Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 3 by Lance Edwards
The Slut Boy Mega Collection is the epitome of sissification, humiliation and punishment. Lance Edwards, author of Secret Mascot, Reign of the Demon Queen and many more fantastic Femdom titles, has brought together all the short stories of torture and humiliation in three huge volumes!
The Goddess Katia convinces her boyfriend to let her tie him up. In one amazing evening she breaks and trains him into her lifelong sub. In Chat Doom, an eager submissive male is warned not to meet this ruthless Domme. But he insists, only to discover that his life will be shattered, turned into an unspeakable horror of total submission. Then Nurse Stevens busts a crooked doctor... herself a former victim of sexual harassment, Nursing a Grudge, was never so sweet as when she ensnares the unsuspecting doctor.
In Doggie Stylin' this hapless husband is turned into his Mistress/wife's French Poodle, Fluffy - caged, muzzled and well-used by her nasty female friends. Ravenous Raver is a sexy punk chick, who takes her naive hook-up home for some heavy bondage and a good ass and face reaming before she finally lets the poor guy go. And in The Venus Guy-Trap, a hapless sub, in search of female domination, falls into the hands of a ruthless domme who will take him to the brink with extreme CBT and anal submission with her huge black dildo.
A hard-hitting, hard-core, high energy collection of BDSM Femdom stories, NOT for the faint of heart. Includes extremes in bondage, torture, whipping, humiliation, degradation, gang-rape, electrical play, CBT, rugged strap-on sex, bootlicking, female worship, feminization, and lesbian sex.
“Ah, Slut-boy, I just love to whip you so much!” Brenda breathes her anticipation into my ear as she tightens the restraints. She has me strapped to her custom-built torture horse. My neck and wrists are caught in heavy wooden stocks; my legs are spread wide and my body bent over the A-frame horse. Built-in belts encircle my chest and belly, and climb each leg from ankle to butt. Cruel, implacable bonds somehow grip even my engorged cock and balls. Almost immobilized, I squirm in desperate distress in response to my beloved wife’s teasing.
I am so lucky to have such an understanding life-partner! My Mistress Brenda has gleefully indulged all of my wildest fantasies by enslaving me utterly right in my very own home. Besides rudely ordering me about, and ruling over my every move, she constantly incapacitates, disciplines, and dominates me sexually.
Subjugating me this way is what gets us both off, and our daily lovemaking has long since transmogrified into long, torturous sessions of bondage, physical and emotional abuse, and perversely inverted sexual service. Tantalizingly, my leather-clad mistress describes some of tonight’s tamer possibilities to me as she finishes strapping me in.
“I can use my flogger, or my single-tail, or my cane on you for hours and hours on end and never get enough of it! Watching you squirm and scream and stripe up livid under my slashing whip just makes me go insane with a demonic power and lust! Sometimes the only way I can stop myself from putting you in the hospital is to remember that there are better, even more painful and degrading ways for me to dominate you!”
She runs a considering hand over my ass, before slapping me contemptuously.
“Of course, that’s when I strap on my monster penis, and butt-fuck the ever-loving shit out of you! Isn’t it? And that’s when you whimper and plead and beg me for every vicious stroke of my giant, rampaging, rock-hard, bull-dyke cock! Ah, sub-hubby of mine, we have the most perfect marriage ever! And to think that this is the way you’ve always wanted it!”
She’s right, of course. I have always wanted this. I’m desperately sexually driven when I’m subjugated to her. The crueler she rules over me, the hornier I get. Despite the incredible pain then, I’m truly in my glory as Mistress Brenda first does as she’s suggested, and whips me viciously for what seems like half the fucking night. I scream in agony, true, and I weep and struggle and beg for her to stop. Yet my insatiable erotic thirst for her abuse only grows worse. I writhe in my bonds as though trying to rip my dick off, and still there’s no escape from either my throbbing, captive erection or my fire-latticed butt and back – much less my own depraved cravings. The sound of gorgeous Brenda’s repeated orgasms as she relentlessly wields her whip stokes my own hopeless lust even further, and we build off each other heedlessly: my pain feeding her pleasure and vice-versa, endlessly escalating together until we are indeed in danger of seriously injuring me. Then at last, as always, Mistress Brenda recalls her far more effective – and even more rewarding – weapon for physically subjugating me.
