GimpinDenial
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I was going to edit my original post... (cause like I said..it was in haste and I made WAY too many mistakes .....Tabitha Tasha...<shrugs shoulders> Hopefully I caught them all in this version....but...I am exasutsed, so if there is..aaack...oh geez.......I saaaaweeeeeee )
Here it is The final extended session of Mistress Tabitha and Marcus
The chill in the air caused goosebumps to form upon the boys skin...
"I want you to understand this very carefully. You are mine now."
A demure looking woman wearing a red sundress said as she lifted the boys chin so she could look deep into his eyes.
"The contract has been signed and your limits have been set. What I choose to do with you from here until the release of this bond will be done with complete compliance from you. Is that understood?"
The boy, young and naive, had a look of awe as he unflinchingly replied;
"Yes, Mistress. I understand."
"Good." Remove your clothes. I will be back and I expect you to be on your knees, with your hands behind your back"
The mistress demanded as she sauntered out of the dimly lit room.
The boys name was Marcus. He stood six one at a hundred and ninety pounds. He was once a football linebacker in high school so he was 85 percent muscle.
The day he turned eighteen he had decided upon finding an alternative lifestyle.
In the age of the internet being at your fingertips, he had long ago found the adult websites that hosted stories and images about female domination.
His curiosity got the better of him. Once he found a forum that dealt with these issues he began his quest as newbie, only to be denied over and over. One day, another submissive replied to a post with some advice.
"You should try a professional dominatrix. This way you can test the waters with varying degrees and give you some level of experience."
With this, Marcus sought a market place. Finding one in the area that had reasonable fees and specialized with beginners.
Her name was Mistress Tabitha.
Although Marcus was attracted to the perky blonde teens that he had become accustomed to in high school, Mistress Tabitha was without a doubt the most attractive woman he had laid eyes upon.
The first session dealt with light bondage and playful levels of whipping.
Six months later, the sessions evolved into inescapable situations and being tortured.
Mistress Tabitha offered a deal that Marcus could not refuse. After six months of twice a week sessions, she wanted to make Marcus a permanent personal slave.
This meant that they would meet on a personal level, and no money would be exchanged, allowing them to introduce sexual scenarios into the equation.
They sat down, and drew up a years contract attached with limits.
That was a week before, and today, as Marcus stood in the large dungeon style play room, he would officially become a collared slave of Mistress Tabitha.
His skin shivered slightly as he folded his clothes neatly into a pile. The floor was polished mahogany wood that conducted the cold into his feet. Sending chills as he walked to the center of the room, with his back to the door, and sank to his knees.
He took a deep breath, feeling himself become aroused as he imagined what was to come. He clasped his hands behind his back, keeping himself erect, and lowered his head to stare at a spot a foot in front of his knees.
The room that Mistress Tabitha called "The Dungeon of Desire" was painted black with the ceiling a dark red to match the floor.
On opposite walls hung whips, floggers, cat-o-nine tails, crops, restraints, masks, and gags.
The wall opposite the entrance was home to a St. Andrews cross. On either side was a spanking bench and a black leathered massage table.
Mistress Tabitha stood at the entrance, pleased that her new slave chose to place his back to the door. It showed his level of trust for her.
She held in one hand a collar that she had chosen just for him. Three inches wide with d-rings at the front and side.
Her high heeled boots clicked as she slowly approached the boy.
"That's a good slave." Mistress Tabitha said as she brushed his close cropped hair.
She had admired him since the first day he entered the hallway of the Studio she kept in the city.
It was rare for a woman in her profession to find such a young, fit,and adventurous young specimen, and she had hoped for this day to come.
She grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back slightly. To make it easier to place the collar around his neck from behind.
Once it was in place, Mistress Tabitha decided that instead of the usual routine in the dungeon, she would take him to a room he had never been before.
She had wanted to progressively train him into this field, but the desire to take him at that moment consumed her.
Mistress Tabitha walked to the wall to select a mask. Once she had selected one with removable blind and mouth gag, she instructed Marcus to put it on.
Once satisfied, she attached a leash to the front d-ring of the collar and led her precious morsel out of the Dungeon.
The studio contained various other rooms,an all white medical room, transgender parlor, padded cell, and lastly; her playroom.
