You will finally be coming home to Your boy after spending two months abroad. You instruct me to meet You at the airport in my best suit, carrying a large sign that says “Mistress Nandi”

You and i kiss deeply, then You pull away, and say "I've had a lot of time to think, my kgotso. I love you with all my heart, and you belong beneath me, but things will be changing. You are a wonderful slave, WHEN you are in a submissive state of mind. Once You have come, I have noticed that your submission fades. We are going to correct that, starting tonight."

The drive home is wonderful. You make love to Your boy's hand, and You look exquisite. I feel so happy to be Your boy, and although i am not sure what You have in store for me, i welcome Your corrective training, and yearn to please You, and be beneath You again;

We arrive back at the house, where I have set up Your Queening chair in the living room, as ordered. I place Your bags in the workout room as You instruct, then I fix You a drink, kneel before You, and present it to You.
You tell me to strip, and get under Your chair. I hear the locks close, and feel a peace come over me. I am right where I belong.

"I have been traveling for over 24 hours, My kgotso. I purposely did not shower the day before I left Australia, or today. I know you crave my smell. Your Mistress' essence. I have been saving it for you. What do you say, boy?"

"Thank You Mistress."

"Good boy."

You place the funnel into Your boy's mouth, then take Your rightful place, seated above Your boy's face.

I gaze up lovingly at the beautiful  ass of my Mistress, my Love, my owner.

"Are you ready, kgotso?"

I mumble around the funnel "Yes Mistress."

You unleash a torrent of Your golden nectar, and i swallow every drop.

You rise off the chair, remove the funnel, then sit back down and pull the lever that raises my head toward You. You say "Now lick me clean, boy."

Your taste and the smell of Your musk are divine. My head spins, and i feel so devoted to Your service, and complete as Your slave. I finish licking You clean to Your satisfaction, then You release me from the chair. "Kneel, kgotso."

I kneel before You as You remove Your shirt and bra. "Now lick and smell Your Mistress' underarms while you stroke your cock, which belongs to me. You will stroke My cock until you are ready to come, then you will come on my toes. You will be licking up every drop after you come."

You place one hand behind Your head, and offer Your sweaty, unshowered underarm to Your boy. I bury my face under Your arm, and inhale deeply, savoring my place as Your total slave. i stroke Your cock and come very quickly, spurting thick, ropy jets of come across Your toes. "Now lick them clean while you continue stroking MY cock." I have mixed feelings. My submission always wanes right after i come, and the come is bitter and unpleasant tasting, but i lick and swallow up every drop.

It hurts to stroke after coming, but i continue to do so as ordered while i lick Your toes. "You will keep stroking until it is hard for me again."

After 10 minutes or so, Your cock begins to stir...

"Now turn on the TV, and get back into My Chair...."

 

You begin watching Your favorite shows, and my tongue strains to follow Your movements as You giggle at the entertaining things on TV. I am beneath You, where I belong..

 

You release one of my hands, and order me to continue stroking Your hard cock while I worship Your musky and glorious pussy and ass.

 

“I have tolerated crappy airline food for hours, and I think it is only fair that my kgotso shares in it too. I know we selected the toilet tissue in the bathroom together, but I want something softer, and more intimate cleaning me. You will stay here while I go empty myself, and you will lick your Mistress’s ass clean when I return. You will be my toilet paper when I choose, from now on.”

 

“First, you will come for me. You will lick me clean in a submissive state, fresh from coming, when I return from emptying my bowels.”

 

You place the inflatable blood pressure cuff around Your balls, and pump it up to a painful level. You look down into the hole in Your chair at Your boy’s loving, upturned, and secured face, and enjoy seeing the pained and obedient grimace. “Now stroke MY cock until it comes.” I stroke more rapidly, and come for You. You scoop up the come from Your boy’s firm and flat belly, and feed it to me from Your fingers. “Sit tight, boy. I’ll be right back.”

