Little Subbie Boy

"Yes Miss, I'm sorry for being late Miss; it wasn't my fault honest." he mumbled pathetically as he stood in the door way. His body bent over from running the fatigue obvious to anyone looking.

"This is not good enough you pathetic little whelp, I want you here on the button; I am missing out on my fun as well you know. You are here for my pleasure ultimately aren't you?"

"Yes Miss, it wont happen again Miss I promise."

"It better not; this is a poor start to what was a very promising day; I'm rather disappointed." Without another word she turned on her heel and marched off into the house, and he assumed that he should probably follow so he did so; his feet trailing behind him.

It hadn't been his fault; it was those damn traffic jams and he hadn't anticipated them but then maybe he should have. His t-shirt was stuck to his back and his jeans were falling off him. His hair was long and looked rather unkempt at this moment which would not please her.

"Where are you boy?" The voice was low and with a warning tone; she was impatient to get started. So he trotted into the room and dropped his bag in the corner and knelt down at her feet. She looked awesome; her muscled legs emphasized by the red heels and white lace stockings. Her red PVC dress clung in all the right place, showing her marvelous body for what it was.

"Now my baby; have you been good this week," she smiled at his quivering form, for a pathetic male he wasn't too terrible, and he was only a couple of minutes late, but the hard line is what she had advertised and that's what he had wanted, so that's what she gave him. Always giving them what they wanted and getting just as much for herself, that was the point.

"Yes Miss, I have Miss," He was hoping to be let off light for his late coming but he didn't bank on it, but then she had advertised the hard line and he had bought into that. That was what he wanted his kick, and he knew she knew it. Sometimes it almost made him laugh.

"Good boy," she said ruffling his hair affectionately, in much the same fashion as you would a dog. "Now we are going to have some fun."

From the table beside her she lifted a pair of black leather shackles and smiled before affixing them to his wrists. He held them out obediently allowing her to do so. His hands were held firm in front of him and she lead him by the chain connecting them to a chair.

She them pulled him so he was bent over it and he was sweating more now. She affixed the chain to the floor so he could not rise until released. She spread his legs and then attached them to the chair legs so he was held very firm. He wriggled a little but there was not much room for him to move at all.

The possibilities of this moment were endless for her, he was completely at her mercy and she could screw with him however she wanted. She walked in front of him holding a crop and a whip dancing them in front of his gaze before placing them on the table and pulling down his trousers exposing his ass and man hood for what they were.

She gently ran her hand over his bum, "Such soft skin you have sub, you must take good care of it mustn't you? Maybe that's an indication of your real interests, maybe you're just a sad little man who actually wants a man but knows he can't get one even if he tried."

The words hit him and stung deep, he felt shame and embarrassment. It was so humiliating and it hit close to the bone, he was always defensive about his sexuality because she was not the only one who had said such things and they were just not true.

Her hand ran through his legs and felt his semi hardness and his embarrassment and shame deepened. "Oh you're excited by this are you?" Her wicked smile deepened. "You are pleased that you are in trouble is it? Well maybe I should teach you to not be so happy about it."

She lifted the cat-o-nine tails and swept it slowly over his ass and watched as his muscles tense and relax and him whimper. "Now sub I want you to count the strikes ok?"

"Yes Miss," he said biting his lip.

She raised the whip and struck hard and he whimpered while issuing the required, "1 Miss." This continued for 15 minutes with 40 strokes in that time. By the time she had put the whip down his ass was a nice rosy red colour and his eyes slightly wet from the pain. Again she ran her hand over his ass and now it was more than warm.

"Was that good?"

He was gasping for breath and in some pain but managed to whisper, "Yes Miss."

She released his legs and arms and he sort of crumpled to the floor; kneeling in front of the chair. Soon he pushed himself up off his heels keeping his bum in the air, she laughed at his antics as he could not push himself totally up as his hands were still bound.

She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him in the direction of the bed and threw him at the foot of it where he remained seated unsure of what was to happen now. She sat on the bed and removed her heels flexing her feet in relaxation as she did so. She then motioned for him to come to her; so he crawled on his hands and knees.

She then released his hands and whispered, "You are a pathetic little boy; with a pathetic little cock which could never please anyone you know that? And since you are so pathetic you don't deserve to have cloths; I think you should take them off as you have not earned such a right yet."

Her comments simple but the meaning was more that clear so he stood and quickly stripped himself of all his garments so he stood in front of her completely exposed and at her mercy. She loved the game; she always did; the game was the excitement.

With ease she lifted out a belt from her bedside drawer; while watching him stand his face as bright as his ass, but then having such an ugly thing on your body anyone would be embarrassed, or maybe it was the fact it was standing proud of its own accord.

She reached out and grabbed hold of it which surprised him and this registered as fear and nervousness. She then proceeded to force it into a chastity piece which was clearly meant to be fitted when soft but she didn't seem to care. At one point he actually screamed in pain but she just glared and ignored him. Eventually the device was fitted and had soon quashed any erection he had had.

Her smile grew even more wicked at this point. "Mistress is tired and she would like her little sub to give her a nice massage. She stripped off completely so she too was nude. He could feel the blood flowing to his loins but he knew nothing could happen with this damn thing on.

She lay on the bed and spread her legs, "I think," she smiled, "You should start around my waist, and oh wait I forgot ..." she trailed off and stood pulling his hands roughly behind his back and attacking the cuffs once more, "Now please begin." She stated as she lay down again head on the pillow and eyes closed.

He teetered on the edge of indecision for a second before falling to his knees and beginning to dutifully lick and suck at her precious womanhood; with such care and affection. She moaned and smiled; wriggling on the bed and enjoying it enormously.