“Slut-boy!” Dropping the whip she hisses at me, using the pet name she’s recently decreed.
“It’s time once again for you to serve me as my helpless little slut, boy!”
She grins lasciviously down at me. “You know how it is, my succulent slave! You may be the husband, but it is I who wear the pants in this marriage! I, Mistress Brenda, rule over your contemptible body and submissive soul every second of your measly existence! Obviously therefore it is I, Mistress Brenda, who gets to wear the penis between us as well!
“As my subservient slave, Slut-boy, you are only allowed to eat me out, to keep me clean, and to enthusiastically service my many big erections. That is all! Your own pathetic little sex worm deserves nothing but the cruelest kinds of abuse! You are now my houseboy, my handmaid, my permanent voluntary eunuch, completely physically capable and yet interpersonally utterly unfit for the sublime and supremely wonderful pleasure of orgasm.
“As hard and needy as you always are, you never get to use that puny little thing again, Slut-boy! I want every last drop of your inferior semen kept safely inside, forever building up the pressure on you with no possibility ever of release. My slutty little blue-balls dick-slave! I want to see them swell up like ripening plums, while you go absolutely insane with unrequited desire for me! Your mistress is the only one around here who deserves to climb on top, stick in a big hard dick and hump and pump and fuck and come! Remember that, Slut-boy! I am forevermore the dominant partner in this so-called relationship in every last sense of the word!”
Mistress recites this familiar dogma as she’s strapping on her favorite, jet-black, ten-inch, hard plastic dildo. Stepping between my locked-apart legs, gripping my severely welted and abraded butt-cheeks in her fists, she spreads me wide and prepares once again to exercise her extensive – and exclusive – marital rights. Sporting a cock like God, sneering down at my blubbering and quivering captivity, she suddenly proclaims her eternal authority over me in simultaneous word and deed.
“You’re mine!” she cries, as she lunges forward and slams her stiff erection all the way into me. “All mine! FOREVER and ever, amen!”
Then she proceeds to most emphatically demonstrate this, by butt-fucking me so long and hard and violently that she ejaculates an uncounted number of times before she’s finished. As for me, eventually I’m reduced to a pile of limp, knotted rags hanging from a rack, endlessly absorbing those frenzied stabbing thrusts in a nightmare of heroic erotic endurance.
Some nights it truly takes hours of almost non-stop pneumatic copulation before she’s finally sated. Some nights I’ll be forced to perform extravagant feats of cunnilingus, and others to simulate lavish fellatio as she breathlessly humps and pumps and rapes my strangling throat. But without fail, Mistress Brenda always devotes the majority of her efforts to brutally and repeatedly butt-fucking the ever-loving shit out of me, just as she’d so accurately described.
This occasion is no different. Mistress is her usual rampant, rampaging self. When she at last pulls her long, thick, ribbed prick out of my gaping rectum for good (well after three-thirty a.m.), I am a wounded, exhausted, testosterone-overdosed and orgasm-denied wreck, twitching uncontrollably from head to toe and moaning in delirium.
Fortunately however, Mistress sees something in this of which she approves. Rather than leaving me bound to the horse and locked in the stocks all night, she at last releases my many tight bindings, springs the main lock and opens the oak pillory. The worst of my wounds are quickly treated, and finally I’m allowed the sublime privilege of spending the night in Brenda’s bed.
Too exalted to sleep, I lie awake tracing my all my wonderful whip-welts and basking in her warm proximity. How arousing she smells, and how painfully hard and eternally unfulfilled aches my pathetic, contemptible little erection! Lying facedown next to her, I can feel it throbbing plaintively under me with every shift of the mattress. I must be certain to do an extra special job on Mistress’ breakfast in the morning!