 

I spend the next few minutes in the chair, the cuff squeezing tight, as I stroke Your cock to get it hard again for You. It hurts to stroke it so soon after coming, but I do, aching and eager to please you.  I hear the toilet flush, and then see You take Your rightful place seated above me. I feel my head being raised closer to You, and as my face is raised to serve and clean You, I can smell a whiff of a deeper Mistress’ essence than I have ever been graced with before. You pull the lever to bring Your slaves face closer, then You say “Lick”.

 

I extend my pointed, wet, and eager tongue toward Mistress’ ass, and begin flicking it back and forth eagerly, cleaning You. I am Your toilet paper, and so fulfilled and pleased to be serving You this way...

 

After i have licked You clean to Your satisfaction, You get up off the chair, and i hear Your heels clicking against the kitchen floor as you fix Yourself a second drink. The sound of Your sexy heels makes Your cock begin to stir again.

You return to the chair, and set Your drink down on my open palm, which is secured to the chair as Your coaster. I hear You walk down the hall and unzip Your suitcase, and i hear wrapping paper being torn from something.

You return and take Your seat above Your boy, and you say " I have brought you a present, kgotso. Do you want to guess what it is?"

i have a good idea, and You hear me say "sjambok?" in a muffled voice against Your glorious ass. We had discussed the brutal whip over emails and on the telephone while You were away.

"Very good kgotso! That is exactly what it is! Now, I am going to use it to make the tops of MY thighs very red and tender, so that when I torture them with my sharp heels I can enjoy your moans and screams against my ass and pussy. Doesn't that sound like fun, kgotso?"

i mumble "Yes Mistress."

You lean forward, and bring the sjambok down hard on Your thighs, making me scream. "That did NOT sound very appreciative, my slave! I carried this all the way here from Asia, and all I get is a mumble?"

You bring it down three times, each time harder than the last, and my screams are louder and more pitiful. You seem to enjoy the sensation of Your boy screaming under You.

"Now thank Me properly, boy."

i am crying in pain, and my voice cracks when i say "Thank You Mistress!" Still muffled, but much more sincerely and urgently.

"Good boy. You are getting some very angry looking welts rising on My thighs. I am going to admire them and drag my heels on them while I finish watching my show. Afterward, you will be placed on the spanking bench so I can balance out the marks by whipping the backs of My thighs, and My ass. I hope you have put very soft sheets on the bed, my slave, since you are going to be whipped until my arms are tired before I allow you to sleep..."

 

i feel Your heels dig into the welts every time You shift Your weight above me. When You find something amusing on television that makes you laugh or giggle, You have taken to scraping the sharp edges of the heels across the welts, causing me to cry out in pain while You laugh. I am truly suffering greatly for Your pleasure and amusement, and it has made Your cock rock hard. You release my right hand from the chair, and order me to stroke until i come. While i stroke, i hear the ice cubes rattle as You place the cold base of your finished drink glass on my belly, and order me to come into it. i stroke Your cock harder, and spill my come into the glass for You. i hear you spit into the glass several times, then feel You place it back onto Your "coaster".

"Now start stroking again, kgotso. I am going to prepare a cocktail for my boy. Since we are out of cream liqueur I am going to continue to beat and torture you, and keep you in this chair until you have finished filling the glass to my satisfaction. You will be providing the liqueur and I will provide the mixers for your cocktail. What do you say, kgotso?"

"Thank You Mistress"


You continue to strike me on the thighs with the sjambok, alternating with torturing me with Your heels while i stroke Your cock for You. After a surprisingly short time, Your cock begins to grow hard again, and You place the glass back under it and say "Come for Me, kgotso". i immediately spurt a little bit of come into the glass and You are disappointed in the amount. You tell me so. "Poor kgotso! That wasn't very much at all! If I weren't so anxious to get you onto the bench, you would be here all night!

