WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit material.

It is not intended to be read by anyone under the age of 18.  This is a
work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.  Copyright 2007.



   Title: Tormented

   Author: geraldine

   Story codes: MF, Fdom, sm, anal





He wasn’t the first, and he would not be the last. But he had proven to be so eager and willing online that I decided to give him a chance. I got him to set up a cheap motel room for us. 

I made sure I showed up late. I wanted him to be waiting and worrying and uncertain. I knocked on the door and he was right there to open it for me, breathless. I had seen so many photos and videos of him, but this was the first time I got to see him move live in front of me. The first time I could hear his breathing and his heartbeat. I already had so many videos of him masturbating and cumming for me, naked in the shower, playing with his ass, begging for me. All for me. I had made it very clear what I would do to him should we ever meet. He wanted to see me. Badly. 

He was beautiful. Even taller than me at six feet plus heels. Long blonde hair pulled back. So young. More than ten years my junior. Freshly shaved, and in a robe as I had requested. I knew he would be naked and clean underneath for me. 

He just stood there looking at me, taking me all in. I could feel his aching. And his nervousness.

“Hello, pet.”

Very quietly: “Mistress.” A slight bow. 

I walked in past him and checked out the room. Made sure the windows were secure. Blinds closed. Closed and locked the door. Tossed my heavy bag on the floor, and sat on the bed, fully clothed with my coat still on. He just stood there, waiting for me to command him. What a good pet. 

“Take off your robe, pet.” I could speak in the lowest of whispers and he would hear me. He dropped his robe. He was so long and lean and pale and gorgeous. The low light in the room cast small shadows under his ribs. He had his head bowed, but watched me intently as I licked my lips. His cock stood out hard and straight for me. He looked down at his stiff cock and went beet red, embarrassed. 

“Come to me.”

His naked body inches from my face. He smelled wonderful and clean. I ran my fingers over his chest, his arms, his thighs. His skin was all goose bumps. Stumbling breaths from him. Shaking a little. 

“Are you cold, pet.” Not so much a question. I already knew.

“No… I am just…. nervous. Mistress. I am sorry.” Choosing his words carefully. 

“No need to be nervous. I will take good care of you.” Stroking his cool bare skin as I spoke. Such a beautiful willing machine for me.  “I will not break you hard. I will be gentle with you, slave. This time.”  

I made him turn around so I could run my hands down his back and ass. Squeezed his skin. Brought him back around so his cock was right in front of my wet mouth.  I could feel a buzz of electricity in the air, hot. A sort of low buzz in my ears. 

I ran my fingers around his crotch, not touching his cock. He let out a soft moan. I looked up and saw his eyes were closed. 

“Watch me, pet. You must watch.” His eyes snapped open and stared into mine. He let out a deep breath. I knew exactly what my eyes looked like to him. Totally black, like deep holes. “And you must remember to breathe, my sweet. Breathe.” I smiled up at him. His nervousness broke a little and he smiled back.  His shoulders dropped an inch or two. 

“I will not use my knives on you this time, slave. Never the first time.  No shocking either.” He nodded. “And nothing to dull your sensations or knock you out.  Just relax for me.” I did not want him drunk or doped-up for this first encounter. I wanted him to feel and remember every single thing. 

I dragged my nails along his shaft, gently. Got my mouth very close and let out deep warm breaths. Squeezed his balls. Reached around and squeezed his ass, with my lips just out of reach of his hard cock. He had to look away, but then his gaze would come back to me. His cock bounced and flexed. 

I massaged his hip bones with my hands. Ran my thumbs over his hips. He was twitching under my skin. “Would you like to see me naked, my slave?”

“Oh…. yes. Yes, yes, Mistress.” Blinking. He did not expect that. 

I got up and took off my coat. I bent down and rummaged around in my bag on the floor for a moment. Pulled out an old dog collar and leash. Walked over to him and buckled the collar around his neck. Attached the leash to it. Let the leash dangle down his back, against his ass. Then I calmly undressed with my back to him. I could feel his eyes burning into me. I took my time. Slid off my top, slowly. Then my bra, my skirt. Kicked off my stiletto heels. Bent over low as I rolled off my stockings. I pulled my bag up close against the side of the bed, then lay down naked on top of the comforter. 

“Come here.”

He came and stood close to me, next to the bed, his eyes wandering over my naked skin. I spread my legs and let one hand wander down to my wet pussy, to tease him.  His eyes followed my fingers.  

“Climb on top of me, slave. Let me taste your mouth,” I purred. 

