PART ELEVEN:
I was her houseboy-slave almost two years prior to her taking a lover. She took over my submissive fantasy, made it completely hers. At first it was talking dirty when I'd service her. She started 'expanding' on that, got very cruel, teasing and dominant. She started checking out dominatrix websites too. After about six months she was a completely dominant woman, selfish and concerned with her sexual and domestic satisfaction.
The first time she brought up being with another man, other than teasing me with it when she still used what she called my 'little dick', or had me go down on her until she came, was after she flew into a rage about my house work duties. It was during what became real discipline, severe punishment sessions. She was taking complete control of me and her home...
She brings the thin black riding crop up between my legs, hits my balls and the crack of my rear at the same time.
'SNAP!'
I scream out. She ignores my cry, hits me again, harder.
'SNAP!'
"Let me say that again, you never, ever question me. Ever."
'SNAP!' She stares down at me. I start to sob...
"Please...please..." I cry hard.
I'm naked except for locking dog collar. It's padlocked to a ring in the wall, an eye-hook at waist level pulls my neck up to the wall. I'm kneeling, locked by a short 3" chain to the wall, on my knees with my butt pushed back toward her. My ankles are held apart by a two foot in length spreader bar, fastened at each end to leather ankle cuffs. My wrists are cuffed by leather cuffs to the same ring at my neck to the wall, pad locked.
"Mama's gonna get real serious now. Take you down here, spank your ass, give you something to think about. Let you see me dress in sexy heels, dominatrix stuff, you like that, don't you? You want to be my special little boy?"
She paces behind me.
"Up until now we've been fucking around playing at this. You get punished for being a bad little boy, but it's been fucking around. Until now, sissy." I feel fear as she paces quicker behind me.
"I'm some what frustrated. Tell you to clean the house; you don't. Get your dick hard by seeing me in a sexy outfit, all for your selfish jack-off fantasy. I tell you to fuck me. You don't, not like I need it anyway. I'm a very frustrated woman."
'SNAP, SNAP!' She hits me two quick and very painful times right directly in the crack of my ass. "You wanna play with me for real? Do you!?"
"Yes, Mam...oh, yes..."
'SNAP!'
"Then earn that privilege." She reaches down and puts her gloved hand on my rear. Feels the place she's going to hit. She takes her hand off of me, stands and whips me fifteen quick and hard strokes with her riding crop.
I start to cry loud, get almost hysterical, feel welts rise on my rear, the backs of my legs. I'm reeling on my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. And then it stops.
She drops the crop. Walks to a chair next to me, sits. She looks down at me. "Fuck, you piss me off! You little shit." She moves her face closer to me, leans forward can feel her breath, smell her perfume.
"It's really your choice, little boy. You spend time down here like this or you spend time doing what you're told to do and earning your rewards." She takes one glove off, reaches down and cups my balls and penis from behind; up between my legs. She rubs me gently. "Now, isn't that a lot more fun than a whipping?"
"Yes, Mam, yesssss." I can't stop crying, I answer her through the sobbing tears.
She's wearing tight black pants, a crisp white blouse, has her hair pulled back in a very severe bun style. She's wearing short black soft leather gloves and she has on 3" spike heel boots. It's her 'punishment outfit'. If I enter the house, see her dressed like this I go to the basement and wait for her, I strip and put my collar on, kneel. I know what's coming next. It's not about my sex fantasy. Today is different, never been whipped so severely before by her.
Stroking me, like milking me from behind, she pulls at my penis, pumps it. Starts to pump faster, runs the head of it through her hand. She giggles like a little girl.
"Ooooo, little hard dick in my hand." She pumps it, strokes it slowly, takes the tip of her finger and runs it over the head. She knows she drives me crazy when she does this, knows I'll do anything for her just have her touch it like this.
She takes her hand off of me, roughly pushes me out of her hand. She puts her glove back on. Picking up the riding crop, "I let you lick me, let you fuck me, let you put that sad little sissy thing in me. Let you cum all over me after a few minutes of rubbing it around on me! Do you know how fucking lucky you are?" She runs the tip of her boot up the crack of my rear. "Tell you to do something and you don't. I'm very upset with you, very!"
