Disclaimer:  This is a work of PURE fiction.  Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purley coincidental!

“Thank-you Mistress,” he whispered hoarsely as I removed the gag from his mouth.  I loosened his wrist and ankle cuffs and he fell to the floor from the Saint Andrew’s cross he had been bound to only moments before.  He whimpered and I thought I saw tears on his cheeks.  I ran my fingers through his hair caressingly at first, but finally grabbing a handful of hair I pulled his head back so that I could whisper into his ear.

“Be careful what you ask for… in the future.” 

The wild look in his eyes told me that he knew exactly what I meant. 

He had come to me by way of a friend of mine who knew that my second job was training submissives.  He was just an average man with an average life; bored to tears and looking for something more.  He had tired of the bar and club scene and had turned to strip clubs and massage parlors, but nothing seemed to entertain him for long.  I had looked over his “application” briefly noting his interests.  He had never been to see a Domme before, and had little idea of what to expect.

In the world of BDSM there are Dommes and then there are Dommes.   Some Dommes charged outrageous fees and provided next to nothing.  Others provided not only what was requested, but what the customer REALLY wanted.  I was one of the latter Dommes.  My Domme friends told me that I was a natural at reading between the lines.  I usually just laughed and reminded them that I was a Scorpio.  Darkness and pain comes easily for us. 

He had seemed so confident sitting in my office signing the release form and joking casually.  I could see why he was a successful businessman.  He had excellent social skills and no doubt excellent management skills as well.  I had known that before the hour was up he would be completely stripped of his manhood and loving every minute of it. 

Once the paperwork was finished I took him to my dungeon.  I showed him the implements I intended to use on him and explained what would happen.  I could see him raise an eyebrow in skepticism.  I told him to remove his clothing, fold and lay them on the table provided, and wait for me.  I gave him fifteen minutes to ponder his fate surrounded by leather and steel.

I have found that waiting can be a terrible form of torture, especially for a man who has never ventured into the darkness before.  To stand naked amid whips, chains, floggers, and other implements of torture and not know exactly what to expect takes a toll on the mind.  Suddenly, Mr. Bored Businessman was no longer thinking about things at the office, snarled traffic, the late mortgage payment, or his last cholesterol test. 

When I entered he was fingering one of my leather floggers.  What a stroke of luck!  I immediately berated him for daring to touch my things without my permission in a voice that caused his eyes to widen and his face to turn pale.  I ordered him to his knees.  A moment of hesitation on his part was followed by a moment of outrage on mine.  He learned very quickly that when a Domme orders you to fall to your knees you do not hesitate.  In a moment the leather flogger was in my hand and the falls were connecting repeatedly with his back.

He whimpered and I smiled as I stood tall over his kneeling form.  In rapid succession I informed him of what an unworthy worm he was, how his co-workers would be disgusted if they found out he had been whipped like an animal, and laughed at how hard his cock was.  I circled him slowly like a vulture looking for the tastiest bite; my high heels clicking loudly on the floor.  He had only paid for an hour, but it was MY time and I could keep this pathetic little BDSM virgin as long as I wanted.  What fun!

“Do you feel important Mr. Bored Businessman?  Hmmm?  You are nothing but dirt under my heels!  In fact, let my wipe the dirt from my heels on your back!  You’re barely fit to be a doormat for me!”  I traced the heel of my shoe down the length of his back leaving a long scratch. 

“You’re just another asshole in the business world aren’t you?”  I leaned down to whisper in his ear as my finger connected with his anus.  “You’re just another asshole to me too!”  I heard his shocked sudden intake of breath as I pushed my finger into his ass.  “Oooooh, you must like that!  Your little cock just twitched!  What a pathetic little cock it is.  Do you get to use it on women much?  I’d imagine they take one look at it and laugh you right out of their beds!”  His cock twitched again.

“Would you like to stroke it now,” I asked sweetly, as I massaged it.   I waited until he smiled and said, “Yes Ma’am.”

“Well, you can’t!”  I stood swinging the flogger against his back.  “You aren’t here to beat your meat!  You’re here because you were bored with your life and you wanted a little something more.  Well, I AM that something more!”  Another stroke of the flogger connected with his back.  I squatted and whispered in his ear, “A whole LOT more!”

I trailed the falls of my flogger down his back watching his now erect cock twitch repeatedly.  I took his cock in my hand and squeezed while he groaned.  I massaged his cock until I heard him moan loudly.

“I have something special planned for you my dear,” I whispered threateningly, and I heard him groan again.

I retrieved my wrist and ankle cuffs from the pegboard and fitted them to his arms and legs as he trembled.  I realized he would need a gag as well, and fitted a ball gag into his mouth.

“There now!  You’re all set!”  I saw the questioning look in his eyes and smiled mischievously.  Virgins were SO much fun!  I reached down and took hold of his ear and ordered him to his feet.  I led him over to the Saint Andrew’s cross.  “Wouldn’t you love for me to strap you to that and flog you some more?”  His eyes widened.  “Well, you’ll have to beg for that privilege.  You aren’t’ worthy of being put on my cross!” 

I drug him across the room and made him kneel on a mat on the floor while I attached his wrist and ankle cuffs to chains mounted on the wall.  I grabbed his cock and squeezed as I looked into his eyes, “Do you feel bored now Mr. Businessman?”  He shook his head no vigorously, and I smiled.  “I thought not.” 

I began to peel off my black lace thong and his eyes widened again.  “My, my, you little slut!  You act like you haven’t seen a pussy in a while!  Has it been that long?  Not getting enough action?  Well, I have the remedy for that!”  I shoved my shaved pussy into his face and commanded him to service me forcing his head back against the wall.  No matter that he had a ball gag in his mouth, he could still stimulate me.  After all, it didn’t matter if he enjoyed it or not!

I laughed as he began to drool all over my pussy, using the ball part of the gag to stimulate my clit.  What torture to be able to smell and taste it but not be able to enjoy it!  I laughed again viciously as he used his chin and nose to stimulate me.  Within minutes he was rubbing his whole face against my pussy wishing he could spit that ball gag out. 

“How pathetic!  I’ve never had a man so inept before!  Did you actually think that I would get off on that?”  He hung his head and whimpered as I took a step back.  “Maybe you just need more practice.”  He nodded vigorously.  I smiled and stepped back in front of him.  “Well, you’re not worthy of any more practice!”  His face fell.

I left him sagging against the wall trying to catch his breath and walked back across the room.  I found my small butt plug and lubed it for his anus.

“Do you want me to let you out of those chains?”  He nodded.  “Well, you will have to be a good boy and take a butt plug first.  Do you know what a butt plug is?”  His eyes widened and he nodded his head yes.  “Well then, here you go.”  I inserted the butt plug and stood up waiting for it to fall back out. 

“What the fuck?  You are hopeless!  You can’t even keep a small butt plug in your ass?  I can’t let you out of those chains then.  I guess you will just have to stay there all night.”  He shook his head no urgently.

I walked away pretending not to hear his struggles, grunts, and groans, and retrieved a leather device specially designed to hold butt plugs in place. 

“I suppose I could use this harness to keep the butt plug in place, and then I could let you out of those chains.”  He nodded and smiled looking relieved.  I fitted the harness to his body, and the butt plug back into place, then released him from the chains, and snapped his wrists together behind his back.  He sank gratefully to his knees.

“Now, I guess you are wondering how you are going to earn your way out of all of that.”  I sat down on a nearby stool and tapped my foot on the floor.  Recognition of his predicament set in slowly.  He was bound with his hands behind his back, a ball gag in his mouth, and a butt plug in his ass.  How WAS he going to get out of that?

He looked at me pleadingly.  “Well, you will have to earn your way out.  There’s no other way.”  He looked pathetically hopeless.

“Are you willing to earn your way out of here?”  He raised an eyebrow at me.  “Fine then, you can sleep on the floor and I’ll check on you in the morning.”  I got up and stalked across the room only to hear him trying to call to me through the gag.  I turned and regarded him.

“Change your mind?”  He nodded enthusiastically.  “You’re sure you want to earn your way out of my dungeon?”  More energetic nodding.  “Ok then, on your feet pussy boy!”  I hauled him to his feet and across the room to the Saint Andrew’s cross.  He struggled against me, and I turned to look at him. 

“It’s the only way out for you.   If you had been able to hold that butt plug in place without the harness you could have avoided this.”   I could see the war raging within him.  “I’m not going to waste my time on you.  Do you want to spend the night in this gear or go home?”  He looked defeated as he mumbled something that sounded like “Moahm.”  I led him to the cross for his punishment.

To his credit he took it well for a virgin, but then I was using one of my soft floggers on his back and ass.  When he began to sag against his wrist restraints I removed the butt plug, telling him what a good boy he was.  When he stopped whimpering and twisting after each stroke of the flogger I knew he was finished. 

