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Mistress in Training

I'd just been idly surfing the net and more or less accidentally came across the bondage site. I was curious, so I grabbed the credit card and spent the $9.95 for a membership. The speed with which I did that should have given me an idea I had more than just an idle curiosity, but it didn't. I looked at photos of dominant women and submissive men with a pounding heat between my legs. I could imagine myself doing those things. One of the pictures nearly stopped my heart. The bound man looked so much like my boyfriend. He was naked, on his hands and knees. Ankles fastened to a spreader. Wrists tied together. The rope was looped around his neck and body. I could see little weights hanging underneath him. Nipple clamps. She'd put weighted nipple clamps on him. My hand went between my legs and found my hot, wet slit. I'd never dripped juice like that. I rubbed my clit as I stared at the woman in leather fucking the man's ass with a strap-on. The thing was huge, bigger than any cock I'd ever seen, and she was putting every inch of it up his ass. She'd made him her bitch, and all he could do was take it. I came so big I almost blacked out.

I spent a lot of time at that site when I was alone, rubbing my clit nearly raw as I imagined myself doing those things. I pictured my boyfriend trussed up a dozen different ways, calling me "Mistress" as I violated his tight hole with a variety of objects, forcing him to accept his submission, forcing him to cum. I found, and eventually scraped together the courage to enter, a sex shop that sold all sorts of things I'd never seen before. I went in there so fucking hot I thought I'd die. Leather straps. Whips. Clamps. And the dildos. An amazing collection. I stood in front of the case just gaping at them. The woman had to speak twice before I heard her. "Huh?" I said finally, and looked at her.

She was a very attractive businesswoman in her 40's. Subtle makeup, good jewelry, dark gray suit. She smiled at me, then nodded at the dildos. "Which would you want to use on him?" She had an intelligent, educated voice, and I was hypnotized. My eyes shot back to the display and the "centerpiece." A thick, foot long, cock shaped dildo...huge swollen cockhead, pronounced veins. Jet-black. I licked my lips as I looked at it, then sighed. "He'd never go for it. And he could never take that monster up his ass." She smiled gently. "Of course he could. Once he's been trained. I have one. My slave has to earn the privilege of penetration with that." It was the first time I'd ever heard anyone refer to another person as a slave. I horrified myself when I soaked my panties with hot, nasty arousal. She seemed to sense my reaction and nodded approvingly. "My name is Marta. I was trained and nurtured by a great woman. Her household contained six slaves, and two beloved subs. She led me to a world that I had never known. I will pay my debt to her and our lifestyle by taking you as prot�g�, if this would appeal to you." I stared at her, then nodded mutely. What this woman must know, I thought, trying not to cum right there in the store.

She slowly and patiently drew me into her world. Books, magazines, websites, movies, pictures. She told me about places to buy toys. I must have asked her a thousand questions, and each time I did I was rewarded with her subtle but approving nod. Her pride in me became more important than the powerful, mind shattering orgasms I had with these images. She was so free with her sexuality, so comfortable with it. When she sensed that my arousal at my lessons became too uncomfortable to bear, she'd casually expose her self and me, and we'd sit next to each other watching a woman take and torture her helpless male slave, masturbating to repeated orgasms. It had become an obsession. I was a Domme now, freed from all restraints, all hesitations. My boyfriend knew I was preoccupied, but since I was spending my time with another woman, he was not overly concerned. Marta even came to dinner with us, and her calm appraising eyes fastened on Ricky, evaluating him. She gave me a slight smile and a nod. He was slave material, whether he knew it or not.

Marta took me to a local club I hadn't known existed. Place for Dom/mes to gather and play with their human pets. My nipples were so hard they ached, and my cunt was demanding attention. I sat and looked around. Naked slaves on leashes, taken wherever, whenever and however their Masters or Mistresses chose. I saw slaves shackled to the wall in various degrees of torture and punishment. I saw a white ass sticking out of a box. Nothing else. The asshole was available for any who wished to take it. As I watched a woman ordered her male slave to crawl to the anonymous asshole and suck the cum out of it. He obeyed instantly. A bound young woman hung by her ankles from a large hook on the ceiling. Her mouth was at crotch level to the two men standing in front of her, their large erections freed from their clothing. They were calmly flipping a coin over who would be the first to fuck her mouth.

