Fetish by Faith Cummings

At Her Mercy

Somewhere he heard a clock ticking. And yet, he knew there was no clock. Mistress did not believe in clocks. Her slave had no reason to know the time. When he was in her presence, his time and his body belonged solely to her. He tested his bonds and found that she had secured him well to the spanking table. He had enough room to squirm, but not to struggle. Mistress had explained all this to him during their first meeting. Still, an explanation was far different from reality. His cock rose and softened as he waited, bound to the table. He had no idea how long he had been there. It might have been five minutes. It might have been an hour. He was aware of the smooth, cool table under his chest. His arms and legs were spread eagle, his body fully exposed for his new Mistress’s pleasure. Left there as he was he could not help but tug at the restraints again.  At some point, a rush of adrenaline coursed though his body as he realized just exactly what he was, as he accepted his fate. Mistress had not even touched him yet, and already she was teaching him as lesson. She was showing him that he belonged to her now and she would use him at her leisure. He closed his eyes and a shudder ran through him of both fear and anticipation. He was at her mercy. He was her slave.

He became aware of her slowly. He raised his head and saw her standing before him. Her parted thighs were directly in front of his face, her legs wrapped in a delicate black lace body suit, tall black patent leather boots hugged her calves. She wore a tightly cinched PVC waist corset over the body suit which emphasizes her flared hips and full breasts.  She was at once both magnificent and powerful. The light caught the golden highlights threaded through her long brown hair. Her blue eyes flashed powerfully. His mouth opened as if to greet her, but he is silenced by her touch.

Mistress Sasha placed her hand under his chin and gently stroked his face. For some reason, this slight gestured caused him to tremble and her eyes gleamed with amused pleasure. He somehow felt small under her gaze. It was the way she looked at him. She did not look at him as a woman looks at a man. She sized him up as if she were a prospective buyer, considering a trinket to be bought for her amusement.

She continued to caresss him. “You are a handsome one,” she remarked.

His cock swelled and he felt an absurdly pleased smile form on his face. “Thank you, Mistress.”

 “Hush,” she scolded. “I did not request that you speak to me. I was merely making an observation.”

Her hand dropped from his face, and she laid his head back down on the table. He lay there, not daring to look at her as she continued her inspection of him. He saw her pick up a crop that lay on another nearby table. She tapped it lightly against his cheek. Her hand tangled in his short spiked hair as she held his face down.

“I hope you are comfortable slave, I think I am going to keep you here for a good long while.”

The firm assurance of her tone caused him to moan softly. She ignored it, and ran her hands over his muscular arms.

“A nice, strong slave. I will enjoy breaking you.” For emphasis, she brought the crop down hard on his biceps, enjoying the way he thrashed in surprise. Her laughter seemed to crackle in the silent room, causing his body to tingle. Mistress Sasha tested the ropes that bound his wrists. “No, you won’t be going anywhere, my pet. Not until I am done with you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” he breathed softly.

Her hand quickly clenched his cheeks, squeezing them together. “What did I tell you about speaking?” she hissed at him.

He lowered his eyes in immediate obedience. She watched him carefully. Satisfied she said, “That’s better. Do not disturb me again.”

The Mistress resumed her inspection of her displayed slave. “You undress nicely,” she stated, pleased by his hard, firm body. Starting at his shoulders, she ran her hand over his sleek form, enjoying the feel of his nakedness against her fingertips. He felt her touch move down the small of his back and then linger on his ass cheeks. She luxuriated at their smooth firmness. He felt the fine hairs stand up as she stroked and squeezed. “It pleases me that you have a shaved ass.” She looked for any sign of stubble. “In the future, I may have you waxed.”

He strained a bit at this, twisting his head to try to look at her, but she seemed clearly unconcerned about his reaction. He was not so sure he was willing to submit to a wax treatment. She raised the crop and flicked it across his ass, tapping it lightly in a series of random patterns until she saw his muscles flex in response.

“Good slave,” she said almost absently, rewarding him with a slap against each cheek. She took the crop and ran it down his crack lowering it until it reached his balls. Lifting them with the crop, she reached out and admired them. “Look at these.”  She gave them a slap and was pleased when she saw him squirm. “Oh yes, look at how big these balls are.” Her fingers tightened around them. “Mmmm… these will be providing me with lots of cum, I am sure.”  She allowed them to drop back between his legs then took hold of the skin, pulling them backwards. Hearing her slaves slight gasp, she pulled further. “Balls like these need to be stretched regularly. Oh yes, see that, slave? I almost have them pulled back to your asshole. I wonder how it would feel to have your ass stuffed with your own balls?”

