Mistress Nandi's return

Humiliation training Phase one.

 

"Did you enjoy our little picnic, kgotso?"

 

"Yes Mistress. Very much."

 

"Good, because we will be enjoying a great deal more outdoor play before the cold weather arrives, and who knows, perhaps right through the Winter!" I shudder at the thought of being bound outdoors in the cold, but I know deep down that Mistress loves Her boy, and wouldn't do anything to cause him permanent injury or illness. I still get frightened at times when she smiles that sadistic smile, however.

 

"This phase of your training will be to prepare you for public humiliation for me. My slave has a wonderful body, and I am going to enjoy showing you off. I'll also enjoy putting you through some very strenuous and very embarrassing activities for my amusement and those watching. "

 

"You have done a very good job installing the remote controlled webcams throughout the house as I instructed.

 

I will be putting you on display in a number of very compromising positions gradually increasing in their humiliating nature. We will begin with a few webcam sites where nobody knows who you are. When I feel it is time, you will be displayed on the site that I know you frequented so much, and were such a popular figure on before I took ownership of you. Your countless friends there had the impression that you were a "Mostly Dom, sometime switch", isn't that what you confessed to me?"

 

"Yes Mistress."

 

"I'm sure that served your ego well before I collared you. All those women flirting with you, thinking that they might have a chance to serve you. You had the respect and admiration of the Doms and Dommes there, thinking that you were actually their equal. It's now time to clear that little misconception up, and show them all that you are my little bitch boy now, isn't it?"

 

"As You wish, Mistress"

 

'SLAP!!' Your delicate hand strikes my face surprisingly hard. "Your responses are to be 'Yes Mistress' or 'No Mistress' whenever I ask you a direct question. Is that now clear, my kgotso?"

 

"Yes Mistress!"

 

"Good boy. Now go boot up the PC, and log into the webcam sites I listed in my instructions. You are to make sure all of the cameras are aimed as I instructed, and working properly. I'll be changing and making some preparations for your "debut."

You smile and laugh at me. "My little 'debutante' is going to have a long and very interesting evening performing for me, and being watched by thousands of eyes, all over the world."

 

I watch You walk toward the bedroom as i wonder at how such a sweet little submissive has changed into such a confident, cruel, demanding, and controlling Dominatrix. Not for the first time, or the last, I feel blessed that I met You, and that You have taken such a liking to making me into the perfect slave for You. I am dreading the day that You will be humiliating me before people I actually know, but part of me feels very happy that You plan to show the world my true nature, and that my place is beneath You.

 

I turn on the computer, and use the wireless remote to cycle through all six webcams.

1. Living Room Floor Cam. I see the view from the cam in the corner near the ceiling, centered on the Oriental rug.

2. Bedroom Cam. I see the bed from above, and the whipping bench set up next to it. You are changing into Your favorite dominatrix attire, and I linger on the View of You for a moment, and press the next button.

3. Basement/Dungeon Cam. I see the dog crate that serves as my slave cage for when I have truly displeased You, and require strong corrective measures.

4. Couch Cam. I see myself, from above. This is a view of where You enjoy receiving foot massages and oral pleasure from Your slave when You are not using the Queening Chair.

5. Queening Chair Cam. I feel Your cock stir a bit as I see the chair that I have built for You. The angle is set so that the camera looks slightly downward at, and outward from the chair. I know that anyone will see only Your perfect waist, hips, and legs while You are seated, but that my face will be clearly visible to all whenever You rise from the chair. The angle includes a view of the locking CBT footstool, placed a few feet in front of Your chair.

6. Bathroom Cam. Since the bathroom is very small, this cam provides a view of most of the shower, and a full view of the toilet and the floor in front of it. I shudder at the thought of You exposing my most private moments, but I do not question Your training methods, ever.

 

I turn off all the cams, having ensured that they work perfectly, then proceed to log into the three camming sites that You have directed me to open accounts on, as "slavekgotso".

 

The first site is a ridiculously low-budget site in the Czech Republic. It looks like a startup. Only just over 3,000 subscribers. I have checked the site over the last few weeks, and it appears that only a few dozen viewers are online at any given time. I almost feel comfortable having only a few dozen strangers that I will never meet or know seeing the training that You will be conducting. I log into the next site.