The play room was off limits to clientele. Her profession did not allow sexual intercourse, so it was reserved for those like Marcus.
It was by far bigger and more lavish than the Dungeon, with leather padded walls and a soft leather matting on the floor.
Hung dead center was a sling, and the walls sported some of the same equipment as the Dungeon. The exceptions were the array of dildos, massagers, vibrators and strap-ons that each had their place among narrow benches around the room.
A few contraptions at had been hand made to her specifications sat idle here and there, waiting to be used.
Mistress Tabitha had kept the discussion of toys to a minimum when the limits were set. She knew Marcus was eager to please, and the thought of toys that invaded his rectum might scare the boy to setting limits against anal play.
Marcus smelled the rich aroma of the room as he entered, feeling the soft doe skin beneath his feet. His cock began to grow harder and wagged side to side as he was lead by his Mistress.
"On all fours, slave." Mistress Tabitha instructed with a tug of the leash for good measure.
Marcus knelt as he was told and felt the leash being removed.
Mistress Tabitha walked over to a movable device that she had designed herself. It consisted of using a kneeling bench that had a spreader bar run along the front lip. At the base, an adjustable bar that ran back into a tee that held two cuffs.
She placed the device near Marcus, and using a crop paddled his rear to send him into position.
His chest lay onto the bench, and his wrist was bound to the spreader bar.
His knees were placed into the cuffs and a buckle was placed around his thighs, essentially locking him into a permanent doggy style position with his legs spread slightly apart.
She stood back to admire her pet. She toyed with his buttocks, spanking each one gently with her hand.
Then she selected a paddle to give his cheeks a bright rosie glow.
Occasionally she would massage his buttocks after a blow was followed by a strong moan from behind the boys gag.
She allowed her fingers to brush ever so slightly against his rosebud. Each time more probing than before.
The desire swelling inside of her, she stopped and selected a strap-on that hung from the wall.
It was designed with a vaginal plug for the wearer with a dildo that extended from the front was made from silicone that measured seven inches long and two inches in diameter. The "balls" were a special design made of a silicone pouch with two leather balls that were filled with styrofoam beads.
I was one of her favorites.
She had begun to reach for her bottle of Amorist, when a thought and a smile washed over her.
Standing in front of Marcus, she unsnapped the blindfold for him to see.
Marcus eyes quickly adjusted to see his Mistress standing before him in all of her glory.
She wore leather from her neck down. The halter was open breasted, allowing her breasts to be framed. Chaps ran down her legs and disappeared into thigh high boots. The sight she held in her hand made his heart beat race.
The look of fear amused Mistress Tabitha as she stroked the dildo slowly. His eyes pleaded with her not to proceed, but she knew that she wanted to confirm he was hers, by taking his virgin ass.
The wicked smile that planted firmly on his Mistresses face quashed any hopes that Marcus could beg for this not to happen. Even after she removed the mask, which included the gag.
"Mistress, pleease, no." He simpered the moment a fresh breath entered his lungs.
"Are you sure? I thought you were sincere when you had understood that whatever I did to you from here on out was non negotiable." Mistress Tabitha cooed as she brushed his cheek with her free hand.
"I did Mistress, but I...." Marcus began, but saw the look of disappointment in his Mistress's eyes.
He felt her warm soothing touch as she caressed his face.
"I am yours, Mistress. To do as you please." He finally relented.
Mistress Tabitha was pleased by these words. She walked behind him, and began to slowly rub the silicone lubricant onto his hole.
She knew it was just enough for initial penetration, but she wanted to hear the boys cries as she raped his ass without mercy.
She sank to her knees, and began to rub the head of the dildo just outside his anus.
"Do you feel that, slave? Feel my cock?" She asked as she pressed it firmly against his hole.
"Yes, Mistress." Marcus whimpered, not knowing what to expect.
She placed one hand on his hip, while holding the dildo firmly in her hand. In front of them, mounted on the wall was a wide dress mirror. She wanted to see his face, and for him to see hers.
She pushed, just enough for the head to enter.
"Oh, shit...no, no,no,no, please no!" Marcus wailed as the pain began to spread.
His heartbeat raced and he felt semi hard erection become flaccid and hang limply.