 

"Another time, I will keep you bound and beaten until you have managed to fill the glass, but since it is getting late and I am a little tired from my travels, I have chosen to help you fill it. Aren't you lucky to have such a kind Mistress?"

"Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress!"


i hear You spit into the glass several more times, then see You rise from Your chair above me. i hear You walk to the bathroom, and a few seconds later, i can faintly hear the sound of You releasing Your bladder. i find myself wishing that You were using me as Your toilet, but i think i know what You are doing...

i hear You go into the kitchen, getting a spoon from the drawer and stirring the cocktail....

 

i can hear the partially melted ice cube tinkling against the glass as You set it down on Your coaster. You look down at Your slave in his rightful place and smile at me.

"I am going to feed you your cocktail in a moment, kgotso. First, I want to do a few things to ensure that you are fully aware of My ownership of you while you enjoy your cocktail."

i hear You go into the spare room and rummage through the bag of toys. i feel You return and kneel on the floor by my feet, and softly stroke Your now exhausted and soft cock. You pet it gently and lovingly, and take it into Your mouth and suck tenderly. After coming for You so many times, the head is so sensitive that even Your gentle touch feels like fire. After being repeatedly milked, it is not responding at this time...

"Poor kgotso. It looks like I will need to allow My cock to get some rest before it can perform for me again."

i feel You lube Your ass, then i feel something large pressing against it. You begin twisting it back and forth as You push harder and harder, and i feel the very tip of something large penetrate me. You continue to push, and twist. It feels huge, but i am in such a beaten and submissive state the pain is manageable. i feel You stop pushing. i am filled. i hear a whoosh of air and feel the object grow slightly larger, causing me to gasp. You chuckle and say "See? I knew my ass was ready for this. The smaller plug that you wore for Me while I was away has prepared you."

You squeeze the bulb and the plug inflates inside me, filling me more than i have ever felt before. It is only slightly uncomfortable, and Your ass is well conditioned to accept it. It begins to feel wonderful and i feel filled, loved, and used as i should be for You. i am deeply in love with You, and committed to suffering for Your pleasure, and being completely owned by You. i say "Thank You, Mistress."

”Don't be so hasty to thank Me yet, kgotso. I'm not finished." You hold up a small bottle and an eyedropper over the opening in Your chair. "I picked this up in Hong Kong. It is o used as a muscle liniment, much like Icy Hot, only much more potent. Since my slave didn't seem to mind the Icy Hot last time, I thought I'd bring back something sure to cause the reaction I desire."

i feel You wrap Your hand around Your cock and squeeze, then an excruciating sensation as You use Your sharp fingernail on the sensitive opening. I scream.

"Shhhh kgotso. That's just my fingernail tenderizing My cock a little bit. I haven't even applied the liniment yet!"
I can hear the smile in Your voice, and Your cruel amusement excites me.

You continue to probe and scrape the tender opening, and my initial screams and moans subside into steady whimpering. You are clearly enjoying Yourself.

You slide the eyedropper into Your cock, and You squeeze. It is like no pain i have ever felt before. It is indescribable. i cannot even scream. You grow concerned, and look down at Your slaves face. My eyes are wide open, and my mouth is locked wide in a silent scream. It hurts too much to breathe, and i have no air to scream with. i finally draw a deep breath, but all i am capable of is a low moan. You smile and laugh when You see that i can breathe, and You are amused by Your boy's eyes opened as wide as they can be. You are pleased with the results.

i am whimpering, whining, and moaning. i am sweating profusely, and tears are flowing down my cheeks in a steady stream. You reach down and collect a tear on Your fingertip and bring it to Your beautiful lips to taste it.

"Mmmm kgotso. Your tears taste delicious. All that reaction from a tiny little drop! I'll need to send away for a larger bottle once I finish with this one!"

