Sadistic Denial

He slowly pulled his van into the parking space and glanced at the lit up building. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the keys away from the ignition and sat staring at the front door. Inside that building was someone he’d never met, but felt like he’d known for a very long time. And she was waiting for him.

He looked at the clock, remembering his instructions to meet her at the bar at 7pm. Don’t be late, she’d said, just before hanging up the phone to get herself ready. It was ten minutes to the hour. He took another breath and relaxed his head on the back of his seat.

Unnecessary as it was, he felt the same doubts and insecurities he’d struggled with his whole life. What if he was disappointed with her? What if she took one look at him and laughed at him for being so foolish to actually come and meet her. What if… she wasn’t there?

He shook his head, banishing the thoughts from his mind. In his thoughts, he spoke the familiar words he’d repeated many times over in his life. No, it’s going to happen. Everything’s going to turn out alright.

He checked his reflection and frowned. When he’d left, his hair had been neatly combed down the back of his head. But the wind had caught hold of him and pulled some strands wild. He tried to tuck them back in place and frowned again. Sighing, he shook his head and hoped the tussled appearance would seem natural and intended. Oh well, there was nothing more he could do about it now. She’d have to be happy with him for him, or she wasn’t worth the time.

He chuckled softly, realizing just how contradictory that statement was to the fears he hadn’t quite put from his mind. Small shadows dancing in the back of his memory, slowly trying to ease their way back into view.

He grabbed his wallet, smoothed his shirt straight and opened the car door. Stepping onto the pavement, he sighed again and wondered if he should have worn something else. An old dog grooming saying came back to him. "If you search for perfection, the dog’ll go bald." A smile traced his lips and he closed the door. The alarm beeped and his keys were quickly dropped into his pocket.

Checking his posture, he tried to appear confident as he made his way to the front door. The place was somewhat crowded as he puhed his way towards the bar. His stomach turned in circles as he searched the strange faces for one that he’d know. A shiver crept down his spine as his eyes took another glance.

Biting his lip and forcing his body to relax, his mind raced. Surely she’s just running late. He quickly fumbled in his pocket for his phone. No, he hadn’t missed her call. Well, maybe he should call her?

“Hello pet,” her voice rang behind him, making his body jump. He turned to see her smiling at him, her deep eyes penetrating his through the dim light.

“Hello Maam,” he shyly replied. “I was just looking for you.”

“Yes, I saw that. Come, I have a booth over here.” She placed her hand at the small of his back and guided him across the room.

He was grateful for her touch as he was puhed through the throng of people. The drum of inconsistent conversations filled his ears and he tried to drown out the drunken laughter that seemed to be at the center of it all.

She led him towards the back where a booth was tucked away from the main crowd. It was a little quieter here, he noticed, as he took a seat on one of the benches. He smiled shyly and reverted his eyes to the table as he sat down across from her.

“Would you like something to drink?” She asked, reaching across the table and extending her hand out to his. He slowly placed his palm against hers and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“No Maam,” he barely spoke, and glanced up to see if she’d even heard his reply in the drum of the crowd.

“No, I didn’t think you would. But still thought I’d offer.” Her smile was warm as she sat there watching him for a few minutes. Bringing her drink to her lips, she couldn’t help but notice how he looked like he was ready to sink back into the shadows and disappear. “Are you regretting you came?”

“No Maam,” he smiled and finally met her eyes. “I just don’t like places like this.”

She laughed softly and leaned back against the booth. “You should have said something, pet. We could have met somewhere else.”

“It’s ok. I’m here.” He smiled shyly again and went back to studying the lines of the table with his eyes.

“You know you’re safe with me, don’t you boy?”

Glancing up again, he smiled and his eyes locked with hers. “Yes Maam. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have come.”

“Good. I suppose asking if you want to dance is out of the question?” Her voice held a tone of mischief as she watched him look towards the dance floor and blush.

“I’d rather not,” he replied, folding his hands in his lap and fumbling with his fingers.

“I thought this would be a relaxing place to meet,” she chuckled. “But you don’t look relaxed at all. Let’s get out of here.” She slid out of the booth and reached her hand out to instruct him to his feet.

Lightly placing his fingers on her hand, he let her guide him out the door. Once outside, she took a deep breath and stared towards the mountains. A soft breeze caressed her skin, making her skirt swirl around her as they just stood there for a few moments. Feeling his eyes on her, she looked towards him, causing him to quickly avert his eyes to the ground and bluhed.

“Where did you park,” she asked, trying to hide another laugh. He was indeed shy and timid.

“Over there,” he nodded his head towards his car, and started to fish his keys out of his pocket.

“I’m just over on the other side of you. I’ll walk you to your car, then you can just follow me to my Hotel. Unless you’d like to go somewhere else?” She raised her brow and watched him carefully.

He looked at his car, then turned his eyes back towards the mountains where the sun would be setting soon. Taking a deep breath, he smiled and met her eyes. “It’s going to be dark soon. I don’t like to drive when I don't know where I'm at after dark.”

“To my Hotel it is then,” she whisked her arm around his waist and gave him a nudge towards his car.

He focused on her touch as they walked. His mind went wandering off on it’s own, wondering what it’d feel like to have her arms wrapped tightly around him. He shook off the thought, feeling a tingle in his spine and fumbled with his keys. Pushing the button, he heard his doors unlock as they approached.

“How far is it,” he quietly asked, dropping himself into the drivers seat. He refused to look at her, afraid she’d see what he’d been thinking. He looked around the steering wheel inserted his key, then reached up for his seatbelt.

She waited until he had settled himself in his seat and was sitting still staring out the window before answering. She smiled to herself, and wondered what was actually going through his mind. “Not far. Just a few blocks. Go out on this street, take a left. Go to the next light and take a right. It’ll be on the right side.”

Her hand bruhed on his arm quickly before she closed his door for his. He was starting to blush again and she smiled. He was definitely shy, but she couldn’t help but wonder if that’d be true once they got into her quiet room. Maybe she'd have him give her a massage once they arrived to get him to relax and be more receptive.

Thoughts of herself laying naked on the bed with his hands gliding over her skin made her body respond, so she quickly changed her thinking to digging her keys our of her purse and getting into her own car. When she checked her mirror, she noticed that he’d driven around and was waiting behind her to follow her out of the lot.