She stands and starts to whip my rear, outer thighs, up between my legs, very hard and very fast, all over. She watches as I squirm and jerk, try to avoid the blows. She whips my penis until it's completely soft, numb. My cries and screams are heard only by her. We are in the basement punishment room. She finishes, drops the crop onto the chair. Ignores my hysterics, my sobbing and begging, I am covered in welts and tears.
"Spoiled brat, I'm not happy with you. Some Mistresses, make their slaves do bathroom stuff. I don't do that with you. I treat you better than most. Don't I???"
I answer her, through sobs. She laughs. "You're lucky that stuff disgusts me, very lucky little boy, you have it made around her. You'll see." She walks to the stairs, "This is for your own good! I hope you appreciate the way I train you be a good husband."
"Yes, mam, I do." I hurry to respond, turn my head to her; cut her off in mid-sentence, "I do." I look to the floor.
I hear her laugh hard. "Well, I have to admit, it does get me a little wet to do this to you, so I do get something out of it too. Stripes on your red butt are kinda cute, it's a good look for you."
"Something else I should whip you for, made a mess in my panties because of you, I am all wet now. Bad boy!" I hear her giggle, turn away. I hear her go up the stairs and then she turns out the light. She ignores my sobbing, leaves me to cry in the total dark.
An hour later I hear her come down the stairs. She turns on trhe light, my eyes react to the pain. She's wearing a pink dress, her hair down soft against her shoulders. She has on pretty white summer sandals. She is made up perfectly, showered, smooth and soft. She looks like a pretty woman you'd see at the mall, in the park.
She walks across the basement room and sits next to me..."Now, did you learn your lesson?"
"Yes, Mistress...yes." I stare at the floor in front of me, tears dried on my face, taste the salt I my mouth. Tears dried down the front of me, wet tears still on the floor.
"Good. When I say all the housework, I mean all the fucking housework. When I say anything, I mean it, you listen. When you said you'd be my slave, did you think it was a game? It's not." She reaches down and unlocks my collar ring and wrists from the wall chain restraint. "I'm taking this submissive husband thing very seriously." She stares, "Unfasten your ankles, and get that stuff off. Leave your collar on, baby."
She watches as I undo my restraints. "Want to see how serious I am about all this?" She stands..."Let's go." She walks to the stairs. She does no wait for me. I hurry to catch up to her.
She stops at the stairs, let's me go up first, runs her hand up the welts on my rear. She watches my cheeks clench, burn to her touch, wince as I walk up the stairs. I feel her cup my left rear cheek with her hand, "Ooooo, you're very warm back here. I like that. That tells me you learned a lot today."
She takes the collar I'm still wearing, she pulls it with her hand. She takes me to the front door and pushes me away. "Get on your knees."
There is a pair of pants, a pair of shoes and a shirt tossed in a pile next to the door. I kneel at the door, look down at them.
"Listen. You can put on those clothes, walk out that door and be a free man, free of the dominant bitch you created. Remember when you came to me, begged me to play your submissive little fantasy game? Remember, honey? I do. And I did, I played with you, played YOUR game. Gave you lots to jack off to when I'm not around, so much so that your tiny little dick doesn't do much for me anymore. That's all about to change. Now I'm making it more than a fantasy, dear husband." She points to the door. "Leave. I dare you."
She stares at me. I look up at her.
"I don't want to leave. I don't. I want to be yours, want to be with you. I love you."
"And remember you said that. You walk out that door and I can guarantee you'll be back, begging in less than a day or two, 'please, please...take me back...please...make me the little sissy I am...please...play my submissive little sissy game, Mistress...please...'," She stares down at me. "Open the fucking door and leave, I dare you!"
"No Mam, I don't want to leave, want to be yours." I feel myself choke up, feel tears come back to my eyes.
