From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mistress Of The House (FM, femdom)
Date: 5 Jul 1996 17:01:21 GMT

			Mistress Of The House

	When my first husband died, he left me a rather large amount
of money, enough so that I was considered independently wealthy. At
the same time, I had to get a new household staff. Since I like pretty
young men, I hired a young man named Bill Kendall as my personal
assistant. Bill was twenty-four years old, five feet eleven inches
tall, and weighed 175 pounds, all muscle. He had light brown hair,
dark brown eyes and a dark complexion. From what showed through the
crotch of his pants, I hoped we would have some good times together.
Did we ever!

	Bill was always respectful, almost submissive, at all times.
Sometimes, when he didn't think I could see, he would look at me with
an interesting glow in his eyes. I began to wonder about him and to
fantasize about having him.

	One evening, when we were alone in the house (the other
servants having quarters on the grounds), I told him to get me a glass
of white wine. When he returned, he had a glass of red wine which he
promptly spilled on me! I jumped out of my chair, swatting at the
stain and cursing. He stood there, head bowed, and made no protest at
my language.

	Finally, I stopped and looked at him. His head was bowed and
he held his hands behind his back, waiting for my sentence on his
actions. He looked so attractive in that pose that I became excited.

	"So," I said, "what do you think I ought to do about this?"

	"Whatever punishment the Mistress wishes will be satisfactory
to Her servant," he murmured. I swear I could hear the capital
letters.

	Without thinking, I acted. I grabbed him by the hair, lifted
his head up and slapped his face as hard as I could. "Why aren't you
on your knees, slave?"

	He immediately knelt. "The Mistress' slave is sorry, Mistress.
He will endeavour to act in a correct manner in the future."

	Well! My hopes had come true! Now I was going to take
advantage of it.

	"Sorry isn't good enough! I want you stripped and in my
bedroom in one minute for your punishment. Move your ass, slave!"

	He scurried out of the room, never looking at me. Obviously he
had been well-trained. I idly wondered who had been my benefactrix? I
followed him up to my room, to find him on his knees, naked in the
middle of the room. His clothes were nowhere in sight.

	Crossing to a door that had not been opened since the death of
my husband, I said "Get in there, shithead!"

	Upon entering the room, he stopped, surprised, and looked
around. Not wanting him to see too much at once, I ordered him to
close his eyes and kneel. He obeyed, trembling. Crossing the room, I
got a hood and put it on his head. Made of black leather, it had no
holes for the eyes. It laced up the back and had snaps around the
mouth hole. Being custom-made for my husband, it did not fit Bill
perfectly, but it was skin-tight on him after I had tied it on. I
don't like for a slave to see what he's getting.

	Leaving him like that, I retrieved a small rectangle of
leather with a small rubber dildo protruding from it. Forcing this
into his mouth, I snapped it to the mouth area of the hood. I next put
a dog collar around his neck and snapped a leash to it. I then put a
set of leather restraints on his wrists and ankles, but left them free
so he could walk where I wanted him to.

	"Stand up!" When he complied, I could see that his large
uncircumcised cock was standing at attention. I smiled, but kept it
out of my voice when I said "You are excited by this, eh?"

	Mumbling indistinctly around the pecker gag, he nodded.

	"Did I give you permission to get hard?"

	He shook his head.

	"That's another thing you need to be punished for, then. Stay
on your knees and go where the leash leads."

	I jerked on the leash, pulling him off-balance, but he
recovered before he could fall. I led him over to the post, to which I
restrained him. His back was to the post and his wrists connected to
the eyelets behind him, as were his ankles. He was now standing in
order to give me the best access to his magnificent meat, as well as
other things.

	"First, we'll punish you for the erection," I said, grabbing a
small whip. This was designed specifically to whip male sexual organs.
It resembled a miniature cat-o'-nine-tails, only it had six tails. I
raised it and brought it down hard on his excited prick.

	He tried to scream, but raised his crotch as if to meet
another blow.

	This was indeed going to be fun! I gave him ten of my best
across his cock, which went soft but not flaccid. When I was finished,
I grabbed a leather band which had small staples protruding from it
and wrapped it tightly at the base of his cock and balls, the staples
pointing in. He moaned again as the staples bit into the tender flesh
of his groin, but was otherwise silent.

	I then grabbed his left nipple with two fingernails and
pinched. He groaned and expanded his chest, giving me better access,
so I did the same to the other. When his nipples were excited and
hard, I let go, leaned forward, and bit one. He moaned again, his
prick becoming hard.

	I put my arms around his back and chewed his tits for several
minutes. I then put a pair of tit clamps on them. He groaned and
wriggled his torso to relieve the pressure, which he was quite unable
to escape.

	I got out the spanking strap and gave him a few swats across
the stomach and thighs, careful not to dislodge the tit clamps. By now
his cock was raging hard, so I gave it a few swats as well. I wanted
to leave bruises, but was unsure how much he could take, so I left
that for another time.

	I unhooked him from the post and he went to his knees
immediately, his hands behind his back. I led him over to the whipping
table and restrained him face down on it. A leather-covered two-by-
four lifted his ass for the best access, so I covered a butt plug with
K-Y and shoved it in. He tried to escape the intrusion, but really
had no means of getting away from it. The plug went in and he lay
there, trying to force it out with his internal muscles.