Laughing, she shook her head and started the engine. There wasn’t much traffic, so it wasn’t long before they were both parking in the lot of the Hotel. He sat quietly in his car, waiting for her to come around direct him to the direction of her room. He bluhed as he opened the side door and pulled out two bags, followed by a backpack that was slung across his back.

“Are you staying for the weekend, or for the week,” she teased.

He glanced at the straps on his shoulder, grabbed up the other two bags, then bluhed once more. Nervously, he closed the door. The familiar alarm beeped and he tucked his keys away before turning to follow her to her room. “You said bring what I needed, and what I might want” he finally spoke.

“Yes I did,” she replied evenly, wondering what was in the bags he was now trying to balance, and pretending they weren't causing any difficulty for him.

She led him across the parking lot and held the door open for him to pass through. Once again, placing her hand at the small of his back, she walked him across the main room and down a hallway. Towards the end, she turned to a door and pulled a keycard out of her pocket. The light turned green, and with a click, the door was opened.

He slowly stepped inside and looked around. The room was tidy enough. A dresser was against one wall, and across from it was a large well-made bed. Lamps were on end tables on either side of the bed, and tucked away in the corner was a small table and chair. Next to the main entrance door was another door leading into the bathroom, and across it was a small closet.

She bruhed past him and went to the table where she dropped the contents of her pockets and purse. She glanced back at him, and saw that he was fumbling in the closet to hang up a jacket he hadn’t noticed he even had. He placed the backpack on the bed and saw her smile in his direction. The other bags were left on the floor, near the foot of the bed.

Settling herself on the bed, she leaned back against the headboard and opened her arms to him. “Come sit down and relax,” she smiled. “Unless of course you’d rather just get naked and kneel on the floor right now?”

His eyes shot up to hers quickly, then darted down to the floor. He bit his lip and blushed, trying to think of something to say. Of course she was kidding, but the comment had done what it was intended to do.

She laughed and tapped the bed beside her. “I’m kidding pet,” she chuckled. She watched him crawl onto the bed, and wondered how he was able to actually crawl up to the headboard without tripping over his clumbsy knees. Once he was sitting beside her, she carefully draped her arm over his shoulder and gave him a soft squeeze.

He sighed and relaxed against her, resting his head on her shoulder. “So what do you usually do to entertain yourself when you’re on these business trips?” He was grasping for a safe topic to talk to him about; anything that wouldn’t make him blush again.

“You mean besides seduce cute little slaves into spending the weekend in my hotel room?” She laughed and dodged his halfhearted attempt to smack her. Grabbing his hand, she brought it up to her lips and softly kissed his wrist. “Careful boy, or I’ll have to punish you for not behaving.”

He pulled his hand away and bluhed again, keeping his eyes focused on the bed. His skin tingled where she’d kissed him and he had to force his mind to not think about where else she could be kissing.

“It’s not nice to tease a starving man,” he whispered, hoping his voice didn’t show the shiver that was crawling up his spine.

“No, I guess it’s not,” she softly replied, placing her finger under his chin and lifting his face so that his eyes met hers. “I won’t harm you pet,” she whispered, then gently kissed his forehead. Pulling him close against her, she wrapped her arms around him and cupped her hand on the back of his head, gently stroking his hair.

He sighed and shifted into her, snuggling his face against her chest. “Now this feels nice,” he commented, wrapping his arms so he could hold onto her.

“It does, doesn’t it?” She gave him a gentle squeeze and felt him moan into her. “I’m glad you came.”

“Me too,” he sighed.

She's gently took his hand in hers, and kissed at his finger tips, then the inside of his palm. He released a sigh and inhaled deeply. Her kisses turned into small nibbles as her mouth traveled down to his wrist. Grinning, she could feel him trying not to squirm in her arms.

Without saying a word, her soft grasp on his arm became a firm grip and she quickly altered her position so that he was forced to lay on the bed with her body straddling his. Her mouth lunged down quickly onto his neck, biting and preying upon his flesh.

He groaned and shifted beneath her, surprised and unsure what to do, but unable to force himself to stop her sudden advances. Feeling her hands taking hold of his wrists, and forcing them to the bed above his head, his thoughts began to swirl around him. "Please Maam," he gasped.

"Please what, boy?" She hissed back, between nibbles.

"I... Oh god, please. I don't know. Just please Maam," he stammered. "Please don't stop."

She laughed wickedly, and brought her eyes up to look into his own. "You say that now, boy," she taunted. Then, without any warning, her hands came to his chest and took hold of his shirt. Pulling hard and fast, she tore it open, sending buttons flying in several directions.

He jerked in surprise and tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down on the bed. One hand pushed firmly on his bare chest, and the other reached behind her and found the bulging cock trying to protrude out of his pants. Giving it a firm squeeze through the fabric, she grined and reached both her hands up to find his wrists once more, only to slam them both back down on the bed above his head.

"Don't move boy," she commanded, glaring down at him.

Breathing hard, and still in shock from the suddenness of her actions, he laid panting on the bed staring at her. His eyes followed her as she quickly moved over to the dresser, retrieved something from the top drawer, then came back over and straddled his hips.

Cuffs. Thick black leather, and she was now fastening them around his wrists. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. Part of him wanted to protest, and he told himself to pull his hands back, but the message wasn't getting through from his brain to his body. Before he knew it, his arms were being securely bound to the bedposts, and tested for duribility.

Once satisfied, she began tugging off his pants. He started to mumble modest protests, so she went back to her dresser, and pulled out a black gag that resembled a small dildo attached to a headband and a red ballgag. She held them both up, considered them both as if weighing their merits, then decided on the black one with a grin.

Walking back over to the bed, she tried to put the silicon penis shape into his mouth, and he turned away from it, his eyes growing wide. She wasn't deterred by his response. Calmly, she straddled his waist and grabbed hold of his neck just beneath his chin tightly with her free hand.

"You will not win this boy," she stared him in the eyes, her fingers tightening on his throat.

He tried to swallow around her grasp, but the effort was futile. And while she was not choking him completely, he found that breathing was heavy and labored. "Please Maam," he tried to beg.

"Open," she commanded.

He whimpered and eyed the gag nervously. The last thing he wanted was that thing in his mouth. Aside from the idea of having something shaped like a cock in his mouth, he was nervous that he'd choke on it. Not to mention, he wasn't overly sure about the concept of being unable to say stop if he wanted to. He was already bound. Now, he really would be helplessly at her mercy.

