Slave of Club Adonis

Synopsis:  A man falls into the clutches of a beautiful dominatrix with sinister intentions.  She transforms him into something he never wanted to be.

Chapter 1

I was spending Saturday evening enjoying a few beers with friends when someone caught my attention.  Sitting along the bar to my left, I saw her out of the corner of my eye and glanced over in her direction.  She was sitting on the bar stool with her legs crossed, her sexy red dress was low cut enough to hint at a pair of deliciously full breasts.  Long blonde hair, deep blue eyes.  She had an athletic and powerful body and an aura of dominance.  Her piercing gaze never shifted from me, I squirmed uncomfortably on my stool.  Eventually I looked away nervously, unable to match her stare any longer.  Over, the course of the evening my friends left one by one but I remained.  Partly out of curiosity, partly out of intimidation.  I saw her rise from the stool and approach, my heart fluttered nervously, my mouth was dry.  She placed a folded piece of paper on the bar next to me and left without braking stride.  Gingerly I unfolded the paper and read its only contents, her phone number.

The next day, Sunday, I paced the house with the paper in my hand.  I had always been a coward, always been scared of speaking to women.  The mysterious way I'd acquired her number didn't help.  I mean I didn't even know her name, who was I suppose to ask for?  Eventually, I plucked up the courage and dialed the number.

"Hello?"  A female voice answered.

"Hi.  I'm...I'm from the bar last night.  I don't know if you remember but I...I was wondering if..."

"Tomorrow night.  The same bar.  Be there at 9."  She hung up.

I put the phone down shocked at her abruptness.  My heart was in my mouth and my mind raced with possibilities.  I'd never met a woman so in charge, so forward.  I spent the next day preparing for the strangest date I'd ever been on.  What should I wear?  What should I say to her?  I had no idea of the answers to these questions, it made me even more nervous about the evening.  But there was no chance I could back down, something stirred inside me, the urge to be with someone so confident, so assured, so dominant.

I arrived at the bar thirty minutes early, hoping to get some Dutch courage inside of me.  I chose to sit down in a booth in the corner, it was more private than sitting at the bar.  A couple of drinks later and I was just as nervous.  At 9pm I watched as she entered the bar wearing a tight, black dress.  A plunging neckline displayed her more than ample cleavage, I estimated her breasts at 36DD at least.  The dress didn't make it down to anywhere near her knees, it ended abruptly halfway down her smooth, tanned thighs.  Her blonde hair was held up in a tight bun.  She spotted me and approached like a predator stalking it's prey.  Hips swaying and high heels clicking across the hard floor.  I found myself pinned down by the same piercing glare of her blue eyes and stared down at the floor as she sat opposite me.

"I'm glad you came."  She remarked.

"I'm glad you came too."  My voice was high pitched and faltering.

I jumped as I felt her hand rest on my thigh under the table.

"You're so cute."  She said.

"Thank you."  I squeaked.  Everything was going so fast.  I still couldn't even meet her gaze.

She leaned over the table, her face just inches from mine.  Her full red lips pouting seductively, her sexy perfume filling my nostrils.  The hand stroked up my thigh and rested on my cock.

"I have a deal for you.  I think you'll like it.  We go leave this bar, go back to my place, and fuck." 

My mouth dropped at the proposition.  I couldn't believe this was happening.  As I was about to respond she raised her other hand and put a finger to my lips.

"Shhh.  I'm not finished yet.  We'll do it my way.  I will be in complete control and you will do as I say.  If you don't do as your told then this will all end as quickly as it begun.  Do you understand?"

My cock hardened under her touch.  How could I resist this woman?

"Yes, I understand....but...but...shouldn't we first....I dunno....talk?  I mean what's your name?"

She smiled.

"Names are not important.  I will address you as pet, and you will address me as Mistress.  Come, pet."

With that she rose from her seat and began to walk towards the exit, I followed her sheepishly still trying to catch my breath.  Pet?  Mistress?  What was I getting in to?  I was equally scared and aroused.  In the car park she walked toward a black car, opened the driver side door and beckoned me to get in the passenger side.

