“Damn it, damn it, I hate it when I’m late, gawd I’m going to be sorry for this” I grumbled softly to myself. Buzz… Buzz… giggling to my self I realize I might get away with it she’s not here, she’s late also.
Buzz.. buzz… “Oh thank you merciful goddess mother nature,” I smile a worrisome smile “I’m safe.”
“Oh sweet baby have you been waiting for long?” her voice echoes, almost dripping in sarcasm. The result causing my already anticipating cock to bugle further is its cloth encasing. I smile thinking god all this reaction from a voice. The door swings open and there stood my Goddess the woman of my dreams but also my waking night mares. Today my goddess.. Tomorrow who knows what! I stood unable to move my eyes darting over her body, her curves, her ever supple breast I longed to touch, to feel the silken material of her blouse, the coarse harsh leather of her whip. I longed to feel the secret places that not many were privileged enough to touch.
“Drop to your knees” my reality focused back into the world of the here and now. My goddess was talking and here I am thinking off my cock. I fell to my knees not thinking of what I was doing. It was a reaction I had never thought about, all I cared about was my goddess “Follow me, Now.” in an instant my knees were moving I was transported back to baby days like a carefree child following its mother. The rhythmic click of her high boots echoing off the polished floors, the floors that not so long ago I had tenderly licked clean for some distant infraction. Not wishing to upset my Goddess I hastened my pace, my knees aching at the harshness of the cold floor. Her perfume filled the air like a tropical flower daring me to pick it, I was lost somewhere in the echoes off time.
“Clothing off, and wait in position.” I knew at once what she wanted. I removed my crumpled gray suit, not daring to look at my goddess for chance of drifting off into my own thought and loosing track of my task at hand. After I had removed all my apparel, I glanced up at my sweet tormentor “And what do you call that ?” she said pointing at my now fully erect member dripping precum, my mind wandered to all the previous encounters I had had with my Goddess. My reality once again snapped forth into focus and I lowered my head in shame and licked up the precum as I had been taught.. The sent of my own self and floor wax filling my nostrils and taste of my own bodily fluids sliding down my throat, my thoughts free off constraint.
Suddenly the sharp sting of leather on my buttocks. The sweet touch of my tormentor at last, before I knew it yet another, then another I lost count at five and was grateful for not having to count off for my sweet Goddess. My cock twitching and jerking with every stroke, my precum pooling where I had just cleaned. As quickly as she had started she finished. I heard the clicking of her heels as she left the room. I dared not look and kept my focus on the floor, my cock now returning to a semi soft state. My mind wondering “why does this lady have some much control over me?” “Why do keep coming back?” “I am a powerful man and yet she can bring to my knees with a notion of her hand.”
“Johnnie here now” I crawled to her willingly never once looking in those eyes, deep blue eyes, the eyes that said so much, the eyes that could tear my soul apart, the eyes that could make me feel like I was the only person that could satisfy her. Stopping at her feet I lower my head to rest on her now stocking clad feet. Her toes raising and now tilting my head. Those eyes now peering into my soul, looking into places no one had ever been. “Never keep me waiting again” with that her foot was firmly shoved into my waiting and eager mouth. Tenderly I sucked each toe in turn, lovingly I licked between them, her soft groans echoed in the candle lite semi darkness. My goddess was mine. I was hers.
“Legs”… I continued up her legs savoring the sweet smell of her pussy, stealing the occasional look at her upper thighs, the creamy perfect skin where her delicate lace stockings ended, the forbidden zone I ached to enter. Her fingers entwined in my hair urging me ever upward, nearing my goal. The forbidden fruit would soon be mine. “Ouch” my hair is sharply pulled to extent I can feel it being removed by the roots. “No, you always ask permission!” she snapped. I knew better than to argue, my flesh still feeling the heat from the leather only 15 minutes prior.