She tightened her hand even more, this time momentarily restricting his breathing completely. His eyes darted from her face, to the gag and back. Hesitantly, he began to open his mouth slighly. It was enough.

Without letting go of his neck, she used her other hand to shove the gag past his lips and into the depths of his mouth. He tried to force it out with his tongue, but she held his head still with her hand on his throat. Applying pressure with her other hand, she kept the gag in place until he stopped struggling against it and she was able to release her hold on him and buckle the straps securely around his head.

"There now," she crooned. "That wasn't so bad. Was it?" She patted his cheek, then stood up off the bed and began rumaging through the bags he'd brought with him.

She started with the backpack on the bed, and was bored with it quickly when all she could find was clothes and toiletries. Tossing it aside in a chair, she kneeled down on the floor and dug into the other two bags. Her eyes lit up after unzipping the first one and finding a variety of floggers, paddles, a crop and what she assumed was a homemade version of a spreader bar.

The next bag was just as enjoyable to go through, especially since it caused him to blush from head to toe. She brought it up on the bed beside him and laid each one of the sex toys on the bed after examining it, just to amplify his embarasment.

"Do you like this one boy?" She would tease, holding up a particular plug or vibrator and tracing a line with it from his throat, down his bare chest, and ending at his pants zipper. All he could do was whimper or mumble incoherantly through the gag, as he squirmed on the bed.

After examining the bags contents, she put all the toys back inside, and placed it on the floor beside the bed within easy reach. Then, she turned her full attention onto him.

Wasting no time, she jerked off his shoes, then unfastened his pants and pulled them off with practiced ease. His eyes grew large as he was left completely exposed to her probing stare. And she did take her time looking him over.

He felt betrayed by his own body as it stood completely erect, glistening with pre-cum. His pulse was racing and he kept hoping that she wouldn't be able to tell how badly he felt like his head was going to spin off.

After what seemed like several minutes, she picked up the spreader bar and attached it to his ankles. He was confused as to why she would do that. Why not just tie his ankles to the bottom bedposts? But he was unable to say anything with the gag in his mouth.

She then reached into the bag beside the bed, and retrieved an anal bead wand. Putting some lubrication onto it, she reached between his thighs, and her skilled hands sought out the entrance to his ass. He inhaled sharply as she inserted it, and thrust it inside deeply, then pulled it almost completely out, just to push it back into his ass and let it rest there.

He rocked his hips, moaning and squirming on the bed. He wanted to clench his thighs together, but the spreader bar prevented him from doing so. She grinned at him, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.

Leaving the wand sitting in his ass, she went over to her dresser drawer. This time, pulling out a pair of nipple clamps. He shook his head frantically, only making her smile wider.

She straddled him again, ensuring that his cock would be rubbing against the backside of her ass as she shifted and moved on him. She flicked and pinched at his nipples, making them stand erect against his chest. He whimpered and grimaced, trying to will himself away from her torment, but unable to move.

The first clamp didn't hurt too bad. He relaxed a little, somewhat relieved. She followed the chain with his hand and took hold of the second clamp. By the time she had it between her fingers and was getting ready to place it onto his other nipple, the sensation of the first was finally intensifying beyond his tolerance. He tried to jerk away, not wanting her to put the second one on. She laughed, and clipped it on anyway.

Testing the clamps, and making sure they weren't going to fall off, she gave the chain a small tug. He gave a small cry from behind his gag. His hands jerked on the cuffs restraining him to the bed. This only seemed to add to her amusement.

Once more, she removed herself from off him and gave a satisfied nod. Then, she got some rope out of her drawer and attached one end of it to the center of the nipple clamp's chain. She looped the rope up through the headboard of the bed, and then brought it back down and grabbed up the spreader bar attached to his ankles.

Giving him a devious wink, she pulled the rope tight and secured it to the spreader bar so that if he brought his legs down, it would pull on the chain and pull on the nipple clamps that were already being stretched tight.

Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she applied pressure to the bar and brought it down towards his cock. Putting him in a painfully precarious position, she was tying the rope around his balls.

He was left having to choose. Torture on his nipples, or torture on his balls. And all he could do was whimper and beg behind that pathetic cock gag she'd shoved into his mouth.

She laughed, standing back to admire her work as he trembled and shifted back and forth between having his nipples stretched painfully tight and having his balls turning red in their rope coiled agony.

And while he struggled, she slowly undressed and stretched out beside him on the bed. "Mmm," she moaned. "Yes boy. Struggle against it." Her hand reached down and stroked his cock for a few minutes before her fingers made their way to her own body.

She found the depths of her wet pussy, hot and ready. Rubbing her clit, she closed her eyes and sighed. Her fingers moved in and out, and first just her two middle fingers. He could hear how wet she was with each stroke. She arched against him on the bed, as she played with herself and watched him.

As her need mounted, she inserted four fingers and began to pump hard. Rocking her hips with the movement, she groaned and bit her lower lip. Her eyes met his, seeing his suffering. She grinned and pushed out a leg to force his spreader bar up. He cried out, and she moaned, shaping her fist and pushing it into the depths of her hot, wet pussy.

"Oh god, yes," she gasped. Her free hand reached down and ribbed her clit as she laid there fisting herself. He was forced to listen, and to watch, as he was bound in pain and suffering. All for her pleasure.

Moaning louder, she arched her back and her body spasmed. He could feel the moisture of her as she came hard beside him. Little groans still escaping, she rolled over towards him and wiped her soaking wet hands all over his body.

To his surprise, his cock was rock hard, listening to her fuck herself and orgasm like that. He didn't care that he was hurting. He wanted her to do it some more. He hoped she'd do more.

She reached over and stroked his cock, squeezing it as it stook rock hard and chuckled. "Mmm," she finally sighed. "I'm exhausted. I think it's time for a nap."

A nap?! He tried to protest, but was still completely helpless and at her mercy. And as she rolled over and pushed her back up against him, leaving him bound in his current predicament, the only thing he could do was hope that when she woke up, she'd take pity on him.

Slave's Lesson

He'd annoyed me this week. The continual phone calls, reguardless of how many times  I told him I had better things to do than sit on the phone and talk to him all day.  And with each call, he would ask me what he could do for me, to please me. It was  really quite pathetic. I could tell him anything, knowing full well that he'd only  whine about it, or try to give me excuses as to how humiliating it would be for him  to do, or worse... excuses and pleas for me to give him another task. And all that  would be assuming he'd remember to do it in the first place!

