Michael and Carol were back in her apartment after a terrific evening at her favorite club. At the dance club, he had orally served her with a voyeuristic audience watching and she had come spectacularly. Yet her hunger to take Michael had only been sharpened. Eager to take Michael with a strap-on, she had quickly driven them home from the club and ushered him upstairs.
Pushing Michael into the guest bathroom, she ordered him to get out of all the clothes and heels, freshen up his face and be back out wearing just his butt plug and cock ring. He hurried to comply with her demands. Knowing what was coming next, he liberally spread the moisturizing oil inside his nether opening before sliding in the butt plug. The makeup had not run much but since it had smeared, he decided to remove all of it and clean up his face, neck and his hair. He redid his makeup but this time with a bit more of everything. Leaving out the earrings, he undid the severe ponytail and brushed out his hair, using the dryer and brushes to style it out.
She had given him two more leather bands matching the ones on his hands, which he put on his bare ankles. He dabbed on the perfume between his thighs and his neck and rushed back to the living room within fifteen minutes. However, she was still not back from her room. He felt himself shiver slightly both from the chill air and at what he knew would come next. Goose pimples covered his arms and legs. The chill softened his erection and the cock ring did not hurt so much. He felt very vulnerable in his nakedness and could feel the large butt plug straining to come out against the metal chains because of the oil slathered inside him. He wandered over to the large glass wall overlooking the city. Because the room was lit up, albeit dimly, people from the adjacent high-rises could definitely see his nude body. He guessed that they were going to be putting on a display for any voyeurs out there. The floor next to the wall was bare except for a large leather ottoman even though several more leather sofas were arranged to face it as though it were a stage. There were small metal rings on the floor next to the ottoman and he could imagine what the ottoman was used for. He was about to sit on one of the sofas when Carol came into the room.
He stood up still and tried not to stare at her as she came towards him. She looked a little different from earlier in the evening even though she was still wearing the same black leather corset that lifted up and prominently displayed her deep brown breasts. However, her pussy was now covered by a black high-waisted leather harness with a familiar dark brown strap-on in front. Even though it was the same model he had picked out in the store, in the dim light it looked gigantic but also somehow proportional to Carol's large frame. She was not wearing her coat and her bare arms and thighs looked taut and powerful and she had left off all her gold jewelry. Her hair was still in an updo but a lot more tendrils had escaped and hid parts of her face, which appeared heavily made-up almost like his was. Smokey dark eyes, deep red lips and dark eye shadow along with heavy pancake makeup made her look very hot. Her feet were now encased in shorter knee-length black heeled boots. She looked like the very image of a mistress out to punish her slave and slake her desires. Michael's grew flush with excitement and his cinched member now rose up against his belly with his arousal. He felt his submissive urge to serve her come rushing back and knelt down on the floor waiting for Carol to command him.
Carol strode confidently over and beckoned to Michael. When he rose and rushed close to her, she ordered him to turn around and show off his naked body to her. He pirouetted in front of her compliantly showing off his sexy form. His stiff length pulsed out in front and the jingling metal waist chains held the silver plug up against his bottom. The rear silver chain neatly bisected his pretty arse. His naked body was slim and smooth and with his lithe form, long hair and the heavy makeup, he definitely looked very much like the girls she desired. He heard her draw a sharp breath at his display. He knew that she was pleased with his appearance and that she found him sexually very exciting.
"You are one hot bitch," she exclaimed. "I am going to enjoy punishing you and taking you tonight. Your pretty bottom is going to be bright red when I am through," she rasped in her desire. Grabbing his slight body she swung it over the ottoman face down so his arms and legs splayed over the four corners. Pulling out springy ropes with hooked ends from the cabinet, she secured his limbs to the rings on the floor with his legs pulled apart. His smooth bottom was well displayed over the curve of the ottoman as his cock pressed up against its side. Michael limbs strained against the ropes. He was going to be punished for the second time that evening but this time it would be more painful and in a way he hoped also more pleasurable. Before this evening he had never been punished physically especially in a sexual context. He found that strangely he enjoyed the embarrassment and pain of the experience. He very much wanted to see how much more exciting it would get but in a perverse way he also wanted to be hurt for straying from Laurie.
Ever since that evening when she had first slapped Michael's bare behind, Carol had felt a strong need to punish him hard but she had thus far controlled her urges. This simmering urge for dominance surged through her body and the two orgasms she had experienced from Michael's mouth had merely heightened this suppressed desire. Now, seeing his lithe body tied up and compliantly displayed she could no longer control herself. Finally his smooth white globes were bared and ready for castigation.
For tonight she preferred using the riding crop which was a springy but leather covered and ended in a small square of leather. The crop best could best express her urge and she was a master at making it play a concerto of pain on her slaves' bodies without drawing blood. Laurie had requested Carol to not mark him permanently in any way.
She tested the crop twice against the side of the ottoman and the sharp sounds made Michael twitch. She then dragged the crop down on his bare back and between his crease to touch his straining manhood. He shivered at the cold leather touching his skin. Whap! The first blow landed firmly on his left globe and he cried out more in shock than pain. The blow warmed his body from the blood coursing through the skin. Whap!! The second blow stung more as she increased the force. She again ran the crop's tip along the cleft of Michael's buttocks, first caressing and then raising the crop, bringing it down full force on one buttock and then the other. Slowly the sharp pain pulsed through his lower body as she unleashed her fury methodically delivering stinging blows but taking care to not cut his skin. Whap, whap, whap!! Her skill was evident in the intricate pattern she weaved on both his cheeks without drawing any blood. Raining blows left and right, she satisfied herself watching his bare behind slowly change to pale pink and then bright red. By now Michael was drenched in sweat. His face was swimming in tears even though his sexual excitement was now at a fever pitch. As occasional stingers teasingly landed on his stiff cock, he strained for release pushing his erection upwards seeking her blows. Carol finally felt sated from rendering the punishment and her hand was sore from hurting him. But, her sexual need to own him with her rubber cock had now reached a fever pitch. She undid his restraints and pulled him up. As he tottered up on his feet she sat down on the edge of a nearby sofa with her strap-on pointing out and motioned him to approach her. "Come here and suck me!"
Michael's rear felt like it was on fire but his sexual excitement was also at its peak. His cock was grossly swollen and dripping with precome. He wanted to do anything to please her and he badly wanted her to let him come. He fell down on his knees in front of her, gently grasped the giant strap-on and caressed its realistic texture. It felt huge in his small pale hands and transfixed with the object he opened his mouth to worship it. Once again he was going to suck a penis. His lipstick clad mouth covered the firm bulbous head and he gently sucked the rubbery tip. His tongue lubricated it all over slowly enjoying the excitement of the act until she grabbed his hair with both hands and pushed her strap-on deep into his mouth. The large artificial cock filled his mouth and stretched his throat. With her grip on his hair, Carol roughly fucked his mouth with the strap-on until his throat felt raw and his lips grew chapped. The back and forth motion pleasured Carol acutely. The base of the strap-on with its raised lip deliciously rubbed against her nub delivering jolts of pleasure, but she still wanted to plunge it deep inside him; she needed to take Michael.