“Bench” I positioned myself over the spanking horse annoyed with myself for not being quicker and more adept at pleasing my Lady “Now my sweet, today I’m going to leave your hands free unbound, as a punishment for trying to use them on me.” Little did I realize in my aroused state of pleasure I had tried to grope my Lady Goddess and for this I knew the penalty would be high and she knew my reaction from previous floggings that I would most certainly try to use my hands to cover my butt.
“Now Johnnie you are too count, loud clear and strong. Miss one or waiver in your voice I start again, and keep those hands clear they will mark and be visible we can’t have that can we now.” From the corner off my eye I noticed the heavy wooden paddle raise I told myself to relax let go, go with it, but initially my buttocks clenched at the blow… “One, thank you Goddess.” The thud forcing my eyes closed. “Two, thank you Goddess.” my cheeks relaxing “Three, thank you Goddess.” The subtle soothing warmth creasing my body, soon enveloping me. Time seemed to last an eternity, my hands staying fixed by my side as if bound by invisible rope. I would not falter. I would see my Lady smile. “20, thank you Goddess.” Tears welling in my eyes, sweat running in torrents from my brow.
Cold suddenly raced across my reddened ass cheeks, “Wow you like that don’t you baby.” she said, as she fingered my ass hole “Yes my Lady I do.”, “And why do you like it Johnnie” she stated in a almost monotone voice as if she knew the answer “Because I’m your whore, yours to use in any way you see fit.” and with that she insert a another finger in to my waiting eager ass hole with that she removed her pleasing pleasurable fingers and roughly inserted a plug about three time the size off her slender fingers the burning was immense as my hole struggled to accommodate its larger size “Hehe ohh poor baby can’t have you enjoying this too much can we.”
“No my Goddess” but secretly in side I was begging to taken and used as her toy.
As I opened my eyes to sneak a look at my sweet tormentor she was positioning herself in front of me. My cock longed to be hers straining up against the hard wood of the spanking horse wriggling proved to be of no use “ohh that cock of yours annoying you, mustn’t scratch it on the wood my sweet little boy”, and with that my hands are bound. “Now you be a sweet dear and wait here. I have some errands to run.”
I could feel the precum pooling beneath me. The heat from my paddling spreading across my body the dull yet gentle ache of my ass longing to be hers as it learned to accommodate the now comforting plug. What passed seemed like an eternity then I heard it, the sound, like music to my ears, the heels I longed yet again, to lick clean. The heels that once had ass fucked me. The heels of my sweet tormentor.
“Eyes closed and maybe you’ll get a nice surprise, mm but maybe not.” I snapped them shut with out a second thought, drowning myself in my sweet world off hidden delight. Click click. the heels drew steadily closer. “Eyes open.” and there before me was my Goddess in all her glory totally naked I feasted on the magnificent sight, the firm rounded breasts I had only dreamed off touching, sucking and creasing, always there taunting me. The nipples I longed to take in my mouth, and feel harden under the warmth of my tongue… The waist I desired to hold in loving embrace. The pussy I fantasized wrapped around my cock, inserting my tongue into its silken depths ,the same pussy driving me to endless orgasms night after night as I lay in my bed alone like a perverted teenager whacking off in the darkness. The arms so strong yet feminine. The hands so slender that could bring pleasure or pain. The strapon she held… As I squeezed my eyes to focus it “Ohh baby are your eyes stinging from your sweat, let me fix that for you” her hand in my hair caused my all ready stiff member to harden to steel, but again only pain insured as my hair was pulled and I was forced to look yet again into her eyes. The eyes I so wanted to drown in. It was too intense I wanted to cry. I closed them it was then that it dawned on me she was blindfolding me “Suck it slut, show me you want to please me, take it all” The strong taste of latex in my mouth I resisted the urge to gag. “You love to suck my cock don’t you , you worthless little cock sucker.”
I screamed in pain a sharp pain spread across my naked shoulder my goddess had moved her now booted foot to rest on back. As I sucked feverishly, I could hear her pleasuring herself as I sucked her cock the aroma of her pussy making me wriggle, to at least get a little taste of the sweet nectars in my mouth. “More, that’s the boy” 4 inches, 5 inches, I sucked for all I was worth my ass twitching feeling the fullness of the plug 6 inches. “Stop.”