"Wait.  What about my car?  Shouldn't I just follow you?"

I saw anger appear in her eyes.

"Just get in the fucking car, pet.  I'll drop you back here tomorrow."  She snapped.

I was too scared she would leave without me so I got in the car.  Neither of us spoke another word as she drove.  After ten minutes we were out of the city center and into the suburbs.  She pulled onto a drive way and parked up.  We both got out of the car and I followed her into the house.

"Straight to the bedroom I think, pet."  She said as she glanced over her shoulder.  She looked coy but there was a glint of something else in those deep blue eyes.

Regardless, I followed in awe as she climbed the stairs.  When we entered the bedroom she playfully pushed me down onto the bed.

"Strip naked."  She ordered.

I hesitated momentarily, she didn't seem to be preparing to follow suit as she stood watching me fully clothed, arms crossed impatiently.  I began to strip, removing my shirt, my pants, my socks and my shoes, placing them all on the floor next to the bed.  With only my boxer shorts remaining I hesitated again.

"Quit stalling and get them off."

I took a deep breath and slid them down my legs.  I was now lying completely naked in the presence of this beautiful woman.  But there was no time to worry about the situation as she kicked off her heels and jumped on top of me immediately.  Straddling me and kissing me passionately.  Moments later she broke away leaving me kissing thin air.

"You've been such a good boy so far, pet.  Now we're going to go to the next level.  Don't worry, you're going to have an amazing night."

She resumed the kiss and raised her body up onto all fours, still directly above me she moved her hand down over my chest, tracing a line from my neck to my crotch with her fingernail.  I tensed, expecting her to take hold of my dick.  Instead, with my arms by my sides, she moved across and grabbed my left wrist, pulling it up to the bed post.  I didn't resist as I was concentrating on the mind-blowing kiss.  Something cold enclosed my wrist with a click.  It caught my attention and I tried to move my wrist away from the post but to no avail.  I looked and saw that my wrist was handcuffed to the bed post.  As she busied herself with cuffing my right wrist to the opposite post I tried to lift my left wrist up to pull the cuffs off the post but it bulged at the top and was too fat for the cuff to go round.  Another click.  Both my arms were now immobilized.  My ankles were then secured in a similar fashion to the bottom two bed posts and I was lying spreadeagled on the bed.  There was no going back now.  I'd fantasized about being tied up before, about being completely helpless and under someone else's control, forced to do whatever they want.  But I'd never practised it, not even close.  And now here I was in such a position.

She knelt on the bed between my legs.  Her hand grasped my vulnerable cock, stroking it up and down, teasing it to erection.

"Now you're in a predicament aren't you, pet.  All hard but with no way to stimulate yourself.  Not without me, anyway."

She continued stroking but it was painfully slow.  I was getting close to cumming but I couldn't get there at this pace.

"Faster.  Please."  I gasped.

Immediately I could tell I'd made a mistake.  She scowled at me and stopped stroking.  Instead, she rummaged under a pillow for something.  Without warning she jammed a rubber ball in my mouth.  Two straps went behind my head and buckled together, securing the gag in place.  I grunted in protest.

"You stupid bitch.  I said I was in control, not you!  And I'm not taking requests!"

She grabbed my cock with one hand and slapped my balls viciously with the other.  They exploded in pain and I thrashed against the restraints.  She slapped them again and I howled into the ball gag.  With my legs secured to the bedposts I couldn't close my legs, or bring my knees up to my chest.  I just wiggled futilely achieving nothing but causing my throbbing balls, her target, to swing gently.  She slapped a third time.  Tears were running down my cheeks and I felt like I was going to throw up.  By this time I was begging hysterically from behind the gag.

"There, there.  I don't have to be like that.  I can make you feel so good if you submit to me."

She resumed playing with my dick.  After several minutes the pain in my balls had reduced to a dull ache and my cock was fully hard again.  I was begging for release but she was keeping me on the brink.  Pre-cum leaked from my cock head as my hips bucked to her rhythm.