 

This site appears to be based in Asia. Even better. A larger number of online viewers, but even more remote than the Czech site, and little to no chance of anyone I "know" from the online community seeing me.

 

I log onto the last site, and it's massive, and based in the US. I shiver a bit, as there is a remote possibility that someone I actually know might be on this site. I take some solace in the fact that there are literally tens of thousands of cams from all over the world broadcasting at any given time. My slave name, "kgotso" isn't known to any of them, yet, so that makes me feel a bit better. My regular online name for kinky sites was "MasterX", and I feel a bit ashamed that I have hidden my true desires and deceived people and myself for so long. My deceit was never intentional, however. I simply never felt comfortable with being publicly submissive and known as a slave, until I began serving Mistress Nandi.

 

I am eternally grateful that She has decided to take the "outing" and public humiliation training of Her slave in stages. Progressing on obscure websites, then my favorite website where I am well known, and finally "graduating" to being displayed at a public event of Her choosing, when She feels Her boy is ready. I am a very lucky slave to belong to such a kind and understanding Mistress. She and I both know that I will do anything, anytime She orders me to, whether I think I am "ready" or not. She has gotten to know her boy so well over the last few months, that Her instincts have told Her that slow and steady will have much more favorable, and long lasting results in stripping away her boys ego and shyness.

 

She returns from the bedroom, and my mind reels at how exquisitely beautiful She looks. I have not seen Her dressed like this in months. I fall in love with her every time I see Her face, but seeing Her dressed like this makes me want to crawl across a mile of broken glass just for the opportunity to kiss Her feet. "Is everything in order, kgotso?"

 

"Yes Mistress."

"Good boy. Turn on the couch cam."

 

I do so, and watch the three "Now Viewing" meters start to click upward. Only three on the Czech site, a dozen or so on the Asian site, and 40+ and climbing slowly on the US site. My stomach lurches a little at the last number, but I also think to myself: 'Not bad for just a view of the top of my head, sitting on the couch.' This thought makes me wonder if I am actually an exhibitionist somewhere deep down inside. Mistress has a way of knowing which directions to take Her boy in. She always seems to know which "buttons" to push in Her boy, when I don't even know myself.

 

You have donned the vinyl "spanking" skirt, Your corset, and fingerless gloves. Thigh high stockings, and calf height black leather boots, with deliciously wicked looking high heels complete the outfit. You have lined Your eyes with a Kohl pencil, making them look dark, dramatic, and capable of extreme cruelty. Your lips are blood red. You are smoking a cigarette, and You look positively regal. I am filled with conflicting desires. Part of me wants to throw myself on the floor at Your feet, and beg You to hurt me, use, me, and humiliate me. Another part of me wants to throw You over my shoulder, carry You into the bedroom, and fuck You long and hard. To grab You by the hair, slap Your face harder and harder until You cry, then stuff my hard cock in Your throat.

 

Since I am trained to be totally open to You, and I am not allowed secrets, I confess having these thoughts to You. You smile warmly at me, and say "Your Mistress does enjoy being fucked by my slave that way, when I feel like it, however those thoughts should be the furthest things from Your mind tonight. If there is any fucking to be done, tonight, I will be the one doing it."

 

You walk over to where I am seated on the couch. You place the growing ash of Your cigarette over my upturned face, and I instinctively open my mouth. You tap the hot ash into Your ashtray, and I am trained not to close it, or swallow, unless instructed to. You grasp me by the front of my shirt, and guide me off the couch, and to my knees beside You. You take the vacated seat on the couch, and begin looking at the computer while I kneel, mouth locked wide open for You. You turn me slightly to the side, ensuring that the web viewers can see my face, and continue to smoke leisurely, tapping Your ashes into my mouth from time to time. My mouth has grown very dry, and my jaws and neck are cramping from holding this position. You realize that You have forgotten to put on Your favorite earrings, and You say the single word, "tongue". I extend my tongue as far as it will go, adding to my discomfort. You place Your half-smoked, and still lit cigarette on my tongue, and get up and walk to the bedroom to find, and put on Your earrings. The head of the cigarette burns my tongue a bit, but it's tolerable as I wait for You. As half a minute or so goes by, the pain grows, and a steady, quiet whine emits from my throat, growing slowly louder as the pain level increases. By the time You return, the cigarette has burned almost down to the filter, and I am emitting an oddly feminine, high-pitched whine. You laugh and say: "You sound like a little teapot that is boiling over, pet!"