He gingerly kneeled between my legs, resting his cock on my pubic bone. Unsure of himself. He never expected to see me naked, let alone be able to touch me. He leaned forward onto me until his face was nose to nose with mine.  I could feel his heart pumping fast against my chest. It sounded like the heart of a tiny mouse, racing. His cock was a rock against me. I knew he wanted to speak, he wanted instructions, he wanted to say so many things to me. But he knew the rules. He stayed quiet, if eager. 

I pressed my lips against him and inhaled his scent. He smelled so good, tasted so good. I put my hands on either side of his head as I forced my tongue into his mouth. I slid my thumbs over his eyes to keep them closed. I never closed my eyes. I wanted to watch him move. He let out a whimper, and his whole body was goose bumps again. I released him and made him look right into my eyes. 

“Use that tongue on my pussy, slave. You know what I want from you.” 

He shifted downwards, uncertain but eager, down between my legs until I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. He started lapping at me tenderly, like a good dog, long slow noisy strokes. I was so wet already. I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my ass to prop up my hips for him. 

“Do not be so afraid, slave. You cannot break me.”

He needed no more encouragement. He pushed his tongue into my pussy and moaned. I stroked his head with one hand. “Good pet,” I whispered. He was groaning and slurping and eating me hungrily. He probed me with his fingers and ran his tongue over my hard clit. I kept his leash tight, even as I arched my back.

I grabbed his hair and forced his head between my legs, hard. “Harder, bitch.” I purred at him. I rubbed his face into me and growled at him. I bucked my hips into him. He ground his tongue in deeper, pushed three then four fingers to the hilt inside me. I could feel his eyes watching my breasts bounce. He lapped at me and thrust his fingers and licked up my wetness. He was good. I let him enjoy himself while I lay back. I twitched and squirmed under his tongue. He fed off my energy, my moans. 

Then I sat up, abruptly. He looked up, his face wet, stunned. He looked around anxiously. “But… I didn’t get to make you cum.” Sad eyes. A pout.

I leaned forward and slapped him across the cheek, hard. A sharp slap. I knew it stung him more mentally than physically. He dropped his head, quickly, unable to look at me. 

“Shut up, bitch. Get on your knees.” I growled at him. 

Pause. 

“Do not make me tell you twice, you fucking whore. Do it now.”

He looked utterly confused and dejected, but did as I asked. Stayed quiet. 

At the foot of the bed, there was a large dresser, with a television on it on one side, and a huge mirror hanging just above the other side. Typical motel room setup. I got him to kneel on the bed, on all fours, facing the mirror.  I had wished the mirror was closer, but this was not my own room. Perhaps next time it would be. 

I reached into my bag and pulled out a bottle of lube. I got behind him and poured some lube down the crack of his ass. I knew it was cold. I stored it in the fridge. He shivered a little. I just let it drip down off of him onto the bed. 

“Relax, pet.” He became very still. Long deep breaths. “Watch me in the mirror. Don’t turn around.” His eyes followed me in the mirror as I got off the bed. Curious and afraid, and still smarting from the slap. 

I pulled out my black strap on dildo. I did not even have to look at him to know he was shivering again. He let out a small whimper.

“Ummm…. Mistress, I don’t know if I can… I mean… I don’t think….I never…” his words stumbled out.  But his body did not move. He could not bring himself to move. 

With the strap on in one hand, I walked over in front of him and grabbed his chin, pulling his head up so he could see right into my black eyes. He looked away quickly. I grabbed his chin harder and shook his head until he raised his eyes to me. Calmly: “You do not want to anger your Mistress. You have to give me everything.  You have no choice.”   Then I walked around to the side of the bed and fastened the strap on around my waist.  I could feel his eyes burning into me. It was quiet. I could hear his heartbeat, very loud. 

I got up on the bed and positioned myself behind him. He was motionless on his hands and knees. I poured lube down onto the shiny black strap on dildo, and massaged it with my hands.  It made lovely wet sloppy noises as I stroked it. I know he could hear it. He was listening, intently. 

I raised the bottle of lube high, and dripped it along his lower back and ass. He twitched a little as the cold drops hit and rolled along his skin. I put down the lube and massaged his ass, running my fingers down the crack of his ass. It was already making wet sloppy noises here too.  I spread his asscheeks a little with my fingers and ran one fingertip around his asshole.  “You like that, don’t you. You dirty slut.”

Quivering: “Oh god yes mistress.” He was breathing heavily now. I stroked his asshole with my thumb, over and over. Played with it for a while. He was letting out little moans, but stayed very still. Whimpering. 

