A Fantasy

 

The freeway was full, but the traffic was flowing very quickly. I was on my way back from a business trip to my company.

A traffic report told me in the second that there was an accident ahead of me and since I am a traffic jam I drove off immediately and looked for my way further south.

With modern navigation devices this is no longer a big task.

 

The way led me about 100 km north of the city in which my mistress lived.

I couldn't visit her because I still had an appointment this afternoon and I didn't know how long it would be.

I just sent her an SMS which said:

"I'm just driving 100 km past your city and I have to think of you, mistress"

 

Your answer came quickly, a short "nice slave"

Since I am on the road a lot, communication with the mistress is often limited to text messages or e-mails.

 

The phone rang and I picked it up as a habit - it was my customer who informed me that he had to postpone the appointment today at short notice until tomorrow for personal reasons.

Well, when you work in sales, the customer's request is the order of the day and I stayed friendly and arranged a meeting with him for the next day.

Inwardly I cursed but what does it matter - he's one of my best customers.

I informed my office accordingly and vented my anger by texting the mistress and writing her that if the guys change appointments at such short notice, it is a runaway.

 

I thought nothing of it and drove on.

Beep beep - the sound that a text message had arrived startled me from the cozy driving mood.

"Drive to the next parking lot and wait"

Was the order of the mistress, which I immediately confirmed.

 

I waited by the car - it was a hot summer day - smoked and always listened to the phone.

The next SMS came --- "So you don't have any appointments until tomorrow morning?"

I also confirmed this briefly and continued to wait.

 

The phone rang:

"You are now going to my girlfriend's studio in my city, which you already know, and you will report there as follows:

I am the slave of Lady M. ". And besides, from now on you are forbidden to speak until I cancel it, otherwise there will be penalty points for every violation, understand?"

I breathed a "yes mistress" into the phone.

"That was your first penalty point," she said coldly and cut the connection.

That started well ----

I started the engine and drove off. After an hour I parked in the street and walked a little hesitantly to the entrance of the studio.

After ringing the bell, an attractive lady in leather and high boots opened the door for me.

"Hello Lady, I am Lady M's slave and should contact you here," I said with a firm voice.

"That gives more penalty points because you said more than you were allowed to" was her only comment.

Her finger pointed to the floor and I followed her on all fours into the apartment.

Arrived in one of the many rooms, the order came:

"Take off your clothes, then you stay on your knees here until they pick you up, understand?"

... and like a Pavlovian dog came from me: "Yes Mistress"

"The next penalty points slave" were her comment as she left the room.

 

I knelt naked on the cool tiles and wondered what my mistress had arranged, because I knew that she works normally and that she actually had time for a slave from 7 p.m. at the earliest during the week and now it was only noon.

 

The clack clack of the heels on the stone floor woke me from my thoughts that the lady from before came back in the company of another lady.

"I am Mistress C. a friend of your mistress and will take care of you until your mistress has time for you"

I nodded briefly, I still hadn't forgotten the previous experience.

 

"Get up" - she began to tie off my testicles, tight but not so that you couldn't bear it.

Then a medium plug (about 2 cm in diameter) was inserted until it clicked into place and I could no longer push it out on my own.

Then her assistant took my now slightly hard cock in her hand and began to massage something until it was hard - I was moaning slightly with lust.

"Another penalty point"

was the humorless comment of Mistress C. and her assistant made another line on a piece of paper.

I was starting to feel stupid, but try to keep an absolute ban on speaking.

 

Mistress C came up to me with a silver rod in her hand that had 2 half rings at one end.

I couldn't imagine what it was and fear of the unknown arose in me ---

She took my cock in her hand and dripped a clear liquid into my urethra.

It was cold and I groaned softly again, which - as already known by now - brought me another line ----

Then Mistress C inserted the thin end of the stick into my urethra - I cramped because I expected pain at any moment - I gritted my teeth, but nothing happened.

The rod disappeared in my urethra and Mistress C folded the half rings around the glans and fixed the rod in my penis.

She pressed a button and it started vibrating in my urethra.

Once again - with a known result - I could not suppress a groan.

 

 

"It's a urethral vibrator" said Mistress C. and continued unmoved ...