I regarded the lilly white crumpled form in the floor with lash marks across his back and ass, and smiled sadistically.  His lack of tan and ample ass and belly told me he hadn’t stepped away from his desk job for a long time and didn’t exercise regularly. 

“On your feet you fat-assed bitch boy!”  I said as I applied one more lash to his already blistered back.

I saw his hands tremble as he struggled to get to his feet.  His knees buckled and he fell to the floor again.  I was not surprised.  I stood looking down at him.

“You pathetic piece of shit!  What a waste of my time!”  I smiled as I saw him cringe in anticipation of yet another blow.  “Put your clothes on and get out of my dungeon,” I commanded.  “I’m through wasting my time with you!”  I turned and walked out of the dungeon and back to my office.  It had been a good session.  I poured myself a glass of wine and propped my feet up on the desk.  As I was thinking how good life was I heard an insignificant scratching at the door.  I turned to see Mr. Bored Businessman at my threshold.  He looked exhausted and pale.

“Yes,” I asked, “you wanted something more?”

“Well Ma’am…I was wondering…I mean…I wanted to ask if…perhaps I could make another appointment.”

He had been here before so he knew what was expected of him.  He quickly signed the release form with a trembling hand and handed it to me.  I smiled at the way his hand trembled and the beads of perspiration on his forehead.  This was only his second time so he was still a relative virgin at this.  Still, he had shown a remarkable tolerance for pain the last time he was here, so this might prove to be an interesting evening. 

He had already paid his fee so there was nothing left to do but take him to the dungeon and have my way with him.  I smiled wickedly as I thought about what I had in mind for him tonight.  Unless I was reading him completely wrong he was going to become a regular customer of mine.  It was clear that he was anticipating and eventful evening.

“Are you ready?”  I asked in a melodic voice.

His eyes lifted briefly and nearly met mine, then lowered again.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Follow me.”

I led him to the dungeon which looked different than the last time he had been here.  I had made some improvements and added more furniture.  He immediately noticed the changes, his eyes moving around the room taking it all in. 

“Take off your clothes, fold them and put them on the table.”

“Yes Ma’am,” came his meek reply.

When he was naked I ordered him to kneel on the floor.  He did so without any hesitation, apparently having learned his lesson the last time he had been to see me.  This pleased me and I regarded his bent frame.  I slowly circled him letting my heels clack loudly on the floor.  Clearly he needed to shed a few pounds, and I poked my crop against his flabby midsection.

“You need to lose weight.  How often do you work out?”

“I don’t work out at all Ma’am.”

Visions of a single man zoning out in front of the TV while downing a six pack of beer filled my mind.

“You need to start working out and lose some weight if you want to continue seeing me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Get up,” I commanded.  “You’re a lazy, fat slob.  You’re not worthy of serving me.  I should throw you out until you lose some of that flab.”

“Oh, Mistress pleeeeease…”  His face portrayed the absolute anguish he felt at the thought of being sent away.

“Shut-up! You’re going to have to earn everything you get!  Understand me?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said bowing his head.

I buckled wrist cuffs onto his arms and grabbed a handful of his hair.  He gasped as I led him to a spreader bar dangling from the ceiling.  I quickly attached the wrist cuffs to it and left him there to contemplate what might follow.  I picked up my leather crop and began to circle him slowly once more.

“You have a lot to learn Mr. Bored Businessman, and we may as well get started with your training right away.  Since you are back for a second session I assume that you will be back for a third and so on.  I always name the little sluts that come to visit me on a regular basis.  I must find a suitable name for you as well.  How about Dee-Dee?  I rather like that name for you.” 

“Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered under his breath.

“Excuse me?  What did you say? It almost sounded like you said ‘thank you mistress for giving me a pet name’ but I could be wrong…so please, do speak up and say it a little louder.”

His rolled his eyes and I immediately struck his ass with my crop.  He yelped loudly.

“You did NOT just roll your eyes at me did you?  DID YOU?” I screamed at him.

“NO MA’AM, NO MA’AM, NO - I“

“Now you are lying about rolling your eyes at me!  What a fake little bastard you are!  YOU must be taught some manners!”

I struck his ass repeatedly with the crop as he wailed with every stroke swinging ever so slightly from the spreader bar.  I stopped briefly to regard my handiwork.  Yes, his ass was a bright red and would soon show bruising.  A good start, but not pleasing enough for me by a long shot.

I lay aside the crop and picked up my leather flogger.  He whimpered and tried to swing his body around away from me.

“Oh, I’m soooo sorry little boy.  There is no way around it.  You are going to have to be punished.  First off, you do not seem to be very grateful that I chose to give you a pet name, second you were VERY disrespectful to roll your eyes at me, and third you lied to my face.  NOT a very good way to treat a Mistress now is it?”

“N-n-no Ma’am.”

“No indeed, it isn’t.  It won’t be tolerated, and the sooner you learn that the better.”

I retrieved the leather harness and butt plug, and with less care than the previous time I fitted the butt plug into place and buckled the harness around his body.

I began to flog him quickly finding my rhythm and criss-crossing his back with strokes.  He didn’t cry out at first, but after five full minutes he began to whimper.  After ten minutes he began to moan under his breath, still keeping his mouth shut.  After fifteen minutes his back began to show signs of a serious flogging and he began to cry out each time a blow landed on his back. 

I put the flogger aside and reached down and fondled his rock hard cock.

“You really like being punished don’t you?”  I said sweetly.  “Look at that little cock!  It’s rock hard!  Too bad it’s too small for me to really do anything with it.  My dildo is bigger than what you have!”  I laughed sadistically.

I heard him gasp as I started absentmindedly massaging his cock. 

“In fact, it won’t be long before you get to see my dildo, because I’m going to be sliding it up your ass real soon!  Such a good little ass boy you will make too!  That ass of yours was made to take a dildo, wasn’t it?”

He didn’t answer, so I grabbed a handful of hair.

“Wasn’t it?” I demanded as I jerked his head back.

“Yes Ma’am!”

“When I ask you a question from now on you had better answer me!  You little slut!”  I yelled.

“Yes Ma’am!”

I detached his wrist and ankle cuffs from the spreader bar, and grabbed his hair again.

“YOU owe me an apology don’t you?  On your knees bitch!”

He fell to his knees and bowed his head low as I placed a high heeled foot on his back to press him down even lower.  He moaned as the pressure from my shoe reminded him of the flogging he had just received.

“Let’s see how good you are at apologizing.  One, you apologize for rolling your eyes at me, and two you apologize for lying to me.  Then, you thank me for giving you a pet name.  If you do not please me I will throw you out of my dungeon and you will not be allowed to EVER come back!  Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am!”

I stood over him waiting like the supreme Goddess that I knew myself to be.  He was a slow learner, but I confess, it was more fun that way!

“Mistress, I am soooo very sorry that I was disrespectful and rolled my eyes at you.  I won’t EVER do that again I promise, and I’m VERY sorry that I lied to you.  I should NEVER, EVER, EVER lie to you.  And thank you soooo much for giving me a pet name.”

I waited a few moments to make him sweat it out.

“That’s it?  That’s all you can think of to say?  How pathetic!”

I walked around his crumpled form observing my handiwork on his back and ass and smiled.  He looked good dressed in welts! 

“You are not worthy to lick the dirt off my feet!  You know that?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Do you want to kiss my pretty feet?”

“Ohhhhh yes Ma’am, I would love to kiss your feet!”

“It doesn’t sound like it!  Can’t you beg any better than that?”

“Ohhhhh Ma’am, I would loooooove to kiss your feet.  I would looooooove to show my devotion to you by licking your feet with my tongue…”

I began tapping my foot on the floor.

“You can’t apologize OR beg worth a damn!  What the fuck are you good for?”

I walked across the room and sat down in my comfy chair crossing my legs and kicking my shoes off.

“Get your ass over here!”  I commanded.

He sprang to his feet and I thundered, “NO!  I didn’t give you permission to stand!  You can crawl across the floor like the dog that you are!”

He dropped back to his knees and crawled across the floor to me.

“Look at you!  You worthless worm!  Crawling around on the floor like a dog!  Make yourself useful and lick my foot clean of all the dirt and sweat on it!”

He began enthusiastically kissing and licking my foot.  I picked up the newspaper from the nearby table and began to read.   I allowed him to service my foot for about 15 minutes, and then crossed my legs in the opposite direction so that he could service my other foot.  He was just starting to enjoy it when I made him stop.  He was no longer on his hands and knees like a dog, but kneeling again.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?  I told you to serve me while on your hands and knees!  I did NOT tell you that you could kneel!  You’re not only a flabby slob, but stupid too!  You can’t even follow simple directions!” 