"Mmmm, yes." Mistress Tabitha said as she saw the look of pain Marcus displayed in the mirror.
"You will take this and learn to love it, slut!" She said as she firmly gripped both of his hips.
Marcus saw his Mistress in the mirror, and the look of sheer pleasure that bathed her.
He bit his lip as he braced himself for more pain.
"YES...there it goes" Mistress Tabitha cried as she thrust her hips forward an inch more.
Marcus wanted to scream out, for help, for the pain to stop, for the intrusion to exit him.
Involuntarily, his muscles tried to expel the dildo, creating more pain.
"Please, Mistress. Please be gentle, please!" The last word came out as a grunted squeal as his Mistress pushed further inside of him.
The dildo was only a quarter of the way in before Mistress Tabitha slowly withdrew, so that she could get more leverage for the next thrust.
It went almost halfway and she was rewarded with another cry of agony from the boy.
His face was red, and the look of terror only enthralled her passion more.
She slowly withdrew once more, and allowed a stream of spittle to fall where flesh and toy met.
The next thrust was more than three quarters of the way in.
Marcus almost fainted as the pain swelled more than he could ever imagine feeling. His mind screamed at the rape and the violation. Although he bit his lip to prevent his cries, he bellowed once more shrieking aloud and trying to move his hips away. The hands that grasped his hips were stronger than his buckings, and kept him right were she wanted him.
"There it is!" She said with glee as she trust one more time all the way in.
She bent forward and grasped Marcuses hair looking at him in the mirror.
His eyes had welled up and a few tears fell down his cheeks.
Breathing softly into his ear, she whispered;
"Now, you are truly my little slut." and nibbled on his lobe as he continued to weep.
She reached down, and picked the bottle of Amorist and withdrew the strap-on until just the head was still inside. Adding a little more lube, she stroked her cock and then slapped his ass before she smeared the rest of the lube onto his back.
The tears pooled at the bottom of his chin, and his nose began to run. Marcus eyed his Mistress as she slapped him. She was surrounded with an aura like glow as her smile broadened by the look on his face.
Mistress Tabitha had a secret fetish of seeing true tears flow from her submissives. The beads of salty essence enraptured her more as she felt her loins grow hotter.
This made her want to thrust her hips harder and faster.
So, she did.
She kept her eyes on his face as she fucked his ass savagely, not swaying to his pleas for mercy. On occasion, with each deep thrust she slapped the meaty flesh of his buttocks.
Her paced quickened as her orgasm began to mount. The thrusts became harder as her hips hit bone.
The "ball sac" swayed to slap Marcuses balls and soon he became aroused once more. The thought of him being raped to be exciting, began to mount fears into his mind. How could he possibly enjoy this?
The raw grating that raged from his anus cause him to cry out once again. This only instilled Mistress Tabitha’s passion further.
Her body began to quiver as the electric feeling surged through her and fluids began to erupt from her pussy. She thrust faster and more savagely as she climaxed.
Pumping him harder and faster until the sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed.
Mistress Tabitha gripped another handful of Marcuses hair as she pumped the last few short thrusts at the ebb of her orgasm. She turned his head, and licked a tear that had begun to flow.
She stayed there, on her knees with the dildo still embedded deep; catching her breath.
"Did you enjoy that, my little slut?" She asked as she stroked his engorged shaft.
A new wave of tears began to flow as she did this and he saw the joy in her eyes.
What have I become? Marcus asked himself as the pain begun to wash away with each slow stroke.
Waves of fear, degradation and mortification coursed throughout Marcus as he felt his balls begin to shrink when the edge came near. His Mistress knew of the signs and let go of his harden to throb and lightly pump the air, aching for release.
Mistress Tabitha knew that if she pulled the strap-on out of her new toy, that he may cum sooner than she wanted.
She had too much planned for him now to simply allow him this pleasure.
Once Marcuses prick stopped throbbing uncontrollably, he felt his Mistress slide slowly out of him. The pain had melted away and was now being replaced by a void that he refused to admit he wanted filled again.
Mistress Tabitha stood, allowing herself a moment as she watched her boys gaping hole slowly close leaving a puckered set of lips to pout.
Marcus took a deep breath as he gazed into the mirror, watching his Mistress walk out of sight as the intruder bobbed slightly from her groin.
