Lady S Ff M English Version

Meeting Lady S. (Part 1)

You had me scheduled for 1 p.m. - now I'm standing in front of your doorbell, taking a deep breath and ringing. You open the door, let me in, and lock it behind you. You're dressed rather casually: white blouse, short black skirt, and heels. I follow you into the living room. There you sit down and look at me expectantly:

"Take off everything except your thong... you can throw your clothes on the chair here."

No further words are needed, no preamble; the power imbalance is clear... With a blush of shame beginning to creep into my face, I follow your command.

"Now kneel down, crawl closer - good boy. Listen to me carefully: you're here today for a test. I want to find out if you meet my standards as a sub. I expect unconditional obedience and... how should I call it - "commitment"..." You smile, "because for me, these hours should be pure relaxation and fun... but to get me in the right mood, I'll first let you physically feel who will be in charge from now on. So: assume the doggy position, ass turned towards me and stick it up nice and high, as it should be..."

I hear you putting on a rubber dishwashing glove. "To warm you up, I'm going to give your white ass cheeks a little color, and at the same time, you should learn to endure pain for and through me... don't be too loud, but hearing you moan a little turns me on." You laugh and stroke my ass, then pull the thong up tightly between my ass cheeks. I get goosebumps.

With your fingertips, you stroke my overflowing balls, which immediately swell... "I hope you can take a bit..."

Then the blows follow -- regular and increasing in force. "Remember what I say, it's law... when we're together or at the snap of my fingers, you are only a slave... object... servant... male whore... and if I keep you, I will dispose of you as I see fit... I will train you to lick pussies persistently and to perfection... and later, perhaps even to suck cocks... you will beg to be near me... I will decide if... when... and how you cum - you will submit your submissive soul to ME!"

As you predicted, I can't quite suppress my moans and whimpers, and your clear words during the spanking only make me more submissive. Then you stop and step right in front of my head and take off your heels. My ass is burning, and I feel like a helpless doll. You lift my head by my hair, taking another step forward so that my face rests on your bare feet. I don't dare move... The pause in your words seems to last forever...

"Your behavior was acceptable... thank me for the punishment you received, as you should. I want to feel your lips and tongue on and between my toes." I humbly begin to kiss and lick. "Judging by the bulge, you've enjoyed it so far. Let's see how long this lasts... with a whipping, this won't be the case, believe me!" You grin, looking down at me mockingly.

"Nice and slow with your dog's tongue, it mustn't tickle, otherwise you'll get another slap on your little ass... better that way... yes... now up to your ankle... good... but no further... you're really greedy, it's nice to see, but that's enough." You move away from me, take off your glove, and fall back onto the couch.

"Take off your thong and come to me on all fours!" Your tone becomes harsher. Afraid, I follow your command as quickly as I can. You take a cigarette, and I light it immediately. "Now kneel upright and put your hands behind your back! Slide a little closer! Exactly... that way you're in the right position - your little cock must always be available, even if it's not allowed to squirt." Laughing, you give my erection another firm slap with your hand and lean back again, pull up your skirt, and spread your legs. No panties, but a swollen, exposed mons pubis reveals itself to my gaze.

"Bend your head down to my divine cunt, smell it, you will honor it and pay it respect, become addicted to its sweet scent - so remember this first encounter with it... good... now slowly run your nose along the slit, yes... take a deep breath... You shall never forget this moment... and you will spend many hours caressing it with your tongue..." You take a sip of wine and stump out the cigarette: "Enough - this will not be your only task: I will use your devotion for many things, you have no idea..." With her wild scent still in my nose, I await what is to come...

Part 2

1 month later...

Lady S. had already called me in for 11 a.m. today -- I have my first work assignment as a "cleaning whore" this afternoon, and she wanted to prepare me for it....

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Flashback

Only after we had met a few times and I was already under her spell did she abruptly reveal to me that she runs a cleaning service for private individuals and small businesses, and under this guise, rents out her slaves and subs of both sexes to willing women and couples -- and certainly not just for cleaning...