He cringed at my anger, as I put my shoes back on.  I reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled him to his feet.

“I know what YOU need little boy!  YOU need something that will help you listen to what you are told to do!”

I fitted him with a blindfold.

“Now, let’s see how well you can follow directions!”

I started giving him directions for moving around the room without being able to see.  Several times he ran into things, barked his shins, and bruised his arms, chest, and face.  After 20 minutes of this he began to slow down and really listen to what I was telling him.  Once he did, he stopped running into things. 

I walked over to him and whispered into his ear, “Congratulations, you just earned your way out of that blindfold.”

Before I removed it I decided to have some fun with him.  I grabbed a handful of hair and shoved him hard up against the wall.  I started to kiss him deeply and passionately, and took hold of his cock again.  It was throbbing hard against my hand.  I kissed him and massaged his cock until he began to moan.  Then, I removed his blindfold.

“Did you think I was going to jerk you off?  Just like that?  Hu?” “You filthy slut!”  I said slapping his face.  “Do you honestly think this is all about YOU and what YOU want?  Get down on your knees!”

He immediately fell to his knees and bowed his head trembling.  How I loved to see a man tremble before me.  It was so delicious.

“Your time is almost up, and you’re still wearing that harness and butt plug.  How are you going to earn your way out of it this time? Hmmmm?”

“I don’t know Ma’am.  However you say.”

I walked around him letting him wonder what I was going to do to him next.  The welts on his back were still red and swollen, and he showed some bruising on his ass.  I smiled knowing that he would feel those for several days.  Still, no lasting damage was done to him, and he was a better man for having endured my lash.

“I know!” I said enthusiastically, “how about if you show me how well you can Worship in Heaven!”

I knew he didn’t have a clue as to what I was talking about, and I relished that fact.  I’m such a sadistic bitch.

“Follow me!”  I walked back over to my chair, and to his credit he crawled over on his hands and knees.

‘Damn!’ I thought to myself, he’s learning much too fast!

“Come here my little puppy dog, I have something I want you to do for me.” I said sweetly.

He crawled closer, and I gestured at my thong.

“Be a good little puppy and pull these off of me with your teeth.”

It took him a few minutes to figure out how to use his lips and teeth to get the thong off of me without biting me.  He pulled and struggled to get them down; first one side and then the other.  Finally, they dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them.  Once they were off, I sat down in my chair and scooted my ass as close to the edge as I could.

“Now then, little boy…you have my permission to Worship in Heaven.  Bring that tongue of yours here and show me how much you loooooove to worship your Goddess.” I said gesturing toward my pussy.

It finally dawned on him what I wanted him to do, and he jumped to do my bidding enthusiastically.  I could see that his cock was rock hard again, and knew how badly he needed to cum.  I let him service me long enough to know that he wasn’t half bad at it, but certainly not good enough for me to climax any time soon.  I sighed knowing that he was going to need a LOT of practice at this!

“STOP!” I roared at him, and he immediately bowed himself to the floor at my feet in fear of what I might do to him next.  Delicious. 

“You are truly pathetic!  I don’t know WHAT you think you are doing but whatever it is it’s NEVER going to get me off!  It seems that you simply can’t do anything right!  I don’t know what I’m going to do with you!”

He seemed to know that was his cue to beg for my forgiveness, “Mistress, I’m soooo sorry, I haven’t done a whole lot of this, and I-“

“Shut-up!  I have no more time to spend with you tonight.  I’m tired of trying to train you properly and sick of having you screw up.” 

I reached down and unbuckled the leather harness, and let it fall to the floor.  I removed the butt plug from his ass, and picked up the leather harness.

“Put your clothes on and leave.  I’m not willing to waste any more of my time on you tonight.”

I stalked out of the dungeon leaving him cold, and empty, and alone, and knew he would be back for more. 

Sweet Dee-Dee was back for his third session with me, and by now he knew the routine; pay the fee, sign the release form, go to the dungeon, strip naked, and kneel.  He was kneeling and waiting for my pleasure when I walked into the dungeon.  His head and back were properly bowed in submission and I smiled wickedly. 

“Did my sweet little boy miss me over the last couple of weeks?” I asked in a syrupy voice, caressing his shoulder with my crop as I walked around his kneeling form.  The sound of my heels clacking on the floor echoed through the dungeon. 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Did you do what I told you and start working out?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I’ve been working out three times a week for the last several weeks.”

“Good boy!  I’m very pleased with you.”

I couldn’t help but notice that he was both blushing and grinning.  It would most likely be the last time all evening he would hear me praise him, so I let him relish it for a few moments.   I selected a slightly larger butt plug for him this time, and lubed it up.

“I’m SO pleased in fact that I’m going to reward you by letting you wear a larger butt plug than the last two times you were here!”

“Thank-you, Ma’am.”

“Bow down and put your head on the floor so I can reach your lovely ass.”

He lowered his head to the floor and I squatted behind him, caressing his butt cheeks with my hand.  I could see his cock was already hard, and reached down to stroke it.  It throbbed hotly against my palm as I massaged his precum around the head of his cock.  When he began to moan I pulled my hand away.

“You have such a lovely ass,” I said as I parted his cheeks.  I eased the butt plug into his ass and heard him gasp at the new larger size.  I smiled knowing he was going to be very uncomfortable tonight.  “I can hardly wait to use my strap-on in your sweet ass.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I stood up and walked back around in front of him.  He made such a sweet picture bowing at my feet.  I placed one of my high heels on his back.

“Don’t you want to kiss my feet and show me how grateful you are Dee-Dee?” 

“Ohhhhh yes Ma’am!  You are soooooo goooooood to me to allow me to wear a larger butt plug Ma’am!  May I pleeeeeeease kiss your feet to show you how grateful I am?  Pleeeeeease?”

I removed my foot from his back and stood in front of him.  My feet were mere inches from his face.  Had I wanted to I could have kicked him in the face for such poor begging, but I had to admit he was begging slightly better than he had before. 

“You are still pathetic at begging you stupid dog!”  I walked away and retrieved my flogger.  “You are going to have to learn to beg better than that!”

“Yes, Ma’am.  I’m sure I just need to try harder.”

“HA!  I’m sure you just need more motivation!  Now, worship my feet you little bitch!  Show me how grateful you are for all I’ve done for you!”

He began to kiss and lick my feet, and I began striking his back with my flogger.  Thus began a vicious cycle.  The harder I struck him, the more enthusiastically he kissed and licked my feet.  The more enthusiastic he was, the harder I struck him.  After ten minutes it was hard to tell who was enjoying this more, me or him.  His cock was rock hard and my thong was soaking wet. 

“You enjoy this WAAAY too much you little bitch!”  I heard him murmur against my feet as I struck him again, and again.   I finally had to stop when several of the falls broke free from my flogger.  I admired a sub who could withstand the full force of one of my floggings. 

“Stop!”  I gasped as I stepped back.  He groveled and whimpered at my feet, and I admired his back.  It was criss-crossed in a latticework of welts, cuts, and bruises.  I flung the flogger across the dungeon and it landed against the far wall and fell to the floor with a thud.  I was covered in sweat and breathing hard and I could feel the blood singing through my veins. 

“On your feet!” I screamed at him.

He quickly jumped to his feet and I grabbed him by the hair pulling his head back.  I led him backwards to the wall and shoved him against it, grabbing his cock with my other hand.  I started kissing him passionately, shoving my tongue into his mouth.  His cock throbbed and twitched and then spurted cum all over the both of us.  I smeared cum all over his face and then grabbed his chin firmly.

“Did I give you permission to cum you filthy slut?  Did I?” I whispered into his ear. 

He whimpered, “No Ma’am you didn’t.”

“Filthy slut!” I screamed at him, “Look at what you’ve done to me!  You’ve gotten me dirty!  How dare you!”   I turned his chin loose and slapped his face hard. 

“On your knees you nasty, filthy bitch!  Clean it up!  All of it!  Lick that nasty shit off my corset!” 

He knelt immediately and began licking my corset clean.  I grabbed his hair and forced his face into the cold cum on my body, forcing him to lick it off.  He was shaking so hard he could barely remain upright.  When he was finished, I shoved him to the floor, and walked away.

“You are disgusting!”  I picked up a sharpie marker and walked back over to him.  “You NEVER, EVER, EVER cum unless I give you permission.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am.  I’m very sorry,” he whimpered

“Shut-up you filthy piece of garbage!  Stand up!”

He struggled to his feet and stood swaying in front of me.  I’m sure he was very afraid of what I would do to him for his transgression.  I pulled the cap off the sharpie marker and reached for his cock.  Unbelievably his cock started to get hard again. 