The thought that he enjoyed the last few moments as she was deep within him made Marcus feel ashamed his own arousal.
His throat felt dry, and his eyes raw as he sniffled to clear his nose. He swallowed hard and took a deep calming breath. Marcus shuddered when he felt his anus regain some control as it clenched back inside of him.
Mistress Tabitha had not cleaned her pet before she violated him, and hesitated humiliating the boy to tasting the residue from her strap-on.
Taking the harness off, she laid the soiled toy onto a towel. She made a mental note of what she needed as she carried the harness to her private bath. Using antibacterial soap, Mistress Tabitha cleaned the toy and then set it onto a fresh towel to dry.
Marcuses arms and legs had begun to cramp. His mind still dwelled on what had just happened, so he was not aware of this. There more he thought, the more he became aroused as to it happening again. His Mistress was nowhere to be seen, but he could hear the faint sounds of running water somewhere in the background.
Once Mistress Tabitha had finished filling the bag, she hung it onto a hook inside the large shower stall, waiting to be drained, then went to bring a cart with the items she had retrieved from the medical room back to the bathroom.
She browsed these, making sure nothing had been forgotten:
A digital camera
Clean towels
A large bottle of mineral oil diluted with warm water
An anal spike
Enema nozzle
And a commode chair without the basin underneath.
A warm breeze floated by Marcus and caused hairs to stand up in places he wasn’t aware he had hair.
The ache in his limbs had finally broken his into his thoughts, and his mouth was no longer dry when he heard his Mistress coo softly into his ear.
“You did well, my pet. I am pleased.” Mistress Tabitha whispered with a flick of her tongue along the outside of the boys ear.
The thought of his Mistress being pleased of his sufferings brought a swell of pride and a small smile to form upon his lips.
He craned his neck to look into her creamy jade eyes and found the look of desire among them. She kissed his neck, and then drifted away.
Mistress Tabitha grabbed her pets balls, and wound a thin strip of lattigo from the top down until his jewels almost appeared to be one, then she wound it back up, around the base of his growing inflammation of an appendage.
Noticing she had selected a longer piece than usual, she decided to continue up the length, encasing him up to the crown before tucking the end of the strip back into itself.
Marcus groaned with pleasure as he felt his balls being stretched. He looked into the mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse, but he could not see what she was doing.
Soon, he felt his penis become wrapped as well, which caused him to swell even more, and the blood flow to the head.
“Hmmm…you like this, don’t you? Having that horse cock of yours tied, bursting to be freed?” Mistress Tabitha asked as she stroked and pinched her pets nipples.
“Yes, Mistress. I...I...do, Mistress.” The pain of his nipples being tweaked almost sent a tear, but he bit his lip and focused on the arousal of being chastised.
Mistress Tabitha stood and walked in front if Marcus. Placing her hands on her hips, she stood with her legs spread and looking down upon him.
“Would you like to be free of your bonds now?” She asked, motioning to the bench contraption.
“Yes, Mistress.” Marcus replied as a new Charlie horse began to stir in his thigh.
“Well, you will have to earn that” Mistress Tabitha demanded as she placed a boot onto the bench, just below Marcuses chin.
“Lick.”
She did not need to say more. He moistened his tongue and began to lavish the patent leather. Making sure to lick every inch until the boot disappeared from his sight.
“That’s a good boy, over here.” Mistress pointed out an area that was noticeably dull from the lack of saliva. Once she felt content, she exchanged one boot for the other.
The task was demeaning for Marcus, but he enjoyed it simply to please his Mistresses amusement.
Satisfied that the boy had done his duty, Mistress Tabitha began to unbuckle the cuffs and wrist restraints.
“Lie down on your back, and don’t move” She said, knowing he would cramp completely if he tried to stand; making him useless to her.
His body ached as he sank down and felt the coolness of the floor. He watched as his Mistress stowed the contraption, then walk out of the room with only the faint tapping of her heels to remind him that she had not gone far.
He felt the need, now more than ever, to be around her. To be in her presence.
It was not long before she returned to the playroom and found the boy lying exactly in the same position as when she left.
A slow smile began to form, but Mistress Tabitha pulled it back to hide her pleasure of what was to come.