So by the time he was kneeling before me, my patients had all but run out. Those  brown eyes couldn't even manage to meet mine, as I glared down at him, my fingers  tangled tightly in his hair, forcing his head back to meet his gaze.

Cowering and sniveling attempts to beg for forgiveness had already been silenced  with a tightly buckled ball gag. His hands were cuffed securely behind his back,  and the collar he now wore was fastened a bit too snug for his comfort. The cuffs I  placed around his ankles were latched to his wrists, making it impossible for him  to rise from his kneeling position. To say the least, he was right where I wanted  him.

Kicking at the inside of his thighs with the points of my boots, I forced his knees  to spread as wide as he could manage. Keeping his face held to my gaze, I leaned  forward so he could feel my hot breath on his lips.

"I warned you slave," I hissed. "Not to displease me."

Releasing his hair at last, I made my way over to where my whips hung within easy  grasp. Taking hold of a short black one, I slipped my hand through the wrist loop  and allowed it to dangle. Then, I reached to the back of my hanging rack, and  pulled out a small bar and a short length of rope.

Returning to him, I bent down and secured the bar between his knees to keep them  from closing. Taking the whip hanging from my grasp, I took hold of the small  golden colored serpent handle and eyed him carefully. His breathing was somewhat  shallow, nervous at the sight of my whip and the knowledge of his precarious  situation.

I'm told I have quite a wicked little laugh when someone's caught mercilessly in my  web. And even though I was not in the least bit happy with this slave boy, I was  indeed going to enjoy reminding him of his place and not to test me again.

In one quick motion, with ease and perfect control, my whip came down across the  inside of his thigh. Before his first whimpering cry released behind his gag, the  red welt was alreading rising from his skin. He shook from the sting, and as he was  spasming from the pain, my little lash was already in motion for another strike.  This time, the mark landed further up the inside of his leg, hitting an even more  tender mark.

He tried to jerk away and fell over backwards. This only opened his body up to my  whip even more.


With an amused smile, I watched his eyes clench tight and listened to his cries. I  could make out the muffled begs for me to stop; I ignored them, but paused for a  few moments to listen to him and softly laughed. Then, my whip began to move again.  One thigh, then the other, creeping ever closer to his cock - the one he'd begged  me only hours earlier to be allowed to stroke and cum.

It was no longer hard. He was no longer begging for release. One more stripe  higher, and I'd be whipping it. His cries had turned to screams at this point as he  laid helpless on the floor, bound at my mercy.

Rather than take my whip to his cock, I returned it to my rack, and picked up one  of my canes. I heard him groan and laughed again. I gave it a few test swipes  through the air. The sound was loud enough for him to hear, and his begging began  before I even approached him with the offending implement.

I began to taunt him with the tip, poking at him with it where his whelts were the  brightest, just to watch him squirm and hear his little whimpers. Then, taking a  proper hold of it, I gently tapped it against the inside of one of his thighs  several times.

"What's the matter boy?" I teased. "You don't like this one? But I do."

Without warning, I flicked the cane back and allowed it to slapped quickly against  his flesh. His body shuddered against his restraints and he released a howl behind  the gag.

I walked around to stand on the other side of him, softly tapping the cane on the  inside of his opposite thigh. Watching the whelt rise from where I had just struck  him, I grinned. With each gentle tap, his leg twitched.

"Maybe from now on, you'll listen to me?"

His head nodded frantically, trying to communicate with me. His eyes kept darting  back and forth between me and the cane in my hand.

"When I tell you something, I really expect you to listen to me slave." I chimed  sweetly, dragging the point of the cane up and down his thigh before resuming my  tapping.

Again, he nodded and mumbled what sounded like his poor attempt at a yes Mistress.  The desperate undertone was quite amusing.

"I really don't like repeating myself, boy." I said calmly, almost sighing.

Another mumbled attempt at a yes Mistress came from behind the gag, and his body  began to relax.

I tapped the cane a few more times, then allowed it to rest on the inside of his  thigh for a moment and stared down at him.

"Have you learned your lesson slave?"

He nodded his head and mumbled his yes Mistress reply again.

"No, I really don't think you have," I answered softly. Then quickly swung the cane  and felt it crack down against his skin.

His agony rang out and he would have rolled on the floor had it not been for my  boot quickly coming down on his chest, the sharp heel pinning him in place.

"But you will," I finished saying, once his scream quieted down into a sob. Then I  replaced my cane and retrieved a small box from one of my shelves.

Opening it, I pulled out a carefully wrapped object and began removing it's  protective clothe. He eyed it suspiciously at first, then began trying to cringe  away.

Grabbing the bar between his knees, I rolled him towards me and grabbed him by the  collar. Glaring at him, I forced him to be still as I began to fit the object to  his cock and balls.

From the outside, it didn't seem like anything special. Just a fabric harness that  cupped the sack, and wrapped around an full inch of the base of the cock. But the  inside was another matter entirely as it was fitted with sharp points, much like  thorns. They jabbed, poked and scratched with every move. And as it was being  fitted tightly while he was soft and placid, if he were to become aroused, the  points would most certainly do more than scratch!

Once I had it the harness secured in place, I gave it a nice slap and laughed at  his groans. I released his ankle cuffs and commanded him to rise.

After a few fumbled attempts, he was on his feet and mumbling his begs and pleas  for mercy and what I can only assume were that he'd be good from now on, and he'd  learned his lesson.

Taking a leash, I secured his collar to the chains hanging from my ceiling, keeping  his hands bound behind his back. Then, I retrieved the items I wanted from behind  my whip rack.

First, I put clamps on his nipples. Next, I tied a rope around his balls and pulled  it down tightly towards the bar that was still secured between his knees. Keeping  the tension tight, I tied it in place. This also put strain on the harness, forcing  the thorns to press into his soft flesh.

Next was his cock. I wrapped the end with a rubber band tightly. Then I wrapped it  with some twine, and secured a weight to it and let it dangle and swing with every  movement he made.

Finally, I moved around behind him and using a very large anal plug, I began to  force his ass open with it. Putting my foot through the bar between his knees, it  became difficult for him to move away from me as I thrust the plug deeper, until he  was forced to take it all.