She stopped and leaned over to a bedside cabinet to open the top draw.  I stared in horror as she pulled out a black butt plug and a tube of lubricant.  The plug looked to be about an inch and a half wide at its widest point.  I shook my head no.  She couldn't do this to me!

"I'm going to give you a choice, pet.  Either you take this plug up your ass and I will grant you the orgasm you crave.  Or we stop this right now, I'll leave you here for the night to sleep and you go home in the morning.  We never meet again.  Which is it to be?  Do you want the plug?"

I couldn't stay here with my unfulfilled dick leaking all night.  And I had become so besotted with her that it was no choice at all.  I nodded slowly.

"Of course you want it, slut.  Open wide."

I felt her smear the cold lube over my asshole.  She slid the plug in at a steady pace until I felt it narrow when it was all the way in.  It hurt but I was in no position to object and I found I could ignore it by concentrating on the pleasure my dick was experiencing.  She leaned over to the draw again and produced a condom.  She opened it and sheathed my hard cock, and then she continued jacking me off with increased pace.  The sensation of the plug resting against my prostate only increased my arousal.  Moments later I exploded in orgasm, filling the condom with milky white cum.  She slowed her pace, squeezing the every last drop of semen out.

"Good boy."

She removed the condom carefully and left the room to dispose of it.  I laid there motionless, breathing heavily, recovering from the massive orgasm.  When she returned she mounted my spreadeagled body again.

"It's time to return the favor now, pet.  You better do a good job."

She crawled up my body until she was straddling my face.  With one hand she reached behind my head and removed the gag, freeing my mouth.  Looking it up at her crotch it was only now that I realized she had not been wearing any panties all evening.  She lowered her pussy down on to my mouth, her knees either side of my head.  I lapped hungrily at her juices, evidently she'd enjoyed my hand job almost as much as I had.  She grabbed hold of a chunk of my hair with both hands and pulled it painfully until my tongue was working sufficiently hard.  I sucked, licked and probed her pussy to three orgasms in quick succession.  I was exhausted when she finally sat up off my face and flopped down on the bed next to me.  She reached between my legs and gave the plug that still filled my ass a nudge.

"This stays in all night long.  Do you understand?"

The menacing look she gave me indicated that she would not tolerate objections.

"Yes." I replied meekly.  Although the plug had been pleasurable before, now the hand job was over it was just uncomfortable.  I greatly desired to push it out.

"Yes Mistress."  She corrected.

"Yes Mistress."  I repeated.

"Night night, pet."  She rose from the bed and turned out the lights, I heard her dress fall to the floor and then felt her naked body as she lay on her side next to me, resting one arm on my chest.  My cock stirred as I felt her breasts pressing into me.  Bound as I was there was no way to pleasure myself and so I fell into a frustrated sleep.

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After that first night we began to meet up regularly, three or four times a week.  She introduced me to the BDSM lifestyle as we started a relationship.  I'd never done anything like this before so the experience was completely new but I quickly discovered that being dominated really appealed to me.  I had a submissive personality that Mistress had noticed the minute she first saw me.  Over the next few months she gave me strapon training, gradually increasing the girth of the plugs and dildos she used.  She also gave me plenty of practice at eating pussy until I could bring her to five or six earth-shattering orgasms in one session.  Every night ended with me bound spreadeagled to her bed, with her lying next to me.  At first my own orgasms were as frequent as hers but they eventually decreased to one a day, then one every few days, eventually it was one every few weeks.  Obviously, she forbid me to pleasure myself.  She told me how easily she could notice the difference in a man who had been denied for days, and one who masturbated regularly.  And so I would beg and plead for her to let me cum, cuffed to the bed, and she denied me again and again.  But she was so stunningly beautiful, and at the same time so ruthless and cruel, that ending the relationship never once crossed my mind.  I was hopelessly caught in her web.

Three months after our first meeting she offered me a proposition.  Give up my freedom in exchange for a life of serving her.  She made it clear that this was no light matter.  I would be at her every whim, forced to worship every inch of her body, and to be used however she wanted me to be used.  If I agreed there would be no turning back, no chance of escape, I would be hers forever.  I was delighted at the chance, she was a Goddess and I was desperate to worship at her alter.  My life before her seemed like a dream.  I never saw my old friends any more, I spent all day at work daydreaming about her.  She consumed my every thought.  I accepted the proposal.