My plug was slowly being removed. My lady was going to take my ass. “Relax now boy, your of no use to me if your damaged” God it felt so good she raised my ass, so as to accommodate the dildo.. In and out she trust over and over again the tip of the dildo doing its jobs probing my prostrate. It wasn’t long before I was in ecstasy. My Goddess’ hand had found my stiff member and worked it to perfection, the immingled feeling of my ass being rammed to its capacity and my dick being pleasured was too much to bear I was going to cum. “Goddess, may I cum, I beg you please let me cum this time” I said in almost too begging voice fearing her response, “No I’m not finished” came the harsh stern reply. I held on with all my might. Even thoughts of naked old men could not clear my thoughts of Cumming, but then nothing. She had let go off my bulging member and her cock no longer pounded my now over stretched ass. It was then she laughed a high pitch cackle, happy kind of laugh, and removed my blindfold it took a few seconds to realize what had just surpassed.
My ass was once again being tormented “Johnnie, doesn’t Simon have a wonderful dick, and he gives the best hand jobs” there was little I could do but just lay there and except another mans cock filling my ass, the sounds of my Goddess yet again pleasuring herself to orgasm, filling my ears. Finally allowing myself to melt to the pleasure I was receiving, and Cumming in felt like a loud thunderous clap. “Oh the humiliation of being serviced by my chauffeur, the same chauffeur I had ordered to drop me off one block always for fear of getting caught. I was once again snapped back into reality “Same time next week Mr. Howard or will you be sitting in parliament?”
I’ve always liked my job although some might think I’m perverse. There is something about the constant parade of young men-some might call them boys, but I know better-who surround me at the private, all-male school I run. The one I remember most though is Cain.
Cain was sent to my school by his worried parents who had had enough of his “wild” behavior which included sex with girls, women and even other men. They even confided that they suspected he masturbated quite often daily. They were terribly fearful of where all this might lead. Secretly I was hoping for him to misbehave when he arrived because, you see, I have my own style of “discipline” which seems effective and gives me quite a lot of pleasure as well. Cain didn’t disappoint me
I met Cain on his first day just minutes after I arrived for work. I sat him down at a computer terminal and instructed him to come to my office at 8.30 where we would discuss the school, the rules, and what he should expect. He said little and turned immediately to the computer. As I walked away I could hear the confident clatter of keys against his fingertips. I wondered what he was doing, but resisted the temptation to turn around and look. As I straightened my office I wondered about him, what he would be like. He was certainly attractive, and mature, for his age. Eager to spend some time with my new charge I decided to peek in on him and start our meeting earlier than planned.
I walked quietly up behind him and was shocked by what I saw on the screen. Flashing by in some sort of slide show fashion was photograph after photograph of nude women and men. That isn’t what really took my breath away. It’s what these women were doing, or rather, doing to men. These women had men tied up, bound up. Some were in heavy metal chains, others wore rope, and still others were tightly restrained by taut leather straps. The restraints almost all dug deeply into male flesh, and even their crotches. Arms were twisted at the most unusual angles and bodies were mercilessly exposed and vulnerable. It was fascinating to see this young, apparently sexually aware, male staring so intently at these images. I even perceived that Cain was slowly squeezing his thighs together and grinding his hips into the deep cushion of the chair. Then I noticed that one hand was buried deep in his pocket rhythmically, almost absent mindedly, stroking his flesh.
“What do you think you’re doing young man!” I boomed.
He jumped, startled at my sudden interruption, but quickly regained his composure to look straight through me in defiance. I knew I would have my hands full with this boy. I relished the thought.
“Perhaps I should call your parents back right away and tell them, show them, what you’re already up to.”
He answered slowly.
“No, please don’t do that,” he stammered. “I’m sure we can sort it out.”
“You’ll have to be punished. At this school we don’t tolerate such wicked behavior from our young gents.”
I wasn’t sure, but his eyes seemed to flicker with excitement for a moment then it was gone.
