Chapter 7 -At Pam's
Lisa, my wife and mistress, had permitted -- in fact, invited --
Mistress Tommie to take me to her condo apartment and rape me
repeatedly through a long night. That experience forever changed
my status within our circle of dominatrixes and slaves.
I had previously been available for punishment but off limits for
sex. And I was proud of that status. It marked me as Lisa's
exclusive property.
Now I was everybody's property, like the other slaves in the
circle. I could be used by any one of them at the group's
parties. Or, by arrangement with Lisa, I could be borrowed.
Lisa's imagination had found another way to deepen her domination
and my submission. I didn't quite understand that until I
realized that the night at Mistress Tommie's had been
choreographed by Lisa. She wanted me raped. She was glad to
have Mistress Tommie piss in my mouth. She wanted me to feel
vulnerable, violated and victimized.
When she disclosed her design to me, I felt more profoundly
enslaved than ever. I loved her. But I had also learned to be
afraid of her imagination and will, which were so much stronger
than my own.
When Lisa gave me to Mistress Tommie, I assumed it meant she
intended to employ the sexual services of other slaves. To my
surprise, though she immediately announced my availability to the
other mistresses, Lisa showed no interest in sex with other
slaves. She was a one-man woman. And, while it may be difficult
to understand, I remained a one-woman man.
When other mistresses used me for sex -- and used is the right
word -- I remained conscious of Lisa's presence. Though the
means was delegated, they were each executing her will.
At the next meeting of the circle, Mistress Ann rode my back
bare-assed instead of in jeans and boots, and she made me go down
on her afterwards. Mistress Jennifer used her dildo up my ass,
then mounted my face with her pussy and let me eat her to orgasm.
Mistress Tommie again tied me up and raped me; afterwards, she
beat me viciously with her rattan cane; then she took me
downstairs and, in front of the whole group, including the other
slaves, gripped my head tightly between her thighs and pissed in
my mouth. She required me to thank her, which I did.
Mistress Pam, the beautiful red head, my Bitch Goddess, did not
use me that night, but told me as we were leaving that Lisa had
agreed to lend me to her that weekend. My heart dropped into my
stomach. Mistress Pam was the most brutal of the mistresses and
the kinkiest. She had visited us one night, an incident I've
previously described, and it had taken me a long time to recover.
As the weekend vist to Mistress Pam approached, Lisa suspended my
regular whippings. "You'll need your stamina, Richard," she
explained. Our sexual encounters that week were strangely
normal. For the first time in a long time, I could sit without
pain and my ass was free of the usual welts. Instead of plucking
the hairs from my balls and using a dipilatory on the crack in my
ass Saturday morning, Lisa shaved me herself, gently, and applied
a soothing cream in both locations. She sent me off with a kiss.
I had nothing to carry.
I arrived at Mistress Pam's huge Potomac mansion at 4 p.m., the
appointed time. Her slave, Bobby, a giant of a man, met me at
the door and gave me my instructions. I was to go to Mistress
Pam's bedroom in the wing upstairs to the left, strip to Lisa's
soiled panties and report to the den downstairs.
Mistress Pam's bedroom contained a gigantic bed, considerably
larger than a king-size. It had a number of different pieces of
equipment arrayed around the room. And a collection of whips
stored like billiard cues in a wall rack. I undressed myself,
hung my clothes in the closet, put my shoes on the floor with my
socks in them, and, clad only in Lisa's panties, walked
downstairs to meet my fate.
From what she had done to me at our house, I thought I knew more
or less what to expect. At least in the beginning, I was quite
wrong.
Mistress Pam was seated in a leather club chair. She was
dressed in leather suit and boots. She motioned me to stand in
front of her. She looked at me with a hard gaze until my eyes
dropped. I stood there about five minutes. Perspiration
gathered in my armpits. I was erect, and my cock twitched.
"Richard," she began finally, "from the standpoint of the slave,
domination and submission are about arousal. When Lisa first
brought you here, before you became available for sex, the
whippings you received aroused you for Lisa's pleasure. When I
came to visit you in your house, the punishment I doled out to
you aroused you and pleasured Lisa.
"This weekend is not about arousal. I am going to use you
sexually until you are beyond arousal. And then I will punish
you for your edification and my amusement. If I find that you
are aroused during the punishment, we will eliminate the arousal,
you and I, and the punishment will begin again. By the time you
go home tomorrow night, you will not be up to giving Lisa any
sexual pleasure.