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Chapter 2

Six months later.

The car ground to a halt.  I had no idea where I was.  I'd been pushed into the trunk of the car earlier this evening, completely naked except for a black leather collar and a set of handcuffs locking my wrists behind me.  At first I managed to keep track of where we were going as I felt the car turn left and right along familiar streets but eventually we entered an unfamiliar part of town and I was completely lost.  The trunk opened.

"Out." Mistress snapped.

I stumbled out of the trunk into the darkness, soft moonlight providing the only illumination.

"Come, pet."

She attached a leash to my collar and pulled.  We were parked in a secluded car park, high surrounding trees stopped any unwanted eyes from peering in.  There was only one building visible.  I still had no idea where we were and what the building's purpose was.  I could faintly here traffic in the distance.  I doubted whether you would even know this secluded place existed from that road.  She tugged hard on the leash and I struggled to keep up with her brisk pace.  Approaching the building I saw the words 'Club Adonis' spelled out on a pink neon sign above the door.  The name meant nothing to me.  We entered to the sound of loud music and after walking through a small lobby area we emerged out onto a busy, bustling dance floor.  The place was clearly a BDSM club as there were many men in leather and rubber fetish outfits, some of the men were bound like myself and others were standing free.  As I glanced around the room I saw one slave bent over being beaten by a large man with a belt, a crowd was gathered, cheering each lash of the belt and each scream of the slave.  There were many similar situations happening elsewhere around the room, my heart sunk as I hoped Mistress hadn't brought me here for such a punishment.

And so my attention was drawn back to her, she looked devastatingly hot tonight.  Clad in a skin tight latex catsuit with killer high heels, the shiny black material hugged her gorgeous ass.  Although I couldn't see them from behind I knew her big, firm tits were being pushed up and held tightly in place by the restrictive latex.  A zip ran all the way down her front from her neck to her pussy.  The zipper was pulled down to just above her tits causing a delightful cleavage, a canyon of flesh any man would want to lose himself in.  Looking round the rest of the club I realized she was in fact the only woman in sight, everyone else was male.  Just what kind of club was this?

Mistress led me across the dance floor to a door on the other side, above it a large banner read 'Special Event, Queue Here'.  Behind the door was a dimly lit corridor, along one side stood a long line of men.  As we walked past they turned to look at me, ogling my naked body, eyes fixed on my limp, clean-shaven cock and balls.  Wolf whistles echoed around the narrow passageway.  Intimidated, I followed closely behind Mistress, I knew she wouldn't let anything happen to me.  After we walked past at least fifty men we were at the front of the queue.  The corridor opened out into a small room, in the middle stood a padded sex bench composed of a flat horizontal beam and four straps to secure four limbs.  Surrounding the bench were a few comfortable, reclining chairs.

"Strap the bitch in." Mistress commanded.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  As I stood in shock two men left the queue and grabbed hold of one of my arms each.

"What are you doing?" I spluttered,  trying to take a step back from the bench.

"How dare you speak without permission slave!"  She slapped me hard across the face.

"But....but no.  I don't want this.  Please Mistress, this is too much."

"You have no choice in the matter you stupid slut!"

The two men practically picked me up and carried me over to the bench.  I could see that the commotion had apparently aroused the men in the line as many were stroking their cocks to erection.  In no time at all my handcuffs and leash were removed and I was secured against the bench, my fierce struggles did little to delay the process.  My arms and legs were tied down, two straps across my back stopped me from lifting off the bench, my limp cock was pushed through a carefully placed hole in the bench, hanging down and easily accessible.  Directly ahead I saw the long queue.  I was horrified as I realized exactly what was about to happen.  I had never fantasized about being with a man, or serving a man.  I was one hundred percent straight.  The prospect of being fucked by all these cocks was a terrifying one.  I thrashed against the bonds helplessly, the leather straps restraining me easily. 

