A Little Mans Initiation Ch 02

James Thomas lent over the stool. Its narrow top came up to his waist so that he could rest his stomach on it with his feet still firmly planted on the ground. Its cold steel surface felt freezing against his already icy flesh. It shocked him a little, but with a less than gentle tap of the crop on his bare, bald right cheek he was set firm. What could he do now? He was completely in the woman's thrall, he had to submit in the hope that he might be able to walk free in due course, whatever that course that might be.

'Now hold the legs, I am going to bind you. Do not move. Eyes dead ahead. Your dinky little cocklette is so shrunken and tiny now, like a frozen shrimp.' The frozen shrimp received a firm strike from the crop, retracting even further into James's embarrassed abdomen.

The woman used the rope and bound his legs to their adjacent stool legs. The binding was tight but not painful and with an efficient knot they were firmly set. Then his arms were bound at the wrist. It was not painful and did not cut into his flesh as he had expected.

'Now you are helpless. I wonder what the police would say if they saw you? Or your parents? Can you imagine?' The woman paused. James Thomas kept looking straight ahead. The woman grabbed his hair and pulled his head back abruptly: 'I asked you a question boy!'

'I don't know. I'm sorry. I...' James Thomas didn't finish his sentence again.

'Enough from you. No opinions. Yes and No. Now for your little shrimp head. I'm going to bind your little balls. Have you had that done before you dirty pervert?' The woman paused.

'No.' Replied James Thomas. A swish and the crop came down hard on his bare, smooth left buttock.

'No mistress. Let's get that straight little boy.' She strung out the word 'little' and poked his testicles with the crop as she did so. James Thomas drew a sharp breath. She took another line of cord, thinner than before and held in front of him. He was completely vulnerable, splayed over a stool, his firm goose-pimpled arse to the wind. James Thomas had no idea what to expect. He found himself petrified, but also curious, even excited. He was in no way relaxed but he found the woman attractive and commanding him in her uncompromising way rekindled suppressed passions for teachers and mature dominant woman he had fantasised about routinely.

Suddenly his balls were being pulled downwards. This was not a delicate manoeuvre but it was not at once painful and as he began to recover his body temperature he could feel blood diverting with his growing excitement at the intimacy. One firm hand pulled the little pair down and the other turned the cord round and round the top of the scrotum above the testicles. It was tight and James Thomas could feel the testicles themselves straining in the not-enough skin that had been pulled down. A brief glance between his legs revealed that the swollen pouch was turning a darker than usual pink.

'Your cock is too small to bind. You may as well have no cock at all.' The woman squeezed his cock in a fist. The exhilaration brought James's penis back to life and slowly he felt it swelling too. 'That's better you little girl. Show me your clitoris bulge!' She squeezed his penis hard again and it became semi-erect, once more with a determined shake and he was hard again. She let go and his cock bucked and twitched desperate for relief from this cycle of arousal and denial. The woman encircled his handful of inches twice with the cord. It weighed his thin cock down but the strain of it, the tension helped him stay aroused. But it was twisted tight and again he could see his flesh turn a strange colour, bulging through the cord as it dug in slightly. To heighten this stimulation, the woman had brought the two ends of the rope back under his perineum and then up his freshly-shaven crack to loop back over the buttocks and inner thighs. The rope was pulled in such a way that parted his buttocks exposing his anus to the cold air. James Thomas felt the thrill of this new sensation and was sure his cock was dribbling precum. The woman tied the rope off after a couple more twists around his thighs. She noticed his dribbling penis.

'Filthy boy. You best not make a mess on my floor. Here eat your filthy mess. She took her index finder and collected a tip coating. She held it up to James Thomas who turned his head. 'Eat!' She said venomously. James Thomas kept his gaze averted. The woman grabbed hold of the rope around his cock and balls from behind and pulled backwards, pulling the whole apparatus back through his legs. James Thomas cried out. 'Now eat!' He obliged licking her finger. 'Suck it!' He obliged again.

'Now I know you like playing with your arsehole so I am going to block that off. It is mine and no-one shall have access. This is going into your arse boy!' And from out of nowhere a black tapering dildo with a flat base at one end appeared in front of James Thomas's face. James Thomas fid enjoy playing with himself it was true. He had even experimented with carrots and courgettes, but he had never had the gall to invest in the professional equivalent. The dildo at its fattest was certainly twice the diameter of an average supermarket carrot. 'This is going to plug your dirty little arsehole. It is going to sit in there until I am satisfied. Do I make myself clear?'

'Yes' Said James Thomas. His cock and balls were above his anus again. 'Yes mistress.' The woman let them fall back into place with a swing that satisfied James Thomas.