“Go on up to my office. We’ll get started on your indoctrination now.”
He stood up and for the first time I noticed him, really noticed him. He was tall and wiry, but with fully developed arms and the unmistakable sign of arousal as his nipples pressed pertly through his crisp white shirt. He brushed past me as he walked out of the room and his testosterone scent filled my nostrils. I think he was aware of his power over women.
I followed a few steps behind and watched him carefully. He was in uniform, but what he did to that uniform was sinful. His shorts barely reached below the curve of his bum and, unlike most . Every step he took up the stairs revealed his well toned flesh . His legs were shapely and muscular. His parents had told me he was an athlete who liked running and football. A regular boy I had expected, but there was more to this boy. There was nobody around us so I looked carefully up from the stairs and could see the swollen flesh between his legs . was instantly aroused and quickly cool myself so I wouldn’t be noticed.
Cain stopped just inside my office. I pointed to a low, very short, stool and told him sit upon it. I found that forcing the students to sit on the tiny stool increased my authority over them. When he sat I noticed that his shorts rode up his firm young thighs, exposing the creamy flesh of his inner thigh. He tried to feign modesty by pulling them down but to no avail.
“You were told of the regulations for your uniform?” I asked him sternly.
“Yeah,” he replied mockingly.
I looked him over carefully. The buttons of his shirt tugged open against the fullness of his chest.
“Your shirt is too tight,” I told him.
“I can’t help it if they’re made for little boys,” he answered with an edge, thrusting his chest out and forcing the buttons to strain even more.
I ignored his challenge and launched into the same lecture I give all new arrivals.
“You’re here because your parents are worried about you. You’ve been suspended from every other school you’ve attended. You are here because we have rules guaranteed to put you back into line and help you grow up to be a proper young man.”
Cain snorted.
“Get Up!” I ordered.
Cain didn’t move.
“Get UP!” I repeated louder.
This time he complied, slowly, perhaps wondering if he had passed some boundary.
“Get on your knees and bend over the stool. It’s time for you to start learning your lessons!”
Cain giggled, but turned and bent over the tiny stool like a little boy. He tried to look back at me as I opened the drawer of my desk and took out a small, black leather paddle. I walked behind him, pressed the flat paddle to his ass and then quickly struck him with it.
Cain laughed.
“Pull your shorts down , Now” I ordered him.
Cain’s hands moved slowly toward the waist of his shorts. He was now clearly worried and suddenly modest.
“Do it quickly,” I urged.
Cain grasped the waist band of his shorts and pulled it clear to his knees. Now the only thing between his tender, toned bum and my paddle was his thin jocks which hugged his every curve.
Without hesitation I smacked his semi exposed bum with my paddle. He lurched, letting go of his shorts, and allowing them to drop to his ankles . The laughing and giggling had stopped.
“Lift your shorts back up.”
He complied and one after another I landed a series blows. Red marks quickly appeared on his exposed white flesh and his giggles turned to whimpers and then deep moans. I stopped.
Cain was writhing, lifting his bum up toward my paddle. Imagine my delight when I saw the hard on in his jocks as his hips undulated. I raised David walked up the driveway to the old farm. It hadn’t changed much from the days when he used to come here as a kid. Still the same old orchard, the
“Sit back down.”
Cain demurely stood up, straightened his disheveled clothes, and sat down tenderly with a more somber expression on his face. As he sat, he subtly squeezed his thighs together in the same rhythm with which he had writhed earlier.
“Now you have some idea of how we will deal with your misbehavior. As I said earlier, your uniform is expected to fit properly, your shorts are to be the correct length, and you will always respect me and the other ladies here.”
Cain looked down and nodded, blushing.
“I want to talk to you about the pictures you were looking at in the computer room.”
I paused. Cain looked up, a sudden expression of worry on his face.
“That was a very serious offense and we would normally call in your parents for a conference to discuss it. We might even send you to a psychologist to find out why you…”
Cain interrupted.