He whimpered loudly at that, craning his head back, but he was unable to see. A second later, he realized he didn’t have to see to be able to feel his balls against her hand as she slipped a finger inside his butt hole. She had clearly demonstrated just how close they were.  Mistress toyed with them a while longer.  He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, almost certain that at any moment she would shove them inside him. He exhaled gratefully as he felt her finally release them.  She squatted down behind him, using her crop to slap his cock back and forth, as if it were a pendulum. “You are quite well endowed, slave.” She took hold of him, pumping his cock with her hand, the other squeezing his balls. “I am going to enjoy milking this thing of yours dry.”  She laughed again, in delight this time, as she played with him, watching as his ass moved helplessly above her. “I am going to have quite a bit of fun with you, slut. She allowed her lips to brush his ass, “and I am going to turn you into quite a cock whore too.”

“Mistress,” he whispered softly almost begging, though he was not sure what it was he was begging for.

She rose and stood before him again, bending slightly as she lifted his head so that his face was sandwiched between her ample tits. “I didn’t hear you speak to me, did I, slave?”

He shook his head, hoping she would believe him. She pushed his face hard against her left tit, almost smothering him with it. “Good. I didn’t think so.” She allowed her gaze to travel across his body once more. “I have no idea yet whether you will please me or not yet, slave. But you have a very impressive form to match that handsome face of yours. Even if I find your talents somewhat lacking, I may just keep you anyway, just so that I can enjoy having you on display for me. Imagine that, slave, never being played with, never being used to pleasure your Mistress, just perpetually on display, like nothing more than a work of art.”

He knew she had not given him permission to speak, but he couldn’t help himself, “No, Mistress,” he begged. “Please, use me Mistress. Use me.”

His pleas were so sincere she decided to forgive him his transgression. “What was that, slave?”

His eyes looked up into hers, “Please, Mistress, use me as your slut.”

She looked down at him, “Do you want your Mistress to play with you?”

He nodded, hating that she had him begging so soon. “Yes, Mistress.”

A slow wicked smile formed upon her lips. “Well, I will just have to see if you are worth playing with. I will have to see if you amuse me. If not, then you will just give me pleasure hanging upon my wall for me to look at.”

“God, no, Mistress!”

She slapped him hard across the face. “It is not up to you to ever say no to me, is that understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I apologize.”

“As you should.”  Her eyes regarded him coldly. “I do not enjoy slaves that talk back to me.”

 “It won’t happen again, Mistress.”

“You’d better hope not.”  Her hands reached out to grab hold of his nipples. She flicked her thumbs across them until they hardened in her hands. Mistress Sasha gazed into her sluts eyes as she took note of how quickly they tightened for her. Pinching them hard, she saw his eyes glaze with pleasure.

“You like that, bitch, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She twisted and pinched harder, “I bet you feel that right between your legs, don’t you?”

He closed his eyes, focusing on her touch. “Yes, Ma’am, I do.”

“Slut. You re a horny little bitch boy, aren’t you?”

He bowed his head, ashamed that she saw that so quickly. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

Her hands started slapping at his tits. “Do you like that slut?”

He wished he could stroke his cock, it was beginning to throb. “I love it, Mistress.”

She took her time, slapping and pinching until he began to writhe against his restraints. “Oh, my little bitch is getting excited.” With a laugh, she reached down between his legs. Her hand closed on him and she moved it up and down. He tried to buck against her, but his movements were too limited. She rubbed her finger over his precum, using it for lube. She was amused as she watched him struggle to pump his swollen cock into her hand. “Does, my slut want to cum?”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” he moaned. “Your slut wants to cum for you.”

He received a hard slap to his cock. “Too bad, whore. You cum only when and if I want you too.”

“Ohhhhh,” he groaned loudly at her words.

She slipped a finger into his ass. “Now this, this is what interests me, slave. This nice, little tight pussy, which is going to me mine very soon. That’s it, slut. Open up for your Mistress. Take my finger.”