By the time I was finished, the tip of his cock was swollen and tender. I grabbed  the string by which the weight dangled, and pulled on it like a leash. picking up a  nearby candle, I allowed the liquid heat to drizzle freely onto his flesh.

His screams were music to my ears. I covered every part of his cock with the wax,  not just the tip, watching him tremble and cry out in pain. Continually pulling the  string I held tighter and tighter, I made sure the experience was a long enduring  experience.

Finished, I replaced the candle and dropped the string, allowing the weight to  free-fall back in place. Then, I retrieved my cane and began taking aim at his cock  level.

He twisted and whimpered, desperately trying to get away from me. I grinned and  took my first strike. He yelped and as the first mark began to show, I grabbed hold  of the link on his collar and forced him to face his front to me. The weight  dangled and knocked against his legs as I used the cane to knock the wax off his  cock and leave one stripe after another.

The more he jerked and tried to resist, the harder I swung my cane. At last, the  the wax had all fallen to the floor and his cock was one massive swollen whelt.  Tears flowed freely from his eyes. All mumbles of protest had been replaced with  moans of agonizing defeat.

Reserved to his torment, he stood limply before me as I finally removed the weight  and rubber band from his cock and examined my handy work. His eyes completely  averted mine, even when I drug my nail down the legth of his red, hot beaten cock.

I eyed him up and down, then released the collar from around his neck. I walked  around behind him and undid the cuffs on his wrists as well. He stood motionless  with his hands hanging limply at his sides.

"Good boy," I said casually, as if we'd been having an everyday conversation. It  didn't take long for me to remove the rest of his bindings and equipment. He numbly  cooperated, and didn't say a word. I didn't ask for one. The only thing remaining  when I was finished was the plug.

"Now," I said motioning to the mess. "Clean all this up properly, and put it all  away."

"Yes Mistress," he answered, exhausted.

I turned and went up the stairs to make something to drink. When I returned, most  of it had already been rubbed down or sanitized and he was in the process of  hanging it up in its rightful place.

He glanced at me, nodded his greeting and returned to his work. I sat down on my  lounger and watched him. He wasn't trying to chat my ear off. He was simply doing  what he had been told to do, as he was supposed to be doing. Good. Maybe there was  hope for him yet.

Mistress Minx

     


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Why are these pictures here?? Well, I couldn't sleep one night, and my brain was in the mood to write, but I was lacking the right inspiration. So... me being me, I hopped on over to one of my favorite sites to cruise, Babeland, and here's what I found.


Who doesn't love a good strap-on harness? The only problem I have with them is, they tend to LOOK aweful! I ran across this one, which inspired the name of this particular story, the Minx, and immediately loved it not only for it's design function (the dildo attaches lower so it actually stimulates the clit!), but also because it actually looks seductive! From the front to the back! 



And while I was looking for inspiration, I saw these nifty little cock rings, and noticed that not only do they function to maintain erection, but they also have a nice little teardrop point that creates extra stimulation. How delightfully fun! 


But I wasn't finished, because then I found this Sliquid that's not only flavored but they're also donating 10% of the sales for this particular item to Breast Cancer. Not only do you get the benefit of a good smelling lube that doesn't have a bad taste if you accidentally get it from fingers to mouth, but you get to support something I'm actually very pro-active about supporting! Unfortunately, they only do the donating for the pink lemonade one, but I think I can survive with it! 


At any rate, inspiration in hand, here's what came of it! Hope you enjoy!

Mistress Mink

Walking down the stairs, you felt a shiver course up your spine. The dimly lit room did nothing to sooth your nerves, and the woman at the landing motioned for you to step into her lair. Her knowing smile only added to your discomfort as you stepped further into the room.


You knew from her pictures that she had an assortment of whips, floggers, paddles and other various implements to go along with the varied services she offered, but seeing them now in person made you feel like a naive child.


"Would you care to make yourself more comfortable?" Her question came from behind you as you eyed the chains hanging from her ceiling. You turned to answer, but she was already retreating up the stairs to give you a few minutes to yourself.


Fumbling nervously, you removed your clothes, and hung them on the bare hooks you passed at the bottom of the steps, before resuming your exploration of the items laid out around the room. You had just picked up a pinwheel when you heard her footsteps returning.


"You're going to love how that feels over your freshly whipped hide," she laughed wickedly. "Or, at least, I know I will!"


Picking up a leather cuff and allowing it to dangle precariously on her manicured finger, and glancing at the chains danging from her ceiling, she asked "Shall we begin?"


Taking a shuddering breath, all you could do was nod and whisper a faint "Yes Mistress."


Her boots echoed on the floor as she closed the short distance between the two of you and managed to buckle the wrist cuffs to both your hands without any effort. Before you could even protest, she had produced a large ball gag, and had it secured tightly in place as well. She took a step back to admire your gaping mouth for a moment and nodded her approval.


Your hand instinctively reached up to feel the ball was slapped away with a sneer. Rubbing the sting you watched helplessly as Mistress Minx inspected her equipment for the item she was looking for, before turning her attention back over to you. Looking you up and down carefully, as if taking measurements, she then took you by the hand and moved you over towards the chains hanging from her ceiling. 


It wasn't long before your hands were reaching high above your head, secured tightly without any give. Within a few more minutes, you found your legs being forced apart and locked in place as well by a thin, but effective bar that was shackled not only from ankle to ankle, but bolted to the floor to complete your immobilization. 


Working silently, she walked back over to the chest and  selected a blue triangular object with a round hole in the center of it. After applying some lubrication to it, she casually walked back over to where you were strung out, completely open and vulnerable for her, and looked up to meet your gaze. 


You could see the amusement and mirth dancing in her green eyes. "I warned you boy," she teased. "I told you on the phone that I would string you up, and do exactly as I pleased with you. Did you think I was joking?" She purred, almost as if she were talking to a lover. 


In one hand, she held the strange object, and  the other hand began fondling and stroking your cock until it began to come to life. Struggling behind the gag, you could almost groan. Then, both hands were toying with you, and you could feel the center of the hole slide over your shaft, and back off again. On and off, up and down, making you grown harder, until your cock was finally standing hard and erect in front of her. 