She gave me 24 hours to consider submitting myself completely to her and thus being able to be rented out by her for these more specialised assignments, effectively becoming her - well, her - "cleaning whore," like the rest of her slave stable. "It was this or nothing," her words were unmistakable. What else could I do but say yes? She had understood how to read my soul and push the right buttons -- so my "yes" the next day came almost naturally.

My acceptance noticeably changed her behaviour: With increasingly prolonged orgasm deprivation, constant anal stretching, various swallowing services, verbal humiliation, perfidious mind games, and, last but not least, physical punishments, she performed a lascivious and intense act of training that essentially made me her property. I also met more of her subs, both male and female -- including, for example, her gynaecologist and the husband of one of her cousins. But more about that perhaps another time...

In any case, two more weeks awaited me, during which she could, in her own words, "finally monetise" me. Even though I had imagined my summer vacation differently -- there was no going back... Her word was now law, and she had made me crave her presence and any sign of affection -- but also constantly fear her whims. I had fully accepted that, as my pimp, she would rule over me.

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So here I was, kneeling in her living room, naked except for the now obligatory black tights, supported by the wearing of a plug -- the constant sign of her power over me. Waiting, body upright, hands clasped behind my head, and thighs spread wide, I listened to her words: "Ms. M. is expecting you at 1 p.m. -- she's practically a regular customer and always open to new things... when I told her about you, she was delighted and booked the whole afternoon right away." She laughed brightly: "I don't want to know every last detail about what she has planned for you, but four hours is a really long time, and her apartment is rather small. So be prepared for anything, and heaven forbid she ends up complaining to me! Then I'll make you dance with the whip you love so much until you outshine Rumpelstiltskin, okay?" With a shudder, I remembered the whipping punishment after I accidentally ejaculated without her permission while jerking off in front of one of her friends -- I couldn't sit still for almost four days. "Yes, Mistress, the slave has understood." She had taught me to only refer to myself in the third person, since "a slave is a thing and therefore no longer has an ego," as she so beautifully put it.

"How's your little cock? Did you jerk off for half an hour before going to sleep, as usual? And shave this morning?" - "The slave has fulfilled his duties, Mistress. "I have to make sure... that Ms. M. doesn't complain that your asshole is itchy. Get into the fuck position!" I immediately turned onto all fours, face to the ground, legs spread. How many times had I had to offer myself to her like that... and yet I'm still ashamed every time, especially when she then pulls down my pantyhose with relish, grabs my balls with her cool hand, and plays with the plug... This time, too, I felt that tension and the paradox that my cock was getting hard at the same time.

She inspected me like a freshly plucked chicken. "Hmm... I knew it... there are still a few hairs on my balls and my hole - I'd better get the tweezers. You really can't be relied upon, and you know what that means..." she stood up and went to the bathroom. Of course I knew what that would mean: For every hair I forgot, I'd have to wait an extra day without an orgasm. She kept track of it. I felt like a schoolboy with her and now felt guilty for having disappointed her...

She came back and, without comment, plucked out all the remaining hairs, including small stubble, which she had to try on several times. This time she ignored my whining, and I had to pull myself together to stop myself from shaking with tension. "So, that was nine of them - so your little cock will have to wait nine more days for the next orgasm. By the way, Mrs. M. knows that you have to remain chaste - don't let yourself get false hopes, on the contrary..." She giggled, but I didn't understand why.

"And now a little Merfen spray..." My body immediately reacted to her words with preventative twitches, and the burning sensation began! "Mrs. M. likes clean cleaning staff, so open your slave's little ass with both hands so I can disinfect you before plugging... good... now the beauty goes back in... turn around and hold out your little cock..." My glans also got some of the spray, and I had to gasp for air. "Now you can pull the tights back up... the cart is ready, and here's your uniform..." She threw me a few items of clothing, which I put on without a word. Besides the black tights, I was now wearing blue jeans, white sneakers, and a T-shirt with the orange logo of her service. I set off, not without first kissing her hands and feet deeply, as she always did. demanded.

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So here I am today, officially on behalf of "S's Cleaning Service," at Ms. M.'s. I estimate her to be around 55, she has short, graying hair, a very wiry build, and a good head shorter than me. Not my type at all; I certainly wouldn't have noticed her on the street, but I wasn't asked...