You place the funnel gag into Your boy's mouth, and i see that the glass is now filled to the rim with a mixture of Your slaves “liqueur”, Your spit, and Your golden nectar. You slowly pour the "cocktail" into the funnel, filling it almost to the brim. "Lucky for you I needed to pee, or my poor kgotso would have gone to bed thirsty! Now drink it up"

i suck on the cock end of the funnel gag, and feel the thick mixture begin filling my mouth. It is a heady concoction, a mixture of Your essence, and mine. The cocktail is a blend of You and me. It doesn't taste very pleasant, but what it is, and what it symbolizes makes me eagerly suck and swallow over and over again until the funnel is empty except for the ice cubes.

"Good boy. I am going to go prepare for torturing you on my bench. I'll return to collect you once the ice has melted and the funnel is empty."

 

I lie under Your chair and continue to sip and swallow the diluted mixture of “cocktail” and melting ice. I hear You bathing and preparing for bed and I begin to notice that the horrible burning sensation has passed, replaced by a dull after-ache…a pain hangover of sorts.  The sensation of being stretched and filled to bursting by the inflatable plug is also replaced by a pleasant throbbing that reminds me of whom I belong to and that You can do anything You wish to Your slave. As if I needed reminding!

 

Some time after the last of the ice has melted (I’m never sure how much time is passing when I am in such a submissive state), I wake to hear Your angry voice hissing above me, “KGOTSO! I did NOT give You permission to sleep!” For a moment, I am horrified that I have displeased You, but I notice that You are smiling lovingly at me. “I’m taking you to bed with me now kgotso. There will be plenty of time for the bench after you take Your Mistress on a lovely picnic in the woods tomorrow…

 

 

Mistress Nandi’s Return-Chapter Two

 

On the weekend before Your return, You had written an email to Your boy containing very mysterious and interesting instructions:

 

{From: "Mistress Nandi" “MsNandi@hotmail.com”

Subject: instructions

To: “kgotso” “MNs_kgotso@hotmail.com”

 

“I have a task for you, kgotso. I will be returning to you next weekend. Tomorrow morning, you are to go for a walk in the woods behind the house. You may bring our dog with you for company. I enjoy seeing my two boys enjoying a nature walk together. You are to bring an axe, a marker, 6 of the steel eyehooks like the ones in the bedroom ceiling, and several strips of brightly colored ribbon. You will locate a small clearing in the woods, or clear one yourself, using the axe. It should be far enough from the house to ensure privacy. The clearing should contain two large trees, approximately 3 meters apart. At least one of the tree trunks should be large enough that you cannot touch your fingers together when you wrap your arms around it. On this tree you are to install 5 of the eyehooks as follows:

 

You will stand on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around one of the trees, and mark spots on the rough bark as far as you can reach on both sides. Install one hook at each mark.

 

I then want you to kneel before the tree and repeat the process, installing two more hooks on the far side of the trunk.

 

Install the fifth hook as far as you can reach over your head on the side of the trunk you are facing, then turn and walk to the second tree and install the last remaining hook at the same height. You are then to walk back to the house, tying a ribbon every few meters so the spot can be easily located when I wish to find it”}

 

Your email ends there with no further explanation. I have been trained to not ask questions, so the next morning I go for a walk in the woods with our dog and locate the perfect spot, not very far from the house, but far enough to ensure that none of my neighbors can see it. I tie Buddy’s leash to a nearby tree and get to work. It is only 9AM, but a very warm day, and I begin sweating from the effort of clearing the brush, small trees, and saplings from the area. I remove my shirt, and stretch my arms over my head. I smile as I feel my muscles stretch, and relax. I am proud of how much I have improved Your body for You. Your cock begins to stir a bit, as it excites me to perform tasks for You, and also because I have begun to suspect that You will be using and torturing Your boy in this place You have ordered me to create for You.

 

By the time I have finished clearing the area, Your slaves muscles are sweaty and glistening in the sun. It feels so good to be in the sun, and working so hard to fulfill Your commands.