She softly laughed, sliding the toy all the way down the full length of your cock, making sure the point was facing down towards your balls, pushing it further down, until it was all the way at the base. Then, mercilessly, she grabbed your cock hard and stretched the toy, squeezing your balls firmly. Then, with a biting slap, she let it fall back behind them so that it rested in place around both your throbbing stiff cock and your now aching balls. 


You tried to protest, but the gag in your mouth, and your tight restraints prevented you from doing anything but enduring this latest torment. What was worse was her wicked laugh and evil smile warned you that this was only beginning. 


Pleased that the cock ring was now in place, she flicked at your cock a few times before dragging her nails across your chest, leaving hot trails in their wake. With every jerk, every wiggle, she only laughed. 


"Now," she whispered. "Let's have some real fun. Shall we?"


Stepped behind you, out of view, she began to make some rustling sounds. From the soft whoosh that hit the floor, you could only assume that the skirt she'd been wearing was now laying at her feet. As her nails dug into the side of your hip, arching your ass towards her, and something jabbed you from behind, your suspicions were confirmed rather quickly.


It was only a matter of moments before your ass was being parted to give way to a large strap-on, and she was now the one with the cock being stroked! 


There was nothing for it. No way to stop it. Her cock was sliding in and out of you hard and fast, and there was nothing you could do but take it. Deeper. Your whimpers and groans went unheard and unanswered. Until finally, there was nothing left but to close your eyes and completely surrender yourself to it.


And then, you felt her hand reach around and grab your own cock. You could feel her fingers stroking and milking you. Sliding up and down, as if guiding you to an orgasm as her hips thrust and grind behind you. You could feel the need to cum. You wanted to explode, but the cock ring wrapped around your cock and balls wouldn't let you. The pressure just kept building. 


Her cock kept thrusting in and out of your ass, matching her hand stroking your cock, pulse for pulse. Moving and grinding. Up and down. Squeezing you harder and faster, then letting you go, and putting her hands back on your hips and forcing you back onto her cock and just holding it there.


She began to laugh, knowing how badly your need is, and ever so slowly pulls out of you... in, by agonizing in, making sure you feel every bit of her.


"Now boy," she teases. "I'm going to let you down off those chains. But you don't get to cum. You haven't..." She moved around to look you in the eye. "Earned it. Yet."


She very slowly begins to remove the shackles from your ankles, making sure to bounce around your hard cock as she passes. Then stands up to release your hands. Once that's finished, she unbuckles she gag, then swiftly grabs you by your neck.


"Now boy," she forces you to your knees, so that the strap-on she just fucked you with is nearly at eye level. "do you want to cum?"


"Yes Mistress," you beg. "Please Mistress."


"Unstrap me."


"Yes Mistress." You fumble with the lacing and buckles of the strap-on, but you're so desperate, you'll do anything to please her. 


"Good boy. Now, clean me off." She stands with her legs spread so that you can get your face between them.


Eager to please, and excited to be able to taste her, you don't hesitate. You press your face deep to her pussy and begin to lick and suckle at her pussy and click. Anything to please her. Anything to get to cum. She begins to moan.


"You taste good Mistress," you mumble between licks. "Taste like lemons."


She laughs. "It's my lubrication boy."


"Mmmm, I like it," you moan, hungry for more. 


She grabs you by the hair, and jerks your hair back. "I said clean me off, boy! Not devour me!"


"I'm sorry Mistress. I'm sorry."


"Take off the cock ring."


You try to take off the cock ring, but it's slippery and you're so hard that it doesn't want to cum off. You look to Mistress Minx for aid, but her amused smile tells you she won't be any help. You keep pulling at the cock ring, but it slips again and keeps painfully slapping you. You can hear her laughing. Finally, you manage to get it removed and hand it over.


"Good boy. Now you may cum, but you see that bowl over there?" She points to a small pet bowl in the corner. "You will cum into that bowl. And when you're finished, boy, you will lick it all up. Do you hear me?"


"Yes Mistress," you reply uneasily. You slowly move towards the bowl, and are stopped abruptly.


Mistress Minx grabs you by the hair and forces you back down to your knees, hissing in your ear. "I did not tell you that you could get up boy!"


"No Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress!" You clumsily crawl over to the bowl and begin stroking your cock. You can feel her eyes on you, making you nervous, but at this point you have to cum so bad that it doesn't take long before wide fluid spills out of your cock and into the small dish.


You sit there for a few minutes, staring at it. You've never eaten cum before. You wonder what it's going to taste like, and you really don't want to, but you know you have to. You glance over towards Mistress Minx. By now she's watching you with a small black whip in her hand. You shiver, wondering what she'll do if you don't obey her. 


Taking a shaky breath, you swallow hard, lean forward, and lick up at the bowl. It makes you want to gag, it's slimy and tastes very salty. You take another breath, and finish what's in the bowl, trying not to think about it. Shuddering, you swallow what's in your mouth, wishing you had a glass of water to rinse out your mouth.


You glance at Mistress Minx, and she's half smiling, half laughing at you. "Very good boy. You may get dressed now."

Mistress Redfire

Why Mistress Redfire?

Why do I do what I do? What do I do? What makes me different? Why do people come kneeling at my feet, begging for my services? Even more so, why do they come back?

I could give you the obvious answer and simply say that I am a beautiful, Dominant Mistress. Or I could give you a lame response and say it's because I'm the best! (Did that make you laugh, because I couldn't even type it without cracking a smile!) But, rather than give you what I'm sure you've heard before, on many occassions, I'm going to give you a more indepth response.

After all... you really do want to know, don't you?

Let me tell you who I am. I am Mistress Redfire. No, that does not mean when I was born, my parents took one look at the red hair I was born with, said "For the love of heaven, we're in trouble!" And named me Redfire. Though, they may as well have for it certainly does suit my personality! It is merely a pseudonym chosen for my professional identity.

How I got into doing this was completely by accident. Like many of you, years ago I just happened to come across some kinky websites one day when I was online looking for ways to improve my sex life. Yeah, hard to believe but once upon a time I was a shy, insecure little thing who didn't have the first clue about... well, anything! Amazing what happens when you take a sheltered girl and open her up to the world! It's just like I tell others - we all have to start somewhere.

For me, the knowledge spread like a wildfire. The more I learned, the deeper I went. Knowledge turned into experimenting, and that lead to the lifestyle scene. Crash course in BDSM 101? Confide in a friend you've known for years that you're experimenting with kink and find out that he's been a lifestyle Dom for 10 years!