 

You remove the cigarette from my tongue and take a long drag, making the end glow red-hot. You place Your face over mine and blow a long plume of smoke into it. I see Your mouth and throat working, producing a sizeable amount of spit. Your beautiful lips part, and Your tongue pushes a thick stream of spit over Your lower lip It slowly makes its way onto my dry tongue, forming a small puddle there. It feels cool and wet on my tortured tongue, and I am thankful for it. You take a last drag, and begin stubbing the cigarette out in Your ashtray. I feel no pain, only pressure, and I idly wonder if it's because of the spit that You so mercifully gave me, or if the nerve endings on my tongue are deadened from holding the lit cigarette there. My musings are interrupted by Your words. "Close. Swallow."

 

I swallow the butt with a little difficulty. The spit that You shared with Your slave helps it go down, and I am again, thankful. I glance at the computer, and see that there are now over 300 viewers on the US website, and think to myself: "They ain't seen nothing yet". I am a little nervous about what the rest of the night will bring, but eager to continue my training and my exposure to the world as Your slave. My "debut."

 

"Now go into the bedroom and strip. Bring the bondage pony out here and set it up in the center of the floor."

 

The Bondage Pony is a device that I discovered on the Internet. Since I enjoy building devices and furniture for my Mistress to use to train me, I had asked Her permission to build it for Her, and She agreed. The Pony keeps me secured in a kneeling, face forward position. The padded base, torso support, and head support make it comfortable enough for very long term use, and it keeps me totally immobilized and exposed. A small shelf at the back between my thighs supports my balls. A hole in the shelf permits my cock to stick through it. By "my" balls and cock, I mean "Hers", of course. The stimulation of the shelf against my most sensitive areas will keep me erect for hours if She desires, but the sensation is not enough to permit release. It is truly torturous, and I am excited that I am about to be installed on it for the very first time.

 

I go into the bedroom to strip. I see a number of toys arranged on the bed, and next to them, a collection of bright pink lingerie. The box that had arrived here for You a few weeks ago is on the floor, empty. When it arrived, it had excited me, because the return address was Fredericks of Hollywood. You enjoy wearing sexy things when You use and play with Your boy, and I had wondered what delights might be waiting inside the box.

 I'm a little confused by the blonde wig. Then I see the shoes. They are also bright pink, with sharply pointed toes, and 4" heels. Often referred to as "Come Fuck Me Pumps". The entire outfit looks incredibly slutty, and hot. What doesn't make sense is how large the shoes are. Your beautiful feet are tiny and dainty. These shoes almost look like they would fit on me! Only then, does the realization dawn on me. My face grows hot with embarrassment as I realize that this will be part of my humiliation training and exposure. I feel a little sick to my stomach, but oddly excited that You plan to push my humiliation for You so far. Part of me hopes that this is a mind game, and that You only want me to think that You will make me dress this way for You, and the viewers on the Web. Another part of me (a small one, but growing) imagines being dressed like a whore and fucked by You with Your strap-on while the whole world watches. Since You have only instructed me to strip and bring the pony, I leave the bedroom and go into the spare room to collect the pony I built for You.

 

I return to the living room, and set the pony in place as instructed, and kneel beside You to await further instructions.

 

You smile at me and say "Good Boy". "Did you see the wonderful surprise I prepared for you?"

 

"Yes Mistress Nandi."

 

"Do you like it?"

 

I am torn. I don't really know how I feel about being dressed that way. Since I am only allowed to answer "Yes Mistress", or "No Mistress", I don't know how to respond. Your expression darkens as You sense my hesitation. You place Your hand on the front of my throat and squeeze hard while You slap my face over and over again as hard as You can. You don't stop slapping until tears fill my eyes, and Your hand begins to hurt.

 

"Now, kgotso. Did you like it?"

 

I cry out, "Yes Mistress Nandi! Thank You Mistress Nandi!"