“Please, please don’t call my parents. Can’t we work something out? They’d never understand. Some extra homework, some chores, some sort of punishment?”
I sat quietly, thoughtfully, as I surveyed this pleading young man, suddenly more worried about what his parents might think or do than about what I might think or do. Or, was it all an act? I asked myself. He wasn’t as hard as he pretended to be. I decided he was a likely new candidate for my own style of discipline. I was becoming more and more aroused at the prospects of possessing this young creature for my very own.
“Okay, let’s talk then.”
Cain visibly relaxed, obviously thinking that he had manipulated me into what he wanted. Soon he would realize how wrong he was. Soon he would be in my grasp, helpless, and yet willing.
“Do those pictures excite you?” I asked.
Cain squirmed about upon the stool before looking at the floor and meekly replying “yeah.”
“Tell me why?”
Cain squirmed a bit more.
“Umm…it turns me on.”
“Why?”
“Being helpless, letting somebody else do what they want. It…it…means you can just feel good and not feel guilty because you can’t get away.”
“Have you ever been bound up like that?” I asked gently.
“No…never…but…I’d like to.”
Cain shyly looked up at me. That was my cue.
“I’ll tell you what…I’ll forget about talking to your parents…if you let me tie you up.”
Cain looked surprised, disbelieving. He didn’t speak right away so I just waited.
“Okay,” he finally said in a wavering voice.
I rose from my desk and unlocked a cupboard. Opening the cupboard I reached inside for length of stout rope. I could feel Cain’s eyes trying to peer past my body at the contents of my cupboard.
“Don’t look at me!” I snapped. I didn’t even need to turn around to know that Cain’s eyes were now submissively locked on the floor. Perhaps he was doubting if he wanted to go through with this after all.
I stepped behind Cain and ordered him to hold his arms high in the air. He obeyed immediately and I began to bind his wrists tightly together with coil upon coil of the rope. He whimpered from time-to-time as I knotted and tested his bonds. Finally, I tossed the loose end over one of the pipes in the overhead. I tugged it tight and at the same time urged Cain to stand. I continued to draw the rope tight until Cain was slightly on his toes. Securing the rope to a radiator I admired the delicious, young body stretched out helplessly before me. His body strained at the ropes and at his clothes in a seductive fashion. His shorts had pulled high above the exposed flesh of his thighs. I stepped toward him and pressed my body softly to his back. Cain gasped and pressed his ass into my pussy.
“Stop that!” I demanded.
I wanted him to heed my orders and do what I wanted.
I savored his body in my hands, running them firmly over his hips and waist and then slowly up over his tummy and the fullness of his chest. His head leaned back upon my shoulder as he sighed and moaned softly. For the first time I felt his young, hard nipples as they pressed through the soft fabric of his shirt. I loosened his tie and slowly pulled it away from his neck. Cain whined as I pressed the tie into his mouth and tied it snuggly behind his head. It wouldn’t do to have any cries escaping the confines of my private office.
Next, my fingers found the buttons of his shirt and one-by-one I released them. Cain’s breathing became heavy and I could feel his chest rising and falling beneath my hands. With nearly all the buttons loose I roughly tugged it free of his shorts and opened his skin to the open air. My hands lightly glided over his chest and my fingers traced small circles around his nipples which hardened and swelled . I never realized a young man to be so easily aroused. Cain began to shiver and writhe his body in obvious, and oblivious, pleasure. I stepped back from him and quickly shed my own clothes.
Pressing my naked body back up against Cain’s suspended body I allowed the tip of his cock to brush against my soft thighs. I responded by parting my legs slightly and allowing Cain to slide back deeper into me. He could feel the swollen, moist flesh of my cunt gliding over his cock. I began to stroke Cain’s bare ass with my hand and felt him respond, pressing and stroking against my hand.
“Now for the rest of your punishment,” I said with a firm voice of authority.
Surprised, Cain strained his head to see me with worry in his eyes and struggled briefly against the rope. I smiled to myself as I reached into my cupboard and pulled out a riding crop I had sneaked away from the stables. It still smelled of sweat and leather from the horses.