I was completely dressed - with leather briefs, mask, high ankle boots, handcuffs and ankle cuffs, collar with chain.

 

Mistress C pulled me behind her by the chain around my collar ---

It was a professional studio and I had to crawl into the ladies' lounge on my knees.

Here I was allowed to serve the ladies, serve coffee and drinks and give them a hand, even when tidying up the studio after a session.

Of course, this work earned me more (many) penalty points.

I felt like the ladies went out of their way to keep my account as full as possible.

 

After a long time as a servant of all ladies and with an always horny tail, because the vibrator in the urethra stimulated me constantly - it was a constant up and down which was of course additionally reinforced by the outfit of the ladies.

All around me boots, leather, lacquer and latex - puhhhhhhhh

 

Mistress C looked briefly at her watch - it was now around 3pm.

"Slave come with me"

I followed her on my knees - into a dark room.

My hands were cuffed at the sides and my legs were tied tightly together.

The plug and the vibi stayed where they were, which was now uncomfortable, but also exciting - this helplessness -

 

I was put a tube into my mouth, which was fixed behind my head.

Now Mistress C put me in a sack made of sturdy latex and I had to lie down on the bench where I was fixed.

My head was fixed with the blindfold and so I lay defenseless on my back.

It was dark and I heard Mistress C leave the room and close the door.

 

So I lay here motionless and at the mercy.

I felt the latex getting warm and I started to sweat slightly ---- it started to itch and I couldn't scratch myself I tried to move but the bondage didn't give in the slightest ----

At some point I reached the state where I submitted to my slave fate and even dozed slightly.

- I heard the door - footsteps - then I felt someone tampering with the hose ---

Then I felt it - a warm bitter liquid flowed into my mouth - it was the NS one of the ladies ?????????? I imagined at least for self-protection -

 

I was thirsty and drank the NS - even if it was difficult for me, but I swallowed - out of my own interest.

The spring dried up and the door closed again - silence surrounded me -

The same thing happened again and again during the next few hours - I was a living NS swallower a living toilet ---

 

I was untied - released and showered ----

Then I was taken back to the room.

To my great joy, my mistress saw M standing there.

She is big, a very stately and appearance and also looked stunning - a goddess in black stood there in front of me.

I fell to my knees and immediately kissed her boots with all the fervor I was able to -

"Mistress - your slave is overjoyed to see you" I stammered ---

She just looked at me coldly

“The ban on speaking has only now been lifted, your previous statements will still be considered a violation.

 

She picked up the list and looked at herself.

Well, there you have a lot on the kerbholz slave --- I see over 50 lines there ---- well, because you were so cheeky and also spoke in my presence, I'll take the lines times 3 ...

 

I was shocked - no, I panicked, I knew her by now, that she always kept her promises --- I couldn't expect mercy.

 

She sat on the throne and I knelt in front of her - as always, I licked your boots ----

 

"Well then, let's get to the punishment, my slave.

Since you embarrassed me here in front of my friends - you will receive a whip sentence today that you will not forget anytime soon.

 

You have collected a total of 63 points - that's 189 strokes - well, I want to be generous, let's say 200 "

 

I sank down in front of my mistress, threw myself on the floor, begged and pleaded - but it didn't help - I was grabbed and taken to the whip and fixed ---

 

The mistress walked around me - I sobbed in fear, she knew exactly that I am very sensitive to blows and really don't like them, but I also knew that it would turn out as it had said.

 

The percussion instruments were already on the table in front of me. It was a special cruelty of her, I saw every single percussion instrument exactly, saw how she recorded and knew what was to come next ----

I was particularly worried about the bullwhip --- so far I had been spared this instrument, but probably not any more today ---

 

Mistress M seemed to sense my thoughts .....

"At the end you get 10 with the bullwhip, then you know it's over" she smiled ----

I begged her not to do it - but it didn't help ----

"If you want, I'll start with the bullwhip, but then you get 30 with the bullwhip - you decide for yourself"

 

As if in a trance, I heard myself say

"Please mistress start the bullwhip"

 

She took my head in her hand and smiled at me

"Very nice slave, then we want to take action ...........