 

You smile, and delicately wipe a tear from my cheek, and bring to Your beautiful lips to taste it. "Mmmm kgotso. So delicious. It's a good thing I have run-proof mascara for you. My little slutbitch will be doing a lot of crying for me."

 

"Now go back into the bedroom..." my stomach lurches as I wait for Your next words...

 

"...And collect the toys I have laid out on the bed. Bring them here and arrange them across the coffee table. We'll leave your slutbitch training for later."

 

I breathe a sigh of relief, but am I also feeling a bit of disappointment, I wonder? I've never really cross-dressed before, but somehow, the thought of being put on display that way, for Her amusement gives me a bit of a thrill. I wonder just how far She will take my humiliation, but I think I already know the answer. As far as She wants to. I begin to walk back to the bedroom to collect the toys, but her words stop me in my tracks.

 

"Kgotso. Stop. You will crawl or kneel for the remainder of this evening unless I instruct otherwise. Now go."

 I drop to my hands and knees, and begin crawling toward the bedroom, when she stops me again."

 

"Kgotso. Stop. You are only allowed one trip to go collect the toys and bring them back here. I personally do not care if you are unable to carry all of them while crawling, and you may leave some of them behind if You cannot do so. You may get as creative as you wish in exactly HOW you transport them back to me. I want to see which ones you decide are most important, and how creative you can be. Now go."

 

"Yes Mistress." I continue crawling to the bedroom. Once inside, I begin to try to figure out how I will carry the maximum number of toys back to Her. I want Her to have as many things at Her disposal as possible.

 

On the bed are the following items, selected from our toy chest:

 

Her favorite crop.

Her punishment cane.

The vibrating double dildo and strap on harness She enjoys training Her ass with. It is equipped with two different sized dildos. A slender one for me, and a slightly larger one for Her.

The much larger strap on that I have not been able to take for Her (yet).

The Wartenberg wheel.

The inflatable butt plug.

A jar of icy hot muscle rub.

Two nipple clamps.

Lube.

 

 

 

 

I smile as I become aware that the items were very carefully selected. I know that She knows there is only one way that I will be able to carry all of them.

 

I lube my ass, and the butt plug, and slowly insert it. I give the bulb two short squeezes to ensure that it will not fall out.

 

I place the icy hot, lube and the Wartenberg wheel on the floor in front of me, and then I take both strap ons, and push them into my mouth as far as they will go, without gagging. My mouth is stretched comically wide.

I put on the nipple clamps, and feel them biting into me. Suffering for Her always turns me on, and my cock (Her cock) begins to stiffen a bit.

I balance the crop and the cane across the length of my back, and balance them there.

Finally, I gather up the remaining items with my hands, and begin crawling back to Her, using my elbows to support my upper body. The inflation bulb drags on the floor behind me, and it feels humiliating and at the same time, it excites me. I see that You have reclined on the couch, and are reading the screen on the pc, while You pleasure Yourself. My cock grows harder, and I place the items I was carrying onto the table. I remove the two dildos from my aching jaws, and place them on the table as well.

 

" May I remove the plug and clamps, Mistress?"

 

"You may remove the clamps, but the plug stays. You'll be thanking me for keeping your tight little hole stretched, later" You smile.

 

I remove the clamps, and set them on the table next to the other items. Without being bidden, I crawl to Her side.

 

I look at the PC, and see that the numbers of viewers on all three sites has grown in my absence. You smile at me.

 

"We picked up a lot of new viewers from broadcasting your little display in the bedroom. Some of the comments from the viewers were most interesting. Have a look."

 

I'm humiliated by the fact that they all saw me carrying the toys back to You, but I guess that was the point, wasn't it? You open the chat window from the US site, and I can see that You have been talking to a number of the viewers. Some of the posts make my ears grow hot with shame, but they also excite me:

 

{MistressNandi: I am putting my slave on display here to get him accustomed to being humiliated in public. This is phase one of his training. Next will be phase two, where I will be taking him to public places to make his humiliation complete, and secure him in his place beneath me forever.}

 

{DraGonLoRd: He seems to be well on the way. Congratulations to you Mistress Nandi!}

 

{Bull4cuckCpl: I'm in NYC, not too far. You look very fine, Nandi! Anytime you want to feel a fat cock inside you while your bitch watches, and then licks us both clean afterwards, feel free to im me!}

 

{MistressNandi: ty dragonlord}

 

{MistressNandi: sounds hot bull! Ru for real? Not a flake? Send me ur pic, ok?