Returning to Cain I teased him with the smooth leather tang before smacking him gently. He moaned softly as I alternated between stroking him and striking him softly. Cain seemed to melt into the sensations but was abruptly startled when the crop whooshed through the air to deliver a stinging blow to his bare flesh. An angry red welt rose instantly followed by another and another. Cain struggled to escape but each futile movement only left red welts on untouched flesh. Cain’s moans of pain were quickly replaced with moans of pleasure as the sharp stings of pain became the dull glow of pleasure. Muffled by the gag in his mouth, Cain’s cries climbed and then dropped to a deep guttural growl as his climax swept over his body. I stopped and watched him jerk spasmodically shooting his cum in the vacant air Cain’s weight relaxed onto the rope as it stretched taut. I touched the inside of his thighs with the crop and brushed it higher and higher until the tang was stroking the full, swollen erection of his cock. In less than a dozen soft strokes Cain was again consumed by an orgasms and, again, I pulled away to watch. This time, while Cain recovered, I reached into the cabinet and pulled out a long, heavy, coiled length of rope. Remembering the pictures of the men Cain had been looking at I intended to bind him up just as helplessly.
It was difficult to work with such a long piece of rope but slowly, carefully, I wrapped Cain’s body in rope, coiling it around his chest, ribs, and shoulders snugly. His flesh was bare and vulnerable. Finally, I lowered Cain’s arms, untied his wrists, and bound his arms behind him so that his chests were thrust out even further. I couldn’t resist, from time-to-time, brushing my fingers over his erect nipples and enjoying the shudders it induced in his body.
When Cain was tightly bound I bent him over the desk backwards, watching his chest heaven against the hard surface. I allowed his cock against the pouting flesh of my cunt feeling my silky wetness. Although he was tightly bound he raised up on his toes and lifted his hips toward me with an obvious hunger. His breathing was heavy through the tie in his mouth and as I looked at his delicious, helpless body upon my desk I felt the urge to possess him, to take him completely with my strap on.
I drew back until the head of his cock was just barely nestled between my lips, just before the tight opening.
“Do you want your cock inside me ?” I asked teasingly.
Cain nodded his head and let out a desperate, muffled grunt.
Swiftly I plunged deep down on him without any pretense of gentleness, but with the ferocity of an animal. Had he not been gagged, Cain’s screams would have filled the school. For a moment I worried that I had hurt him, that I had underestimated his willingness to play my little game. The next instant he had thrust back into me, taking him even deeper into my tiny body. I had wanted to take him slowly, to savor the sensuality of youth, to gloat on my conquered prize. But, I lost myself and began to thrust deep onto Cain’s helpless body. I was as helpless as he was, captured by my own primitive hungers.
My hands savagely bore his body down hard against the desk to control him. Finally, with a barely suppressed growl of my own I felt his cock swelling inside of me, stretching my tight flesh, then his cum welled up and I marked him as mine. I felt his body tense and tremble as his warmth spread inside of me. He cried out and groaned before the tension seemed to flow out of him and a relaxed calm swept back. I was suddenly weak and light-headed as I collapsed onto his bound form. I could feel him breathing beneath me.
Recovering some of my strength I slowly slid off of him and silently put on my clothes. I looked at Cain. His eyes were closed and he seemed serene and peaceful. I stepped back over to him and began to loosen the knots which held him so tightly. When his arms were free he massaged his wrists and stretched his arms above his head. He was unabashed. After a few more minutes I managed to untie the heavier rope wrapped around his chest. He waited for me to loosen the tie and then stood up slowly, arranged his clothes, and moved away from me, not looking at me.
“Do we understand one another?” I asked, becoming the calm, understanding headmistress once more.
He nodded without looking up.
“You can leave now. Your first class is down the hall, first door on your left.
Cain walked from the room. I could hear his footsteps mingling with others as he walked deliberately away from my office toward the classroom. I was looking forward to more of his “misbehavior”.
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