He wanted to please her. Her slave tried to relax and accept her, tried to move his ass to accommodate more of the finger she probed him with. If he could please Mistress, maybe she would let him cum. “Are you trying to fuck my finger, slave?”

 “Yes, Mistress.”  He responded quickly, trying to show her what a good slut he was.

“Such a greedy little bitch you are.” She slapped his ass hard enough to leave an imprint of her hand. “Let’s see how you like this.” He felt his cheeks spread again and a well lubed vibrator was inserted into his ass. It was thin, but long and Mistress selected the setting she wanted. She liked this vibrator because it had ten different intensities and she could slowly torment her slave by using all of them.

“That should entertain you for awhile, slut.” Another slap to his firm ass as she moved in front of him, yanking his head up by the hair. “And now, you are going to entertain me.”

He sighed deeply, wishing he could grind his cock into something. She had positioned the vibrator so that it massaged his prostate and he willed himself to remain motionless, so that Mistress would not see the effect it was having on him and turn it up higher. His eyes watched her as her hand hovered over the table next to him. She idly moved a few items back and forth until she made her selection. Mistress Sasha dangled the nipple clamps in front of him slowly, teasing him with them, letting them brush lightly against his face. As his eyes moved back and forth, he felt almost a hypnotic effect, almost as if he could already feel the clamps grabbing his taunt nipples. Her fingertips lightly played against his nipples arousing them, turning them into hard little peaks for her.

“Good, slut,” she praised him softly as she finally tightened the alligator clamps onto him. He moaned in a wicked mixture of pleasure and pain, his cock twitching wildly, precum oozing from him as his ass was massaged. Mistress was not done with him yet though. She chose a new setting for the vibrator, then she pulled his head up. “Open your mouth for me, slave.”

He suspected what was coming and hesitated for a moment. It was a moment too long for his Mistress and she slapped him. “When I tell you to do something you obey immediately!” she barked at him. He opened his mouth for her.

With a wicked smile she took the nipple clamp chain and placed it in his mouth. “Now keep that in there, slave, and do not pull off those clamps, understood?”

He carefully nodded, closing his mouth around the chain. She patted his head, pleased with her slave, but she needed to test him. “Let’s see if you can obey.” His head was suddenly pulled back, causing the nipple clamps to tighten. He moaned, his body shuddering at the intensity of the clamps, but he kept the chain obediently in his mouth like a good slut. He was still shuddering when she turned up the vibrator a second later. With a laugh she yanked his head back again, and his time he thrashed about just a little as the clamps bit even harder into his nipples. “Now, you are starting to amuse me, slave. Her fingers traced an outline on the engorged tip of his cock and he moaned loudly. Pulling his head back again, she asked, “What’s the matter, slave? Don’t you want to please your Mistress?”

His eyes pleaded with her, but he nodded vigorously just the same, this time, tightening the clamps once more by his own actions.

“Good boy. If you continue to entertain me, I may have use for you other than just to display you.”

He sobbed against the chain, pleasing her. Clearly the idea of merely being an object for her to simply admire drove her slave insane. Standing behind him, she pushed her pussy against his ass, then laid over his body, grinding her nipples into his back. Her breath was hot against his ear. “Just imagine, slave, I could keep you locked up nice and tight in a cage fitted right inside my entertainment console. Or I could chain you to my bedroom wall, all nice and spread out for me to admire. Maybe I could attach you to a pulley in my kitchen, and raise you or lower you according to my whim as I eat dinner. But I would never touch you, slave.”

He shook his head wildly, desperately wanting to beg, but afraid to speak in case he dropped the chain.

Mimicking him, she shook her head along with him. “No? Slave boy doesn’t want that? Then slave boy will have to amuse me.”  When her hands moved across his ass, he lowered his head to the table in relief. When they moved lower and he felt her fasten a parachute on him he did not even whimper. He felt his balls pulled and stretched as she attached weights to the chain, but he accepted them gratefully. Even when she added more weight than he had ever taken in the past, he remained motionless and accepting. Mistress took her crop and slapped at the chain, causing the weights to move back and forth. When he did not react, she added one more weight and slapped at his balls harder. He moaned so quietly she barely heard him. She walked around his prone body, considering. “Do you know what I think, slave?”

He raised his head. She removed the chain from his mouth and began to add weights to the nipple clamps. “What, Mistress?” he asked as he watched her hands fasten on the weights.