“Get up on all fours and crawl to me, now.” Marcus heard his Mistress command.
As quickly as he could, he did as he was told and padded his way towards the entrance. Occasionally, Marcus stole a glance to see if she was pleased, only to find her jaw set and a stern, disapproving glare.
Mistress Tabitha wanted him to be unsure of himself, and gritted her teeth as she watched her pet wag his way towards her.
Marcus saw her walk away before he was close enough to stop, and he continued onto the hard bare floor of the hallway.
His Mistress stood, with her arms crossed, leaning against the door jamb of her private bathroom. The disapproving look that scorned him brought fear of what might happen once he reaches her.
Mistress Tabitha set her mind to a darker mood, for it needed to be for what was to come next.
As the boy approached the doorway, she pointed towards the shower stall.
“Get in there, now” Marcus felt her tone seep into his bones as he continued onto the cold, hard tiled floor.
A chair was set towards the back, and he saw bag that resembled what his mother used for her back, with the exception that a tube ran down from the plug of the hot water bottle.
“You make me sick. Do you know that?” Mistress Tabitha said as she swatted Marcuses bottom to corral him into position.
“No, Mistress. What have I done Mistress?” Marcus asked with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
She picked up the anal spike, and allowed him to see the mixture being poured into it.
“How do you expect me to enjoy myself if you are not properly clean, hmmm?” She was not shouting, but Marcus heard her voice as if she was doing just that; inches away from his ear.
Mistress Tabitha saw the red blush of the boys face when he realized what she meant, and what she was planning to do.
“Well?” She demanded as she looked down upon him, waiting for his reply.
“I…uh, I don’t know how…to..uh.” Marcus stammered, trying to find a way of dispersing the embarrassment he felt at that very moment.
“What? You don’t know how to douche your fucking ass?” The anger that emitted from her stemmed from need for his reaction.
Its weight was minuscule, but it was enough to cause him to slouch from the all fours position. The tear fell down the same path its brethren before had. The salty morsel lingered on his chin, pulling him down ever so slightly.
Mistress Tabitha saw this and smiled inside. She bent forward and held out the spike almost touching his face with it.
“This is to help clean out your stinky cunt. Here, take it.” Marcus grudgingly received her offering and pleaded with his eyes, begging for privacy.
“I am going to make sure you do it the right way.” Mistress Tabitha said, reading the look the boy gave her.
“Now, put it between your legs and place the nozzle inside.” She continued with an air of annoyance as if you were teaching a child to put its toys away.
Marcus felt the tip of the nozzle slide in with little effort.
“Now squeeze the bulb, hard.” Mistress Tabitha sighed, inwardly enjoying the boys displeasure.
The fluid wasn’t much, but it began to gurgle inside of his bowls and Marcus immediately felt the need to defecate.
“Get up and sit in the chair, but don’t let a single drop come out of your ass.” Mistress Tabitha commanded, pointing to the commode chair.
He did as she instructed, feeling his bowels ache with the need to be empty. Once Marcus sat down in the chair he almost released the fluids, but he clinched his sphincter tight; using more mental strength than physical.
The boy met her eyes once more, and they welled up from the concentration needed to keep the liquid from bursting from his bowels.
“Don’t look at me. You are disgusting” Mistress Tabitha barked as she reached for the digital camera. She had wished she would have thought to take a shot of his reaction, but the moment had passed.
Instead, she began snapping a few shots of him simpering to keep from disappointing her.
Mistress Tabitha did not expect the boy to hold it much longer. So she knelt on one knee, and aimed the camera to frame Marcus just perfectly.
“Look at me, boy” Marcus heard his Mistress speak. So he slowly lifted his watery eyes to find not her pools of emeralds, to find a cycloptic eye staring back at him instead.
“You may release.” Mistress Tabitha took a picture the moment his face emitted the satisfaction of releasing the fluid down to the drain of the shower.
Marcus didn’t need to think. The word release had yet been spoken when he unclenched his straining sphincter.
Soon, the boy once again became embarrassed, for the noise of his defecation seemed to echo in the stall. Mistress Tabitha took another picture.
“Good. Now, take the enema nozzle and do the same thing. You must do this until you are clean.” Mistress Tabitha said as she stepped back out of the stall to allow room for the boy to continue.
