, giggling madly at his pleading, shaking head and terrified whimpers.

“Come on, Slut-boy,” I chide him, intuitively seizing upon his new name.

“We both long ago admitted to our mutual fascination with strap-on dildos. Did you not ever dream that it might ultimately culminate in this way? That’s too stupid to be believed. Your destiny has always been both in my hands and your ass. And you know what they say. What has been wonderful for the goose will surely prove even better for the gander. So you obey your new Mistress now Slut-boy, and take her c**k like it’s the most glorious thing in the entire universe. I mean, it’s not like you have any choice in the matter, do you? And besides, that’s what it’s going to be for you from now on!”

With that I pry his badly bruised buttocks even further apart and push the head of his new god deep into his exposed little hole. His groan of pain and sob of denial in response are priceless.

“That’s right Slut-boy,” I giggle. “It hurts, I know. But even worse is the embarrassment, right? How will you ever be able to live with yourself after this? And when you finally learn to love and crave it, when you realize you can’t live without being regularly butt-f****d by your dominant Mistress, then your disgusting perversity will be truly proved. Then you will need to be cruelly punished constantly, if only to be able to look yourself in the eye without puking.”

Slut-boy sobs harder than ever as he recognizes the truth of this. Showing him no mercy, indeed reveling in my newfound cruelty, I hammer the point home with my big hard c**k. Brutally I drive it all the way into him, gasping with glee at the wonderful actuality of my actions. Yes it’s true: I am actually f*****g my pathetically crying husband in the ass. Suddenly transported with ecstasy at the sheer power of my position I pull back and stab into him again, and again again again again again! Soon I’m panting with the effort of penetrating his extreme tightness, and yet I couldn’t stop stabbing my way into him for all the world. His every sob and cry, his shaking head, struggling body and even the uncontrollable quivering of his thighs exalts me ever further. A feral grunt with every sadistic thrust, I pound his ass as hard as I can and finally begin laying down the law as I do so.

“You... are... all... mine... Slut...boy! My... personal... property! You... will... obey... me...always! You... will... take... my... cock... and... my... whip... when... ever... and... for... as... long... as... I... see... fit! Under... stand... you... fucking... disgusting... slut?”

Still wailing and struggling and drooling around the gag, Slut-boy nods miserably.

He seems to be truly broken, not a man any more but a mindless plaything incapable of even thinking of resisting my slightest whim. Still I hammer the lesson home, f*****g his ass so hard and furiously fast that his erection flops and slaps around, knocking some of the clothespins flying. Excited even more by this sight, I at last give in to the wild rhythmic pressure on my c**t and climax for the umpteenth time tonight, still f*****g, f*****g, f*****g his ass as I scream and scream and ride that never-ending peak. But at last I’m finally truly out of gas. Still fully embedded in him, I drop atop his body, until we’re wonderfully face to face.

His pretty blue eyes are now swollen and bloodshot, still leaking tears. His chest hitches under me as he struggles to suppress his sobs. Gently I stroke his hair through the straps in the harness. Looking him straight in the eye from inches away, compelling him to face me in utter honesty, I sternly interrogate him.