A polite round of applause greeted a leather-clad Mistress and her female slave, a naked, large breasted woman led on stage by a few jerks on the leash. The Mistress calmly, but with great satisfaction, beat her slave's round ass with a variety of whips until it was an angry red. The slave screamed in agony...and climaxed repeatedly. I dropped a hand into my lap as I watched. Gradually, my fingers strayed and started to rub my mound. The Mistress bound her slave to a frame, on her back, legs held up and apart, arms out. She looked at me with a half-smile and motioned me forward. Marta nodded at me, so I got up and walked to the stage. 
The Mistress bowed to me formally, then presented me with a blood red candle. She lit it, then graciously gestured me forward. I knew that my complete and total lust for what I was about to do was evident when I heard the approving murmur from the assembled Dom/mes. I walked forward and stood over the bound slave, who looked up at me with adoring fear. I tilted the candle and let the wax drip to her breast. The third drop hit her nipple. She twitched, then spasmed, then began to cry out as I decorated her white skin with drops of red wax. I got two large drops directly into her navel and she shrieked, her arousal becoming more and more intense. I watched the wax drip into her glistening pussy, completely absorbed with watching the hot red wax hit the tender flesh that was so slick from the slave's arousal. I aimed carefully, and coated the engorged clit with wax. The slave howled as an orgasm tore through her.

I glanced out at Marta as the Mistress took the candle from me with a smile, and thrust it into the slave's pussy. Marta beamed at me proudly, and nodded. The Mistress thanked me for pleasuring her slave, and suggested I ride her mouth to release. I looked at the lit red phallus thrust into the slave's pussy and grinned my thanks. I stripped off my pantyhose and panties, gathered my skirt around my waist, and mounted the slave's mouth. She made delighted noises as she licked and sucked at my dripping cunt, then suctioned onto my clit. I rode her mouth hard, grinding my lust onto her face, pinching and pulling her nipples, and watching the candle burn very, very close to her pubic hair. I went insane...riding my tortured slave in front of the appreciative and aroused crowd. She sucked me like a fiend, my clit so engorged it was like a tiny cock. . Her proud Mistress removed the candle and beat her cunt with a cat as I fucked her mouth. I came first, flooding that talented mouth with my cum, then she exploded, screaming her ecstasy against my throbbing clit and driving me to an even higher peak.

When my head cleared, I found myself back at our table. Marta had a protective arm around my shoulders, the table held two fresh drinks, and my mentor was nodding proudly at softly murmured compliments about her prot�g�. I settled back against Marta, flushed and content and watched the activity on the stage. A new Mistress was directing the assembly of what looked like a "stocks," the wooden device used to hold the head and wrists for Puritans punished in the town square. A naked male slave was led out, hands bound behind him, his eyes blindfolded. His huge cock was hard and dripping precum. He stood still and in silence as his Mistress fastened weighted clamps on his nipples and testicle sack, then knelt and put his head in the stocks. She fastened it down and gave him an affectionate pat on the ass. The weights swung and he moaned in ecstasy.

The Mistress picked two men out of the crowd and called them forward. One was a large black man, the other a short, chunky white man who looked nervous. They were wearing almost identical studded leather vests and leather pants. The black man stood behind the slave, unzipped his pants and drew out a huge, thick cock the same color as the leather. It was already engorged, a white stream of precum hanging from the tip. He lubricated his index finger and slipped it into the slave's waiting pucker to make it ready.

The white man shyly pulled out his beautiful cock, stroked it lightly, then rubbed it against the slave's lips. The slave obediently opened his mouth wide. The man grabbed the sides of the slave's head and began to thrust his cock in, hard and deep. I felt my eyes go wide watching. He fucked the mouth like it was a cunt, with powerful thrusts that must have taken his cockhead deep into the slave's throat. He threw his head back, eyes closed, letting his savage pleasure build. I glanced right in time to see the black man put his mushroom shaped head against the slave's ass and stab it all the way in to the base.

The force of the thrusting at both ends had the weights swinging wildly. I tilted my head enough to see the slave's cock pumping cum onto the stage in what seemed like endless spurts. The Masters kept on fucking him, driving their cocks in so hard I was surprised the heads didn't touch somewhere in the slave's stomach. The slave got rapidly hard again, and by the time he pumped a second load of his cum onto the stage, he had cum dripping from his mouth and flooding out of his ass.

I had to get off badly again, and was offered the use of a slave for release. He sucked me off, then Marta, and we planned our surprise for Ricky.

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