After several minutes she stopped him and said simply, "Now I want to feel something big and hard in me," as these words he had a moment of hope of freedom, but then she lifted a toy from under her pillow, a big pink strap on which she proceeded to attach to him. His face fell and it was the look she had been looking for.

"You didn't think I wanted that pathetic thing of yours inside me did you? Did you think you were worthy of pleasuring me with your own pathetic man meat?" At this point she chuckled a condescending laugh, which made him shrink and feel the ultimate humiliation, worse was this than anything he had every heard her say .

She turned on the vibrations and lay back on the bed expectantly waiting on him to ram her with this ridiculously large fake manhood; and because she expected it and his arse still smarted he did it. He rammed her hard and fast making her moan and groan and cum. "Now who is a good boy eh?" she kept saying over and over until she pushed him away; satisfied.

She lay leaving him still naked with the ridiculous thing on him still vibrating and covered in her juices. He sat quietly for a few moments and then his own needs started to filter through. His penis ached, for two reasons he reckoned. One he needed to pee badly and two he had had no release and he ached for that; but the pain of needing the toilet was excruciating so he quietly spoke, "Miss, can I go to the toilet please Miss; I really need Miss."

Her head snapped up as if she had just suddenly remembered he was still there. She reached out and pulled the strap on from him. "You what?"

"I need the toilet Miss," he said to his feet.

"Well go then," she smiled at his bound form, "I am not going to deny you such a basic human need."

"Could you please untie my hands Miss, so I could hold it to go, so I don't miss the toilet Miss?"

"Of course ... not," she sat up pulling some cloths on as she spoke, "Sit down if you must but any that misses the toilet I will make you lick up cause I don't appreciate mess on my floors."

His form actually bowed under these words, his head hung even lowed, feeling thoroughly feminized, what man sits down to pee except the old biddies who can't aim straight or maybe the very drunk and of course women. "Yes Miss, as you wish Miss."

He left the room his face burning with embarrassment as he made his way to the bathroom. He was squatting awkwardly on the toilet when she appeared at the door and watched him with extreme amusement.

"Why do you look so upset sub, it could have been worse, I could have not let you go at all or piss in a cup, don't you think that would be worse?"

"Yes Miss, sorry Miss," he quickly rearranged his features to support a thankful smile. He finished on the toilet and wiggled about awkwardly trying to shake off the rest so as not to drip on the floor. Eventually when he was satisfied he wouldn't he stood up and avoided her eye contact, looking everywhere but her face.

"You have been an exceptionally good subbie today; even if you were late, you have not argued any point that I have given you; or any instruction. I am proud of you so I think I will give you what you so desperately want," in that moment a wicked grin danced across her lips and he knew that although he would get what he wanted there was a catch so he asked what that was.

"None," she said innocently, then motioned for him to follow so of course he did speedily walking difficult being bound as he was. They entered the basement and he stiffened a little. This was going to be something very intriguing, he had never been down here 'til now, only told about it.

She flicked a light switch and the room was illuminated, there were various instruments around the room, tables, chairs, and even a wooden pony, part him thanking the gods he wasn't female.

In one corner there was a bed type table covered in plastic sheets and this was where she was headed. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs suddenly cold and very, very nervous. It was rather a scary place to be looking at her collections; she was a real professional and did really have a dungeon, cool but very nerve wracking.

"Over here boy, I'm waiting," so he made an awkward trot and arrived in front of her, and she issued instructions for him to turn round, she then unlocked his arm bindings and motioned to the bed from which a couple of the layers of plastic had been pulled back. He climbed on and she began affixing him to it in a spread-eagled position and then added a gag to the collection. His eyes were wide with fear now, and so she comforted him by saying; "The amount of pleasure you're about to get, I can't having you making too much noise, its just a precaution, and the bindings are to stop you hurting yourself."

Her smile was a genuine one and he almost believed her, before she covered his eyes and released him from the chastity, he actually sighed through the gag, and was immediately erect much to his shame. He felt something cold and metal encase his manhood and actually whimpered, he had heard about these things but didn't really believe they actually existed ... 'til now.

There was a quiet buzz in the back ground and it had begun, he moaned deep into the gag, it wouldn't take long he knew and she was right, he moaned hard and pulled at the bonds. He lasted only seconds before he was totally given over to the euphoria of orgasm and sighed as it subsided but it wasn't stopping another was building and he couldn't stop it ... he almost screamed as above all the thoughts and the machine he heard the basement door snap shut.

~*~

"Subbie," the voice was far away in a haze, he shook his head, and tried to lift his hand to his eyes, but it was bound so he shook his head again and opened his eyes. "Subbie," the voice said again, "Did you enjoy that?"

Then it came flooding back to him, the orgasms the pain, had he actually passed out, how long ago, how long had it been on him. He looked around and it was still dark, he tried to follow the voice, to answer but his tongue was thick.

All of a sudden there was light and he could move, he automatically sat up, and there she stood, hot as ever looking down with an almost concerned face. "Yes Miss," he finally managed, and flashed her a wicked grin, but his body was still tense and soaked with sweat. "How long ...?" he couldn't even manage the question.

"I left you on the machine an hour, and you passed out for about 2 hours after I turned it out, I think you were a little worn out my baby, did I tire you out so easily?"

He was ashamed but he nodded defeated and swung his legs out of bed, reading himself to stand.

What an adorable puppy he was, and some praise was defiantly needed she reckoned. "You did well my baby, lots to learn but you did well; I think you will be good after some serious training, but for a first timer your pretty damn good at doing what your told."

His face glowed with pride, and his eyes with adoration, her magnificence just tripled to him, that she could be so kind. He got down on his knees and kissed her shoes not knowing what to do really; keeping his body low.

"Now go shower Sub, and I will see you later; for your final instructions to be carried out over the week before I see you again."