From there, I learned hands-on, and still kept up with doing online research and talking to anyone and everyone who would let me disect their brains. I have always said that before you can ever truly learn something, you must first learn to understand it.

Unfortunately, I discovered there was alot of bad information out there, scattered tid-bits here and there, and conflicting data all over the map! This group insisted that their way was the only way to do it, that person refused to share anything because it was all "trade secrets" and that community refused to even recognize someone into their rankings or take them seriously unless they'd been in the lifestyle for a minimum of so-and-so time.

Are you kidding me?! Now, let's take a fiesty redhead who's taken the time to not only understand the nature of the beast, but fully believes the credo of "To each their own." These people were telling me that there's this entire lifestyle, a whole underground world dedicated to being exactly who, what you want, and need to be... But only if you play by their rules?

Sorry, but that wasn't going to fly in my book! By this point, it'd been nearly two years for me, and I had an entire collection of references, notes taken by my own hard work, and my own experiences. I decided to play by my own rules. After all, it's in my nature to cut my own path, now isn't it?

And I've been doing it ever since. Following and even writing my own rule book. I can't say I'm overly popular with the local community because of it. In fact, truth be known, there are those who don't like me at all! And that's just fine with me! They can have their cookie-cutter ways.

My book says that nothing is right or wrong; it's whether it's right or wrong for you!

I am a Professional Domina (A Mistress, a FemmeDomme, a Dominatrix - Pick your term!) who knows and understands that Domination and submission are not just something that someone does to get off on. It is a need that runs down to the core of someone's being. It is a part of their essence. It's a natural extension of who and what they are.

People come to me because I do not just provide play sessions where they can get off on whatever kinks or quirks they fancy or are curious about. They kneel before me because I give them what they need... The emotional aspect of servitude, of submitting and pleasing. The emotional release that's been lacking for them.

Anyone can go into a bedroom and be kinky. But not everyone understands the intricacy behind the mental aspects of the BDSM and D/s lifestyle.

Straight Talk

A little Straight Talk...

Why would a Professional Domina have a blog full of toys, lingerie, books, and other various products and links?


That's an excellent question, and I'm certainly glad you asked! Ok, so maybe you didn't propose the query, but I'm going to give it to you anyway. And, since this is my blog, I get to do anything I so please. Like it or not! Well, I suppose you could leave, but aren't you the least bit curious?


So here it is... Answer.


No, seriously. The answer is to the question literally is answer! Confused yet? Good! Let me explain.


How many times have you talked to someone about something, and then went "Huh?? What ARE they talking about?" 


Or... "Ok, that's cool! But, where can I learn more?" 


And my personal favorite... "I want to try that! Where can I get one?"


Then you have to pull up the imfamous Google (or whatever search engine you prefer) and go cruising to and try to find the.... what ladies and gentlemen? That's right! The answer! 


So, me being the wonderfully brilliant and resourceful Domina that I am (yes, it's ok to thank me), took it upon myself to spend the time to not only provide you with my personal blog, but also the answers to so many of the common BDSM and D/s subjects and references that you may encounter along the way.


You're welcome, and enjoy!

Helpful Literature and Products

From time to time, I will be inspired by some of these items and use them in my stories, or I may give you ideas and suggestions on alternative uses that come to mind or that I, myself, have encountered over the years. Please feel free to give them a try for yourself. But keep in mind that results can, and often times do, tend to vary from person to person. Sometimes for the better, and sometimes for the worse.


Open your mind, open your play-book, and just have fun no matter what you do! And please feel free to contact me at any time and let me know how it works out for you! I simply adore feed back!


Play Things
 Who wouldn't want to build up their toy box or get some new ideas for a great time? I'm game! Are you?

Lingerie
 What's a good time without the right attire? Let's dress up that closet. Or would it be dress down? I sometimes get the two confused!

Books
 Needs some how-to or discrete advice? Maybe a little steamy literature to heat things up? Got you covered, but only until you throw the blankets off!

Miscellaneous
 Let's mix it up a little. You never know what you might find in the back of my closet...

Got something you want to share? If it's worthy, I just might add it! Contact me and find out!!

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Products and Materials listed on my  blog are from third party and affiliate sites. They are simply suggestions and should only be used and purchased at your own discretion. While I sincerely hope they are helpful and/or useful to you, please understand that I cannot guarantee them. 

Sizzling Sessions

You're left alone, told merely to make yourself comfortable - a hint of mirth and suggestion in her tone as she slowly makes her way up the stairs. Glancing around, you catch sight of various whips, floggers, paddles and other instruments hanging around the room.

You quickly strip out of your clothes, and take a seat in the only chair positioned in the large room. Your heart flutters uncontrollably as you hear her footsteps returning down the steps. You have come here for one purpose... To see your deepest, most secret submissive desires fulfilled.

But now that it's time, you become unsure; that feeling of not knowing mingled with fear, embarassment and perhaps even some shame. Mistress Redfire smiles at you, as if she knows every thought and feeling coursing through your veins.

Without a word, without your realizing it, somehow your eyes are cloaked in darkness. You can hear her careful movements, and the air suddenly feels charged with a strange energy. All thoughts of retreat are replaced with a rising hunger.

A soft touch glides down your arm, barely noticable. You shiver as the sensation spreads throughout your entire body. Taking a trembling breath, your mind begins to race. She takes your hand, pulling you to your feet and guiding your steps forward.

A strange noise catches your attention. You turn your head towards it, only to be greeted with her whispered laughter. In so doing, she quickly slips something on your wrist and your arm is lifted high above your head. Before you have time to process what's going on, she catches your other hand, and binds it high and tight as well.

"Welcome," she whispers into your ear. "To my world."

When you contact me, keep in mind - 


     I am not looking for live-in slaves, and I am not interested in collaring you. I have many who beg at my feet for my ownership, so do not presume that you are so special that you will be "the one." I am a professional, not your lover. Please respect me and act accordingly. 


     I am not going to spend hours on the phone with you. This is not a "let's get to know one another on a personal level" social call. Yes, I'm sure you are a sweetheart or a loyal pet, but this is business. Don't take it personal, but I have more important things to do with my time than sit on the phone and chit-chat all day.