 

I begin installing the hooks as directed. I reach my arms around the larger of the two trees and feel the rough bark biting into my naked chest. I suddenly remember the story You had written, and Your cock grows hard immediately. I have not been allowed to come for a very long time, and I am not allowed to touch Your cock without Your permission, so I continue installing the hooks, trying to ignore the insistent erection that rubs against the tree as I hug it and mark the locations for the hooks as directed by You.

 

I have a good idea what the hooks on the far side of the first tree are for, but I am puzzled by the highest one, and it’s matching counterpart across the clearing on the other tree. It is not my place to question You, however, so I finish installing the hooks and return to the house. I send You an email describing the clearing and that I have finished the task, and make myself a sandwich. As always, I leave my Yahoo open in case You log on and wish to talk to Your boy. Over the last few months the number of contacts in my Yahoo that can “see” me has steadily dwindled, and now the only person that ever knows when I am online is You. It feels so right that You should own and control me so completely. I have had fantasies of submission and slavery to a beautiful Dominant woman for most of my life, and even dabbled in a few relationships that involved BDSM over the years. I have never felt this submissive, and the chemistry, the fit between us, is like nothing I have ever known before. I am so happy to belong to You.

 

I continue eating my lunch and watching television when my email inbox “dings” alerting me that I have a message from You.

 

I am reminded of the story of Pavlov’s dogs, where the animals were conditioned to salivate whenever a bell was rung, and I smile to myself. I had nearly dropped my sandwich and spilled my can of Diet Coke rushing to click on the icon that will allow me to see what You have written to me. Your training of me has gone very well indeed.

 

{From: "Mistress Nandi" “MsNandi@hotmail.com”

Subject: instructions

To: “kgotso” “MNs_kgotso@hotmail.com

 

“Good boy! The clearing sounds perfect! After you finish your lunch (and you will eat lunch if you have not done so already), you will go back to our place and collect a number of the saplings that you have cut. They should be as straight as possible, and of varying thickness. You will cut them down to one meter long or so, and lay them in the sun near the larger tree to grow dry and stiff for when I return to use them on you. I’m sure that you have figured out what at least some of the hooks are for, so I don’t think I’m ruining the surprise. You will find out the rest of what I have in store for you next weekend J”}

 

It makes me smile to see that even when You are being cruel, You care enough to remind Your boy to eat. You have become the very definition of Loving Authority, and I have never been happier in my life. I yearn to be beneath You, beaten and tortured by You, and loved by You. I have missed You so much, and I can’t wait for You to come home to Your slave.

 

 

 

 

The final week of Your absence progresses, and we talk of all the things we will do together when You return, It’s still Summer, and we plan lots of day trips during the week, the beach, motorcycle rides, bringing Buddy back to the park near my house, etc…

 

You make no mention of the picnic/play area that You directed me to create. I begin to worry that You have forgotten. On the night before You are due to fly back to me, I receive another email:

 

{From: "Mistress Nandi" “MsNandi@hotmail.com”

Subject: instructions

To: “kgotso” “MNs_kgotso@hotmail.com”

 

{My dear kgotso:  Before this weekend, I want you to go back to the clearing and ensure that all is ready for a picnic we will have there on Saturday. Make sure that none of the woodland creatures have stolen the saplings I ordered you to prepare. If that has happened, you will cut and prepare new ones and place them where I can find them. I have attached a grocery list for our picnic. In addition to the food on the attached list, here is a list of items that you will pack into a bag:

 

2) 50 foot sections of rope

All four cuffs

The parachute for My balls

The strap on dildo

A small pillow

A picnic blanket

The next book in the “Beauty” series (I finished the first one, and I like it very much)”

You will also be prepared to bring the white plastic “fucking stool” that you bought for the spanking bench.}

 

You arrive on a Friday. I greet You at the airport as ordered to, and You spend the evening punishing and using Your boy. I am so happy to have You back with me.

