# Payback

© Abe Froman

The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental.

This story – from inspiration to final text – is courtesy of my muse and my Lady, Miss Porcelaina Valeriana. It is dedicated to her and her wickedness and beauty.

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I approached the door nervously. I was dressed in something relatively normal — well normal for this new life I guess. I was wearing pink panties, white stockings with matching garter belt, pink four inch heels, pink silk gloves and of course the black leather cuffs that were locked onto my wrists and ankles. I had been summoned, so there was no way I could hesitate safely. I knocked.

Called inside, I quickly approached her chair and knelt before her. I knew better than to look around before this task, so I could never really tell what might be happening around me.

The sound I heard behind me as I knelt in my uniform caused me some of the worst shock I’d yet had. I couldn’t tell if it was real, or if my mind was pushing me to terror. I knew that even on the street or in a restaurant I would have some reaction to it, but here, as I was, it was unreal. The laughter I heard behind me was that of my ex-girlfriend Eliza.

I didn’t dare move, but I was trembling, shaking. I knew she could see my ass in these humiliating panties, the seams of my stockings tracing down shaved legs, my hands in pretty gloves crossed behind me at my wrists, with my lips pressed to the shoes of My Lady.

“Hi slut. Your friend Eliza is here at my invitation, as I wanted to find out some more about you, things about how you were like before we met. I think this kind of information is a wonderful way for me to know how you might best be trained.”

I tried to answer but I couldn’t make my mouth form words.

“She tells me that you experimented a bit with her. That you even tried to be a Dom with her. She also told me some very interesting things about certain specific things that you wanted to try.”

I think if I could have just died at the moment, I might have welcomed it.

“Eliza tells me that you like to have your cock in her mouth, and even in her ass. That you like to cum in both of those places, too. Is that true?”

I knew I had to answer, had to speak eventually. “Yes, My Lady.”

“Yes, what, whore?”

She was going to make me say it, “Yes, My Lady, I liked to put my cock in her mouth, in her ass. I liked to cum in her mouth and in her ass too, My Lady.”

“Do you think it is proper for a slut and slave like you to do such things to a lovely lady like Eliza?”

I managed to stammer out, “No, My Lady.”

“Good. I thought you’d agree, so she and I have prepared your penance.”

My Lady stood, and I simply knelt there on the floor in fear. She took my wrist and locked together the cuffs at my wrists, securing them also to a chain from the ceiling. The winch started to hum, and it pulled my wrists upwards, forcing me up onto my feet and bending me forwards, so that my hands were high behind me. I was helpless and rather embarrassingly displayed.

She spoke as she circled me, “Every drop of cum that isn’t swallowed by a slave in this house is collected, whore. Cum from you, as well as from my other slaves. It allows me something to freeze into fun shapes and for fun purposes. This will be one of those purposes.”

She shoved a dildo gag into my mouth and buckled it tight around my head. The cock-shaped bulb forced into my mouth wasn’t rubber this time, and it was freezing cold. It dawned on me instantly that it was frozen cum, and that it would soon be melting. My eyes opened wide with the horrifying realization and I saw Eliza for the first time. I remembered instantly the beauty of her body, with the curves and lines of an Italian masterpiece. She stood before me, bending down to look into my eyes with a mix of amusement, interest, and even anger in her gaze. “Yes, honey, I never really liked the taste either. But at least I only had the cum of one man at a time in my mouth. Your Mistress tells me there’s at least six different samples of spunk in your mouth right now.” She was laughing as she moved out of my cone of vision.

My Lady’s voice returned to my ears as a whisper so close I felt the heat and moisture of her breath. “The cum-cock in your slutty mouth is rather small compared to the other one I’ve made, you know.”

Eliza was back in front of me now, and strapped around her hips, overtop of pink latex, was a dildo at least 10 inches long and more than three inches in diameter. The waited for the horror to reach my face, then she was behind me. Her long fingernails dragged against my skin as she pulled down my panties. The ice was so cold as she slid it between my ass cheeks, and merciless as it was pounded into me.

My Lady, sitting before me watched my eyes as I was fucked so deep and hard. It lasted an eternity, and Eliza didn’t stop until the dildo was a mere sliver. I was a toy for them, a plaything. For Eliza perhaps I was catharsis, payback, a way to eliminate years of anger. As I dangled there, melting cum bubbling around my gag, dripping out of my used ass and oozing down my thighs, I wondered if my humiliation could be worse -- if I could be made less of a man.

With My Lady, I knew in horror that the answer was always yes.

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