The Punishments
Strapped down firmly to the seat between the metal trusses, surrounded only by the flickering glow from the ten or so candles lit all around me, I wait in the dark room as I can hear the steps of my mistress getting closer. The clicks of her high heels hitting the black stone tiles of the floor getting slowly louder. I hear other steps too, I think more than one person.
It must be over an hour ago that I myself was following her through those same steps, my bare feet slapping those same cold tiles. I remember the expectation, her promises of a surprise. I remember walking slowly past all the other rooms, some with closed doors, some with open doors, a couple already familiar to me, and passing many others that roused my curiosity. What kind of surprises would lurk behind those closed doors? Each room at my mistress' house had a different theme, a different way of chaining the slave down, different punishments. Different rewards. Walking behind her, never knowing which of the rooms would be my fate tonight.
And I remember still my amazement as I followed her round the last corner and finally stared into the room I myself am in right now, and saw the petite slave girl strapped down to the very seat I am in right now.
Afterwards, I failed my mistress. I came too soon. I filled the slave girl's mouth with my cum before my mistress had given me permission to do so. And now, here I am, waiting for my punishment.
Who is with her now? What will happen next? The waiting for her return has been partly sweet, as obviously my session with her is not over yet. But part of me is dreading, I have not failed her before. What kind of punishment has my mistress planned for me?
The black mask that covers the top half of my face obstructs my view slightly, especially as I cannot tilt my head all the way forward, with the collar around my neck fastened back to the backrest of the seat. But I can see to the door. And the steps are getting very close now.
My mistress enters the room first. She has changed into a red shiny corset, maybe of PVC or latex, and long black gloves. She has black panties and long black stockings, and different shoes from our previous session. She is holding a leash, which is fastened to the collar of a tall blonde woman, but there is someone still following the woman. The collar of the blonde is again connected with another 5 foot long leash to the collar of the man that now enters the room and completes our ensemble. Both the man and the woman are stark naked, just as I was when I walked in to the same room an hour earlier.
My natural instinct is to look at the slim woman first, and I enjoy the look of the tall legs and the thin waist of the blonde girl. Her pussy is almost totally shaved, with just a small patch of light brown hair. She looks absolutely delicious. But I stop looking at her when I see what is hanging between the legs of the dark skinned man.
I have heard of monster cocks before, and I have seen my share on the web, but seeing something like that in real life something else. The thing isn't even half erect, and it seems like it is hanging halfway to his knees. As he walks in the door, the cock sways from side to side, heavy, long and thick. I pull my gaze off it and look at the blonde again, and wonder if they are a couple. They must be, right? I wonder how she possibly can take that monster in her pussy.
The contrast with the pale white skin of my mistress and the blonde and the dark skin of the tall muscular man that enters the room is huge. The black tiled floor and the dark walls of the room make the girl and my mistress shine out in the candlelight, whereas the light from the candles seems to sink into the ebony skin of the new man in the room. Forcing myself to look at the man, not only at his cock, it is almost difficult to see him in the dusk, but I do notice he is tall, maybe two or three inches taller than me, and well-muscled. His head is shaved, as seems to be the case for his whole body. Next to him, my mistress looks small and petite, and the gazelle-like, long limbs of the blonde woman seem even thinner in the dark room.
'Stand here.' my mistress points to the woman to stand to the right of the door. The blonde woman obeys silently and places her feet at the place my mistress ordered, facing me. I look at her. She is thin, but her tits are still very pretty, even if they are not as large as on my mistress. She is at least half a head taller than my mistress, even with bare feet and my mistress in her heels. My mistress unfastens the cord tied to the woman's collar and she is left standing there, watching me fastened to the seat in front of her. My legs are spread wide, my cock resting half erect against my stomach. I meet her gaze and sense hunger in her, and also surprise. Maybe she feels the same as I felt an hour earlier walking in that same door and seeing a helpless slave chained to the seat in front of me. Now that helpless slave is me.
'And you, stand here.' The man is guided to stand to the left of the door, and also released from the collar. I look at the huge cock which seems now to have grown at least an inch. Is he getting aroused by seeing me strapped down? What kind of things will my mistress make us do? I remember her questionnaire that I had to fill before my first visit. I distinctly remember there was a tick box where I needed to specify the things that I would like to have inserted in me. And there was a "Real cock". But for the death of me I cannot remember what I answered!
She looks at me and at my expression and smiles, seeming to guess my thoughts.