“Look at you!  You just can’t get enough can you?   You’re just a filthy little slut!”  I wrote the words “filthy slut” on his cock. 

“What you did was disgusting!”  Then, I wrote the word “disgusting” on the left side of his cock.

“I can’t believe you made me so dirty!”  Finally, I wrote the word “dirty” on the right side of his cock.

I put the cap back on the sharpie and put it back on the table.  I reached for the wrist and ankle cuffs, and quickly buckle them into place on his arms and legs.  I grabbed a fistful of hair and drug him over to my “bench.” 

“Lean over!” I commanded.  He leaned over on his belly and I fastened the wrist and ankle restraints to the legs of the bench.  I’m sure he was expecting a hard spanking, but that was not what I had in mind.

I retrieved my strap-on and buckled it into place, and then selected the slimmest dildo that I had.  It was slim enough to use on a virginal ass and not do any damage.  I fitted it into place and walked back over to the now wary sub on my bench. 

“You’re about to find out what happens to little sluts who cum without permission.”  I walked around in front of him.  “You see this?  This is what I use to teach little cum sluts like you to hold back!”  His eyes widened and he began to tremble.

“Open your mouth.”  I commanded.  His lips trembled as I pressed the dildo against them.  He obediently opened his mouth and I slid the dildo inside. 

“Suck on it.”  I ordered, and he dutifully began to suck on it.  “C’mon, suck on it like you mean it.  That’s right.  Just like you would like me to be sucking on your cock!  C’mon, you can do better than that.  Suck on it like you want me to cum.”  I made him suck on it for a full five minutes; until I was sure his jaw was sore and tired, and then I made him stop.

“Now then, you’ve got me all lubed up and I’m ready for your ass!”  I saw him start shaking all over as I walked behind him.  I eased the butt plug out of his ass, and applied lube to the dildo.  Holding his ass cheeks open I slid the dildo up his ass and listened to his sudden intake of breath.  I could feel his body tense up under my hands as he expected me to hurt him badly.

“Relax little ass boy.  This won’t hurt a bit.”  I whispered into his ear, and felt him relax a bit as I slowly slid the dildo in and out of his ass.  I reached down and grasped his cock and sure enough it was rock hard again.  I stroked it a few times and let go, applying myself to fucking his ass. 

“That’s my little ass boy,” I sighed softly, fucking him nice and easy.  “Such a sweet little ass you have.  It was just made for my strap-on.  Ummmmmm, you take it sooooo well.  I knew the minute you walked through my door that you wanted it up your ass really badly.  Didn’t you?  You sweet fuck sack.”  I leaned into him and drove the dildo deep into his ass and he gasped.  I started to get excited again, looking at his back still criss-crossed with welts.  I couldn’t resist caressing those lovely welts as I fucked his sweet ass.

I fucked him slow and easy for about ten minutes and then I started to feel his body tense up once more.  I grabbed his ass and pulled completely out feeling him shudder beneath me.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson haven’t you?”  I said removing the strap-on.

“Yes Ma’am.”  He murmured.

“From now on you won’t cum unless I give you permission, isn’t that right?”  I carried the strap-on, butt plug, and lube back to the dungeon table.

“Oh, yes Ma’am.”

I walked back across the room and loosened his ankle and wrist restraints.

“I know you will be a good boy next time, won’t you?  Stand up now, and turn around.”

He stood up and turned to face me with his head hanging in complete humiliation and submission.  I placed a hand on each side of his face and tilting his face up toward me, I kissed him softly.

“Get dressed and go home my little ass boy,” I whispered.  “There’s nothing more I require of you tonight.”

His eyes sparkled with welled up tears as I forced him to look me in the eye.  I slowly turned and left the room, knowing that he could find his own way out. 

I have to admit my newest client was growing on me.  Most of my clients came to me wanting only one thing and that was whatever their kink happened to be.  Some were really into pain, and only wanted to be beaten, caned, or flogged.  Others only wanted to be my puppy for the evening.  Still others just wanted to worship my feet.  Dee-Dee on the other hand was slowly becoming one of my favorites.  He seemed to like it all, and no matter what I did to him, he enjoyed it.  That made him more interesting and fun for me to play with.  I had taken delight in taking away his kink virginity, and he had paid me handsomely to do it for him!

He had called me on Monday asking for another appointment with me, and we had agreed on a regular time to meet each week.  He had insisted that this was fulfilling him in ways he had not ever thought he could be fulfilled.  I had known that it would after one glance at his “application.”  Having steady reliable clients made me very happy.  Being able to use them, flog them, and fuck them in the ass made me even happier. 

Tonight was a special occasion.  I had asked Dee-Dee to take me out for dinner and drinks tonight instead of our usual dungeon playtime.  He had hemmed and hawed and been unwilling to do so, probably fearing that he wouldn’t get his kink fix.  Little did he know that this was going to be another of those surprisingly fulfilling nights. 

He was ten minutes early, and that was right on time.  One of the first things my clients learned was to be “on time.”  If you were early you were on time, if you were on time, you were late!  I waited for him to knock on my office door, and when he did I opened the door and greeted him. 

“Good evening Dean.  So good of you to take me out.”  I breezed out the door and closed it behind me, leading the way to his car.

“Good evening Ma’am, my pleasure.”  He murmured, his eyes downcast.

I waited for him to open the car door for me, and slid into the passenger seat.  He got in and started the car.  He pulled into traffic driving toward the restaurant we had agreed on.  I told him that I had changed my mind and wanted to go to a different restaurant as I applied lipstick.  He asked me where I wanted to go, and I told him.  This required him to turn the car around to drive back across town.  Traffic was heavy, so this took him some time.  I complained about the car not being clean enough, and ordered him to have it cleaned properly next time.  I complained about his driving, and that it was taking far too long to get to the restaurant.  I berated him about his lack of courtesy to the other drivers when he started swearing at them.  He kept stealing glances at me from the corner of his eye as my dress rode up my thigh to reveal that I was wearing thigh highs and a garter belt.  All of this was carefully orchestrated of course.  I had done this a time or two before with some of my other clients, and had enjoyed it immensely. 

We were nearing the restaurant when I reached over and began stroking his cock through his pants.  It responded immediately; springing to attention.  I continued playing with it as he circled the parking lot looking for a place to park.  Once we were parked I pulled out a hot pink lace thong and handed it to him.

“Put that in your pocket, and once we are seated you are to go into the bathroom and put that on and bring me your underwear.  Do you understand me?”

His eyes bulged at the thong he was holding, “Yes Ma’am.” 

He stuffed the thong into his pocket and got out of the car.  He held the door for me as I got out of the car, and I led the way to the restaurant.  He held the door for me and I went in, walking right up to the hostess.  I informed her of my name and what seating I would require.  She showed us to a table and placed menus before us, informing us that a waitress would be along shortly. 

I looked straight at Dean and said, “Now would be a good time for you to go to the bathroom darling.  You know what you have to do.”

He bowed his head and said, “Yes Ma’am,” and left the table in search of the men’s restroom.  I silently collected his menu, and smiled.  Within minutes of his leaving a waitress had arrived to take our orders.  I ordered drinks for us and asked her to give us a few more minutes to peruse the menu.  Of course, I already knew what I was going to have, and I fully intended to order for Dean as well.  He came back just as the waitress arrived with our drinks.

“Please do sit down Dean, don’t stand there looking so foolish.”

He blushed and sat down, and the waitress placed our drinks on the table for us.  She looked at Dean and asked if we were ready to order.

“Yes indeed, I will have the shrimp fettuccini alfredo with garden salad, and please substitute cottage cheese for the dressing.”

“Yes Ma’am,” the waitress replied turning to Dean, “and what will you have sir?”

Dean blushed bright red.  He had not had a chance to see the menu, and in fact there was no menu in front of him to even look at.  His eyes met mine, and I smiled viciously.  Dean’s napkin had suddenly developed a bulge under it. 

“My little Dee-Dee will have an order of lasagna and a garden salad with cottage cheese.  Thank-you.”

The waitress took the menus that I was holding out to her, grinned slightly, raised an eyebrow, stole a glance at Dean, and said that she would be right out with our salads.  I looked at Dean and could see that his face was still a bright red, and he was looking at the napkin in his lap. 

“Don’t you have something for me dear?”  I asked sweetly.

“I…well…I…uh…you want me to give them to you now?” He seemed stunned that I would ask for them.

I smiled wickedly, “Yes of course I do!  Hand them over!”

He stole glances to his left and right, and I’m sure he was hoping that no one would see as he pulled his black underwear out of his pocket.  He reached down under the table quickly, trying to hand them to me.  I laughed at his silly efforts.

“No dear, hand them to me please,” I said as I held out my hand expectantly over the table.