She initially greeted me extremely warmly and looked me over -- apparently satisfied. I introduced myself as Beat from S's Cleaning Service, and my nervousness immediately subsided somewhat. Had I found the way there easily, would I like a drink? Yes and no were my answers, and I waited for her to get to the point -- which she did immediately.

"Did S., or rather: your owner... tell you exactly what you're here for?" she looked at me mockingly. "Actually, yes... I'm supposed to clean your apartment and... be of service in all other ways this afternoon." - "Allen? Sure? Do you feel ready for this?" Again, that mocking look that embarrassed me. I lowered my head and stammered, "I hope so, otherwise... otherwise... she'll punish me if they're not satisfied with me." Mrs. M. laughed, "Don't worry... I'll take care of it myself if you don't comply... S. has given me a free pass in this regard, even if it costs extra... like everything else... but I love torturing willing males a little!" She clicked her tongue. "And sometimes females too..."

"But first things first... take off your clothes and show what you have to offer... mmm... you can keep the black tights on... now turn around... ohh... you're wearing a plug too..." she giggled. "S. already knows where to find submissive creatures like you and train them to become willing sluts... you have to give her that... it was no different with the last three... good... turn your full little ass towards me, spread your legs slightly, and try to touch the floor with your fingertips." Without further ado, she grabbed my cock with one hand and squeezed it. "Everything's so soft... don't you like me?" Her tone was sweetly threatening. I remembered Lady S.'s last instructions: "As my cleaning whore, you will always make my clients feel desirable and attractive -- even if objectively very few of them will be..."

"Yes, you are very sexy -- I'm just a little tense, sorry." I had to imagine Lady S. was there, threateningly monitoring and controlling me... that helped, and an erection slowly built up. "That's much better... but maybe you need a little more discipline to get going... your ass is too cold and white for my taste anyway... Come here!" She sat down on a chair and took me over her knees. "Nice, arms back... I can see that you often have to hold on to S.... do you like that? Do you really want to get your ass slapped?" she asked, while she was already pulling down my pantyhose and exposing my ass cheeks. "Yes, with pleasure, Ms. M." What else could I say? She didn't need to be asked twice and gave me 10 quick, unexpectedly hard slaps. I whined and moaned, which didn't impress her, but rather aroused her.

"Horny sluts like you need to be disciplined more often... otherwise they quickly become stubborn and forget what they're there for... to serve their master... and today that's me, understood!" - "Yes, Ms. M, I understand." My bottom is burning, but I'm actually more humble now and feel the urge to obey her... even to please her. "And your little cock salutes more firmly now, too--you're the kind who has to be mistreated to get full attention, aren't you?" - "I don't know, Ms. M." - "But I: kneel down, take your cock out, put your hands behind your head, and look at me." She waited until I was in position and immediately slapped me. And

Another one. Right, left. "You need this... Lick my hand as thanks... suck every finger in, like little cocks... I don't want to feel your teeth." At the same time, she patted my erection with the toe of her shoe and rubbed it over my exposed, shiny glans. "You see... you can't hide it... I was right: only now is your little whore cock getting going... the more you're humiliated, the hornier you get... you should be ashamed of yourself... and I'll have to punish you for that later, too." She laughed maliciously and pushed me backward with her foot.

"But first, work! The bathroom and kitchen are waiting for you... The toilet, in particular, should shine again... come with me!"

Part 3

On all fours, I follow her into the bathroom -- small but nice, all in white.

She stands in front of the toilet bowl: "Take my pants off -- only with your slave mouth, clasp your hands behind your back."

As ordered, I use my mouth and lips to pull her black leggings all the way down and over her, at least freshly pedicured, feet. She's not wearing any panties -- her gray pubic hair is wet, and her vagina is surprisingly large and fleshy for her stature, like all women who regularly pleasure themselves with large-caliber dildos. "I'll empty myself first -- then you can clean the toilet..." she says, sitting with her legs wide apart. "Put your chin on the toilet seat... That way you'll get to know my pussy right away... Take a good look at it... It's already really keen on your doggy tongue!" Her laugh sounds excited, and indeed, I can now see how wet she is from up close.