The man at the front of the queue stepped forward with a wide grin on his face.  He was a beast of a man, six foot six inches tall at least, his muscular arms and legs seemed as big as tree trunks.  He was naked from the waist up, his chest covered in thick, curly hair.  A gold medallion hung around his neck giving his name as 'Bear'.  Below the waist all he wore was a pair of leather chaps, his erect cock protruding from an untamed bush.  It was a terrifying monster of a dick.  At least two and a half inches thick and nine inches long, he stroked it casually with one hand.  Two hairy balls hung below it the size of golf balls.  It was much larger than any strapon Mistress had used on me, my ass had never suffered being penetrated with anything this big before.  His dark, beady eyes surveyed me lustfully.

"I hope you like it rough boy.  I like nothing more than breaking in straight little sissies like you."

He walked around behind me, I winced as I imagined his huge cock stretching out my ass.  Mistress leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

"It's about time you realized that you are my bitch to do with whatever I want.  If you thought slave life was going to be spent lying at home eating my pussy all day then you were sorely mistaken, pet."

I felt a cold dollop of lube land on my cherry and two giant fingers spread it around.  Slowly, Bear inserted a finger, wiggling it around to coat my innards with lube, a second finger joined it and I groaned as my hole already felt stretched as far as it would go.  The fingers withdrew, their task complete.  Mistress spoke again.

"This body belongs to me, every nook and cranny.  Tonight, I want to whore out your ass, so I will.  It's going to have to stretch to accommodate anything I decide belongs in there.  Such as this."

The head of Bear's cock pushed against my sphincter.  I opened my mouth to protest but Mistress clamped a hand over it, making an effective gag.  Bear pushed forward a quarter of an inch, my tight asshole refused to expand to accept its massive girth.  The intruder rocked back and forth, again and again, teasing my hole to open, pushing a bit harder each time.  Eventually the force was great enough for the huge two and a half inch thick head to push passed my sphincter.  I screamed into Mistress's hand as my ass throbbed angrily.

"You agreed to live as my slave and be used in any way that pleases me.  Tonight, every cock in this queue is going to rape you and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."

Bear slowly pushed his full nine inches into me.  My ass exploded with a searing pain, it felt like a red hot poker rather than a cock penetrating me.  Bear began to fuck me in slow, deep strokes, he held my hips with his strong hands, raucous cheers come from the long queue of waiting men. I howled into Mistress's hand in response.  The special event had begun.

"Your not just a slave tonight, pet.  You are my sissy fag slut.  Perhaps from now on you will regard me with the fear and respect I deserve."

I was completely helpless.  Helpless to stop Bear's cock from slamming into me again and again at increasing force and speed.  Helpless to stop Mistress from transforming me into a sissy slut.  At that moment I would give anything to go back in time and refuse Mistress's proposition.  But Bear was obviously enjoying himself, my tight sphincter effectively massaging his huge rod with every thrust, his pace increased furiously and I felt his balls slapping against my ass as he gave out a deep groan and his cock erupted in orgasm, coating my insides with thick, hot cum.

He withdrew and left my hole gaping and empty.  Mistress retreated to the side of the room as Bear came round front, his semi-erect cock staring me in the face.  He shook his hips and slapped it across my face, left then right.

"Clean it." He ordered.

His cock glistened with a mixture of lube, cum and my ass juice.  I clamped my mouth shut and shook my head vigorously.  From the corner of my eye I could see Mistress approach angrily and disappear under the bench.  My balls exploded in pain as she grabbed hold of them like a vice.  I cried out in unbelievable agony as Bear took the opportunity to cram my mouth full with his slimy cock.

"And if you dare close your mouth on my dick, in fact if I feel the merest hint of teeth, I'll rip your balls off with my bare hands!" He bellowed.

The already agonizing grip on my balls from Mistress made me understand how much I really did not want to upset Bear.  I nervously lapped at his penis and retched as the salty taste hit the back of my mouth.  Thankfully Mistress released my poor balls and came out from under the bench.  She waved forward whoever was next in line.  He bounded towards me wearing similar fetish gear to Bear.  He was similarly built but his cock wasn't as colossal.  Although, it was more than big enough to fill my asshole.  He plunged it in immediately, a mixture of lube and cum granting him easy passage.  I moaned as two cocks filled my holes.  Bear's was completely clean at this point but he had already regained full erectness.