 

On Saturday morning, I prepare Your coffee, and gently wake You by massaging Your feet. You allow me to drink the contents of Your bladder, then direct me to lick You to orgasm as You relax in bed. My Mistress has come home to me. J

 

You invite me back into the bed beside You, and we lie there together for a while, happy in each others arms.

 

“Time for our picnic, kgotso. Is the area prepared as I have directed?”

 

“Yes Mistress.”

 

“Good. Bring the items on the list there, then remove your clothing and lie face down on the picnic blanket and wait for me.”

 

I do exactly as ordered, and feel slightly embarrassed and fearful that a neighbor might have decided to take a stroll in the woods and see me. The late-morning sun feels very good on my body, and I begin getting used to the idea of waiting for my Mistress, naked, here in the place I have created for us.

 

I hear some footsteps, and twigs snapping underfoot as someone approaches. I’m pretty sure it is You, but my pulse quickens at the thought of someone seeing me here like this. I dare not look up.

 

“Hello my kgotso. This place is perfect, as I’d imagined. Very good boy!”

 

“Thank You Mistress.” I smile at the thought of having pleased You.

 

“Now get up, and crawl to me, kgotso”

 

I get up on all fours, and begin crawling toward You. I see that You are also naked, and Your cock twitches and begins to grow hard at the sight of Your beautiful body before me.

 

You chuckle, and say: “Surprised, kgotso? I thought that we’d see what it will be like when we retire to our island and spend our lives naked, playing and loving in nature.”

 

“Besides, I want you to know that I do not require the trappings of a Dominatrix to wield my power over you. I enjoy dressing in leather and latex and high heels when we play, but a costume is not required to use My boy. Isn’t that right, kgotso?”

 

“Yes Mistress.”

 

“Now reach up and wrap your arms around the tree.”

 

I obey, and You fasten a cuff to each wrist, and secure them to the hooks.

 

“Now bend your right knee, and wrap it around the tree as high as you can.”

 

You secure a cuff to my ankle, and fasten it to one of the lower hooks. I have to strain a bit to get my leg high enough for You to attach it to the far side of the tree.

 

“Now the other leg.”

 

I comply, and after You have fastened the remaining cuff, I am now firmly attached to the tree, with my feet off the ground, literally hugging it.

 

I hear You chuckle behind me, and say: “My “Republican Dude” is a tree hugger after all!” I never knew you were such a demonstrative environmentalist! Hahaha”

 

You had started calling me that after I told You that I voted for Bush.

 

The rough bark bites into the flesh of my chest and arms, and my now erect cock is pressed tightly to it as well. It is uncomfortable, but I enjoy suffering for You, and You know it.

 

“How cute you look! Like a BushBaby, clinging to a tree! Hahahha. Hmmm. I seem to recall that you actually voted for Bush, didn’t you? Perhaps the first ten strokes should be for that?”

 

“As You wish, Mistress”

 

“Of course it is ‘as I wish’! I can punish my slave for any reason I choose to, or no reason at all, isn’t that right, kgotso?”

 

“Yes Mistress.”

 

You select one of the cut and dried saplings, and swish it menacingly back and forth a few times. I shudder a bit, know what is to come, but Your cock grows harder against the rough tree bark.

 

Without saying a word, You bring the sapling down hard against Your ass, perched at a perfect height on the tree for You.

 

“We are not going to count today, my kgotso. You know I detest math. Hahaha. I plan to beat you until I tire of it, then we will proceed with our picnic.”

 

I don’t even try to count as You rain blow after blow against me. The pain is great, and I struggle to stay as still as possible. I do not scream, because my fear of alerting the neighbors to what is happening just a few yards from their homes is greater than my need to scream. No gag is required.

 

“No screams, kgotso? Good boy. I wouldn’t want any party crashers to be alerted to our presence, and what we are doing here, either.”

 

You select another sapling, and begin to beat me again. I have no idea what the marks might look like, but I am sure that Your ass is heavily welted, and perhaps bleeding. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, and the rough bark keeps me still against the tree. I do not wish to scrape or mark Your cock and balls.