 

{Bull4cuckCpl: pics and email sent, nandi. How about getting assfucked? Yu into that?"

 

{MistressNandi: hahahha no bull. Not into that. I only like cocks in my pussy. Hmmm my little bitch here might be ready for that soon enough though! Would you like to fuck my bitch?}

 

{Bull4cuckCpl: ill need 2 see her dressed as one, before I'll say. I liked the way "she" didn't hesitate to shove that fat plug in her hole, and then take two cocks in her mouth at once! Bend the bitch over when she comes back to you, and I'll have a look.}

 

{Mistress Nandi: hahaha ok bull. He's crawling back now. I'll switch the cam back to this one}

 

You look down at me and tell me to go get onto the pony. I'm frightened that I'm about to be auditioning to get fucked by a stranger, and a man at that! I am also a little bit excited by the humiliation and Your cruelty. I crawl onto the pony as instructed, and wait.

 

I hear You typing and laughing at times, and at other times softly moaning as You pleasure Yourself while I am kept waiting, completely exposed to the camera. Your balls are pushed back, and laying flat on the small shelf that protrudes between my upper thighs. Your cock is pointing straight down through the hole, and about 3/4 erect and excited. I had carefully customized the dimensions of the ball shelf and cock hole to ensure that it was a perfect fit. The light pressure on Your balls, and the tightness of the hole gripping the base of Your cock will keep me excited and drooling pre-cum for hours, if You choose. The pony keeps Your slave constantly aroused and drooling, but it is impossible for me to come. It is an exquisite and frustrating torture.

 

I have also adapted a "humbler" attachment. The humbler consists of a curved wooden bar, with a half-circle cut into the center of it. The curves in the bar are cut in such a way that when You lock the attachment in place, Your balls are stretched tightly, hanging down over the rear edge of the shelf, even further tortured and exposed.

 

I hear You rise from the couch and approach me from behind. I hear the "click" as You close the locks on the ankle pillory, then I see You before me as You kneel and close the locks on the wrist pillory. I am now completely trapped, and at Your mercy.

 

Next, You install the humbler attachment, stretching my balls backwards, and lock it into place.

 

"There, my kgotso. Now my bitch is completely trussed up and exposed for our new friends! Oh! Look at all that dripping! Bad kgotso!" You chuckle, and I can hear the smile in Your voice, and a small smile crosses my face as well. My smile disappears when You slap my balls, none too gently, and I cry out. I can feel the stream of pre-cum grow stronger from my excitement at being used and tortured by You this way.

 

"We'll have to do something about that."

 

I hear You leave the room, then return, unwrapping a foil packet. You place a condom over the end of Your dripping cock, leaving an inch or so of space at the head. You secure it to the base using a soft elastic hair tie so that it will not slip off, whether I am hard or soft.

 

I want to save all that come, kgotso. No sense in letting it go to waste. After that condom fills, I'll install another, and another. You will be showing the world how thirsty you are for come a little bit later. Understand, my slut?"

 

"Yes Mistress."

 

"Good slut."

 

I hear a rustle of straps going around Your delicate, slender waist as You are putting on the strap on. I am praying that it is the smaller of the two.

 

You release the air valve on the inflatable plug, and it slides out of Your ass easily. You place it on the floor by my face and before You walk back to the rear of the pony, I catch a glimpse, and breathe a sigh of relief that You have chosen the smaller strap on.

 

"Oh! Look at that! You hole is stretched so big! We are making so much progress tonight! I looked at my new friend Bull's pics. He's huge, baby. Even bigger than the large strap on. I want to ensure that You are ready for him if I decide to let him break you in, so I think we can change the plans for tonight a bit"

 

I hear You removing one harness, and putting on another, and I know it must be the "monster cock" strap on that has frightened me so. My eyes are closed tightly, and my whole body is tensed in fear.

 

"Kgotso. Open." I open my eyes and my mouth simultaneously, because I am conditioned to obey the "open" command without thinking. I see You standing before, hands on Your hips, looking beautiful and cruel. The monster dildo is sticking straight out at me, inches from my lips.

