Author's Note:
I've been asked several questions and figured I'd answer them here:
First, Yes, I am real
Second, Yes, Dildo Whore and Servant are real as well
All these stories are written by Dildo Whore and are based on real occurrences. No, they aren't 100% real.
He submits them to me as an offering, and if I find them exciting I publish them and he gets to fuck me.
Now, on to the latest offering....
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I arrived home to our condo tired and worn out. Traffic was tough tonight and it took me a while to make it home. I unlocked the front door and stepped inside. "Hi sweetie, I'm home," I called out. Hearing nothing, I moved inside, setting my stuff down by the door. The lighting was low and I heard the TV playing. I rounded the kitchen and saw my lovely lady, Wendy, sitting in the big high back chair. She was a vision of lovliness, her hair pulled back in a long pony tail. She had on her sexy black corset, black panties, and black hose with her tallest high heels. I knew I was in trouble as she turned her dark eyes in my direction, and I saw her tapping her riding crop across her palm.
"Jeremy, you are late. You told me you were going to be home by 6, and it's 6:12. I am not pleased. You kept your mistress waiting."
I tried my best to look apologetic and stammered, "Yes, mistress, I am sorry. The traffic was bad and ..."
"I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses, sub," Wendy barked at me in her demanding Domme voice. I realized that despite my tiredness, her Dark Goddess had risen she was in the mood to play. "Go outside, and return with the luggage trolley, and you better not keep me waiting... again."
I went back to the front door of our condo and went outside. Lucky for me, the luggage cart was close. It was hard plastic, about 4' off the ground and made of two flat shelves about 4' by 2'. It was on wheels made to allow guests to bring in the luggage. It looked a lot like a waiter's food cart. I retrieved it not knowing what my Mistress had in mind, but knew better than to question her.
Pushing it inside wheel rumbling, I hastened to the living room. Wendy was still sitting and tapping her crop menacingly. She raised her eyes to mine, "Strip, now."
I started taking off my clothes. My shirt and tie were removed first. These I folded and set on the table, and bent to take off my shoes. Wendy smacked her crop loudly against my ass, "Faster, Dildo Whore. I've waited way too long for you already today. This has not made me happy. I'll take it out on your ass if you don't hurry."
I quickly took off my shoes, socks, pants. These were all put away in a neat pile. My underwear quickly followed. I have learned my Domme does not like me to make messes, and will punish me severely if I do. After putting all my clothes in a neat pile, I stood straight backed before her not making a sound. She stood and slid up to me. Her presence was intense and my pulse quickened as she eyed me critically. Tapping me lightly on the chest with her crop she said in a low voice, "Now, get up on the trolley, on your back, hands raised over your head."
I tried to keep my dignity with little success, and positioned myself like she ordered. My ass was right up against the bottom edge, with my head hanging off the top, my arms and legs both hanging down. Wendy came over to me, leaned over and said, "Hold this for me, open up." I opened my mouth and she put her crop in it. I bit down holding it in place. Wendy took up some ties and secured my angles to the bottom of the cart. She then moved to my head and fastened my wrists together. Pulling my arms, she bent my hands back behind my head and tied them off as well. I pulled at my bonds, but knew she was too practiced at this. There was no getting free.
She leaned against my chest, putting her elbow into me while resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Grinning at me she said, "For your knowledge, I got a new toy in the mail today. I was very anxious to try it out, but you weren't home. I only had one recourse, and that was to call Servant. Aren't you curious to know what it is... no, don't get up, I'll take you to see."
She then moved to the bottom of the cart and pushed me across the room. I felt helpless being wheeled to wherever she desired. Wendy often likes to humiliate me publically, and I hoped she wasn't going to push me outside. I was also anxious to what she had gotten in the mail. I didn't have long to wait as she turned into our bedroom and I saw my friend Mark tied spread eagled across the bed. He had a ballgag tied tightly in his mouth. "aha," I thought, "so that's why I never heard him when I first got home."
I noticed that there was a box at the foot of the bed, and wires trailed from it to his cock. Two bands were across his manhood, and it was very erect, and throbbing. I looked up at my mistress shocked. She grinned at me, saying, "That is my new TENS unit I see you've noticed. You boys have the most annoying habit of going soft on me when I leave you alone for too long. This solves this problem nicely as I can vary both the frequency and the current. I can either keep the setting low to keep you hard and ready for your mistress, or punish your cocks painfully. As you can see, Servant here has been kept in the ready position now for almost 2 hours without me having to do a thing."
I turned my head to the side to look again at my prostrate friend. I noticed that he was straining against his restraints, hands clenched around the rope tied to his wrists. His body was covered in sweat and his cock was fully engorged. Ridges were popping out across his shaft, and it was a bright purple. Then his dick spasmed and he writhed some more, a soft moan escaping from behind the ball gag that kept his mouth in a perpetual grimace.
"Lucky for me that I bought two sets of attachments," my mistress remarked as she brought up two bands with wires hanging from them. She undid the velcro and wrapped them around my cock before fastening them firmly in place. One was around the tip of my shaft, the other right at the base below my swollen balls. My cock was now firmly bound up just like Mark's. Wendy adjusted the dials on the TENS and then plugged my leads into it. I was nervous and dreaded the unknown of what was to come. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.
ZZZzzzt
My eyes shot open as the first jolt hit my shaft. It felt less like a shock than a firm buzzing. "Oh, I see you like that," my mistress chuckled evilly. "Your tiny little cock is getting bigger."
ZZZzzzt
Another shock hit my cock, I lurched against my ties trying to pull my legs in. Wendy leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Oh, and if you are a bad boy I can do this to you."
She cranked the dial up higher.
ZZZZZZZTTTT ZZZZZZZTTTT
"AUGH!" I cried out as it felt like my cock was stung by a swarm of hornets. I heard Mark cry out against his ball gag next to me as he was subjected to the full force of our Domme's cruel treatment too. We thrashed against our restraints trying to stop the agony in our dicks, but there was no relief.
Wendy laughed, "Oh damn that is so hot. You are both writhing in unison. But I'll be nice. Let that be a warning of what I can do to you if you displease me. I can turn it up and just leave you guys here languishing in agony while I go take a swim."