 

You use each and every sapling, until You reach the last, thickest, and heaviest one.

 

“This is very much like a sjambok, My kgotso. Very good boy! See? We do not need to spend a lot of money on new toys. Nature and my desire to beat you bloody provide all the fun we need!”

 

You rain down blows on Your ass with the heaviest sapling. It feels like being punched by a fist. I am sure the bruises it leaves will last for weeks, and I am happy to be brutalized and marked by You.

 

“My arms are tired now kgotso. Very good boy. You didn’t utter a peep! I can’t wait to do this again in a more secluded setting, so I can enjoy your screams.”

 

I hear You rummage through the bag and open a bottle of water and get the book.

 

“I’m going to read a bit, snack on some of this sumptuous picnic feast, and enjoy the view of my beautiful and heavily marked ass. I’ll let you down when I feel the need to.”

 

Feeling my wounds throb, and being perched and secured to the tree for You feels like the most natural place in the world. I used to fear and hate the feeling when You would tie me and leave me, but I now feel “right” about it, That I should be left hanging until You are ready to pay attention to me again.

 

After a while, You come back to the tree and begin releasing me. First the ankle cuffs, one at a time. You lightly stroke the welts on Your ass as You give me time for the blood to begin flowing back into my legs so I can stand on my own, then You release the wrist cuffs, and tell me to crawl onto the blanket, and lie on my back. The blanket is soft, but I can feel how heavily marked Your ass is.

 

I see You retrieve the ropes from the bag, and You begin tying my wrists together tightly, then my ankles, leaving a long length of rope remaining on each. You take one rope, and tie it tightly to one of the trees.

 

“Now arch your back, kgotso. Lift that ass as far off the ground as you can.”

 

I do so, and You place the white plastic footstool under Your ass. You then walk toward my ankles, and pull the other rope tightly, and tie it to the other tree. Once You are satisfied, You remove the small footstool, and Your slave is tightly suspended between the two trees, Your ass swinging gently, 20 or so centimeters off the blanket.

 

I hear You walk off into the woods, then see You return with an armful of dried branches and thorny bushes. You set them down, and then gather up the blanket from beneath me, and set it aside.

 

You see the look of alarm on my face, and say” Don’t worry, kgotso. I don’t plan on starting a fire under you, provided that you do not disturb me while I curl up in my kgotso hammock and relax a bit.”

 

You place the collection of gnarled, dried branches and thorn bushes beneath my heavily marked ass, then settle into Your hammock with Your book, and begin to read, and swing gently. Every swing scrapes the thorns against Your tenderized ass, making me want to cry out, but I dare not, for fear of being discovered here. I also remain quiet because of my uncertainty about Your threat of setting them afire. I serve under You in agony, and hear You begin to softly snore....

 

My arms feel like they are about to pop out of their sockets. I’m not sure if You have been asleep for only a few minutes or hours. Time has stopped for me, and I can only concentrate on the pain I am enduring in order to serve You, and to help You sleep comfortably. I hear Your breathing change, and You move slightly. I am silently begging You to wake up and give me a break from the pain of being suspended here.

You finally wake, and raise Your beautiful face from my chest to look into my eyes.

You reach up and kiss me. Your weight shifting on me causes me to whimper while we kiss, and I can see in Your eyes that it excites You. I am grateful for the kiss, and excited by what I see in Your eyes. Love, lust, cruelty, and sexual excitement. Pride of ownership.

“Are You ready for a break, kgotso?”

“Yes Mistress! Please!”

You chuckle, and gently swing Your legs over the side of Your hammock and get off.

“Ok kgotso. For your “break” I was going to simply flip you over and take another nap on Your back, but since you made me laugh I’ll let you down. The parachute and strap-on will have to wait. We’ve been out here for hours, and I want to get you back into the house. We will begin your humiliation training tonight.”

 

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.