     This is not a game. Do not call me if you do not intend to schedule a session with me. You would not like it if someone came into your place of business with no intention of actually using your services, so do not show me the same disrespect and waste my time. If you are unsure, then say so up-front so I can give you the information you need to make an informed decision. I may be a Domina, but I am not here to be a form of distraction or amusement while you find someone to hold your hand through your life decisions. 


     Know that it's ok to not know what you want. I accept clients of all experience levels. If you're unsure what you're into, that's just fine with me. I enjoy a good round of cat and mouse to find out what you enjoy, and what you don't. However, it's not ok to spend an hour on the phone while you choke on your tongue, trying to figure out what to say to me. When you call, you had better be ready to schedule a session of exploration, or please don't waste my time. There are others out there that do want to play.


     Understand right now that what I do is supposed to be fun! I may love to take my whips to someone's hide, but I provide many services. From dressing up the sissy-boys and making them perform for me, to playing around with an obedient little puppy, and yes I've been known to care for a naughty little boy from time to time! Need to be punished? Need to be teased and tormented relentlessly and denied release? Do you just need to be bound up tight in agony and put into solitude for a spell? I am the one who takes control, but you choose the game... 


     Sessions are only scheduled by phone - not by email or text messages! If you're serious, expect to prove it. You will have to give your name, a phone number to be reached at, and you will be given a call back day/time before your scheduled time. You will be expected to make this call-back on time in order to keep your session appointment and to keep any discounted rates offered.


     Three strikes credibility offered. What that means is, after your third strike of not making your session and having to reschedule, you no longer have any credibility with me. In order for you to schedule any sessions with me after your third strike, you will be required to pay a higher session fee, and pay in advance before any session will be scheduled. If you fail to make a pre-paid session, you forfeit any payment made. No exceptions!


Rates:
     Flat rate inbound  
            - $200   Hourly
     Flat rate inbound  
            - $100   Half hour
     Out-bound  
            - $300 - $500  Hourly, depending on location
     Flat rate sissy-maids 
            - $100   Hourly
     Couple Rates  
            - $350   Hourly

     Ball Busting  
            - $100   Sessions typically run half hour

     Other Services  
            - $100+ Depending on service

*Not all services are provided on a specified amount of time.
*Outcalls are only provided during day time hours, between 8am and 7pm.
*Lunch time half hour specials available for working clients in the Westminster/Arvada area.
*Discount rates and specials offered
*Speedy discount appointments - if you accept and arrive at the next available appointment offered

For more information and details, contact Mistress Redfire!


*Mistress Redfire is now accepting new clients: male, female & instructing couples. 
Contact misstress_redfire@yahoo.com or text/call 720-474-0042 for further details.


**All services are strictly confidential and professional and do not entail any activities of a sexual nature. 


By contacting Mistress Redfire, you declare that you are not associated or affiliated with any law enforcement agency, and that in so doing, you are not acting on their behalf. To do so is considered entrapment, and is an insult to the professional nature of all services provided.

Power of Brainwaves

I have often said, and heard it myself, that the largest sexual organ in the human body is the brain. With it, you can not only create the perfect circumstances with which to torment someone mercilessly, but also keep them on the edge of such intense pleasure they will be begging and pleading that they can endure no more. Once you get inside someone's head, the ultimate power truly is at your fingertips.

The brain is the doorway to everyone's sexuality. It is where their fantasies are not only born, but fueled and left to grow or die. They can choose to share them with whomever they choose, or keep them tucked safely away under lock and key. It is with the mind's eye that anyone can become what they desire. Whether it's only in their dreams, or if they allow those desires to slip out and extend into the physical world.

For these reasons, and more, I dance on the edge of reality and fantasy. Taking my own chances with the power of the mind's seduction, and I write my erotic stories. I tell pieces of what has been, what is to come, and whatever twisted little daydreams happen to tickle my fancy at the time. And I know that when I'm doing so, it is with the power of touching one's mind and having the same sensual effects as if I were really there, running my hands over the reader's body and whispering in their ear.

Their breathing shallows, and their pulse will race. Their blood warms with each word, each progressive thought that they read. Their arousal is as real as if they were before me, victim to my sadistic amusements or erotic desires. They squirm and close their eyes, feeling a hot need growing as they read. Tormented and teased, but wanting to continue on.

The power of the mind is an amazing thing.

And it holds true for so many things. It can enhance your ecstacy, and it can also hold you back. Because, if you're not into something for whatever reason, nothing is going to excite and arouse you. You can be watching the most amazingly erotic performance in the world, and be completely turned off of it. Why? Because in your head, you know that the performer is your kid sister.

Someone can be down on their knees, with incredible oral skills, moving their lips and tongue over your cock in ways you've never experienced before. And you? You're sitting there wishing they would just quit and go away. Why? Because they're another male, and you're 100% heterosexual.

But, it's not just sexual, is it? The mind plays it's role in everything. It controls every aspect of our lives. In who we're attracted to, the friends we keep, the way we dress, how we carry ourselves, the jobs we work and how well we perform them.

I have always believed this, and made sure that everyone I've taught over the years was completely aware of how powerful the mind's influence was over everything we say and do. In fact, the first thing anyone I teach is required to do is to forget what they think they know, so that they can be receptive to what it is that's inside of themselves. To be free to embrace what it is that's always been inside themselves without any restrictions put on them by outside influences.

So, imagine my surprise when I came across the Audio Brainwave Stimulation Store earlier today!

Now, I certainly don't expect that you're going to take all of the recordings seriously. Now, bear with me here. I understand that Out of Body Experience, Past Life Regression, Astral Projection...Let's be realistic here. Some people believe, and some don't. Not everything is for everyone. Just, hear me out for a minute.

These MP3's are based on audio brainwave acoustics. There are alot here that are worth looking into. Relaxation, Energy, Tantric (that's sexual for those who don't know!), Meditation, and even Sleep!

Here's the best part. I signed up for their newsletter and got to download one of their MP3's. Not a sample, but an entire hour long MP3. The one they gave me was their sleep helper. Which, let me tell you, is something I actually did need help with. Couldn't we all use better rest? Then, I was able to listen to samples of their other MP3's.

Coming from someone who's spent years getting into other people's heads, this is definitely something I highly recommend. Just give it a try. What have you got to lose?

What have you got to gain?

As for me? I'm finally getting sleep. Oh, and I also recommend Deep Meditation for those of you who need to find your center, and I'm rather partial to the Tantra!