“I think you may be a little pain, slut. Is that it, slave? Are you a pain slut?”

“I don’t know, Mistress,” he answered honestly. All he knew was that he would do anything at all to please her.

She circled him again. Her hand found its way to his ass again and she began to stroke it softly, causing his nerves to tingle pleasurably. She stroked him for quite awhile, then she slipped the vibrator out of him, quickly replacing it with a wider butt plug. Next she began to spank him softly with her hand, hard enough to hear the light slapping sound and bring some color to his cheeks, but not yet hard enough to sting. Her free hand started to toy with his cock again as her other continued to spank him in a slow rhythmic motion, subtly harder with each whisper of her hand. He could not help but groan and move against her, his nipples and balls pulled and stretched, his cock ready to explode, his ass warming to her touch.

“Please, Mistress,” he begged.

“Please, what, slave?” She asked, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. For now.

“Please, take me, use me, let me please you, Mistress.”

“Do you know what would please me, slave?”

“No, Mistress. Please tell me.”

She paused a moment as she picked up a light leather paddle. “A nice, hot red ass would please me, slave.”

“Then beat my ass until it pleases you, Mistress. I want to make you happy.”

Letting him see the paddle, she placed the nipple clamp chain in his mouth again, pulling his head back far enough to make him squirm. She held him that way until she decided he had enough, then she pulled the clamps off, causing him to cry out. She shoved a nipple into his mouth to stifle his cry. “Suck my tit, slave. Show me you are worth something to me.”

His eyes gazed up at her as he sucked, using his mouth and tongue to bring her pleasure. She closed her eyes and enjoyed him, moving his head back and forth so that he could please both her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipples slowly as he made sure to arouse each one thoroughly. He pulled each of her full breasts deeply into his mouth, sucking hard. His teeth nibbled lightly at her nipples as he desperately used his mouth to bring his Mistress joy. Hearing her soft sigh of pleasure aroused his already swollen cock and he suckled even harder, trying to show her he knew how to worship her. Her hand moved down to her pussy as she started to play with her clit, but he obediently kept his eyes on her face, concentrating on making her happy. Mistress brought herself to a swift hard climax. She raised her leg and placed her foot on the table near his face. She pulled him from her nipples and pushed his face against her crotch. “You did very well, slave. You seem to have a talented enough tongue and that may be of some use to me. If you pass the rest of my tests tonight, I may allow you to lick my pussy later.”

He inhaled her beautiful scent, wishing he could taste her sweet cum right now. But he knew he had not yet earned that privilege. He breathed deeply, his mouth watering for her as he savored this simple gift she gave him. She allowed him to get his fill of her smell before she cupped his chin with her hand and forced him to look at her. “You do want to belong to me, don’t you slave?”

His eyes looked up at her adoringly, “Yes, Mistress, more than anything. I want to belong to you and be your slave.”

“Good boy.” Slapping the paddle against her hand, she smiled at him. “I am going to give you a chance to make me happy.”

He braced himself for the kiss of the paddle, but once again, she used her hands on him. He moved a little against the restraints knowing that she was preparing him, warming him up to accept his beating. The first sting of the paddle caught him unaware and he jumped against it. This seemed to amuse and arouse her and the next blow was even harder. “Do you like that, bitch?”

He groaned as the paddle moved more rapidly over his ass. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Mmmm…” she touched his skin with her palm. “You are not nearly hot enough, or red enough for me, slave.” Tossing the paddle down, she picked up her crop. She used it against the weights between his legs. “You are hung like a horse, so maybe you should be whipped the same way, slut.” To toy with him, she tapped it across his reddened cheeks, then started to use it as the whip it was meant to be. He moaned and moved against his restraints as she flicked crop from one cheek to another, each touch of it stinging harder than the one before. “Much better, slave, now that ass is getting red for me.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he moaned as his ass started to burn.

She found herself getting aroused as his ass moved against her crop. The more he struggled to get away from it, the more she enjoyed it. “I don’t hear you begging to be my bitch, do I?” She pulled out the butt plug and shoved two of her fingers into his ass.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” he gasped, confused.

“Whore,” she hissed, “I guess you have not suffered enough for me yet.”

“No, Mistress, please! Make me your bitch.”

Her voice was suddenly in his ear, “You don’t want to be my bitch, do you?”

“I do, Mistress, please.”

