(Many thanks to Abashed_Dreamer for his superb editing!)
I checked my watch; it was 4:15 PM. Another 15 minutes and the plane would land, and I would be there. âThereâ, was Denver, Colorado, where my new Mistress lived. âNew,â is not quite accurate. She had been my Mistress on the internet for almost two years, but now I was to meet Her. This was the first time I had been to the United States. The only time I had talked to Her was when She called to congratulate me on my graduation from the University of Zagreb, in Croatia. Her voice had been soft and sexy, and had sent chills through me. She was the only Mistress I had ever had.
Wild thoughts rushed through my head. âWhat if She doesnât like me? What if She is disappointed in me? What if She doesnât like my cock? What if I cum too fast? What if I canât take the pain?â As nervous as I was, my prick was still hard at the thought of Her. I imagined what it was going to be like when she tortured me. I thought about her whipping my cock and balls, striking them and making me scream. I had never really been tortured before. I had hurt and punished myself for her online, but that is not the same as being under someoneâs complete control. She is a savage Mistress and told me that my time with her would not be easy. The thought sent shivers through me and made my prick even harder. I was excited and very fearful.
I finally got through customs, but I didnât see Her. Where was She? Had She changed Her mind? Then, there She was, walking toward me. She was even more beautiful in person than in Her pictures. Her long brown hair hung below Her shoulders, and her hips swayed seductively as She walked toward me. I started to get hard again.
She took my hand in Hers and spoke my name softly. âMarko.â
âMistress Katherine.â My voice shook.
âKat, in public, hon; Mistress, only in private.â
âYes, Mistress...Kat...â My face turned red. She must have thought I was an idiot.
Smiling, She took my hand and we left the airport.
âI hope youâre hungry. Weâre going out to eat.â
I was excited. My first American restaurant, and in the company of my beautiful Mistress. Surely I would be the envy of every man there. By the time we arrived at the Trail Dust Steak House, I felt less nervous. Her gentle questions and smiles had put me at ease
My ease did not last long, when after we sat down, some of the people that worked there came up to me, ringing big cow bells, and used a huge pair of scissors, to cut off my tie. Laughing, Kat told me that ties were not allowed. Though embarrassed, I laughed and went with the joke. We each had a huge steak, cooked rare, a salad, and a baked potato with lots of butter and sour cream. I think it was the best steak I have ever had. We left the restaurant, and I became nervous again; I knew what was next.
We went into the house, and my Mistress did not waste any time. She showed me to a bedroom, told me to be unpacked, naked, and kneeling in the living room, by the time She changed her clothes. I just made it to my knees when She walked in. âGod!â I thought, âShe is beautiful!â The way She looked gave me an instant hard-on. She had on a corset, garter belt, thigh high leather boots with very high heels. All were black. She carried a riding crop in her hand. I stared at Her. She was magnificent.
Without warning, She stepped behind me and lashed my back with her crop. . âIs that how you were taught to kneel, slave?
I quickly spread my legs, placed my palms face up on my thighs, raised my head proudly, and lowered my eyes.
âBetter.â She purred her approval.
She put leather restraints around my wrists and took me to Her chamber. I looked around as we went in. The room was large, airy, and a little cool. It looked half like a dungeon, and half like a doctorâs office. I knew She had a medical fetish. Mistress Kat got a paddle and made me lie over Her lap. I was excited, but scared too. This was my first real-life experience with BDSM. My sexy Mistress brought the paddle down on my ass, and I jumped. It stung a lot more than I expected. She paddled my ass, first one cheek, then the other, till it was burning. I thought she was done, then she brought the crop down across my ass hard. She whipped my backside until it was covered with welts. She stopped the cropping and caressed and soothed my ass cheeks, first with her fingertips, then with Her tongue. Her tongue on my welts sent shivers all through my body. I was hard as a rock and precum was dripping from the end of my prick, onto Her lap.
âLook at the mess you made on me, Marko. Arenât you ashamed of yourself?â
âYes, I amâ
She smacked me hard with the crop again, and I let out a yelp.
âYes, I am, what?â
âHuh?â I didnât understand.