"Make me cum again, boy.  This time with your pretty mouth."

Bear pushed his cock in further, making me deepthroat it, I spluttered as the bulbous head blocked my airway.  Their seemed to be no end to his dick as he pushed more and more of it in, eventually the whole shaft was in my mouth traveling deep down my throat.  My gag reflex kicked in but there was no moving the giant shaft as Bear held my head firm with two hands.  His balls rested on my chin and my nose nestled in the thick, curly hair of his untamed bush, I could smell his foul, musky scent.  I saw spots in the corners of my vision as my eyes watered, the lack of oxygen was close to making me pass out.  Bear pulled his thick rod out just in time and I coughed and spluttered, trying to regain my breath.  Before I had a chance the cock was replaced, just as deep.  I gagged and struggled again but achieved nothing more than massaging Bear's dick.  The process was repeated again and again, never allowing me to quite catch my breath, my jaw ached from the exertion.  Eventually, I felt the cock convulsing, ready to erupt.  Bear pulled out at the last minute and covered my face with spurts of his sticky spunk, it felt like he'd drenched me with gallons of the stuff.  He looked down at me with a smile.

"Good night sissy slut.  See you again soon."

He ruffled my hair and retreated back down the corridor, shaking a few hands as he went.  The cock in my ass pumped in and out like a piston, the whole bench creaking with each thrust.  Mistress advanced again.

"Hmmm, I'm getting wet already slut.  You know, I think you missed a bit."

She pulled her zip down to her naval and her plump tits sprang forth from their prison.  She pushed them forward to form a tight seal with my face and jiggled them left and right, smearing them with Bear's cum.

"Lap it all up, pet."

I hungrily sucked on her titties, trying to concentrate on the beauty of them and ignore the wretched taste.  I was lost in her tits and struggling to breathe as she held my head against her chest with both hands, my tongue working ten to the dozen.  I took one of her bullet nipples in my mouth and sucked it clean, followed by the other.  My penis stiffened slightly from arousal, it had been such a long time since I last came.

Soon the cock in my ass climaxed and Mistress moved away to give it clear access to my mouth.  The next in line approached.  I noticed that I had barely made an impact on the queue.  A second cock entered my mouth as a third cock penetrated my sore asshole.  Content that the cocks were coming forward in a steady stream, Mistress reclined in a comfortable leather chair to the side of the bench, her long blonde locks cascading over her bare breasts.  A bartender brought her a glass of white wine and she sipped it slowly.  Her other hand darted to her zip and she pulled it down further passed her flat stomach and below her pussy.  I saw her shove two fingers into her wet cunt and use her thumb to rub her hard clit.  A moan escaped her lips as she watched me being forcefully spit-roasted, clearly getting off on my degradation.  Her tits rose and fell as she became more excited, fucking herself faster and faster.  She screamed in ecstasy and I saw her shapely latex covered legs shaking as the came hard.  My penis was now standing at full attention as I watched her show.  I found myself desperate for an orgasm in the middle of this ordeal.

As the evening continued Mistress casually masturbated herself to several more orgasms as I looked on with envy.  I lost count of how many cocks I serviced with my ass and my mouth, the line  shortened considerably but there looked to be at least twenty men still waiting.  Mistress composed herself again and pulled the catsuit zip back up to just above her tits, cleavage spilling out again above the latex.  She leaned down to whisper in my ear, I could feel her hot breath on my neck as two men continued fucking my holes.

"Do you want to come, pet?"

I was still rock hard and very much did.  With a cock filling my mouth it was difficult to answer her but I tried to reply 'Yes please, Mistress'.  It came out as unintelligible mumbling.  She smirked at my predicament.

"I'll take that as a yes."

