“Damn it,” with a swipe of my hand I cleared my desk, knocking my things to the floor in a cascade of clutter. My eyes glowed dangerously reflecting the heat within me. I was frustrated. I had a terrible day, one of those days where nothing went right, and each problem spawned another. What I needed was sexual release to melt away the tension that held me in its grip. What infuriated me further was that my sex toy, a pathetic excuse for slave named Peter, was currently locked into a lovely metal version of the CB 6000 as punishment for prying into my personal life. What the hell good was a slave if one couldn’t use him? More importantly, why should I be denied my pleasure because my slut didn’t obey?

            Though I worked from home, I had a luxurious, well appointed office. It helped keep me focused on my business to have a professional work environment. I also dressed in appropriate attire by day. Today, I wore one of my favorite Chanel suits, black hose, and 5” stiletto heels. And I had an ache in my pussy that needed to be quenched.  I also had a naked slave lying on his side, hog tied and gagged in a corner, a few feet from my desk. I withdrew a key from my pocket and unlocked a drawer, withdrawing a length of leather twine, several weights, two short lengths of chains, padlocks, nipple clamps and one of my riding crops. I made certain he could see the objects as I placed them carefully on my desk and leaned back against it, surveying my slut like the piece of meat he was. Yes, he needed all that I was about to dish out. It would make him a better boy and soon he would be thanking me for giving him all he was about to endure.

            Without even looking backward towards my desk, I reached for the chains and padlocks. Turning my side to the slave, I bent down, securing them to the legs of the desk. I could hear Peter begin to pant frantically and struggle against his bondage. He knew full well what those chains implied.

            Peter was a captive audience as he watched my skirt ride up to expose the lacy tops of my black stockings and the delicate black straps of my garters which kept them locked in place, just as he was locked in place for me. His eyes gleamed at the glimpse of my thighs as if he were a starved puppy straining to for a bone. I parted my legs ever so slightly to inflame his appetite and remind him of the chastity device surrounding his useless cock. I gave him a sidelong glance as I worked, and it was easy to read his frenzied confusion. He was caught in a web of fear and lust, unlike anything he had ever experienced. Though there was frightened apprehension on his face, he was unconsciously bucking the air, foolishly fucking nothing, in an effort to relieve the tension in his shackled dick. I knew that he did not know how to react to me tonight. It was up to me to teach him and train him to be my instrument of pleasure, my pleasure of course. His was of no consequence to me. Task completed, I rose to a standing position and slowly removed my jacket. I took deliberate care in draping it over the back of a chair, ignoring Peter as if he were not even in the room. Wetting my rouge stained red lips; I looked downward as I leisurely started to undo the first several buttons of my white satin blouse to reveal a generous glimpse of my full breasts. This served a dual purpose.  I wanted to be comfortable as I deal with my slave. I also wanted to further ignite his arousal so that he would appreciate what he was being denied. I pulled the blouse out from my skirt, tying it at my waist. I closed my eyes and imagined him begging for mercy, and then I gathered up my toys. Tonight’s events were about to begin.

            I was pleased to see him cower as I approached him.  While I preferred to have a loving relationship with my slaves, I would not tolerate misbehavior. Though I was quite fond of him, Peter had forgotten his place and had confused my compassionate nature with tolerance. He had mistakenly placed himself at the level of a boyfriend or a vanilla lover, and his insecurities had been his undoing. And now, he was going to pay a far greater price than simple enforced chastity. I enjoyed the way his gaze was riveted to every step nearer to him I took. When I reached him, I stood looking down at him, enjoying his helplessness and vulnerability. He pleaded with me, using his eyes to communicate. He was begging for mercy and forgiveness. I hoped to be able to grant him both, in time, but he had to earn it. He needed to suffer for me first. The site of him bound so beautifully on my carpet was arousing me further. This in turn intensified my anger at not being able to use my fuck slut until he paid the price for his misdeeds. Placing the toe of my shoe on his chest, I pushed him so that he was practically resting on his bound limbs. Not a very comfortable position, however his comfort was not my concern at the moment. Our eyes locked for the briefest of moments and I looked right through his golden brown eyes deep into his soul. He was at a stage where the longing in his heart to be my possession fought a losing battle with his pride and self esteem. There was a knot of fear in fear in his belly at the thought of losing himself to me completely. That was the one knot that I needed to undo. Peter needed to be freed from his own self imposed bondage of self control, so that it could be replaced by mental and physical bondage to me. It was good he had this lesson to learn now. I could never be satisfied with a slave who served me on only a physical level. I needed to exercise complete control, body, mind, soul and heart. Only when I possessed him that completely did a slave truly belong to me. His anguished need aroused me even further and I could feel my pussy flood beneath my suit

            He started to whimper beneath the gag as I nudged his exposed balls with foot. Crouching down beside him, I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled his face up to my mouth. I teased his ear with my tongue and stroked the inside of his thighs, working my fingertips upward. The sounds of frustration he made as he struggled to get hard inside the chastity device made me feel a bit better.

