Mike is a married man, a father, a business professional, and ver acted on the dark fantasies other than to use them for masturbation fodder. Too afraid to talk to his wife about it, too fearful of getting caught with a mistress, or worse catching some disease that exposed his depravity he was left to reading others tales, watching actors pretend, and perusing bdsm personals wondering what an actual encounter might be like. After all what sane individual would actually crave a spanking? What kind of straight guy would want his ass explored, even tortured by toy, finger, let alone fist? Oh sure his past had a woman or two who enjoyed touching his asshole while having sex, but Mike wanted to be tied up, used, and abused. Perhaps even stranger about Mike’s proclivities is that they have remained fantasy for so long, he never even acted on them solo. Would a pervert like Mike have a collection of toys to self fuck his man pussy in private? Not this guy.
Eventually Mike’s pursuits got the better of him. A dominatrix reached out to him and thus began a series of e-mails. Over several benign e-mails Mike not only explored his fantasies, but also built a trust with the femdom that boundaries could be established and respected, anonymity would be maintained, and more so that a standard of cleanliness was maintained that no incidental contact with some other slaves fluids would lead to a lifetime of agony. And so years of fantasy were about to become reality for Mike as he agreed to meet his mistress for the first time.
Mike arrived on early and sitting in the car questioned himself repeatedly about what he was doing. He was nervous, heart racing, sweat forming on his body in spite of seventy-two degree weather. But the pull of fantasy becoming reality was enough to lead him to the door, and to ring the doorbell. Such a mix of emotions… his cock hard with excitement, and yet his mind wandered on how many had been there before.
Opening the door his mistress said come in. He could not see her yet because she was directly behind the door, but turning he saw a beautiful woman dressed in all black. She wore a back corset and garter belt with black thigh high hose, black panties, and black high heel shoes. Before he could take in her beauty she already barked her first order.
Go over there and stand on that “x.”
There was a little black “x” of tape in the middle of her entry hall leading into the next room. Upon arriving on the x Mike could see two others in the next room. One was a female completely nude with a gorgeous body sporting only a leather collar around her neck. Next to her was some man in an absolutely ridiculous sissy costume. He looked more like a clown had done his makeup than he was truly attempting to look like a woman.
Walking in front of him his mistress stood directly in front of him only a foot or two away and she said, “Get undressed, you can leave your clothes on that chair next to you.”
At this point the raging hard-on began to subside and embarrassment kicked in. Mike was not expecting an audience even though he told his mistress in the e-mails that a little public humiliation turned him on as well.
Mike replied to his mistress, “yes mam,” and began to disrobe. Standing there naked he could help but cover his genitals with his hands. To which his mistress said, “put your hands to your side.”
“Yes mam” Mike replied.
“You are a pathetic piece of shit.”
“Yes mam” Mike replied.
“Shut up and do not speak to me unless I ask you a question.”
His mistress walked around him eyeing him up and down as if inspecting some disappointing surprise gift. Grabing his cock she said, “I have no use for this so I don’t know why it is hard.” (I have a feeling even if it were flaccid the same painful grab and statement would be issued.
“You are fat, I don’t like fat. We will have to do something about that.”
Walking around to the back side she said, “bend over.” Mike bent about 15 degrees forward to which she barked “BEND OVER.” Mike awkwardly bent over as far as he could. How embarrassing he found the position, yet how relieved to have someone in command.
“Now spread you ass.” She commanded.
“That does not look like a virgin asshole to me. Have you cleaned yourself thoroughly slave?”
“Yes Mam,” Mike replied.
“Melissa, come over here and see if this slave is clean.”
The sissy immediately shuffled over behind Mike and sticking his nose in Mike’s spread cheeks was not something he expected and he stood up.
“What are you doing slave, I did not tell you to stand up… now bend over and spread you ass.” This time Mike reluctantly complied. His mistress continued… “Slave if at any time I am pushing you to far I will give you a safe word for us to stop. That safe word is “mercy.” Do you understand slave?”
“Yes Mam.”
“Melissa, see if the slave is clean.”
The next feeling Mike felt was Melissa’s tongue licking his asshole. “It’s clean Mistress,” said Melissa.
“Stand up slave.”
Mike stood up and his mistress order the other to fit Mike with leather D-ring collars on both wrist and ankles. Once done he instructed Mike to come to a St Andres cross she had set up in the room. “Face the wall, spread your legs, and reach for the sky she ordered.” At which point the sissy and female slave clipped Mike to rings high and low with simple clips. There he was backside exposed to the world, arms stretched high and apart along with his legs. The room fell silent as he could hear his mistress’s heal click across the tile floor and back.
She said, “first things first, you have a few rules to learn.”
Breaking the silence was a crack of a thin wooden instrument across the ass of Mike. It shocked him and he tried to turn around while saying, “ouch.” Crack it went again, “speak when you are spoken to, do you understand.”
“Yes mam.”
Crack another firmed shot.
“I am not your mam, you are to say ‘yes mistress,’ do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress”
Crack again… Mike threw his head back wondering what he did wrong.
“Your worthless cock is to be clean shaven, not neatly trimmed”
Crack
“Your fat ass had better lose 10# before you ever come to see me again.”
Crack
“Never wear boxers in my presence. You better show up here in panties. Only men get to wear boxers.”
Crack
“You will not cum without my permission.”
Crack
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