She turned on her heels and walked out of view down the corridor.  Moments later she returned leading a slave behind her by a leash attached to a collar, however the collar was not fitted around his neck rather it was around his scrotum.  The slave tottered along on pink high heels as Mistress led him forward.  A six inch hobble chain made it very difficult for him to walk, he baby stepped behind her as fast as he could.  He had clean-shaven privates and a tattoo reading 'Slave of Club Adonis' in a semi-circle above his cock.  I saw her turn and whisper in his ear as they approached but I couldn't hear what she said.  The slave crouched down onto his knees and crawled under the bench.  It wasn't long before I felt his hot, moist mouth enclose around my rigid penis.  This was to be the first time I'd been sucked off by another man but that didn't matter, it felt so damn good.  His hand grasped my ball-sack and massaged my balls.  After only a few minutes I was ready to blow up in his mouth.  My whole body tensed in preparation for the huge imminent orgasm.  An orgasm that I'd waited so long for, that I'd suffered so much for, but at the key moment the slave withdrew his mouth.  I groaned loudly in suppressed desire, the sound reverberating around the ever present cock in my own mouth.  I humped the hole in frustration searching for the hot mouth, my hard dick flapping up and down.  Mistress cooed in my ear in a hushed tone.

"There, there.  You are being sucked off by no ordinary sissy I'm afraid.  He is a slave to this club.  He's been sucking and fucking here seven days a week for years.  He's given so many blow jobs he's become quite the expert in the male genitalia.  You see there are so many signs that a man is about to ejaculate: the beginnings of convulsions in the penis, the slightest contraction of the testicles towards the body, the softest moan.  This sissy can keep you on the very brink of ecstasy for hours and hours and I've given him an incentive to do so.  I've promised him if you don't cum then he will, and he's been denied release for an awful lot longer than you have."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, the need to climax consumed my world.  The slave beneath me brought me to the edge again while mistress spoke, and then he stopped, again.  I tried to protest around the dick in my mouth.

"Oh, your suffering is just exquisite!"

Mistress walked away and reclined in her chair.  Her hand reached for her crotch again, plunging two fingers in and out of her pussy.  She watched me and fed off my frustration, turning it into her own sweet ecstasy.  Before long I felt the cock in my ass ejaculating, the cock in my mouth fired a load down my throat and Mistress screamed as her body was racked by another orgasm.  All three came together and at the same time my own orgasm was denied as the slave withdrew his stimulation at the vital moment.  I could ignore the powerful throbbing of my sore, over-used asshole and the constant aching of my jaw, but being sent so close to the brink of ejaculation again and again and again was agony.

I was in a daze as the line of cocks came to an end.  I could barely tell you my name or where I was.  But I knew my purpose was to satisfy the cocks shoved in me and suffer my own cock never being satisfied itself.  The last cock I took was that of the club slave who'd denied my orgasm so many times.  I sucked him to a huge climax as he spurted the most cum I had received all night.  I tried to swallow it as best I could but it overflowed my lips and dribbled down my face.  When he was done I licked his cock clean and Mistress led him away, leaving me alone.  I could feel the stale, congealed semen plastered all over my face.  It was in my hair and around my eyes, it had dribbled down my chin and onto the floor.  I was a complete mess.  My jaw had seized up and so my mouth was still gaping even though there were no more cocks to blow.  I could feel rivers of it running out of my abused asshole and down my legs.  Finally, I saw Mistress striding back down the corridor.  She scooped up the cum on my face and deposited it in my mouth bit by bit.  I swallowed it all.  Then she did the same with the cum on my legs.  It didn't taste bad any more, my mouth was used to it, in fact I struggled to remember what anything other than cum tasted like.  Mistress gently massaged my jaw and closed it, making sympathetic 'ooh' and 'aah' noises as she did, as if she wasn't the cause of my discomfort.  Another customer appeared from the corridor.

"Am I too late?"  He asked in a disappointed tone.

Mistress turned around to greet him.  My ass tensed defensively.

"Sorry but yes.  I'm sure he could take one more but I've just cleaned him up and I need to prepare him before I go home."

"No problem.  I'll catch him later."