He had no choice but to pull his hand from under the table and place his underwear in my outstretched hand.  I smiled again as I held them up for inspection with both hands.  They were clean and serviceable with no stains, tears, or rips.  He bowed his head and I’m sure he was quite humiliated.  He was also still quite turned on I noticed.

“Very nice,” I said still smiling, putting them in my purse.  Seconds later our waitress arrived with our salads.  I thanked her, and began eating.  I had to encourage Dean to eat his.

“C’mon Dee-Dee, eat your salad.  It’s good for you.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he said sheepishly and began to munch on his salad.  I began chatting to him about the weather, and my vacation plans for next year.  He started to relax and by the time our salads were done he was no longer blushing.  I fished into my purse and pulled out a medium butt plug.  I handed it to him across the table, and he quickly tucked it under his napkin and into his pocket.

“Be a good boy and go to the bathroom and take care of that for me, won’t you?”

“You want me to do that HERE?”  He asked incredulously.

“Of course!” I said brightly.  “It would please me very much!”

He quietly laid his napkin aside and asked, “What should I use for lube?”

“Oh!  Here you are!”  I handed over a small sample tube of lube, and he glanced sideways tucking it into his other pants pocket. 

“I want you to go now Dee-Dee, before our main courses get here.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he said as he got up to leave.

A few minutes later he returned to the table and sat down carefully in his chair.  He kept stealing glances at the other patrons wondering if they could see that we were different from them.

“Dee-Dee, you look so ‘tight.’  You really should loosen up a little!”  I activated the wireless remote control in my pocket for the butt plug Dee-Dee had just inserted, and watched as he jumped in his chair as it began to vibrate in his ass.  He blushed bright red as the waitress arrived with our main courses.  She had heard what I had said of course, but had no idea what I had meant by it.  To her he was indeed acting a bit uptight, and needed to loosen up.

“Would you like me to bring you both another drink?” She said, this time looking directly at me.

“Yes, I think that would be lovely, but don’t bring another one for Dee-Dee.  He can’t hold his liquor like he used to.”

“Yes Ma’am,” she said, and left to fetch me another drink. 

I turned the vibrator off, and watched as Dee-Dee relaxed and his napkin fell to the floor.  He retrieved his napkin and I turned the vibrator back on again.  He flinched again in surprise, but managed to fold his napkin over his fully erect cock.  We ate quietly after the waitress brought me my second drink and I reached under the table and brushed his leg with my foot.

“This is delicious isn’t it dear?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he replied knowing full well that I wasn’t referring to the food.

I let the vibrator run for a while, and then turned it off.  Dee-Dee relaxed visibly, and ate in silence with his eyes on his plate.  Had we been in a BDSM club I would have had him eating at my feet, preferably off the floor and naked.

When we were finished eating, I had the waitress bring our check.  When he didn’t whip his wallet right out it gave me the opportunity to reprimand him again. 

“Be a good boy Dean and pay the nice waitress,” I scolded as I activated the vibrator on the butt plug again.

He pulled out his wallet, wincing as he shifted his weight and wiggled the butt plug in his ass.  He handed the waitress a credit card, and I spoke up telling her to be sure and add a 20% tip for herself.  She smiled widely and nodded, as Dean hung his head. 

“Don’t  worry dearest,” I said to him “this won’t cost you any more than what you usually pay me.” 

The waitress returned with his credit card and a receipt for him to sign.  Much to his relief he saw that I had told the truth.  The bill was only slightly more than what he usually paid me.

With that taken care of I turned the vibrator off again and we exited the restaurant and he drove me back to my office.  When we were a mile or so away I spoke up.

“That was lovely Dee-Dee, we should do that again sometime.”

“Yes Ma’am, we should.”

“Of course, the evening isn’t over yet.”

“Ma’am?”

“Well no, it’s not.  You have my butt plug up your ass, and I have your underwear.  It seems that you are going to have to earn your underwear back.”  I smiled knowingly.

Dean hung his head and said, “Yes Ma’am.”  He already knew what I was going to make him do.

When we arrived at my office I unlocked the door, turned the lights on, and went in.  Dean closed the door behind him, and I instructed him to sign the standard release form, and proceed to the dungeon.  I had him trained now so that he knew exactly what to do.

When I walked into the dungeon he was kneeling naked on the floor.  What a sweet sub he was turning into.  His clothes lay folded neatly on the dungeon table.  I walked over and picked up the wrist restraints.  Call me greedy, but I wanted tonight to be special right to the end.  I picked up my clean strap-on and fitted a larger dildo into place than what I had previously used.  I lubed it up and strapped it on.

“Come dear,” I whispered into his ear, “I have something special planned for you tonight.”  I noticed that he shivered as I buckled the wrist cuffs onto his arms.

I led him to the small room off the dungeon that he had never been in before.  In fact, few of my clients were ever allowed in there.  It was a bedroom with lavish furnishings of various shades of red and black.  I made him lay down in the middle of the bed on his back.  I attached the wrist cuffs to the headboard of the bed and stood over him. 

“Would you like me to take that butt plug out Dee-Dee?”  I asked sweetly as I turned the vibrator on again.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Hmmmm, you don’t sound very convincing.”

“Ma’am, please take the butt plug out.”

I laughed loudly in his face.  “Not unless you can beg better than that!”

He began to beg then in earnest, realizing that he might very well end up spending the night there. 

“Ma’am pleeeease take the butt plug out of my ass, I’m not worthy to wear it anymore!  I have disappointed you tonight, and I’m not worthy of your time and attention!  Pleeeeeeeease take it out Ma’am!  Pleeeeeease!”

“You are pathetic!”  I said as I circled the bed.  “Surely, you can do better than that.”

“Ma’am, pleeeease take the butt plug out of my ass!   Please, please, please!  I have tried to be a good sub tonight!  I have tried to do everything that you asked of me!  I know I still have a lot to learn, but you are a good Mistress, and you will teach me everything in time!  I know how much you enjoy using me!  Please Mistress, take the butt plug out of my ass and use me!  I want you to be happy!  You have been sooooo good to me tonight, and I am unworthy of you!”

I reached down and took his jaw in my hand turning his face to look at me.

“You are absolutely right.  You are a miserable sub.  You are not worthy of my time and attention!  You are here only to please me.”

I released his jaw and he closed his eyes and turned his face away from me.  I turned the butt plug off and pulled it roughly from his ass.  He gasped and groaned, and his sharp intake of breath told me I had him right where I wanted him. 

Dee-Dee was laying cuffed to the headboard of my bed in my private bed chamber just off my dungeon.   I had just roughly removed the vibrating butt plug that he had been wearing all evening while we had been at dinner.  It had been a new experience for him, and one he wouldn’t soon forget!  I had just finished adjusting my strap-on harness to fit tightly to my hips.

“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you up your ass!”  I said as I slapped his face.

“Oh!  Ma’am, I am not worthy to have you fuck my ass!  You are soooo beautiful and wonderful, and I am nothing but a worthless sub, but I want you to be happy Mistress!  Pleeeease use me!  If it would make you happy pleeeeeeease fuck my ass Mistress!  Pleeeeeease!   Pleeeeeease, I beg of you use me as you wish!  I am nothing.  I am only here to satisfy you Ma’am.”

“That’s exactly right,” I said as I grasped his chin firmly, “you are NOT worthy of my attention!  You are merely a toy for me to play with!”

I got onto the bed kneeling between his legs taking his cock in my hand, and it quickly sprang to life.  I stroked him slowly at first, “You like that don’t you?  The touch of a Goddess?”

“Yes Ma’am, I do,” he murmured with his eyes closed.

“I like playing with MY cock; MY little toy!  It’s such a silly little thing.  All I have to do it touch it and it just pops right up for me.  Too bad it’s so damned small.  If it were bigger I might actually use it for something other than to amuse myself with!”  I laughed wickedly.  I started to stroke him more vigorously until he was very close to orgasm, and then I stopped. 

“Do NOT cum!  You are NOT allowed to cum!  Do you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he panted.

“Pull your legs up you little pussy!”  I ordered as I moved to kneel closer to his body.

His sudden intake of breath was followed by a deep sigh as I slid my dildo into his ass roughly.  He lay back on the pillows and closed his eyes as I fucked him roughly in the missionary position, savoring every expression that passed across his face.  I reached down and again took his cock in my hand, stroking it while I fucked him slowly. 

“Keep your legs up and out of my way, you little pussy!”  I said, slapping his cock.

He pulled his legs back up, and I knew this was causing his flabby stomach muscles to cramp.  Still, I had told him to start working out, and he had assured me that he was.  Now maybe, he would take my words more seriously.  I was sure that he would add stomach crunches to his workout from now on!