            “If Mistress has to suffer, you have to suffer. The harder it is for you to endure your punishment, the more I will enjoy it.  You do want to make Mistress happy, don’t you?”

He nodded quickly.

            “Good boy,” I smiled. Pulling his head onto my lap, I smothered his face with my breasts, slapping his balls hard. His body automatically jerked, pushing his face even deeper into my bosom so that his nose was entrapped my cleavage. I held the back of his head in an iron grip so that he was denied air. “You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked in a soothing tone as I slapped his balls repeatedly. “Tell me how much you love it!” I demanded, “Tell me how much you love suffering for me!”

            Peter squirmed against me, frantically trying to speak, but clearly unable to and the ache in my pussy began to throb like a lava spewing volcano. The sites and sounds of a sub trying to obey an impossible order made me very, very hot and very, very wet. When I released his head abruptly, he panted hard through his nose, taking in as much air as he could. 

            “You see how good Mistress is to you? I allow you the very air that you breathe. I own you, I control you. You exist to please me. Your function is my pleasure. You thought of yourself the other day, you did not think of me or put my needs first. I could have simply dismissed you. I could have sold you. I considered both. So you should be very grateful to me for your punishment. You should be thanking me.  And you will thank me by learning your lesson and accepting your fate. Understood?”

            Tears glistened in his eyes as he nodded. I studied him carefully. I could see love and devotion in his eyes. He wanted to be kept in his place, he wanted to be pleasing. But he had not yet crossed the threshold into utter obedience. From time to time, he thought like a man and not a slave. I needed to break him down fully and rebuild him to suit me. I reached for the leather twine and expertly bound his balls. I released him from the hog tie, but left his hands bound behind his back. My eyes narrowed as I looked down at him.

            Peter looked up, and felt his heart pierced by the blue diamonds that glittered in her eyes. He melted from the heat of her cold stare. His heart swelled with love and he knew he was not worthy. Mistress Fiona deserved better than an inexperienced slave such as he.  That a woman of such power and such sensuality had ever given him a chance was a source of constant amazement to him.

            “Kneel,” I commanded, as I emphasized my words with a lash of my crop against his chest. His nipples puckered, earning him a sadistic smile. The hardened nipples fueled my arousal; he deserved to be suffering right now.

“I said kneel!” I used the crop directly on his nipples, and then gave him a series of lashes across his chest as he struggled to get onto his knees. Of course, I was making even this simplest of tasks as difficult as possible for him. We would soon see if he was learning obedience, or if he was too weak to be my slave. To encourage him, I gathered the length of leather twine I had left hanging between his tied off balls.

Peter’s eyes widened fearfully as he watched me wrap the cord around one wrist while I continued to brandish the crop with the other. It appeared to him that his Mistress’s red hair gleamed like fire as it caught the sun streaming through the open blinds. His face flushed almost as red as her hair as he realized that his nakedness might be visible to any one who happened to pass by. He felt a hard jerk to his balls, which forced him to assume a kneeling position as she had directed.

I followed his gaze to the window behind me. It was not hard to read his thoughts. I needed to take out my frustration on him, but he also needed to be stripped bare of any inhibitions, and the temptation to put himself first. I had already determined his ultimate punishment, but there was no reason for me to be denied the pleasure of amusing myself with him first.

“I am going to remove your gag as I want to hear the sounds you make as I punish you. You would be very wise to not speak unless I direct you to or ask you a question.”

He nodded emphatically drawing in a large gulp of air, as I unlocked the gag and tossed it aside. His chest had several nicely reddened welts across it and I ran the palm of my hand down his upper body, pausing to tug at each of his nipples.

“These are nice and warmed up for me, aren’t they?” I purred softly.  Peter knelt as silently as a stone, earning him a hard slap across his face. “I asked you a question. Did you already forget how I instructed you to behave, you stupid slut?”

“Yes, Mistress, I didn’t think you wanted…” he caught sight of my angry glare… “I am sorry.”

I grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back, slapping his face once more, “You didn’t think? You are not here to think. You are here to obey!” Releasing his hair, I slapped the crop against my hand. “Now I have to warm your chest up all over again, and if you know what’s good for you, you will not move, you will not lean away from it, or I will beat you harder.”

When he felt the sting of the first lash, Peter did his best to remain ramrod straight. He sucked in his lips, and I suspect he was using his teeth to bite down on them. As my crop danced over his body, he closed his eyes, clenching his fists against the pain. His low moans and the hiss of my crop meeting hot, naked flesh played a sadistic song whose rhythm made me crave a throbbing cock buried deeply inside me.  I might not be able to use my slave, but I was going to get what I wanted tonight, and it was going to be my slave’s job to find me a sub to use while he spent the next thirty days imprisoned in the chastity device. Growing impatient, I threw down the crop and grabbed the nipple clamps, securing them on him. He gasped as they bit into his tenderized skin, but I was not in the mood to show him any mercy. I gathered the two ends of the leather twine that bond his balls and tied them to the chain that swung between the clamps.