	"If that comes out," I said, "your punishment will be worse."
He nodded and tried to relax.

	I waited for a moment and then said "Now we'll punish you for
the second worst of your offenses: not only bringing the wrong wine,
but spilling it on me in the bargain." He turned his head slightly,
and I could tell he was wondering what his worst offense was. He'd
find out soon enough!

	I got out the cat. From a braided leather shaft depended
thirteen thongs of rawhide that had been knotted at their ends. I let
them dangle onto his back and softly pulled them around it, waiting
for a response.

	When he lifted his hips as if in invitation, I let him have
it. I gave him twenty across the ass and thighs and upper back. This
time I left welts everywhere I hit. It looked perfectly beautiful.
There is nothing like having a man at your mercy, especially when you
have none! He didn't want any, either! I had pulled his cock out so I
could see it while whipping him and it never went down! He stayed
excited right through the entire whipping!

	I finally released him and led him to another table, to which
I restrained him on his back. I then removed the pecker gag and let
him breathe through his mouth for a short while.

	"Mistress, Your slave requests permission to speak."

	"Granted."

	"Mistress, Your slave has never had anything up his ass
before."

	I smiled. "Then you'd better enjoy it while you have it,
shouldn't you?"

	"Yes, Mistress," he groaned. I knew he didn't like it, but
worse was going to happen to him tonight, and besides, I liked it.

	Finally deciding that he had had enough rest, I spread my legs
and sat on his face. He started licking my moist pussy. I gave him a
smack across the stomach, saying "Don't lick without permission,
fuck-head!"

	He subsided, only to buck in surprise when my piss started
pouring into his mouth. He drank it all and then I gave him permission
to lick. I allowed him to lick me through three climaxes before
shifting and allowing him to lick out my asshole. Finally, I got off
of him.

	"Thank You, Mistress."

	"Don't thank me yet, slave. You still have to be punished for
your worst offense against me, and that's coming up now!"

	"May Your slave ask what that offense was, Mistress?"

	"No, you may not!" During this conversation, I had been
putting on the fucking strap. This consisted of a wide leather belt
with a huge dildo sticking out the front. For stability, there was a
smaller strap which went between my legs and attached to the belt at
the back. To keep myself excited, I put a smaller dildo into the catch
of the smaller strap and inserted it into me.

	I took his legs, one at a time, and attached them to the wall
above his head. The bottom half of the table swung away to reveal a
table of half length. I now had access to Bill's virgin ass and we
both knew it. I pulled the butt plug out in one swift motion.

	Bill gasped. He knew what was coming next, for he moaned "No,
oh, no, Mistress, don't!"

	"Shut up!" I snapped. To be sure he followed this order, I
shoved the butt plug into his mouth and told him to hold it there.

	I felt up his asshole and found that it was still well
lubricated, so I got into position and shoved the dildo right up his
ass. He bit down on the butt plug and tensed his ass.

	"Relax and take it, slave," I ordered. "This is going to
happen and staying tense like that will only damage you. You'll enjoy
it before I'm done."

	He tried, I'll give him that. Eventually, he did relax and I
started pumping in and out of his ass, finally bringing him to an anal
orgasm. I took the butt plug out of his mouth, noting teeth marks
where he had bitten it.

	"How do you feel now, slave?"

	He smiled slightly and said "Your slave feels quite good,
Mistress. He never knew he could enjoy something like that. Thank You
for teaching him the experience."

	"You're welcome, slave."

	I released myself from the fuck belt, leaving the dildo in his
ass. I then unhooked his arms and legs from the eyelets to which they
were attached and told him to stand up and keep the dildo in his ass.

	"Since you obeyed me so well," I said, "I give you permission
to get hard and cum. This time."

	His cock sprang to attention and his hands went to it. I
quickly grabbed them and secured them behind his back.

	"I will jack you off," I said. And I did.

	It didn't take very long, for he was extremely turned on by
what had happened to him tonight. As he came, I caught as much of his
semen as I could in my hand, milking his cock with the other hand
until he went flaccid.

	I then told him to open his mouth and poured the cum I had
collected into it. He attempted to spit it out, but I held my hand to
his mouth.

	"Swallow it!" I commanded.

	It took a while, but he finally did. I then wiped my hands off
on his stomach, smiling as he winced.

	I removed the dildo from his ass and made him clean it with
his mouth.

	"In the future, you will keep your ass thoroughly cleaned
out."

	"Yes, Mistress."

	I removed the tit clamps. He gasped in pain and rubbed his
nipples until the pain subsided. They were red and erect, absolutely
gorgeous! I then removed the hood, ignoring the tear-stains on his
face, and told him he could leave.

	"But first," I said, "your worst offense was that of not
telling me that you like this kind of treatment. In the future, make
sure that you tell your Mistresses about it immediately."

	He smiled. "Yes, Mistress. Your slave will remember."

	At my nod, he left. After a short time, I went into my bedroom
and locked the door to the playroom. I showered and got ready for bed.

	When I got into bed, I discovered a single red rose on my
pillow. Evidently Bill had pulled the trick with the wine on purpose
in order to get what he wanted.

	I smiled. He had found out that I got what I wanted, too. And
he would continue to find that out for a long, long time.