Next James Thomas felt a liquid sensation running down from the top of his crack down through his parted cheeks over his anus and then drip off his perineum. He heard the fluid hit the wooden floor. It was lubricant.

James Thomas had felt the woman's finger before and again she gently eased it into his tight arsehole. His little pecker twitched as she did so and he contracted slightly around her finger. The woman slapped his right cheek with a flat bare hand and he relaxed his anal muscles. The woman repeated the entry, taking a little bit more gel each time. She turned her finger around in his anus coating it. She then probed deeper taking more gel. James Thomas was breathing deeply and heavily. He could not deny that he was enjoying this and he delicately tried to ease his cock against their ropes so that he could pleasure himself. The woman did not seem to mind his almost imperceptible gyrations and introduced a second finger. James Thomas gasped slightly at the surprise and felt the mild burn around the ring of muscle which left a pleasant tingling sensation as the pain subsided. Then the fingers were gone and he could feel his own anus dilated and coated in jelly.

James Thomas felt the unfamiliar hard plastic of the butt plug. It felt alien and strange but entirely erotic. This was penetration of sorts and he loved to feel his anus stimulated. The woman eased it in slowly, dripping more lubricant around the edges. Slowly she fed the device in and slowly James Thomas felt his arsehole consumed. Once the plug got larger than his usual carrot width he started to wriggle in his bonds. 'Slap' came another bare hand on his bare buttocks harder than before.

'Now you are going to take this to prove to me that you have some ounce of manliness in you. Let's not forget there is nothing between your legs to testify to it.' The woman pushed firmly but there was resistance and James Thomas cried out. 'Don't make me gaga your other end too' she said. But James Thomas could not bear it and he half-growled in discomfort. But he did not scream. He did not shout. Overwhelmingly now, he did not want this most intimate of his sexual experiences to end.

'Right.' The plug was removed hastily. And without warning a black rubber ball was in his mouth like a chomping bit fastened around his head. It rendered his jaw completely immobile and he dribbled out of his mouth as his protestations were muffled out. 'Now this is going straight in and no more moving!'

The butt plug was reintroduced to the entrance of his anus. This time there was little pause, the woman grabbed James's cock with one hand and squeezed hard, ramming the plug hard with the other, seemingly with her whole weight. James Thomas felt seconds of burning agony around his anus but after about half a minute it subsided. James Thomas had tears in his eyes but he felt a new delicious sensation that of being full-up. He clenched exploratorily around the plug. He could feel it hard and smooth against the swollen vessels of his perineum, at the base of his now semi-erect penis. Without stimulation, the insertion had the effect of slightly deflating his erection. But he was thrilled by the novelty of it, by the excitation of however many nerve fibres he did not realise he had.

'There. That is better. Much better.' The woman pulled on the rope around his balls and cock again, again letting the arrangement swing back to its resting position. She repeated this 4 or 5 times and James Thomas could feel himself grow hard again and could feel the end and inside of his erection swell against the hard object in his rectum. He felt he might ejaculate if the woman persisted. The woman sensed this and again wiped off his precum. The mouth gaga was removed.

'Taste your produce, your progeny, you filthy little cockles slut. Suck it all off.' And James Thomas did so. 'You're about to cum aren't you boy?'

'Yes mistress,' responded James Thomas.

'Well let me tell you that you are not going to cum today my boy. You are not going to squeeze your dirty little sperm out of my little toy there. That is bound and out of bounds. But I like to see you excited. Do you like to be excited?' The woman was on her haunches before him and let James Thomas and his eyes linger over her full breasts as they spilled over the top of her corset.

'Yes mistress.' James Thomas unconsciously licked his lip, partly to remove the dribble that had accumulated but partly out of pure erotic suggestion.

'And would you like to see more of me?'

'Yes mistress. Please mistress.' James Thomas was breathing heavily, almost panting with anticipation. The woman half-smiled and turned away from him. She walked away and James Thomas watched the perfect curves of her lower buttocks swing slightly pendulously, firm and smooth as they were. Suddenly she stopped. James Thomas felt his eyebrows raise reflexively again; he was sure he was flushing. The woman lifted her skirt and bent forwards. Beyond words, her moulded pale buttocks were pert and high, with such flawless skin that they seemed milky. The woman bent forwards to touch the ground. She reached back and put her hand back between her legs. James Thomas could see her perfectly smooth vagina, pink and neat, and he could feel his cock twitching uncontrollably and he sucked in his bottom lip. The woman spread her outer labia and slowly eased her middle finger into the glistening slit that was just visible. She eased the whole length in and James Thomas strained his neck to gain a better vantage.

The sound of gravel being spit up by car tyres sounded outside. The woman spun round as if nothing had just happened. She walked over towards the door.

'They have arrived.' She said.