I grabbed the hilt of the dildo with one hand and put my other hand on the small of his back. One word to him: “Relax.”  I pushed the tip against his asshole, gently. Eased the head of it into his ass. He was breathing very hard, but slowly. Let out a trembling moan. I wanted to ram the whole length of it into him at once, but I forced myself to be patient. It was his first time. Not mine. 

I worked the black dildo in a little further, and then slid it almost all the way out. He let out a loud groan. I dripped more lube down the crack of his ass. Pushed it in further, almost to the hilt. He was hanging his head and had a death grip on the edge of the bed with his hands. “Good pet, good pet, such a good fucking slut so tight for me,” I whispered. I wiggled it in all the way to the hilt and held it there for a moment while he caught his breath. I placed a hand on either of his hips. Put my palm down first with fingers splayed out, then squeezed hard for a solid grip. I slid the dildo out until I could see the shiny head of it, then thrust it back in again. Over and over. It was so glorious to watch it disappear deep in his ass. He was making these amazing noises, like he was in ecstasy and drowning and dying at the same time. He was almost crying. I could see my breasts bounce on either side of the dildo as I reamed his ass. 

I thrust in all the way and held it still for a moment. Reached far forward and grabbed his collar from the back. 

“Sit up straight, bitch. Let’s see that drippy cock of yours.”

I pulled him upright so that I could see his front, from his head to knees, in the mirror. He coughed and gagged as I lifted him up and back. Then his back was arched, twisted backwards, showing off the outline of his ribs. His purple cock stood out straight. 

“Shame on you. You love a cock rammed deep in your ass, don’t you? You filthy slut.” I shook the collar.  He let out a moan. I ran one hand along his sides, his ribs, his chest. I danced my fingers over him. 

“Look at you. You are a beautiful bitch,” I whispered. My mouth was right against his ear now. I softened my grip on his collar so he could breathe easier. His arms hung limply at his sides. I took one of his hands, gently, and placed it on his shaft. 

“You will stroke this gorgeous cock of yours for me.” I saw his fingers wrap around his shaft. I kept whispering in his ear, letting him feel my hot breath wash over him. “That’s it, pet, stroke it for me. Such a good slave that is so hard for his Mistress. Yessssss…..” His hand moved up and down his shaft, and he let out a long trembling moan.

“I will tell you when to cum, slave.” I put one hand around the front of his throat, and one hand on his hip. I slid the dildo out, and back in again. Pumped it in and out. He started making the drowning, dying noises again. His head rolled back against me. But his hand stayed on his cock, caressing it. 

I pulled his throat a little closer. “Watch me in the mirror, pet.” I ran my tongue along the curve of his neck. He watched me with half-open eyes, his head still tilted back against me. He looked drunk. I opened my mouth wide and brought it down just above his collar, on his skin, on a big neck muscle. And then I bit down. Hard.

His whole body tensed for a moment and shuddered. He let out a scream. Then he went totally limp, dropping his hand off his cock. I held tight. I knew the only thing holding him up was me. I kept my jaw down on his neck. I continued to pump his ass with the strap-on, to the hilt. Both of his arms were limp at his sides. His cock bounced and twitched. 

I released his neck and bit down again, harder. And again. And again. He was making gurgling noises now, and swaying a little. I tasted blood on my tongue. I felt it run down my lips. I bit harder. 

I knew he was so out of it that he did not notice the blood trickling down his neck, down along his chest. It looked so lovely in the mirror, running down his pale skin. I grabbed his neck a little higher with my hand, and shook him.

“Look what I have done to you, bitch.” I pushed back hard with the hand on his hip. He let out a series of long moans. I was smiling even as I had my teeth locked on his neck. He could not even fully open his eyes. 

“Stroke your cock now, pet. I want you to cum for me now.” He lazily raised his hand to his shaft and started to stroke again. His cock was shiny and purple in his grip. 

“Faster, bitch. Show your Mistress how you cum for her.” His hand moved faster, and I felt his ass flex against me. His breathing became more labored. I drove his ass deep and bounced my bare breasts off his back in a vicious rhythm. I pumped my strap-on into him harder and harder. 

“Cum for me now, slave, cum for me,” I hissed. 

He took in a final sharp breath and every muscle tensed. I had my mouth locked on his neck, my eyes watching him intently in the mirror. He came hard, shooting all over the dresser and floor. As I stroked inside his ass, he spurted and exploded, wave after wave. Then he twitched, shook, and slumped against me with a long, low groan.  

I took my hand off his neck and tenderly stroked his hair. “Well done, pet.” I kissed his head gently and smiled. He twitched again and remained leaning back against me. 