I couldn’t help but smile as I fucked his ass.  I fucked him much harder than the time before, and as with everything else, he loved it.  I drove my dildo into him harder and harder until he was twisting the sheets in his hands and crying out. 

“What’s wrong you…you little pussy?  Hu?  Do you think I care if it hurts?  Hu? Do you?  Well, I don’t!  I don’t give a damn!  I’ll use you however I damned-well please!”

I drove the point home by driving deeper and harder into him.  He tossed his head from side to side and gritted his teeth against the pain.  I was enjoying this far too much.

I pulled the dildo out of him, and unbuckled the straps, letting the strap-on fall to the bed.  I straddled him then, and I honestly think he thought I was going to ride his insignificant cock.  I’m sure that’s what he wanted, but that wasn’t what I wanted!  I continued straddling him, walking on my knees until my pussy smothered his face.  He smiled as I lowered myself onto his waiting tongue.  After all, he needed a LOT of practice!

“That’s a good boy…worship your Goddess properly.  C’mon, get your tongue in there.  You can do better than that,” I said reaching back to slap his cock.  He flinched, but immediately began working harder to please me. 

“That’s a little better, but if you are going to get me off you are going to have to work a LOT harder than THAT!  What a sissy boy you are!  Miserable little piece of shit!  Suck my clit!  Oh, come on!  Suck it like you mean it!”

I reached behind my ass and twisted his left nipple and he groaned beneath my ass.  He started sucking my clit with passion, and that started to feel really good.  Twenty minutes later I finally had an orgasm, and I made him clean me thoroughly with his tongue.

“About damned time!  You are absolutely horrible at worshipping me!  You should have been able to bring me off in half the time it took you!”

I unsnapped the cuffs from the headboard, “Get up!”  I commanded; getting off the bed.

He rose shakily to his feet, and bowed his head waiting for the inevitable.

“You’ll have to learn to please me better than that!” I said leading him from the room by his still rock hard cock.

I led him out to the dungeon and straight to the bench. 

“Bend over,” I commanded. 

He bent over the wooden bench laying his upper body down on it, arms dangling to the floor.  I quickly attached the wrist cuffs to the legs of the bench and inspected his naked ass. 

“Maybe all you need is some inspiration to worship your Goddess better.”

I slapped his right ass cheek with my open hand, and he grunted.  Then, I slapped his left ass cheek. 

“How many was that?”

“Two Mistress.”

“Keep counting!”

Each time I slapped his ass he counted, back and forth, first one cheek and then the other, until he had received one hundred stinging strokes on each ass cheek.  His ass was a bright pink, a color I loved to see on a sub.  Then, I reached for my cane and smiled maliciously.  He screamed from the very first stroke, and continued screaming until I had finished delivering twenty-five harsh strokes to his ass cheeks. 

“From now on Dee-Dee, you will work much harder at getting me off quicker…won’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he whimpered.

“Yes, I thought so.” 

I detached his wrist cuffs and he stood up from the bench.  I unbuckled the wrist cuffs from his wrists, and collected my cane.   I noticed that his ass was criss-crossed with cherry red welts and he would have difficulty sitting for the next couple of days. 

“Get dressed and go home Dee-Dee.  If you are lucky I will consent to see you again next week at the same time.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I lay the wrist cuffs and cane on the bench and left the dungeon, returning to my office.  I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down in my chair.  I let out a long sigh, and propped my feet up on the desk.  It had been a wonderful evening that I had enjoyed tremendously.  I was pondering what else to teach Dee-Dee when I heard a faint noise in the doorway.  Looking up I saw Dean standing there with his head bowed.

“Yes Dean, what is it?”

He paused for a moment, and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.  He seemed nervous, so I figured what he wanted to say was important to him.  I took my feet down off the desk, and sat up listening intently.  I had seen this type of reaction before.

“Well, Mistress…I wanted to…well I wanted to say thank-you.  I had a better time than I thought I would, and if you would like I’d be glad to take you out to eat again whenever you’d like.”

For some reason this truly pleased me, and I got up, put my wine glass down, and crossed the room to stand in front of him.  I do believe he either shivered or trembled as I raised my hand to his face.  I took his chin in my hand and turned his face up so that his eyes were looking into mine.  I pushed him roughly backwards out of my office and against the wall in the hallway.  His eyes widened either in fear or surprise that I would do this sort of thing outside of the dungeon.  I had shoved him right up against the wall, and my face was mere inches from his.  The chemistry between us was palpable.

“You have pleased me very well tonight Dean,” I whispered, and then without another word, I kissed him softly and sweetly.  It was one of the few times that I allowed myself to interact physically with a sub outside of a session.  He trembled for sure then, and I’m sure his knees went weak.  I felt a surge of electricity between us and knew I was treading on thin ice.

“Good-night Dean,” I said softly as I turned away, walking back into my office.

“Good-night Ma’am,” he whispered as he put his jacket on, and showed himself out.

It was a rainy Thursday evening, and I was tired from my day job.  The rain made a soft tinkling sound against my office window, and I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on my desk.  Dee-Dee would soon arrive for his weekly session not knowing what to expect.  For that matter, I didn’t know what to expect either. 

Normally, I planned each session carefully, but this had been a busy week at my day job leaving no time to plan my play sessions.  So, tonight was going to be one of those rare play-it-by-ear nights.  Sighing, I got up and poured myself a glass of crisp, cold, white wine from the mini-fridge, and stared out the window.  The sun was just going down and the sky was awash with reds, oranges, and yellows.  Soon they would fade to blues and violets, and finally to the soothing midnight blue of night. 

I had already introduced my sweet Dee-Dee to many of the things that I enjoyed.  He had impressed me by being a quick learner and that pleased me.  The idea lingered in my mind of the two of us being more than just playmates.  I quickly brushed aside the idea.  It was dangerous for me to think that way.  This was my livelihood.  I couldn’t allow myself to screw it up.  Any kind of relationship other than a kink one, was playing with fire.  Sure, it would be fun for a while, but relationships always ended the same way; badly. 

I wandered back to my desk and sat down to wait, sipping my wine.  It was rare that I consumed any alcohol before playing with a sub.  He would be literally putting his well-being into my hands.  In all my time doing this I had never had an accident, and that was the result of taking my role very seriously.  However, I was very tense and needed quite badly to unwind before playtime began even if it was irresponsible of me.

I got up and wandered restlessly through the dungeon.  I was always careful to clean all my toys after a session, and everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.  Call me OCD but everything had a place, and each toy was kept in its place.  I wandered around, looking at each toy, each strap of leather, each flogger and gag remembering where I had purchased them, or who had given them as tributes.  I willed away my reflective mood, and tried to concentrate on the session to come.  Dee-Dee would be here in less than 30 minutes, and I had to have at least some idea of what to do with him.  I really needed to snap out of this melancholy mood that I was in and focus on my role as a Domme.

I sat down in my big overstuffed leather chair in the dungeon and sipped my wine, crossing my legs.  I considered all the scenes I had practiced and played over the years trying to think of one that was both simple and effective.  I wanted one that was more service-oriented tonight.  I was simply too tired tonight both mentally and physically to wield a flogger and use my strap-on.  I finally settled on teaching Dee-Dee the basics of being a service-oriented slave.  It would be something new for him, and yet easy for me.

I got up and walked back to the office, closing the door to the dungeon behind me.  I finished my wine just as Dee-Dee’s car pulled up to the curb.  ‘Show time,’ I thought to myself.  Time to earn the extra money I needed to maintain my lifestyle.  I sat down, applied lipstick and waited for Dee-Dee to come in.  When he did, he looked happier than ever to be there.  Having an hour of kink play once-a-week certainly was agreeing with him.

“Good evening Dean,” I purred.

“Good evening Ma’am,” he said with a wide grin as he sat down in the chair opposite mine.

I slid the release form across the desk to him, and he quickly signed it.  He was practically bouncing in his chair with eagerness and enthusiasm to get started.  His enthusiasm was inspiring, and had I not been so tired I would have eagerly played a much different scene with him than the one I had planned. 

He handed me the money to cover my fee for the hour, and I tucked it into the lap drawer of my desk and turned the key in the lock. 

“Go into the dungeon and prepare yourself to serve me Dee-Dee.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he murmured bouncing out of his chair and into the dungeon with a wide smile on his face. 

The key was quickly and quietly slipped into its hiding place underneath the arm of my chair.  I had done this so many times that I often did it without even having to think about it. 

I gave him the few minutes it would require him to strip naked and kneel on the floor, and then I got up and went into the dungeon.  The room was sound-proof once the door was closed behind me.  Dee-Dee was kneeling obediently on the floor with his head bowed in reverence.  I walked over and put my high-heel clad foot against his back and shoved.