“Are you beginning to see the consequences of your foolish actions last night? You have put me in a position where I am forced to punish you, and I do not appreciate a slave forcing me to do anything.”

  I grabbed his head, holding his mouth shut and pushed it between my legs. “Do you feel how wet I am and how much Mistress needs a fuck toy tonight to use?” I squeezed my thighs around him like a vise, “I could have been using your mouth and your cock tonight, but you will have to earn that back. You do not deserve to be allowed to touch my pussy with your lips or your dick, and you will have to prove to me that you are worthy of that privilege before I will even consider using you again.”

My words stung him harder than any crop or whip could. He crumbled before me, fighting the tears that threatened to fill his eyes. But he could not hide the devastation his face. “Mistress…please…forgive me…please…I am begging you.”

“Quiet!” I reprimanded him sharply, not letting him see that I was pleased with his reaction. “You can thank me for giving you the opportunity to earn your place back by obeying me without question. Do as you are told and you will show me that you are sincere in your desire to serve me.”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you, I will do anything.”

His willingness to please was an aphrodisiac to me, and my own breathing quickened as I felt my pussy contract driving me dangerously close to orgasm. I pulled on the twine linking his nipples and balls, ordering him to crawl to the desk on his hands and knees.

“Now stand up and spread your legs,” I demanded.

He hesitated for a fraction longer than he should have before he complied. Since his back was towards me he could not see the smile of satisfaction that crossed my face as I watched him obey an order that was difficult for him. I locked his ankle cuffs to the chains attached to the desks legs, and pushed his face down onto the desk. I then picked up the weights and attached them to the twine at his balls, enjoying the way he sucked in his breath at this fresh torment.

“If I can’t use you the way I want, I will use you as my bitch tonight,” I breathed against his ear as I dropped my skirt to the floor and replaced it with my strap on. I had only fucked his ass once so far and it was almost more than he could bear. I could see his body tremble and he was already whimpering fearfully against the desk. I slapped his ass hard and then pulled his cheeks apart, thrusting my dildo into him with a driving force. He cried out like a girl as I entered him and I grabbed his hair, keeping my cock firmly inside him.

“You are going to take this like you love it and you had better get very used to this because you are going to be my bitch from now on and you are going to worship my cock with love.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he choked the words out as I assaulted his tight little hole in a frenzied fucking while he grunted and gasped out unintelligible sounds, stimulating me further.

“Tell me what a pussy you are,” I cried out as I used the strap on to drive myself to orgasm.

“I am your pussy, Mistress,” he sobbed as I continued to rape his almost virgin ass.

“How does it feel to be my bitch, slut?” I was so close to cumming, but I wanted to draw this out.

“Hu...humiliating.”

“Good. How else does it feel?”

“It’s…painful,” he cried out as my thrusts became even more intense.

“Are you suffering for me?”

“Oh, God yes, Mistress.”

“Tell me how much you are suffering!”

“I feel like I am being ripped in two!”

The orgasm rippled through me as tiny pinpoints of light danced before my eyes. I had needed this relief, but I was still hungry for a cock.  I draped myself over his back for a moment as the final waves of pleasure washed over me. Our bodies clung together from the sweet sweat of a good hard fucking. Peter collapsed upon the desk, panting like a dog. His ass throbbed painfully and he was struggling hard not to cry from the fire that raged in his ass. But this was only the beginning of his punishment. I was going to take everything from him and reshape him in a way that was pleasing to me. His punishment was going to be on a physical and an emotional level as well as tentacles of his enslavement wound around his body and his very soul. Once the warmth of climax left me, I moved off him and rolled my desk chair behind him. Leaving his ankles shackled to the desk I pushed him down into a sitting position and fastened his wrists to the chair, allowing enough play so that he could complete his next task. This was going to be much harder for him to take than the ass fucking. I removed the strap on and sat on the edge of the desk, crossing my legs. My blouse had opened up during our little session and even though he was in pain, I could feel from the heat of his gaze that he was desperately hungry for me. The next four weeks were going to have him groveling at my feet, and I doubted he would ever disobey me again.

            With a cruel smile I placed my laptop in front of him, along with a sheet of paper that had a list of names written on it. He looked down at the paper and I could see him crumbling inwardly as he looked up at me with a look of utter dejection across his stricken face.

“Yes, that’s right slave. This is a list of other submissives that I am interested in. Since it was your insecurities that earned you your punishment, I am going to take those insecurities from you. I am going to give you what you feared most and you are going to share me with another submissive. I would have been content with one, but your fear wished this upon yourself. And you are going to be the one to find me that submissive, starting right now.”

Anguish contorted his features and he started to beg.

I love begging…