"Tonight," she said, "you are my slave, not Lisa's. By tomorrow
evening, you will be thinking only about pleasing me. You will
submit and be dominated without arousal. I will punish you
implacably, and you will leave here to return to Lisa's cocoon as
my slave, a fact that you will acknowledge to her because I have
commanded it. Do you undertand?"
I trembled during her recital. I was terrified.
"Put your hands behind your neck," she said, arising from the
club chair. She was amused by the perspiration in my hairless
armpits. She collected it with a finger from both armpits and
inserted the finger in my mouth.
She took a pocket knife from her leather jacket and opened it.
She cut Lisa's panties down one side and the other. I sensed
that it was symbolic rape. I stood before her naked.
My penis was erect, enclosed in the cock ring which Mistress Pam
had suggested that Lisa use on me to maintain an erection longer.
"Bring yourself off," she ordered.
I fucked my hand while she began to take off her clothes. I was
through before she was, spurting on the carpet.
"Lick it up," she said.
I licked it up. When I was finished, she stood before me nude.
She had a perfect hour-glass figure. The triangle between her
legs was darker than her hair but unmistakably red.
She pulled me to my feet and began stroking my penis and tickling
my balls until I started to become erect. Then she lay down on
the carpet and said, "Make love to me, Richard."
I lay down beside her and held her in my arms. I kissed her lips
and put my tongue in her mouth. She stirred beneath me. I
nibbled her neck. I felt her breasts and kissed my way down to
her nipples. I worked my way down her body all the way to her
feet, skipping her center. I sucked on her toes. Then I worked
my way up the inside of her thighs until I was at her crotch. I
licked her pussy open. I tongued it and nibbled at it. While
she pulled me in by the hair, locking her ankles behind me, I
drank her nectar. My prick felt like a tree trunk.
"Put it in me, Richard," she said. I entered her and began my
pumping motion. After a while, I went off again.
I took my weight off her and lay face down beside her. Too
soon, she turned me over on my back and began working on my
dormant penis. I was not ready but that didn't stop her. She
kept at it until she was rewarded with signs of further life.
Eventually, she got me up again, and this time she sat on me and
became the aggressor. She took me deep inside her and began
working her thighs to milk me. I felt her against the ring Lisa
had inserted in my scrotum at the base of my cock.
With her tongue, she licked all of my body that she could reach.
She was perspiring freely now and so was I. I doubted that I
would spurt again, so soon after the last time, but she did not
relent and, at last she earned another, more feeble orgasm.
She allowed me to rest awhile and then she said, "Your turn
again, Richard. Make yourself erect. Bring yourself off."
I protested that it was impossible. "Impossible is what I will
do to you if you fail to obey me, Richard. I don't care how long
it takes. Make yourself erect. Bring yourself off."
I closed my eyes and began. I imagined erotic scenes from my
past life. I drew on my fantasies. I wet my hand and massaged
myself. Nothing seemed to help. Shame-faced but growing
desperate, I fingered my asshole. That brought a faint response.
I was breathing hard from the exertion. I lifted my legs in the
direction of my head and fingered myself more deeply. Gradually
my organ began to swell. Mistress Pam reached over from her
perch beside me to give me an assist. At last I had an
erection. She put the cock ring on me again.
I wet my hand again and worked it up and down. I upped the rate.
I upped it again. And again. I moved my hips to my rhythm. I
clenched my teeth. I kept on going until my flanks stirred and I
had a sad imitation of an orgasm with a small amount of fluid
emerging from the tip of my cock.
"Is that the best you can do, Richard," she laughed.
"It's all I can do, Mistress Pam."
"Good. Now we can begin."
After Mistress Pam had forced me to repeated orgasms so that I
was no longer capable of arousal, she marched me up to her
bedroom and the punishment phase started.
She made me lie over the edge of the bed, and she lacerated my
ass with her bullwhip. Dissatisfied with my position, she
prodded my legs apart so she could reach my balls. She caught me
there and on my upper thighs repeatedly, raising angry cuts.
She told me to beg for mercy but ignored my begging.
When she was through with that treatment, she led me to a machine
used for lifting weights. She put me down on my back. She
caught a manacle tight around my balls and looped the chain it
was attached to the pulley system. Then she went around the
other side and used the lifting apparatus to pull me up in the
air until I was off the ground, suspended by my balls. I
screeched in agony. She lowered my shoulders to the ground and
lifted again. I screeched again.