"A little closer -- do you like my scent?" Another trick question -- she smells a bit fishy. "Yes, Ms. M., I love her scent!" - "Then you can hardly wait... I didn't shower this morning especially for you. But first I have to relieve myself - stay still for your baptism." With both hands, she opens her pussy wide, and I can now see her prominent clitoris. "It's coming! Open your mouth!" Without Lady S.'s training, I would have been horrified, but she had taught me that a slave has to swallow everything from a lady and "offers" me her "nectar," as she calls it, in a variety of ways at every meeting. With her, I'd come to think of it as natural, but with strangers...

Nevertheless, I open my mouth as wide as possible, and the first spurts come, landing on my eyes and nose. Then her stream is directed towards the center and fills my oral cavity, a bitterness spreading. "Mmm... that feels good... I want to see you swallow too - whores like you love the taste... and crave to be pissed on, don't they?" I just nod, as I can barely keep up and am afraid I'll suddenly gag. But that doesn't seem to suit her -- she suppresses her stream and gives me two loud slaps across my wet face: "I always expect a spoken answer -- hasn't S. taught you any manners? I'll probably have to talk to her..." - "No, Ms. M., I'm sorry, please don't say anything to her!"

She seems to really enjoy my fear. "Okay, then I'll turn a blind eye this time... but punishment will have to be there, and so that you don't make it too easy for yourself," she grabs my nose painfully between two fingers, "I'm going to cut off your airway -- what do you think?" - "Yes, Ms. M., thank you for being so merciful to me," I stammer. - "Yes, yes, don't slurp, open your mouth! My bladder is still half full... Keep swallowing... Show me how much you love my piss... Do you want more?" This time I gurgle a reply: "Yes, Ms. M., I'd love to." She laughs: "Go ahead... Now say please!" - "Please, Ms. M., please more." - "You're such a greedy piss slut... So come on, keep drinking, and if you're really, really good, you'll get some more later - you'd like that, wouldn't you?" She really enjoys verbally torturing me. This time I have to cough a little at her answer: "I'd like that very much, Ms. M." The stream dries up, and she lets go of my nose again. "And now, hurry, hurry, lick that pussy clean..."

Part 4

Her open pussy glistens, her pubic hair is beaded with urine, and I first lick the outside clean until she grabs me by the hair and buries my face in her pussy, nose to her clitoris, tongue deep in her slit. "Lick it out nicely, my little dog, you've probably been looking forward to this... clean it up nicely... the clit too - suck on it... and now lick it gently with the tip of your tongue... a little faster... just like that... until I come." The tip of my tongue vibrates, and I hear Mrs. M.'s breathing deeper and deeper. She now works on her nipples through her blouse with both hands at the same time.

"Look at me! I always want to see your eyes."

when you lick me - don't think about other women, in those moments you belong entirely to me..." She moans louder now and suddenly presses her thighs together, a violent twitch running through her entire body. Then she slowly calms down. "You're almost as good with your tongue as the neighbor's daughter, and I've been training that slut for a while now... S. obviously doesn't let anything get in the way." I catch myself feeling something like pride.

She laughs briefly and stands up: "There are still drops on my thighs - suck them away... good. Now lick the toilet lid thoroughly..." She kicks me in the buttocks. "A little faster... I have other plans for you today!" My pride bursts like a bubble, and I anxiously lick as fast as I can. "Now lift the lid and dig in... deeper... don't be so shy!" With more kicks, she encourages me. "Your face will be washed too!" She laughs and flushes the toilet - at the same time, with her other hand, she pushes my head in even further. Water and piss wash over my face and hair - no one has ever done this to me before, and I feel more humiliated (and dirtier) than before.

She pulls me up by my hair: "How do you say it?" - "Thank you, Ms. M." I stammer, hoping that's what she wants as an answer. Two more slaps. "For what? Are you too stupid to form full sentences?" Her tone becomes harsher. "Thank you for letting me lick you and for rinsing my face." - "Are you lying? Your little cock is soft again..." she nudges my cock with her foot, "didn't you like it?" - "Yes, yes, Ms. M., I'm just a little nervous." - "Then jerk it off and repeat the thanks until it's hard again!" I follow her command, not forgetting to look her in the eyes. Her cool, dismissive look shames me and thus -- perversely -- makes the task easier for me.