Clothespins were being attached to his nipples. He cried out loudly and tried to pull away from her, his nipples still sensitive from the clamps. “Behave, slut, you brought this on yourself.”

“How Mistress?” he sobbed.

“You are not doing enough to please me.” She picked up her flogger and shoved the end of it into his mouth. “I’ll give you one more chance, slut. Show me you want to be my bitch. Prove to me that I am not wasting my time with you, slave. Worship this like my cock.”

He obediently bobbed his head up and down on the handle of the flogger, his eyes searching hers, hoping he was satisfying her. She laughed and flicked at the clothespins making him whimper and squirm against his restraints “Do you want my cock, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled against the flogger.

“Then earn it!” She returned her attention to his ass, making the flogger dance over his naked flesh. “Get that ass hot enough for me!”

“Whip me, Mistress, please! Whip me hard enough to earn your cock.”

She used the flogger relentlessly, until his ass twitched and he thrashed against his bondage. “Do I need to make it redder, slave? Tell me what you want!”

“I want to be your bitch, Mistress. I want to be your cock whore. Please, Mistress,” he begged, “Make me your whore.”

 “You want to be my whore?” her voice was stern.

“Yes, Mistress,” he whimpered, his ass on fire.

Suddenly he was being released from the restraints. “Get on your knees, now!” She pointed to the floor. He obediently fell to his knees at her direction. He watched as she stroked her huge cock, “See how hard my cock is for you, slave?”

Even from across the room, he could see how big it was. He trembled at the sight of it knowing that she was going to violate his ass with her monster Mistress cock. “I asked you a question, slut!” her words brought him to attention quickly.

“Yes, Mistress. Your cock is hard for your whore.”

“I want to see your mouth on my cock. I want to see if you know how to suck it like a good bitch. Come on, slut, come and suck your Mistress’s cock. Then I will decide whether or not to fuck you with it.”

He started to get up, but she stopped him with a raised hand. “Crawl like the slut you are.”

Lowering his head, he crawled across the room to her on all fours. “Good boy.”  She tangled her hand in his hair and slapped his face with her cock. She laughed and rubbed it over his face and lips. “Open your mouth, slut. That’s it, take my cock.” She pumped her hips against his face, ramming her cock down his throat. He gagged and tried to pull away, but she held him firm. “Suck it! Worship it!” she demanded. Her laughter rang in his ears. “Look at you, such a fucking little whore, swallowing my cock to the balls.” She pulled his head away. “Now lick it. Lick it like a bitch. Good, slut, lick the underside, mmm….yes….now the tip. Show me how much you love my cock.” She watched him carefully, making sure he fillowed her direction. Her pussy started to throb as she watched his mouth move over her cock. She fucked his face hard then, filling his mouth with cock until she exploded. She shoved his head between her legs. “Now lick up my cum. All of it. Don’t miss a drop.” He lowered his head and lapped at her, making sure he scooped up every bit of her cum with his tongue. He cleaned her pussy and ass making sure he also pleased her as he obeyed. She rubbed her pussy hard against his face and then pulled him away. “My cock is still hard slave.”

Still on his knees, he looked up at her, an obedient pet awaiting his Mistress’s desires. She rubbed her cock over his face again. “Go ahead, bitch, you may suck it again.”

He took it as deep as he could, bobbing his head up and down, wanting to please her, wanting his Mistress to be happy with him. He sucked until he gagged, then he sucked it even harder, his own cock swelling again as she told him what a good cock whore he was. Finally she shoved his face away. “My cock is hungry for my slaves ass now.”

 Without further instruction, he turned and presented his raised ass to her. “Does my ass please you, Mistress?”

She lubed him and slipped two fingers inside him. “It will please me when it takes my cock and I make you my bitch.”

He moaned as she fucked him with her fingers, her other hand on his cock. Suddenly he craved nothing more than her cock claiming him, making him her property. His hips moved back against her fingers, moaning at her touch like a good little slut. “That’s it, bitch, your pussy is almost ready for me. Wiggle that ass for me. Beg me for my cock.”

She slapped his ass with it and he wiggled for her, he moaned as he felt the tip of her cock at his hole. He wanted to belong to her, to be her slave, her slut, her bitch.

“Fuck me, Mistress, please, make me your cock whore.”

Mistress grabbed his hips and plunged her cock inside, “You belong to me now, slave.”