"Good," she said. "We'll go to 100, Richard. Count for me. If
you fail to call a number, that one won't count."
I tried deperately not to miss but I couldn't help myself. On
the way to 100, I missed at least 10. She rested from time to
time -- but not on my account.
I felt like my balls were being torn from me. Once the manacle
slipped off my balls, bruising them in the process. I writhed on
the floor and gagged. Mistress Pam opened the manacle,
reattached it and resumed lifting. My skin was torn and bleeding
when she finished.
She helped me to my feet and took me over to the bed. She laid
me down on my face and went off to the bathroom. When she
emerged, I saw, with terror, that she had an enormous dildo
protruding from her vagina. It was held in place by a harness
that went down between her legs, rose up her back and came down
the front in a yoke from her shoulders. It was thick and long.
"Please, Mistress, I can't take that in me. I can't. I can't."
I all but cried for her.
"Maybe you can't take it, Richard. But you will. Spread your
legs."
She smeared vaseline on me, positioned herself over me and drove
it in slowly until her own pelvis met my flesh. I screamed most
of the way in.
The sensation of having a woman's body at the other end of the
dildo was different than having a women's hand at the other end.
Mistress Pam was intent not merely on fucking me but on being
fucked by the dildo's other end. She entirely disregarded my
pain to obey her own pleasure. I was near weeping while she was
crying out. She raked my shoulders and chest with her long
fingernails. After a time, she rested. But I was mistaken in
thinking that she was through.
She fucked herself -- and me in the process -- three times in
all. She got herself off. I was beyond arousal, as she had
promised. It was pure torment.
"You're bleeding," she observed when she finally pulled out.
"Good. I like that."
When she was finished, Mistress Pam said, "I'm going to be
merciful, Richard, and let you get some sleep. You'll be in the
bedroom down the hall. In the bathroom there, you'll find your
red panties soaking. Put them on and I'll be in.
"My" red panties were thong panties like hers but in my size.
She had made me wear them at our house when she visited. I
found them in a pan soaking in Mistress Pam's urine. I pulled
them on, remembering not to wring them out. The urine ran down
my legs.
The thong fit tightly into the crack of my ass. The urine
stung the contusions on my scrotum. The panties gripped my
balls and penis and held them tight against me.
I was standing by the bed when she entered. She kissed me full
on the lips, then put her tongue inside my mouth and explored my
oral cavity. Then she told me to lie down on my face. "There's
a rubber mattress cover," she announced, "but I think the feel of
wet sheets will add to your overnight pleasure, Richard."
She tied my hands behind my back and my ankles together. "Wet
dreams, Richard," she said as she left.
I slept on and off, repeatly awakened by the wetness at my middle
and on the sheet. She had not covered me, and I was also cold.
The night passed and morning arrived. I was fully awake long
before she came into me.
When Mistress Pam entered, she undid my bonds. "Did you have the
wet dreams I wished you, Richard?" she asked, grinning. I said I
had.
"Good," she said. She stood me before her. She turned me around
and examined my ass cheeks, separated and accentuated by the
thong panties. "Let's freshen these up a bit," she said. "Bend
over."
She brought out a hairbrush like the one that Lisa used on me and
hit me with it a couple of dozen times on each cheek. I had
taken worse from Lisa but it hurt nevertheless. She made me
pull down the panties and she examined my balls, still raw from
their earlier treatment. She used her long fingernails to
improve the rawness. I shuddered with pain.
"Ok," she said, "now get washed and come into my bedroom. Put
the panties back to soak." So I was not done with the panties
for this visit.
When I entered her bedroom, Mistress Pam motioned me into the bed
beside her. "Eat my pussy, Richard," she said. Wearily, I
started to move down her body. "69," she said.
I did as directed, putting my mouth to her middle and my middle
towards her face. She opened her legs to accommodate me, then
imprisoned me in her thighs. I began to tongue her and suck.
She pressed my head in with her hand. After a while, she grasped
me behind the legs with her other hand and pulled me toward her.
She licked my penis with her tongue.
I was limp and tried to remain that way. I was totally without
desire. But she was determined. She took my member into her
mouth and nibbled on it. About the time that I brought her to
the brink, she got me to stir, and when I drove her over the top,
she had coaxed me to a feeble erection.
"Well, Richard," she said, "you're still capable of arousal, it
turns out. Remember what I told you last night? We'll have to
take care of you, won't we?"