Marcus looked up at the bag that his Mistress had pointed out, and saw the nozzle at the end.
It was made of stainless steel, tapered with ribs for a menacing look that said it was not the type to remove easily. He swallowed hard thinking about inserting the cold metal inside of himself, and having to repeat the procedure he had just performed.
Mistress Tabitha smiled outwardly. She couldn’t help it, seeing how uncomfortable this well muscled man had become.
She took pictures as she watched his muscles flex as he bent forward and proceeded to do as he was instructed.
She was especially pleased to take a few of the agonized look when he pushed the nozzle in the first time.
Marcus felt his face on fire each time he had to relieve his bowels in front of his Mistress. He had become mortified to the point of tears as he repeatedly douched and flushed until the bag was empty.
Mistress Tabitha refilled the bag, and instructed Marcus to continue. She walked out of the bathroom, knowing that the boy would not stop until the flush flowed clear.
She began to prepare for the next evolution of her boy.
As Mistress Tabitha made sure that everything was set to her satisfaction, Marcus finished up the grueling ordeal of flushing his bowels.
It felt like an eternity before his Mistress returned, and held out a towel so that he may dry himself.
“Look at you, you must have enjoyed that.” Mistress Tabitha said with a low moan as she wiped the precum oozing out of the blue head of his phallus.
She wiped her fingers onto his lips and as she clipped a leash onto the collar.
“Come, when need to take care of that before it falls off.” Mistress Tabitha said lustily.
Marcuses head felt light and his rectum raw while he walked slightly bowlegged behind her. Unconsciously he licked his lips, not realizing he was tasting his own sweet fluids.
They entered the playroom once more, giving Marcus a first real glimpse of the room where he lost his anal virginity.
He couldn’t completely see what was on the walls, for a series of recessed track lights in the ceiling illuminated the middle of the room, leaving the rest shrouded in darkness. Highlighted in the center of the room was the sling that hung from the ceiling.
“Climb into the sling, my pet.” Mistress Tabitha commanded, dropping the leash.
Marcus lifted himself into the delicate looking device, afraid his weight would drop down to the floor.
The leather creaked gently, but the chains inside of the sheathing that supported the basket held true.
He was uncomfortable laying on his back. No matter what position, his butt was left to overhang, with his neck unsupported.
Mistress Tabitha almost laughed out loud as she saw Marcus try to arrange himself in the sling. He had so much to learn.
She stepped up, and pulled his hips towards her, allowing his buttocks to hang over the edge. Next she fastened the ankle collars and informed him to hang on.
She unwrapped the lashing quickly, and saw the bloodless flesh beneath.
Intense cold and fire swarmed Marcuses cock all at once. The feeling of pins and needles almost caused him see stars.
He groaned loudly and held on to the supports.
“Oh…how does that feel?” Mistress Tabitha asked as she rubbed the appendage gently.
He couldn’t speak, because he wasn’t exactly sure.
She saw the look on his face and smiled at his confusion. The color, and obviously feeling had come back to Marcuses penis as it began to swell once again to her touch.
Then Mistress Tabitha disappeared slightly from his view.
Marcus was left with his legs outstretched in the air while he grasped the support chains to keep himself from slipping out.
His Mistress came around to his head, and instructed that he tuck his arms behind the sling, against his back.
Marcus felt the sling supports under his pits as his hands were cuffed behind him. His head was left unsupported, and it fell back while he watched his Mistress stand up to walk into the darkness.
Mistress Tabitha refashioned her favorite strap-on, running in her mind the preparations that she had made.
The sling was dipped in more in the front intentionally, she wanted to be able to have leverage with his weight. Tying his arms behind him also prevented the boy from pulling away.
Walking around, knowing she was in shadows, Mistress Tabitha began to taunt her pet.
“I enjoyed taking you ass earlier. Do you know that, slut?” Marcus heard his Mistresses voice coo from beyond.
“Yes, Mistress. I believe I do.” He replied, the saliva in his mouth becoming thick.
“You believe? Then I must make you understand.” Her voice swooned as she circled her pet.
Marcus could not tell exactly where his Mistress was, the thought of her invading him once more made his heartbeat pound inside of his ears.
It tore his ego apart.