“Bow yourself down all the way to the floor,” I demanded.  “I want to see your face on the floor!”

He bowed low stretching his arms out in front of him, and putting his forehead on the floor.  I placed my foot on his back, and saw his cock begin to twitch.

“In the world outside you are a biiiiig businessman…important…and powerful, but in here you are nothing.  You are merely my slave.  You do my bidding whatever my whim might be.”

“Yes Ma’am.  I love serving you.”

“Well, tonight you are going to get the chance to prove it.  Tonight you will devote yourself to serving and pleasing me like never before.”

“Yes Ma’am, whatever you like Ma’am.”

“Don’t think for one minute that you will actually please me.  You are inferior and have no hope of ever pleasing me.”

“Yes Ma’am, I know.”

“But I am willing to give you the chance to try.”

“You are gracious Ma’am.”

“Follow me on your hands and knees,” I said as I walked over to my chair.

Dean crawled across the dungeon floor with his head bowed.  I sat down in my chair and relaxed.

“Come here Dee-Dee.”

Dean crawled closer with his head still bowed. 

“Resume a kneeling posture.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he said softly as he kneeled at my feet.

“Pick up my right foot in your hands, and take my shoe off.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he said obviously delighted to be able to touch me like this.

He removed my shoe and placed it in his lap.  I noticed his little toy soldier had sprung to attention.  This pleased me very much, and I smiled.

“You may rub my foot.”

“Yes Ma’am!”

He began to massage my foot slowly and carefully, and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.  He was better at it than I had expected him to be, and I found myself relaxing. 

“You may kiss my foot.”

Immediately, he began to cover my foot with kisses both on the top of my foot and the bottom.  He kissed each of my toes as though he were kissing a lover’s lips.  I had to fight the urge to surrender to the lovely feelings of relaxation.

“Just because you are allowed to kiss my foot doesn’t mean that you have permission to stop massaging my foot!  Surely you can do both at the same time,” I snapped at him, causing him to wince.

He began massaging and kissing my foot simultaneously, and I relaxed again.  The longer he applied himself to my foot the better he was getting at it.  Then, he tentatively took my big toe into his mouth.  It was such a lovely feeling, but I had to scold him.  I had not given him permission to do that!

“WHAT do you think you are doing?”  I demanded.  “I did NOT give you permission to put my Goddess toes into your filthy mouth!  Do you want to go home right now?”

“Oh!  No Ma’am!”

“Then you need to follow my directions completely!  Do you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Put my shoe back on!”

He reluctantly took my shoe from his lap and put it back on my foot.

“Now, you owe me an apology!”

“Yes Ma’am.  I’m so very sorry that I put your Goddess toe into my mouth.  It was a very stupid thing for me to do.  I should have known better than to do that without being given permission.  Please forgive me for being stupid.”

“Get up and go fetch my favorite leather flogger.”

“Yes Ma’am,” and he got up and headed to where I stored my toys.  He had no hope of knowing which flogger was my favorite, because I had used a different one each time we had played.  Surprisingly, he brought back one of my favorite floggers, a nasty one with knotted falls.  He knelt before me and extended it toward me.

“That is NOT my favorite flogger!”

“I’m sorry Ma’am; I thought surely this one was your favorite!”

“No, it isn’t, but it will do!  Bow down to the floor.”

He bowed himself down and I got up and walked around him.  I flogged him hard, really putting my back into it, and after just a few minutes his back was covered in red welts.

“Now, let’s see if you have learned anything,” I said sitting down again.  “Resume a kneeling position, and take my left foot in your hands.”

He jumped up and quickly picked up my left foot.

“Now, take my shoe off and begin kissing my foot.”

“Oh!  Ma’am!  Yes!”

He quickly took my shoe off, placed it in his lap and began kissing my foot.  I allowed him to cover my feet with kisses for a few minutes, relishing the sight.

“You may now begin to massage my foot.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

He had indeed learned from his earlier mistake, because he not only started massaging my foot, but continued to kiss my foot as well.  I smiled in spite of myself.  After a few minutes I knew that I wanted more than just a foot massage tonight.  I looked down at him and saw a look of complete bliss on his face.  He was enjoying this more than I had thought he would!

“STOP!”  I roared at him at the top of my voice.

He cringed and waited to see what he had done to displease me. 

Dee-Dee trembled with anticipation waiting to see what he had done to displease me.  He was kneeling naked in the dungeon and his head was bowed.  He looked like he was close to tears.  Tears meant nothing to me.  Too many times I had shed tears and men had not cared, why should I care now?  Men had lost the capacity to fool me with tears.  I let him kneel there and wait a while.  The waiting would do him good.

I leaned my head back against my overstuffed chair in the dungeon and sighed heavily.  I was so very tired from a long week at my day job that I had not been able to plan this session in advance.  That was SO unlike me; so irresponsible.  As irresponsible as the glass of wine I had consumed before Dee-Dee had arrived.  He had done a marvelous job kissing and massaging my feet.  So much so that if I had allowed him to continue I would have fallen asleep in my chair!  I couldn’t allow such a thing!

I stood up and stretched like a cat.  My body was well relaxed, but my mind was turning at warp speed.  I looked down at Dee-Dee who knelt trembling at my feet.  Such a sweet sight it was to see him like that.  I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair seductively.

“You want to please me slave?”  I demanded of him.

“Oh! Yes, Ma’am!”

I turned his face upwards and shoved my hips forward.  He nuzzled my crotch and began to try and lick me through my thong.

“Pull my thong off with your teeth, but be careful lest you earn yourself another flogging!”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

He slowly and carefully used his tongue and teeth to catch the edge of the thong at my hip and pulled it down on that side.  Then, he did the same thing on the other side.  He reached up and caught the crotch of my thong in his mouth and pulled it down my legs to my ankles.  I stepped out of them, and he held them obediently in his mouth like a good puppy dog would. 

“What a goooood boy you are Dee-Dee…” I didn’t often praise him, so this was music to his ears.  I took the thong from his mouth and looped it over his head so that he wore it like a collar around his neck.

“Every good puppy dog should have a collar…you can wear my thong as your collar for tonight.”

He bowed his head and murmured, “Yes Ma’am.”

Once more I stepped forward and shoved my hips into his face.  He greedily began to lick and suck at my aching body.  I let him amuse me for a minute or two, and then sat back down in my chair.  I slid my hips forward and spread my legs.

“You may worship in Heaven as long as you do it with true reverence.”

“OH!  Ma’am!  You are soooo thoughtful and kind!”

He began to lick and suck at the altar of his salvation, and this time was better than the last.  I leaned my head back and closed my eyes luxuriating in the Divine pleasure.  I ran both my hands through his hair and pulled him closer into my crotch.  He inserted his tongue into me and I gasped with pleasure.  I briefly wondered if he had been practicing with someone else.  He flicked his tongue in and out of my altar as he worshipped with true passion.  This time the orgasm was wrung from my body in less than five minutes!  I began to push the orgasm so that it would last longer, and he drank in my sweet nectar. 

I came and came, and five minutes later I was still enjoying the orgasm.  I had learned to do this long ago, and relished the ability to make my orgasms last as long as I wanted them to.  By this time, Dee-Dee was quite confused.  I had no doubt that he had never been with a woman who knew how to control and lengthen her orgasms like this.  It was absolute bliss.

When I was exhausted I finally let the orgasm fade away, and relaxed in my chair as Dee-Dee tongued the outside lips of my altar.  He applied his tongue with very long slow licks that were incredibly soothing. 

“You may massage my feet again,” I murmured.

He sat on the floor and once more took my right foot in his hands and removed my shoe.  He began to massage my foot with strong hands, but a gentle touch.  I leaned my head back again and closed my eyes once more allowing myself to relax. 

“Ma’am,” Dee-Dee asked, “May I kiss your feet again?”

It wasn’t often that he spoke up to request anything, but like so many other things he was excelling at anticipating what would please me.

“Yes, you may.”

He continued to massage my foot, and began to kiss and lick my foot and ankle.  Finally, all the stress of my day job and the past week began to slip away as I let my guard down and relaxed further under the sweet touch of my favorite sub.  He gently placed my foot in his lap, and took up my left foot, removing my shoe again and kissing it lovingly.  I could feel his little toy soldier standing to attention underneath the sole of my right foot, and I playfully stroked it with my foot.  I heard him gasp and moan against my left ankle as I fondled his cock lazily with my other foot.  I began to doze, and jerked myself awake.  Dee-Dee must have felt me jerk awake, because he looked up at me.

“Stop now,” I said softly, “put my shoes back on.”

He quickly replaced my shoes and waited for my next command.

“Follow me on your hands and knees.”