She smacked me hard again. âYes, I am, Mistress or Maâam.â
âOh, okay.â *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
âYou have a lot to learn, slave boy.â
âYes, Maâam.â
She nodded in approval.
âUp on the GYN table.â
I looked at Her blankly. I didnât understand what She meant.
She pointed to the doctorâs examining table. I quickly got on it. She made me scoot down until my ass was at the very end, and had me put my feet in some foot rests. She called them stirrups. She strapped my arms to the sides of the table, and my thighs and ankles to the leg rests. I was scared, but thought I better not say anything.
Mistress Katherine pulled up a tray and put on some gloves. A filled bag hung from a pole at the side of the table, and from the bottom of it, came a tube. She took the tube and started putting the end of it up my ass. I realized I was going to get an enema. I had never had one. I didnât know if I was going to like it or not. I found out very quickly I didnât like it at all! She opened a valve at the bottom of the bag and started to fill me; it was hot. She said it was soapy water. My abdomen started cramping. The more She put into me, the worse it was. God, it hurt!
âMistress, I need to go to the bathroom.â She didnât say anything. She just kept pumping stuff into me. There was a strange burning on my insides. The cramps got worse. I was moaning with the pain.
âGod, Mistress! Please!â
âHold it, slave,â was all She said. It felt like my insides were going to burst. Finally she stopped. I lay there cramping and moaning. I wanted to curl into a ball and hold my swollen stomach, but the straps prevented me from doing that. She released an arm and told me to masturbate myself, but not to cum. Finally She let me up to got to the bathroom. I walked there, carefully, clutching my painful abdomen, knowing if a drop leaked out I would be tortured more. When I was done, She made me get back on the table, and strapped me down completely again. I couldnât believe it when She started filling me once more. I looked at Her, my eyes questioning.
âDo you like my laundry soap?â She asked.
This time the cramping was not so bad, but the burning was worse. She pumped me full again, watching my abdomen swell, but did not make me lie there as long. She didnât need to; the soapy water in my empty bowel worked more quickly. After She let me go to the bathroom, I felt a little weak and dizzy. I hoped She wasnât going to do it a third time. She didnât, but what came next wasnât any better.
She put on another pair of gloves and opened a kit. Mistress scrubbed the end of my prick. She took out a tube and grabbed my dick again, pulled it out, then let go.
âHmmmm. You have a small hole, Marko. I will need to get a different tube.â
She quickly returned and scrubbed the end of my member again. She rammed a tube up into my hole. It hurt, but was bearable. She pushed it in, farther and farther. Suddenly I was peeing. She caught all my piss in a pan, then pulled out the tube. That was not too bad, I decided. Mistress Katherine told me that was called catheterization and the next procedure would be more effective not that my bladder was empty. Then She got a pole with a smaller bag hanging from it. She called it an IV pole. The bag had â5% Saline Solutionâ written on it. Again, She scrubbed the end of my cock, and jammed another tube into it. All the way to my bladder again. I hadnât realized that the solution was almost freezing cold, until it instantly hurt, running into me. She slowly filled my bladder. It started to spasming with painful contractions, as if someone was trying to wring it, squeezing and twisting, while it filled. She put the whole bag into me, then clamped it off. I lay there, hurting, needing to pee, bladder spasming, yet feeling somewhat numb too. She took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it. I was filled with pain and pleasure. She released the clamp and drained all the solution from me. It was such a relief, yet I still spasmed for a little while.
Throughout both these procedures my prick was hard as a rock. Every time She would touch it, shivers ran through my body. Every once in a while She would lick Her lovely lips and my mind filled with images of Her mouth on my cock. I wanted to beg Her to suck me. I wanted to fill Her mouth and throat with my cum.
Mistress left Her gloves on and probed my asshole with one finger. It felt good, but it hurt too. I had never had anything put in there until the enema. Her finger was in me as far as it would go, rubbing and feeling all around. Then She found a very sensitive spot, and my hips jerked and I moaned. I knew She was rubbing my prostate. She began to fuck my ass with her finger, massaging my gland with each stroke. I moaned as Her finger moved faster.