 

"You are going to suck this cock like your life depended on it. You are my little cocksucking, assraped "debutante" tonight, and you will not disappoint our audience, will you, slut?"

 

"No Mistress"

 

"Good slut. By the way, you are to address me as "Sir" while I am using you this way. Firstly, because it amuses me to make you my little bitch. Secondly, I want all those guys stroking their cocks out there to be able to imagine that you are addressing them when they are listening to the audio and watching you suck for them..."

 

"Y-yyes Sir." I can feel my cheeks growing red saying it.

 

"hahah good slut." You tip my face up toward You, my lips grazing the tip of the cock as I look over it, and up into Your beautiful dark eyes. The expression I see there is a new one, and it frightens and excites me at the same time. Before You left for Your trip, You could be somewhat cruel, but always seemed to follow the "safe, sane, consensual" rules. I see something different now. True ownership. The capability for inflicting severe pain. Your next words confirm my impressions.

 

"Your life might not depend on it, for now, but those balls of mine do. If you fail to impress me and your audience with your cocksucking performance, I am going to finally make good on my threat to kick you full force in the balls. If I break them, we can always have them removed. Do you think I am joking, kgotso?"

 

"No Mistress!"

 

"Are you saying 'no' to me kgotso?"

 

"No Mistress!...I, I mean Yes Mistress! ..I mean 'no I don't think You are joking Mistress! I MEAN SIR!"  I have begun crying a little. I know that the kick is coming, no matter how well I suck for You. Someone on the web is sure to give me a bad "review."

 

You laugh at my tears, and gather one up and taste it. "Now start sucking, slut."

 

I take the head into my mouth and start sucking rapidly, eagerly, desperately. You pull away and slap both my cheeks with it.

 

"No, no, no kgotso! Bad slut!" You slap me with it again. "Make love to it with your mouth, slut. Think of how I suck on MY cock, when my kgotso has earned the privilege!"

 

I think about how She makes love to me with Her mouth, when I am a very lucky boy, and I start worshipping the dildo before me with my mouth. I take the head in gently, and use my tongue to caress the underside. I then take it deeper into my mouth, and slowly move my head up and down, my lips wrapped around my teeth, and extend my tongue further to caress the shaft. I can tell that my Mistress is pleased, as She is moaning softly from the pressure against Her pussy, and slowly timing Her hip thrusts with my attentions. After what feels like hours, but was likely only minutes, I hear Her speak.

 

"That's much better. Good slut!"

 

"I mumble "Thank You Sir" around the shaft, and keep sucking as best I can.

 

You pull away, and tilt my face upwards to meet Your eyes again.

 

"I am pleased, kgotso. You are becoming a very good cocksucker. Before I make my decision, however, there are other votes to count."

 

You walk away, returning to the computer. Posts have filled the chat window screen, and You read them to me:

 

{Joe2112: He's trying so hard! Give him a break!}

 

{NetWanker: Sexy slut use him hard}

 

{toilet4Fem: May I have Your im, Mistress Nandi? I wish to serve You!}

 

{TransAm1974: Sxy mistress u r hot!}

 

{DraGonLoRd: He seems like a good boy, Mistress Nandi. I say spare the balls. More fun for You to keep them, no? ;) }

 

{MistressValkyrie71: he is a pitiful male creature. He deserves to be kicked. Put him in his place.}

 

 

My heart fills with hope. Two against kicking, and one for. The last post worries me, but perhaps I'll be spared a vicious kick? Then You read aloud the next post:

 

{Bull4cuckCpl: I want to see you kick the bitch. His balls are useless to him anyway. He'll be sucking my cock before long, and ass-fucked. He doesn't need them.}

 

My hope sinks. I could tell that You were turned on by Bull's posts and pics. I silently curse him.

 

"Hmmm my kgotso. Lots of comments, but only 4 that can be considered votes on your performance. That leaves the deciding vote to Me.... your potential ball breaker...hahaha"

 

"My new friend Bull wants me to kick you, and I think that it's high time that I did. We have been skirting around it for a long time. I think the time has come.