I got up and walked to the bedroom just off the dungeon.  I was much too tired to drive myself home to sleep.  I had decided to sleep here in the dungeon bedroom. 

“Get up,” I said, “and come help me dress for bed.”

Dee-Dee got up obediently wondering what new game we were about to play.  I unfastened my corset in the front and handed it to him.

“Put that over on the table beside you.”

He lay it down carefully and returned to my side.  I could see him stealing glances at my now mostly naked body.

“Open this door and take my nightgown off the hook inside the door.” 

“Yes Ma’am.”

He retrieved my nightgown and I raised my arms over my head.  Now, he could see my naked body completely, and I turned my back to him. 

“Dress me.” I commanded, and Dee-Dee slid the nightgown over my arms and head, letting it settle on my shoulders and over my body. 

I sat down on the bed and commanded that he take off my shoes, and thigh highs, and place them on the table with my corset. 

“Now, bring me my hairbrush from the table.”

I’m sure the thought crossed his mind that he was going to get a spanking, but I had no such idea.  I was simply too tired and too relaxed to bother with it.  I sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed with my back to him.

“Sit on the bed behind me and brush my hair.”

I could feel his hands trembling as he passed the brush through my hair.  He brushed first one side, then the other, and finally the back.  He began to use his left hand to smooth and pull my hair back to brush it.  His touch was soft and lovely. 

“Stop now,” I said softly, “I’m tired.  Get up and pull the covers down for me.”

He slid off the bed and waited for me to move, and then he turned the covers back for me.  I stepped closer to him and placed my cheek against his.

“Please turn the lights off and lock the door on your way out,” I whispered against his cheek.  I could feel him trembling again as I pressed my lips to his cheek softly. 

“Yes Ma’am,” he whispered, “my pleasure.”

I turned and slid between the sheets, and he pulled the covers over me.  He brushed my hair back away from my face, and then turned to go.  I began to doze as the lights went out in the bedroom, and a few minutes later in the dungeon.  A smile crept across my face as I fell asleep completely relaxed from the efforts of my obedient sub. 

I sat at the desk in my office and tapped my pen against the checkbook register which recorded a smaller balance than it should have.  It wasn’t that I had overspent, it was the fact that business had dropped off.  I wasn’t losing my touch, it was the economy.  Many of my regular customers simply couldn’t afford to come for their regular sessions anymore.  If this kept up I’d have to go on “vacation” for a while.

I’d had to go on “vacation” once before when business had fallen off.  It had resulted in me losing my previous office and dungeon and completely closing down my operation.  I had also lost most of my regular customers.  I certainly didn’t want to have to go through that again! 

Hearing a car door slam, I glanced out the window behind me.  I saw Dee-Dee walking toward the front door.  It was not his usual evening for play, so I knew something must be wrong.

He stood in the doorway of my office waiting patiently with his head bowed for me to acknowledge him.  I got up and crossed the floor to stand in front of him.

“Dee-Dee, how nice to see you!  What brings you out to see me tonight?”

“Ma’am, I’m very sorry to disturb you without an appointment, but I…I…I need a session.”

“What has happened?  You seem upset.  Come sit down.”

I gestured to one of the chairs, and I returned to my desk chair opposite him.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid I need a confessional session or something.  I’ve done something I should be punished for.”

Now, I was worried.  If he had lost his job, I’d not only lose the income from his sessions, but I’d lose the company of my favorite boy toy!  I tried to steady my voice.

“What have you done that was so bad you need to come and ask me for a punishment?”

“Ma’am, today our company was audited by the IRS.  I was afraid I’d get into trouble, so I told the truth and ratted out my boss who had been embezzling funds.  He’s going to go to prison now because of me.”

I smiled in spite of myself.  Dee-Dee had done a good thing, and yet he felt guilty and needed to be punished for it.  Never one to turn down a good flogging, I slid a release form across the desk to him.  He picked up an ink pen and signed it without hesitation.  He slid it back across the desk to me with twice my normal fee.  I would have loved to have kept all that lovely money, knowing how low my checking account was, but Dee-Dee was a regular customer, and right now I needed regular over a bonus!

“Dee-Dee, I don’t accept more than my normal fee for a session.  Your punishment will be thorough enough that you don’t need to pay me double.”  I slid the extra cash back across the desk to him.

He stuffed it back into his pocket seemingly hurt and embarrassed all at the same time. 

“Go into the dungeon and prepare yourself.”

After he had stepped out I secured my fee in the top drawer, and followed him into the dungeon.

He was kneeling on the floor naked with his face in his hands when I went in.  A lovely sight to any Domme to see her favorite sub in that position! 

“Low bow!” I commanded, and he quickly placed his head on the floor and elevated his ass.

It was going to be a long session, so I was going to start easy and work my way up to something severe enough to purge him of his guilt.  His ass was pointed up in the air, so clean and white.  Soon it was going to be covered in red welts, cuts and bruises.  I licked my lips in anticipation, and bent over to whisper into his ear.

“You’re a filthy little weasel aren’t you?”

“OH!  Yes Ma’am!  I’m an awful person for what I’ve done!”

“You’re a filthy rat…a spineless…worthless little tattle-tale…”I whispered into his ear as he trembled at my feet.  “Do you know what happens to little tattle-tale brats? Hmmmm?”

“OH! Ma’am!  They must be punished!”

“That’s right,” I whispered into his ear, “they MUST be punished!”

I stood up and walked to his left side, and leaned over to run my hand across his baby smooth ass.  I was going to enjoy this WAY more than I should, but he needed it soooo badly.

I began to spank him with stinging slaps to both cheeks of his ass to get them warmed up.  In spite of himself his little toy soldier sprang to attention.  I smiled, and continued to deliver stinging slaps to his backside. 

After ten full minutes his bottom was a nice hot pink, and my hand was throbbing.  I reached for a wooden paddle and continued the spanking.  Now, he was grunting with every stroke, steeling himself against the pain.  It was a brave effort, but I knew it wouldn’t last, and was glad that the dungeon was sound proof. 

I began to strike with more effort, so much so that he began to come up off the floor with each stroke.  He began to squeal with each stroke, and whimper in between blows.  I smiled maliciously, and reached for one of my floggers.

The one that came to hand was a soft deer skin flogger.  Not exactly what I had had in mind, but sometimes things have a way of happening for the best.  I shrugged and twisted the falls for a heavy blow to his back.  Thud.  Again.  Thud.  Twirl the falls, swing the flogger.  Thud.  Again and again, I landed heavy blows to his back.  After about ten minutes I switched things up and started landing stinging blows to his back.  He gasped, and cried out, and I smiled widely.  He was getting his money’s worth tonight!

After another ten minutes or so, I reached for my crop.  I started striking his ass with the leather tip of the crop to give him a brief respite from the intensity of the paddle and flogger.  This gave him more of the stinging sensation I had started with.  He began to cry out even more as his ass cheeks slowly turned from hot pink to bright red.

Then, I began in earnest to use the crop.  He cried and screamed and crawled away from me after only two strokes.  I followed him slowly around the dungeon as he crawled away from the beating I was giving him.  It would have been easy to put him in restraints, but I wanted to see him crawl around and try to avoid the punishment he felt he deserved.  Call me a sadistic bitch, but I enjoyed it.

He begged me to stop as I reached for my cane, but since he hadn’t used his safe word, I continued on.  With the very first stroke he screamed, a long, shrill, pathetic scream, and crawled away as fast as he could to get away from the cane.  I laughed wickedly.  It had been a very long time since I had caned someone.  I wondered if I still remembered how to do it.  I followed him, and delivered another stroke.  Still no safe word even though he screamed again, a scream filled with anguish and crawled away from me.  I let go with yet another stroke and he screamed at the top of his voice, and crawled away quickly.  This time he crawled right up to the wall, and turned to put his back to it.  He held up his hand to stop me.  I drew back to deliver another blow, but it never landed on him.

“Peppermint,” he gasped, his eyes wild with pain.

I immediately dropped my arm, and stood looking down at him breathing heavily.  I crouched down next to him, and laid the cane on the floor.  Kneeling WITH him for the very first time, I held my arms open wide for him.  He laid his face on my generous boobs and cried like a broken man as I enfolded him in my arms.  His sobs seemed louder than his screams had been just moments before.  I let him cry for what seemed like hours, and wondered if he was going to be able to stop. 

Finally, his sobs turned to crying, and slowly stopped entirely.  He knelt there with me on the dungeon floor trembling in my arms as I rocked him like a child.  I waited patiently for it to stop, and when it did, he heaved the biggest sigh I think I had ever heard in my life.  He had found the release he had been looking for. 

I leaned down and whispered into his ear the words he needed to hear; absolving him of his sin.

“I forgive you.”

His arms tightened around me, and I was glad that I had been there for him.