Part of him was repulsed, diluted with fear of what people might think of him being assaulted in that way.
The other, intoxicated with the yearning to once again feel her cock inside of him.
The smell of her sweet perfume mixed with the mélange of leather and sweat permeated the air.
A moment later, he felt her hands cup his ears, bending his head back.
“Hello, my pet” Mistress Tabitha said as her strap-on bumped the top of Marcuses head.
She tilted his head back, aligning his neck and throat as straight as possible.
“Since you don’t want me inside your ass, you will have to take it in your mouth then.” She said as the tip of the dildo bushed Marcuses lips.
“Suck it, NOW.” Marcus heard her command when their eyes met.
He wanted to make her happy, and felt that sucking on the phallic tool was less humiliating than receiving it in his rectum.
The soft silicone meat was an odd feeling against the tongue as Marcus began to do as he was told.
“That’s a good little cocksucker.” Mistress Tabitha saw her pet try to please her with vigor.
She wanted more, and began to thrust the dildo further inside of his mouth.
Marcus had begun to choke, causing him to cough when his Mistress pushed further into his mouth. This brought tears to flow quickly down in drip into his ears.
“Oh, you can’t take my cock in your mouth?” Mistress Tabitha berated a she pulled out for him to catch a breath before dipping the strap-on back in.
Once again, he gagged when the head pushed against the back of his throat. He saw his Mistresses eyes gleam each time she tried to force it into his gullet.
“Hm..if you can’t learn to take my cock into your throat, then I will take your ass.” She said not giving him a chance to respond.
Marcus groaned a response, which caused the dildo to slip into his throat. His eyes widened in disbelief.
Mistress Tabitha noticed this, and smacked the side of her pets face slightly.
“Deepthroat that cock, you know you want to.” She ushered him on.
His throat spasmed as his Mistress tried to force the dildo down.
“You don’t want me to fuck your face? Is that it?” Mistress Tabitha asked, finally allowing her pet to answer by withdrawing.
Marcus was unsure of what to say. He was speechless as he realized he just had a dildo in his throat.
“Well, then. Tell me you want me to fuck your ass. Do it!” She punctuated with a tweak of his nipple.
“Please, fuck my ass!” Marcus yelled, in part to take the pain away, part because she told him to, and part because he did want her to.
“What was that? What do you want me to do?” Mistress Tabitha demanded.
“I want your cock in my ass, Mistress. I want you to fuck my ass, please Mistress.” He relented.
A gleam of lust emerged within her smile as she walked around the sling. Lubrication and towels were close by as she retrieved them.
Soon, she was standing between his legs, and placed a towel onto Marcuses stomach so that she could apply a dab of lube between his cheeks as well as the strap-on.
Marcus felt the cool liquid and a finger tapping his rectum making his cock was stand at an angle, throbbing with each heartbeat, leaving a silk trail of precum from the head to just above his navel.
After applying enough lube, Mistress Tabitha used the towel to remove the excess from her hands, then allowed it to fall onto the floor.
She gently nudged the head of strap-on inside of him, noticing this time it went in easier than before.
Marcus felt his sphincter ache as his Mistress began stretching it. He felt the pain, but he actually wanted her inside.
“Oh, god…yes…yes, Mistress.” He moaned
“Just relax, don’t think, just relax.” Mistress Tabitha cooed to her pet.
Mistress Tabitha needed this to extra special for him so she took her time. Slowly sliding a little bit in, then withdrew….slowly inching more into him before withdrawing.
The pain faded as the sensation of his Mistress cock was slid back and forth inside of him. He tried to get a better view, but all he could see were his own hardon and her hips closing in with each motion.
She looked into his eyes, and saw the ecstasy within them.
“Does that feel good baby?” Marcus heard her ask in the moment of euphoria.
A smile came across his lips as he replied;
“Yes, Mistress it does.”
“Do you love it?”
“Yes Mistress” Marcus replied in a drugged state.
Marcus felt her thighs pushing up against his buttocks as she loomed inches from his face.
“You love it when I fuck your ass?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
He felt her warm hand grasp his hardon once more as it gently began to stroke him.
“Yes Mistress, I love it when you fuck my ass.”
Mistress Tabitha began to slowly slide out, stroking her hand up to the top of his throbbing phallus, then slowly slid in as her hand strokes to the base.