It was impossible for me to achieve anything by myself. She
helped me along by masturbating me. She licked the length of my
cock and sucked my balls into her mouth.
I wanted to come in order to get it over with. I couldn't get
there. I moaned with the effort. She kept on. Eventually, I
experienced something like the dry heaves. There was no fluid in
my system, but my cock twitched, and I went limp.
Mistress Pam was amused. "Now you can service me again, Richard.
I'll put my legs around your shoulders this time. Pull my ass
towards you."
She was having sex. I was doing carpentry with my mouth. My
penis was beyond limp. Finally, when I had tongued and licked
and sucked her to her satisfaction, she instructed me to go down
and make her breakfast.
I went down in the nude, of course. Bobby was in the kitchen.
He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. "She's drained your
radiator, hasn't she, little man. And I see she jacked you up by
the balls. Don't you wonder what she's got in store for you
today?"
He laughed. He was enjoying himself.
I said nothing. I didn't know what the consequences would be if
I told him to go to hell. He was seven inches taller than me,
bigger all over, outweighed me by 75 pounds at least. But it
wasn't Bobby that I was afraid of. I was terrified -- no other
word for it -- about breaking the rules of the household,
whatever they were. Was being in the kitchen with Bobby a trap
laid by Mistress Pam? What would she do to me?
Once, as readers may recall, I made Lisa angry and she punished
me memorably. Lisa was inventive; but Mistress Pam was cruel.
Lisa loved and chastized me; Mistress Pam relished my pain. So I
said nothing.
When the toast and coffee were ready, I made a tray with orange
juice, butter, marmalade, cream and sugar and carried it up to
Mistress Pam's bedroom. She had donned a dressing gown. "Put it
on the table next to my chair," she said. "While I eat, you may
lick my feet."
So she ate, and I licked her feet. "All around," she said.
"Between the toes."
I kept at it until she was through.
Next she led me over to another of her torture contraptions. At
about the level of my waist, it bore a metal saddle and in the
middle of the saddle was a blunt spike about four inches long.
"Sit," she ordered.
I had no difficulty understanding. I had to lift myself off the
ground on the thing's frame in order to take the spike in me.
She manacled me to the machine by my ankles.
The metal protuberance was neither as long nor as thick as the
dildo she'd used on me the previous night. But I was already
sore back there. I would not be able to bear it long.
So it was with a good deal of dismay that I heard her next words.
"I'm going out shopping, Richard. But don't go away. I'll ask
Bobby to bring you lunch after a while."
I gulped. "I don't need lunch, Mistress Pam."
"Why of course you do, Richard. And besides it will give Bobby
something to do while I'm gone."
"I don't want lunch, Mistress Pam."
"Bobby will give you lunch, Richard. Don't argue. I don't like
to be argued with. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress Pam," I replied.
I spent the next few hours both in physical and mental agony.
The thing in my bottom grew increasingly intrusive. The metal
saddle was harder than the hardest chair. And I dreaded what
might happen when Bobby made his appearance.
There was no clock to watch in my field of vision. At one point,
I craned my neck to look for one behind me and but for the spike
I would have fallen over. As it was, I wrenched it in me and
cried out with the pain.
I wanted it over. Yet I didn't want Bobby to enter.
He opened the door without knocking. I don't know why I thought
he might knock. He was dressed in the same jeans and dark T-
shirt I had seen him in earlier.
"Well, little man," he said grinning broadly. "Don't you look
like you're having fun. Mr. Tall in the Saddle himself."
"Cut the comedy," I said in exasperation. "Do what she told you
to do and get the hell out of here."
"Little man has a big temper, doesn't he?"
I started to say something more, and he interrupted: "Listen to
me, little man. I know what's in store for you and you don't.
Get smart with me, and I'll ask her to up the ante. You're a
weekend's amusement, kiddo."
Silence, I decided, was the best course.
"Better," said Bobby. "Have a sandwich."
My hands were free. I took the sandwich and ate. He handed me a
glass of soda and I drank. He gave me a napkin and I daubed my
lips.
"Say thank you," he said.
"Thank you," I said.
"Enjoy the rest of your day."
It must have been 4 p.m. by the time Mistress Pam returned. I
felt as if I had been atop this metal prick for a life time.
From the buttocks upward to the middle of my colon, I felt
utterly ravaged.
"Hello, Richard," was her greeting as she entered, "fancy meeting
you here."
I said "Hello, Mistress Pam."
