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(Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty pounds, has barely thirty four B little titties, hard erect nipples, shaved pussy, long clit and a tight firm ass)
William knocked, reservedly, at Mistress Calista's Tower entry door and waited nervously for someone to answer. A voice from a speaker mounted over the door responds with an order to remove all his clothes outside and get on his hands and knees totally naked. Sheepishly, William disrobed and neatly folded his clothes into a neat stack. A groundskeeper drove by on a tractor mower, paused to watch and laughed at him. William was mortified and tried to hide his genitals, but that only caused the man to laugh all the more. The door creaked open and Mistress Calista stood haughtily in her black and red silk cloak looking down at William, on his hands and knees. "Welcome to my Dungeon, slave, William," Calista told him, "you may enter, slut." William quietly crawled to the center of the room and raised himself to his knees.
William whispered, "Thank You for permitting this worthless one into Your Dungeon, M'Lady." William parted his knees as he reached behind himself to clasp his hands together. The tip of his flaccid cock and his balls barely grazed the floor. Mistress Calista walked around him, examined his body carefully, noting his huge uncircumcised cock and large balls. His genitals were covered with hair and Calista made a mental note to fix that. William kept his head held high, with a bit of pride, but with his eyes were cast downward to the floor locked on a single spot. Mistress Calista stopped behind him, placed a leather collar around his neck and buckled it securely. William trembled slightly then froze in his submissive position. "Place your hands higher behind your back, slut" Mistress Calista said. William moved his hands further up his back as far as they would go. She placed restraints on his wrists, locked them together and fastened a short chain from the back of his collar to his wrists, lifting them securely. William tried to quiet his pounding heart, beating harder and faster, uncertain of what Mistress wished to do with him.
Calista moved in front of him to stand about three feet away. She dropped her cloak and revealed her nakedness. "You may crawl to me and smell the fragrance of my cunt," Calista said. William, unable to help himself, let his eyes trail up her body. Quickly he caught himself and returned his gaze to the floor. William moaned as he stumbled to the floor and tried to crawl on his knees to his Mistress. "Crawl to me and inhale my scent," Calista said to him. William felt his face hit the cold floor when he stumbled. His lust and anticipation of inhaling Mistress Calista' scent made him forget that his arms were bound. "Work your nose between my wet cuntlips, you slut whore," Calista chided him. William slid his knees underneath him and struggled to return to his knees. He crawled to her and nestled his nose between her cuntlips.
"You may lick the outsides of my cuntlips, but do not touch my clit," Mistress Calista commanded. William purred softly, his nose bypassed her erect clit and went into her moist pussy until he could barely breathe. William pulled his head back slightly and started licking at her cuntlips with the tip of his tongue, caressing them. "Mmm, that's a good little slut," she moaned with delight. William softly uttered muffled groans and placed his tongue flat against her puffy outer pussylips. Mistress Calista stepped back to look down at her slave. "Place your forehead on the floor between my legs and raise your ass high," she ordered him.
William crouched on his knees, lowered his head and touched his forehead on the floor. He moved his head forward until it was between her legs and he lifted his ass up high. Calista selected a long thin braided leather buggy whip, leaned over him and drew it up and down his asscrack. William let out a soft gasp and clenched his eyes shut. Calista raised the whip high and without warning delivered a savage blow to his left asscheek, raising a deep purple welt. William screamed, unable to control himself, his eyes instantly filling with tears. Another cut of the whip fell his right asscheek. William whispered in a shrill voice between screams, "Thank You, Mistress." In quick succession, spurred on by the lovely sound of his screams she placed five more brutal welts on each asscheek. William tried to steady himself on his knees, weeping with tears streaming down his cheeks, "Oh God, Mistress," he whimpered from the blows. Calista aimed carefully and savagely slashed the whip into his asscrack, striking his asshole brutally. William screamed in pain, trembled and shifted about on his knees, betrayed by the arousal of his erection. He shuddered from the violent blows, having great difficulty keeping his balance. William tried to lean his head against Calista's leg for support, but she thwarted his feeble attempts. She kneeled to fondle his cock and balls with one hand while she placed shackles on his ankles. Between gasps for air, William whispered, "Thank you…this cunt is yours, Mistress."
Mistress Calista smiled wickedly, "Yes, it is, and don't ever forget it, cunt!" she told him, attached a spreader bar between his ankles and shackled them securely. William moaned, his body lost between ecstasy and pain, his mind reeled as though in a drunken state. William felt his ass and asshole burn with pain. Mistress Calista fastened the spreader bar to an overhead chain and activated the chains motor, pulling him upside down, with his head just inches from the floor. William moaned, as his body slapped against the floor before he was lifted off the floor. Mistress Calista pushed another button and the chain moved, slowly carrying William up the stone stairway to the Tower Dungeon. Calista followed behind him striking his asscheeks and thighs with the buggy whip, smiling at his cries. Sobbing, William reached the top of the stairs with his Mistress behind him. She moved him inside the Dungeon and stopped the moving chain over a platform in the center of the dimly lit Dungeon. Mistress Calista turned on a bright spotlight the illuminated William and the platform under him.
Calista inspected his inverted ass and the vertical welts upon it as William tried to remain still. "I think we need some horizontal welts to offset the vertical pattern, don't you think so, slut?" Mistress Calista asked him. William moaned and reluctantly nodded his agreement. Without waiting, she struck both asscheeks with the whip, raising horizontal welts. She struck his ass four more times in rhythm with his horrid screams, raising more lovely deep purple welts to form a check pattern. William screamed, his body shaking violently caused him to start spinning as he hung inverted with his hands bound behind him. Calista raised him higher so his face was opposite her wet cunt. William sniffed the air, inhaling her cunt fragrance deeply. He started to drool at the possibility of licking her wet cunt.
She shoved his head between her thighs and forced his face into her sopping wet cunt. "Suck it, you slut whore," she commanded him. William lifted his face into her pussy and began to tongue her cuntlips and probed inside to gather her nectar. As he licked her cunt, Calista selected a leather paddle whip, two inches wide, with a ten inches long dildo butt plug for a handle. Unable to see his Mistress and her whip, William continued to wiggle his tongue into her pussy, sopping up her juices. "Ahhhh, I like that, slut," Calista said. She gripped the dildo's handle and began to lightly spank his balls with the paddle whip. Enjoying the light spanking of his balls, William purred between breaths, nursed at her pussy and set him at ease. His balls turned to a crimson shade as his cock became rock hard, pointing at Calista's face. She began to strike his balls harder as William worshiped her cunt. William flinched with every blow, his cock oozed streams of pre-cum that dripped onto his neck and face. Mistress Calista levied several hard blows to his balls and William howled in pain.
"Oh how I love the sound of leather slapping your balls. I like that sound almost as much as I like the sound of your screams and wails when I slap them," Calista mocked him as he twisted painfully on his chain. William's screams prevented him from lapping his Mistress's cunt and his head pulled out from between her thighs. Calista watched his pre-cum gather at his cockhole in large thick clear drops that rolled off his cock to fall onto his lips. "Lick your pre-cum, bitch," she ordered him. William opened his mouth, licked his lips and caught as much pre-cum as he could. Mistress Calista returned her attention to his balls. She wrapped a rawhide cord very tightly around the base of his balls. William moaned as he felt the rawhide being tied to his balls. He continued to lap up his dripping pre-cum, and wished he could rise up to lick and suck his own cock, to please his Mistress. Calista fastened the other end of the rawhide cord to the spreader bar. The cord pulled and stretched his balls, securing them to the spreader bar. William gritted his teeth as he felt the leather cut into his scrotum.