“Would you like to cum as I fuck your ass?” She growled with lust
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Yes Mistress….what?” She egged on as she thrust forward hard, using the base of his cock as a handle to pull him to meet her thrust.
“Yes Mmmmmistress, I want to cum while you fuck my ass!” Marcus growled as his Mistress slowly withdrew, and thrust forward once more.
Mistress Tabitha Began to keep the routine up, slowly withdrawing until her strap-on was almost out, then thrusting forward fast and hard, keeping her hand firmly grasped around his shaft.
She kept this up, occasionally sending her hand to do an upstroke as she withdrew.
The change of pace worked, for she could see his balls begin to go inside of him and the precum was now acting as a well needed lubricant.
Quickly, she pulled all the way out and let go of him at the same moment, leaving Marcus to swing gently.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuugh….gah..” He cried as he was denied his release.
Mistress Tabitha felt a small shudder flow through her at seeing his face contort and his hips buck out of the frustration of the moment.
“Did you think it would be that easy?” She asked with a mischievous smile.
She didn’t expect a response as she blew onto his pulsing prick.
She unbelted his ankle restraints, and allowed his feet to support his weight. Then she continued to remove his wrist restraints.
“Stand up, and do not touch your cock. You may look at it until I am ready to continue” Mistress Tabitha ordered.
Marcus complied and stood, keeping his hands behind his back as he peered right into his cum slit just a few feet away, asking for release.
Mistress Tabitha used a stool to remove the first two supports near the ceiling to two other hooks, closer to the ones near Marcus. She adjusted the height to a few links shorter, then set the stool back where it belonged.
She snickered as she saw Marcus holding his hands behind his back. He evidently didn’t trust them to be anywhere else.
“Turn around and put your chest into the sling” she pointed before walking away to a bench.
Marcus noticed that the sling would allow him to lean forward without falling over, provided he didn’t allow his knees to buckle.
A few minutes passed before Mistress Tabitha returned, and took up her position behind her pet once again.
“I have a surprise for you” She said as a wide screen tv came to life in front of them.
On it, Marcus saw himself from above, lying back on the sling. He felt the hands of his Mistress grip his hip once again with the feeling of her strap-on sliding in slowly until it was to the hilt.
“Keep your eyes on the screen” Mistress Tabitha said from behind him as she gripped his hair in one hand. In the other, she held a remote, which she used to split the screen.
The other side was a side view of his violation from earlier. Immediately they both began to play simultaneously. They were close in sync as his violation was slightly slower, and the sling video, slightly faster.
Mistress Tabitha began to fuck Marcus at about the same pace as the video loop.
Within moments they both began moaning and wailing their carnal lust, at times spewing obscenities or speaking in tongues.
Marcus felt his Mistress balls weight slap into his own, and he learned to match her thrust by using his knees and the swing as a fulcrum.
His cock had been bouncing against the leather sling and he could feel the soft thuds on his stomach each moment of deepest penetration.
Once Mistress Tabitha felt her peak, she took her hand off of Marcuses head and growled;
“Don’t you dare take your fucking eyes off of that screen, slut!”
She spat onto her hand and began to stroke Marcus. In her other hand, she pushed one more button, and made sure the loop continued before allowing the remote to fly where it wished so that she could grip her pets hips.
Their pace intensed… as the video showed Mistress Tabitha ebbing and Marcuses edging.
Marcus felt the point of no return as he proclaimed;
“Ah gawd…yes!”
Mistress Tabitha waited until she felt the last swell of his cock before letting him go, to grab a hold of him with both hands and deep stroke him as fast and as hard a she could.
The timing was perfect.
Both Mistresses climaxed at the same time, and Marcus felt his orgasm explode as he saw himself buck and contort.
They continued the grinding, rubbing and bucking until all fluids and involuntary spasms had been completely extinguished.
They half stood, half leaned while regaining their composure from the existential
Marcus laughed as he felt the hot breath of his Mistress on his back, and her hand placed softly around his throat.
Mistress Tabitha softly kissed his shoulder, still deep inside of her new slave.
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omg, been far too long since i had THAT! 
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That was very well written. I need a..ummm... marcus or cold shower.
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