'The slave strapped down there was not obeying my commands earlier. So he must be punished.' She turns and looks at me. 'No. This thing will not enter you, well, not today at least.' She grabs the monster cock of the man and gives it a squeeze. I can see the man jump slightly as she touches him. Her hand moves up and down the long, thick shaft and a sigh of pleasure escapes his lips as his cock grows again bigger. She turns to look at me again. 'But something will.' She walks to the woman, and touches her shoulders, then her tits, and then her belly. I hear also the woman breathe heavier at her touch.
'What will it be? I think he is quite ready to have something in his ass. Just a moment ago, I had my fist in his ass. I think he is ready for something else. But he enjoys it, so to have his punishment, I think we are going to need also something else. Something that he remembers. All of you; wait here. Do not move.'
Her words fill me with a mixture of fear and arousal.
She leaves the room and we can all hear the clicking of her heels as she walks to the next room. I look at the man and woman each in turn, and they eat me with their eyes. I see the man steal a look at the blonde. I wonder what is going on in their minds. Did they know that they would have company in this session? How could they have known? Unless my mistress had originally planned for the slave girl to be where I am now, and only when I failed her decided to release the slave girl and have me continue into the next session.
We hear a slam of a cupboard door and then her steps start to come back towards us. As she enters the room I watch what she is carrying. Something white... and something black. Two more candles. And a huge dildo, which seems to be designed to be worn in mouth.
'You. Help me light these candles.' she points to the woman. They go into the corner of the room and pick up some kind of long, slightly curved metal poles which have springs in the middle, so they are flexible. They stick them into the metal frame so that the places where candles obviously will go are right above my chest. Oh no. I am not liking where this is going.
'Light the candle.' my mistress says. They each go to the already lit candles on both sides of the room and light the candles and then, coming back next to my seat, drop small amounts of molten wax to fix the candles firmly to the metal poles. I watch the small spots of light right above me. As the candles burn a few minutes more, I know they will have more and more molten wax in them, real pools of it. And I know that even the slightest movement of the metal frame will pour down streams of the hot wax all over my chest.
'Now then, we are getting ready. Stand here.' the woman is instructed to stand right in front of me, between my wide open legs. I see her from the waist up, her blonde hair is tied up back behind her head. Taking the black mouth dildo, my mistress gets behind the woman. 'Open your mouth.'
She does as she is told and soon the black dildo is fastened to her head. It looks peculiar, like a thick black cock is growing from her face. I am guessing where this is going.
'Bend forward.'
The woman leans closer to me, and my mistress proceeds to strap her down like I was strapped down earlier. Where my mouth was ready to lick the slave girl's pussy, now the blonde woman's mouth-dildo is ready to enter my ass. Her hands are strapped close to my ankles, and now her legs are also strapped as far apart as mine were earlier. My cock twitches in expectation as I think about that black dildo entering my ass. I look at the blonde woman's face and see her looking straight up at me. We look at each other and I sense her willingness to fuck me with her mouth, and I think she can see that I am oh so eager to get penetrated by the thick shaft that she is now wearing on her face.
'You know what will happen if she moves, right?' Oh, I know, her dildo will enter my ass. 'Let's see.' She takes a hold of the woman's collar and pushes her closer to me. I feel her pushing against my ass and I twitch a little in my seat, sending the candles mounted above me vibrating a little in their post mounts. Hot wax drops down on my chest.
'AAH, OUCH!' I shout. The wax is hot, burning, painful, but just short of unbearable. I forget for a while the pressure of the dildo at my hole as I focus on the burning sensation on my chest.
'Hot, isn't it? This will be first part of your punishment. As you are being fucked by her, each thrust will drop hot wax on you.' I have not had her do this on me before. The wax was surely hot, but the drops fell a long way before hitting my chest, cooling down a bit. My initial reaction was maybe more due to surprise at the feeling than due to pain. I start to expect her to do it again, to sense the burn and penetration simultaneously again.
'You, get behind her.' The man gets instructed to get behind the woman and then his collar is fastened to a cord running down close to the floor. My mistress then runs another rope up the belly and between the tits of the blonde and ties it to her collar. She leaves just enough play in the rope that the man is not suffocating in the woman's pussy, but his mouth is basically just couple inches from her crotch. Then she takes another rope and ties it half way to the rope that is connecting their collars and runs it down to the floor, through a loop, then through another loop just beneath my ass, and then backs away holding it in her hand.