 

You rise from the couch and move behind me. You lay on me, and I feel Your breasts against my back, and the strap on putting pressure on my restrained balls. Your balls. Despite my sheer terror about what is going to happen, Your cock is hard, and the condom is now filled with my pre-cum. You whisper into my ear.

 

"You are mine, slave. In body, mind, and soul. I can do anything I want to you."

 

You pick up the inflatable butt plug, and tell me to "open". I do.

You insert the plug into my mouth, and begin pumping the bulb, inflating it.

 

"This is going to hurt VERY badly, kgotso. I don't wish to alarm the neighbors."

 

The plug stretches my mouth wide, and fills my cheeks. I am incapable of making a sound. Just a soft, scared whine through my nose.

 

You laugh, and push Your body up off me, and stand behind me.

 

"Are you ready, slave?"

 

"Mphhhh!"

 

"Good. I'll take that as a 'Yes'."

 

The pain is sharp, and blinding. The first kick makes me shriek through my nose. The second kick feels harder then the first, then everything goes black...

 

I awake to an acrid smell. You are holding smelling salts from the first aid kit under my nose. I am still restrained in the Pony. The pain in my balls, and lower abdomen is incredible. I whimper softly. I feel Your body pressed against my back.

 

"There, there, kgotso. See? You are alive! You took it for me, my pet! I'll keep the salts handy. It is not nearly as satisfying for me to torture you when you are not conscious."

 

I can feel coldness on my swelling balls as You hold an ice pack to them.

 

"Not too bad-looking, kgotso. A little purple, and some red, but I think I'll be able to allow you to keep them! Hahaha"

 

Oddly, I feel relieved. I took the kick, and it pleased You. The cold ice pack You are holding against me feels lovingly applied, and from what You have said, the balls have survived the kicking. I feel happy that I have suffered for You, and remain whole. So happy to be Your slave, and to have pleased You. This is my place, and I know it.

 

"Now I will train your ass to take a real cock, like Bull's. But before I do, there is something to attend to."

 

I feel You remove the hair elastic from around my tortured, still hard cock, and then the cum filled condom.

 

You deflate the buttplug/gag, and remove it.

 

"Kgotso. Open."

 

I open my mouth, and you hold the open end over it, and squeeze the contents into it, and over my upturned face. I see the webcam in the corner of my eye.

 

The cold cum is nasty, but I take it into my mouth and swallow it, and lick my lips to catch every drop, because I know that is what You expect.

 

"Good cumslut!" You put the buttplug/gag back into my mouth, and pump the bulb a few times.

 

You move behind me, and place a fresh condom and the hair elastic back over Your cock to collect the steady stream of pre-cum my arousal is producing.

 

I feel the head of the massive dildo pressing against my tight ass, and with a steady, undeniable thrust, You are inside me. My head explodes in pain, and I black out yet again.

 

I awake to the smell of the salts again. You have the monster dildo embedded inside me. I can feel Your hips pressed against my ass, and the pressure of the plastic dildo's balls against my tortured testicles.

 

"Back with us, kgotso? Good!"

 

I feel You begin thrusting the huge dildo in and out. I am feeling totally violated, and have never felt so much like Your total slave as I do now.

 

I lose all track of time. The immense pressure on my prostate, and the thrusting action, is milking the come from Your balls in a steady stream. I feel the condom pulling down tightly from the weight of the come filling it. You pull the fat cock out of my tortured ass, and slap Your palm down hard on my right asscheek, reddening it. "You are getting to be a great fuck, kgotso! Hmmm. Perhaps I should be whoring that tight ass out! Hahaha."

 

At this point in our relationship, I wouldn't put it past You to do just that. In my deeply submissive state, the thought actually excites me.

 

I feel You remove the come filled condom, and see You walk to the front of the pony. The fat cock is inches from my face. I see it glistening with lube, now a bit muddy, from where it has been.

 

"Kgotso. Open." I open wide. "Now, clean all the traces of that dirty fuckhole off, slut. If you do a very good job, you'll get a reward."

 

I take the cock into my mouth and start sucking and licking it clean for You. You pull it out to inspect it, and then thrust it back into my throat, roughly, and deeper than before.

 

"All the way to the balls, slut."

 

I mumble "Yes Sir" and You chuckle and thrust Your hips forward, causing me to gag desperately. Tears are flowing down my cheeks.