"Bobby give you a good lunch?"
"Yes, Mistress Pam."
"Did you thank him?"
"Yes, Mistress Pam."
"Good boy, Richard."
She kissed me on the lips and sucked my tongue before she
released me. She let me go to the bathroom.
When I emerged, she walked me over to an exercise bench, bent me
over it and tied me to its legs by my wrists. She traced Lisa's
signature tattooed on my ass.
"I'm going to try something new on you, Richard. I expect it to
hurt quite a lot. And it may leave you marked for a very long
time."
She brought out a cane made out of bamboo and showed it to me. I
could see that it was wet. I learned later that it had been
soaking in brine.
"They use these in Singapore, Richard, to punish criminals. A
martial arts expert lays it on. Across the butt. It's quite the
deterrent, they say. Of course, I'm no martial arts expert but
I've been practicing. I doubt that you'll have a complaint."
She swished it menacingly through the air.
"How many, Richard?"
I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.
"As many as it takes to satisfy me, that's how many, Richard."
She took her stance behind me and to my left and she brought the
thing across my ass with her full force.
I howled. I'd never felt anything like it. It was Lisa's paddle
and Mistress Pam's bullwhip to the tenth power. She landed
another and I knew that she'd cut a broad path across my bottom
cheeks. I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The third blow had me kicking my legs. I was desperate with
pain. I knew that I was bleeding. At the fourth blow, I
fainted. She doused me with water. Then she hit me again. And
again. And I fainted a second time.
When I came to, she bathed my forehead with a wet cloth. She
said: "Well, I suppose you're disappointed, Richard, aren't you.
You were hoping for a few more. But you'll have to take a
raincheck. I think you've had enough for today."
She untied my wrists and helped me over to her bed. I staggered.
My knees were weak. She let me lie down on my stomach.
"Rest awhile, Richard. Sleep if you'd like. I'll bring you some
tea after a bit."
Every pain fiber in my body was centered on my buttocks. I
touched myself and made myself cry out. I came away with bloody
fingers. I lay there exhausted by my ordeal and moaning.
Presently, I fell asleep.
When I awoke, Mistress Pam was sitting beside me. Propped on an
elbow, I drank from the tea cup she offered. I sank back onto
my stomach and felt her hands on my neck and shoulders. She
massaged and soothed me until I slept again.
When I next opened my eyes, it was already dark. Mistress Pam
lay with me naked. "You'll give me one more orgasm, Richard.
Then you can go."
Every part of me was stiff, except my penis. Bringing her to
orgasm was the toughest thing I'd ever done. But it was the
tribute she demanded, and it was the tribute I paid.
When she went over the top, she rested briefly, then said: "I'll
get you ready, Richard. Bobby will take you home."
She climbed out of bed, beckoned me into the bathroom, and there
she dressed me in her urine-soaked red thong panties. She
buckled on the ball-gag. She bound my wrists behind me. Finally,
she draped a pair of panties over my face. There was a lump of
her excrement smeared in the crotch.
"Goodbye, Richard," she said. "Come again soon. And don't
forget to give Lisa my message. It won't go well for you next
time if you fail."
I was driven home by Bobby, lying face down on the back seat.
The thong panties separated the cheeks of my ravaged ass,
displaying them.
On the way home, Bobby informed me that he expected Mistress Pam
to give him an opportunity one day to fuck me in the ass and that
he would also "magnanimously" allow me to suck his cock and
swallow his come. He also intended to fuck Lisa and let her have
his bastard since I was obviously sterile. With the ball-gag in
my mouth, I could not answer. But I doubted that I would have
said anything to him if I could. Some day I'd find occasion to
knee him in the balls.
When the car finally stopped, we were inside our garage. Bobby
dragged me out of the back seat but Lisa took me from him and
guided me gently upstairs into our bathroom. She took Mistress
Pam's panties off my face, undid the ball gag, took off my
panties, cleaned my backside gently with a soapy wash cloth,
smeared ointment on my buttocks and cream on my balls, washed my
face with another cloth, gave me a drink of water. Only then did
she untie my hands.
She led me to bed and put me down on my stomach. "Poor baby,"
she said. She undressed and lay down beside me. She stroked my
arms, cooed to me, kissed my face. I fell asleep.
Next morning, she made me recount the events of the weekend. I
did not forget to tell her that I was now Mistress Pam's slave as
well as hers. She looked at me thoughtfully. All she said was
"oh?"
