Dear Shoeblossom,
My teachers always said to me, "Norbert, you'll never amount to much, smoking weed and playing video games..." but I found I had hidden talents...
Recently I joined a sadomasochistic group. It's a local thing. Amazingly, I met the hottest girl who wanted me to punish her!
Victorine is a very attractive woman who's got about twelve or thirteen years on me. She met me, and someone told her about my online writings, and so she read some of my BDSM erotica online.
We struck up a friendship, PMing and having coffee after the meeting of our group. We both lived in Gander Cove, which is a fairly small town...it was so weird.
I am not the cutest log in the pile and so my experiences in the "scene" were not broad at the time. I was kind of enthralled that this full lipped brunette with a fairly tight body enjoyed the same fantasies as I did.
And I was really blown away when Victorine said she masturbated while reading my stories.
"Norbie, you drive me wild with these spanking stories. I want to be a piglet, too."
My real job is working as a dental technician, building false teeth and crowns, that kind of stuff. Though I've sold some of my porn stories as well, for extra money, it's never been much.
Victorine is a professional woman, kind of-she has her own beauty salon, and that is fairly impressive. We had long talks about life and ideals, and one night she invited me over and went into the other room, coming out with one of those thin wooden paddles.
It was the kind that had once had a rubber ball and an elastic string attached to it, the kind kids play with.
Victorine looked at me with moist eyes and asked if I would punish her. I was a little nervous at first, but then I told her to get over my knee. She asked if I wanted her to take down her pants, and I'd been scoping out her bubble butt in the tight embroidered jeans...
Here I was, practically a twenty year old virgin, I'd had one or two girlfriends but I was the quiet type.
But I went with it. I cuffed her for being "fresh" and then said in a shaking voice. "Victorine, you've disappointed me. Come closer."
I unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down and then her glorious thong panties went down as well, and I yanked Victorine over my lap.
Victorine, in a low voice encouraged me to hit as hard as I liked, and this wooden paddle, thin wood, really seemed like it would sting but not damage Victorine's full pink ass cheeks.
But I did turn that butt bright red and then darker, with a few splotches. Finally as she was sobbing I told her to get up and stand in the corner and so she did.
In a bit, Condo turned to me, the pants still down and the shaven twat moist and asked if she could make up for her misdeeds with a fabulous blowjob, and indeed I said yes!
I couldn't believe how beautiful Victorine's derriere was. Part of me wanted to drop to my k knees and kiss it whenever I saw it bare, and I always compromised by telling Condo that I would rub creame on her butt after a whipping, and "kiss and make it better" She was always happy to let this happen!
Victorine then introduced me to Eugene. Eugene was a stylist in Victorine's shop, a chubby gay boy, and apparently he, also had read my mostly heterosexual erotica.
I was less reluctant than I looked when Eugene asked if we could go to his family farm and see the woodshed. Aware that I was fairly straight, Eugene offered me a financial incentive...
I felt very cheap, but I pocketed the C-note anyway, whore that I am. Eugene and I went out to the farm and I gave him a stern lecture about the sins of not being much of a man.
(Eugene had a script, you see.) Finally I ordered Eugene to "Drop your britches." and I took a thick leather strop and whipped him as hard as I could.
Afterwards, Eugene masturbated at my feet, kneeling with the pants around his ankles and I shrieked at him about how onanism was a "Sin". After this Eugene sucked my dick greedily...
On a subsequent trip to the farm, I brought Victorine and Eugene and stripped them both, making them watch nervously as I cut a long willow switch, and then I had them dance as I did my vicious work swishing it and cutting into their butts and across Victorine's tits and Eugene's hard on.
Eugene's dick was so hard that I made him lay it across a tree stump and I whaled on it until the willow switch broke, and amazingly Eugene's dick never went soft. Who says submissive men are wimps?
Sometimes I would make Eugene paint his fingernails and wear little frilly dresses, or service the drunken guys in the neighborhood.
Eugene seemed to thrive on constant verbal abuse, and the physical punishment really made him excited...
The word got around, and more people showed up to get attention from my strong right arm. I had to charge some of them, otherwise the crowd would have gotten very full.
The farm was a great place to rendezvous.
There was a barn with great ceiling beams, and I once tied Victorine's psychotherapist's wrists to a rope and suspended her. (Yes, her shrink. It got really incestuous.)