 

You remove the cock, and Your voice sounds disappointed. "Poor kgotso. You weren't able to clean it all. Now you will have to beg for me to give you your reward. Look up at the camera, and beg your audience for the come I have saved for you. And you better make it very convincing. If you do not earn permission to swallow the come, I'll be punishing you."

 

I begin begging the camera, earnestly. "Please allow me to swallow the come! Please! I am a cumslut! I want and need it! Please let me have it! I beg you all!" I continue begging, while you move over to the couch to view the PC screen. I hear You clucking Your tongue sadly. "My poor little slut. Most of them would prefer to see you wear it than eat it...that's bad news for your, I mean My balls...."

 

I continue begging, even more convincingly, but I know it's too late. I'm not sure that I can survive another vicious kick, but deep down I know I can, and will, suffer whatever You wish me to.

 

You walk back to me and say: "Kgotso. Close."  I immediately stop begging and close my mouth. "Now your eyes. This will sting a bit if it gets in them." I close my eyes, and marvel at the contradiction. You are genuinely concerned about hurting my eyes, but You are likely about to deliver another kick to my tortured balls. I am thankful to You for the small kindness anyway.

 

I feel the come slowly oozing from the condom as it hits my upturned forehead and begins flowing down, over my eyes, across my cheeks, and over my lips and chin. You take two fingers and lovingly spread it in a thin layer around my face. You take a tissue and gently wipe the collected pools of come off my closed eyes, and say: "Kgotso. Open."

 

I open my eyes and mouth simultaneously, and see You looking down at me with a look of pure love and adoration in Your eyes. I am filled with love for You as You place Your slick fingers into my mouth, and I lovingly lick them clean.

 

 

 

 

 

After I have cleaned Your fingers to Your satisfaction, You smile at me and say: "And now it is time for Your punishment, kgotso. Open."

 

I open my mouth wide, and feel the inflatable butt plug enter it, and start expanding as You pump it up

 

My heart starts beating faster, and my mind is racing as You straighten up and walk behind me. I am trying to mentally prepare myself for the excruciating pain to come. I soon come to the conclusion that nothing I think or do will affect my treatment. I am Your slave, and I am bound to serve and suffer for You, whenever, and however You wish. This thought makes me take a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and begin to relax.

 

You notice that my tense muscles have relaxed, and say "Good boy. You are learning that you are under my complete control now. You belong to me, and I can, and will treat You however I like. Isn't that right, kgotso?" I try to say "Yes Mistress." Through the gag, but it is unintelligible.

 

You chuckle. "I'm going to assume, for your sake that you said 'Yes Mistress' ha ha ha."

 

You delicately trace Your blood red fingernails along the muscles of my shoulders, then my back, and buttocks. It feels wonderful, and I feel comforted by Your touch.

 

You gently run the tip of Your finger over my swollen, bound balls, and that feels soothing also, but then You begin to tap them. Gently at first, but with steadily growing force. I begin to whimper through the gag with each tap. I can hear You moan softly as You make me whine, responding to Your torture. I know that my pain is exciting You, and that in turn excites me. I was born to be delivered into Your service. Your slave, Your torture victim, Your ashtray, Your toilet. Your kgotso.

 

When the kick finally comes, I black out immediately.

 

When I next become aware of my surroundings, I realize that I am no longer on the pony. Somehow, You have unshackled me, and rolled me backwards off the pony onto a soft down comforter. When You see that I have regained consciousness, You remove the smelling salts from under my nose and smile warmly and lovingly at me. I see that You are now naked. You are gently holding an ice pack against my swollen and tortured balls.

 

"We are alone now, my beloved kgotso. The computer and cameras are off. The show is over, for tonight. You did very well, my goodboy. You made your Mistress very proud of you tonight." You turn around and swing one of Your beautiful legs up over my chest, and begin lowering Your glorious pussy and ass toward my lips. "Now, make your Mistress come kgotso, then I will put you to bed to get some much needed rest. I want you to be fresh for tomorrow's show."

 

As You bring Your pussy to my lips, I extend the tip of my tongue, and begin pleasing You as I have been trained to. I feel You begin to move Your hips a bit, and You begin to softly moan. I am in my place. Where I belong, and crave to be, for You.