She smiled and the customer left.  Later?  What did that mean?  How long was I going to be here for?  Surely this was the end of it.  Questions whirled around my mind as Mistress finally unstrapped me from the bench.  The handcuffs were reapplied, locking my wrists behind my back, but there was no resistance left in me anyway.  Mistress reattached the leash to the leather collar around my neck and pulled in the direction of the corridor.  I struggled to walk, partly because my legs had been locked in the same position for so long and partly because my asshole stung like it was on fire.  The leash was pulled harder without sympathy.  Half-way down the corridor we turned left and through a door into a dressing room.  I stood in the middle of the room as Mistress removed a bag from somewhere behind me.  She held an item up to my face for my inspection.  It was a very large butt plug, bubblegum pink in color, about three inches in diameter.  I didn't dare ask any questions about it, I figured that was the quickest way to get out of this place and avoid any further trauma.  She lowered the plug, her arm disappearing behind my back, the tip rested against my loose, battered sphincter.  No lube was necessary as I felt the plug invade my thoroughly greased passage, stretching my ass even further.  Once it was all the way in, my ass contracted against the narrow neck.  The next item for me to inspect was a pair of bubblegum pink latex hot pants with a small round hole cut in the crotch.  Mistress crouched down and held them on the floor.

"Left foot." She ordered.

I stepped into the left leg hole, swaying slightly as I struggled to balance with my arms locked behind me.

"Right foot."

Then the other one.  She pulled them up roughly.  They were a very tight fit but eventually they hugged my ass securing the butt plug firmly in place.  With a bit of fiddling Mistress threaded my testicles and still hard cock through the crotch hole.  Next, I stepped into a pair of pink high heels.  Mistress buckled them on securely.  She then attached a short hobble chain between them.  The last item was a short, narrow, black collar.  She clasped it around my ball-sack, it was a snug fit and nipped at the tender flesh.  She detached the leash from my neck collar and attached it to my ball collar.  She pointed to a mirror on the opposite wall.

"Look at your reflection sissy.  Your attire now befits your position.  Have you worked out what has happened tonight?  Have you realized what your ultimate fate is?"

I had no idea what she was talking about, my mind was switched off, I wanted to return to her house as soon as possible, I stood still as a statue.

"Oh, you haven't, have you?  Do you think this is some nightmare that will go away?  No my pet, this is your life.  I work for Bear, the owner of Club Adonis.  My job is to recruit straight, submissive little bitches like you.  And when I find a new sissy I become their Mistress.  I get to use them for a few months, a perk of the job, and then when I get bored of them, they're brought here for their initiation.  The sissy who almost pleasured you so many times this evening was one of my first acquisitions, he's been here for several years."

Tears welled up in my eyes and ran down my cheeks.  The information hit me like a sledgehammer.  My head was spinning.

"No." I called out meekly, more in shock than in defiance.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back sharply so I looked up at the ceiling.

"Oh, but yes.  You're not in this position unfairly, you're not really even here against your will are you?  It was your will to abandon all control and submit to me, whatever I desired.  You should have thought what that meant, I explained very clearly the seriousness of the situation.  Now you are here as a permanent slave.  You will eat, shit and sleep in this building for the rest of your life.  No one outside of these walls knows that this place exists.  There is no chance of escape."

While I was still in shock, trying to absorb her words, she loosened her grip on my hair and ruffled it gently.  Her other hand cupped my heavy, shaved balls, full of cum.  My cock was still erect.  Still desperate for release.

"You'll find orgasms are very rare for slaves of Club Adonis.  These balls won't be emptied any time soon I'm afraid.  No, it'll be sucking cock all day long for you.  And I suggest you get good at it because the only time you will have a chance of cumming is during another sissies initiation as a reward for keeping him on the edge of orgasm.  But don't worry; there's plenty more like you out there to be captured.  I'll find the another one soon, I promise."

She led me out the dressing room and back down the long corridor.  The hobble chain obviously restricted my movement and I struggled to keep up, my balls paying the price as mistress tugged the leash mercilessly.  My rock hard, frustrated dick bounced up and down with every foot step.  Before we got to the end of the corridor, to the door to the main part of the club, we stopped at a door on the right.  Mistress knocked loudly.

"Bear!" She shouted.  "He's ready!"

The End?