I whipped the gorgeous doctor's full breasts, stomach shapely buttocks and legs with a fiberglass riding crop (that she had purchased) until she was quite marked up.
And then I took pictures. These were only for the psychotherapist's use, but I teased her telling her that I felt like putting them up in the newspaper so her patients could see what kind of a doctor they had.
Then, after the therapist told me of another FREAKY fantasy, I lit a cigar and smoked for a bit and put it out on one of her ass cheeks as she sobbed silently. I f someone put a cigarette out on my tail, I would have screamed like a banshee.
I asked Victorine and her friends if I was going too far. I didn't want to unnecessarily abuse them, and Condo told me, after a deep kiss, that I was a dream master, and the others nodded as well.
Victorine's therapist said she wished I could move in with her and do this full time, but she had a husband and kids and so we'd just have to get together elsewhere. Still, she seemed to have a lot of free time, and I often could just drop by the office after the patients left and go at it with a rubber paddle.
But Victorine was the hottest. Her breasts were dreamy and well displayed in striped tops and hot pink blouses.
I began really enjoying putting clothespins on Victorine's nipples and then knocking them off, and threatened to put one of her tits in a carpenter's vice, the kind that's attached to a table. I didn't do this, of course, but scaring her half to death was very amusing...
Eugene needed lots of training as well, One day he gave me a bunch of habaneras peppers from his mother's garden and asked me to secure him to the bed naked. I put rubber gloves on and ran the peppers and some nettles on his junk for a great period of the afternoon.
Eugene was a bit of a screamer, and that was unfortunate, so finally I gagged him.
After a number of get togethers with Eugene, he showed me something of interest online. There was a piercing specialist who did chastity locks, such as the Prince Albert.
Eugene felt he spent too much time at home jerking off and thinking about being punished by me-after all, I was charging him two hundred bucks a visit now, and he couldn't afford to see me every day.
And of course why should he get to whack his Willy and think about me for nothing? We had to get him pierced as soon as possible.
Eugene got himself pierced, and his cock was cruelly bent into a Prince Albert piercing that connected his glans with his scrotum. He could pee but only sitting down.
"Go to the bathroom like a sissy bitch." I said, laughing "And now, when the stalls are full, you'll have to hold it, since you can't pee at the urinal any more."
Eugene was very aroused by my ridicule, and I could tell his penis was trying to straighten as he was getting hard, considering the humiliation and future weeks of chastity.
I told Eugene that I would consider seeing him several times a week for a flat monthly fee of about a thousand dollars. It seemed steep, but after Eugene gave up drinking and smoking and "Uptown" (cocaine) and "Downtown" (heroin) it seemed he could easily afford it.
The deal was, as I told him, that every ten times I visited, I would unlock his piercing and let him jerk his dick a bit, but right before orgasm, there would be a roll of dice.
Would he qualify for an orgasm? If he got "snake eyes" he could jerk off and lick it up. If he got three, I'd burn Eugene's nipples with a cigarette, and no orgasm. If he got four, I'd fuck him in the ass. And so on.
So most visits were with Eugene staying in his piercing. I'd whip his ass and sometimes kick him in the nuts a bit, and let him suck on my toes and work his way up to my penis.
And sometimes I would play with his trapped penis, watching as it got bigger and thicker, but of course unable to stretch out and spurt.
Eugene's face would turn white, and he'd bite his tongue and close his eyes. He called me Master and he would tell me how important I was to him.
Sometimes, when Eugene was lucky enough to get snake eyes, I'd tell him he had to rub his dick against a wet shower wall, or on a chair leg. This was hilarious to watch, and having him lick up his spurts of semen was a riot.
I worried because Eugene didn't often get the right dice combination often enough, and I didn't want Eugene to have a prostate issue.
Victorine and I tried to find a way to stimulate Eugene from behind so that the semen would flow out, but it became very frustrating, and finally I decided that Eugene would just be better off having a monthly orgasm...
The orgasm would, of course, involve lots of humiliations. One thing I especially enjoyed was taking Eugene to a local Air Force base and having him blow numbers of young recruits in his car.
Eugene is somewhat homely, so it was male prostitution in reverse. He had to pay $20 for each guy to allow him to put his mouth on the pecker.
