The Club Owner's Troubles

Chapter One-4

These guys wanted to be spanked first, or whipped with a belt or even beaten with a paddle they’d brought along for just that purpose. This wasn’t as exhilarating as kicking them in the balls, but still I found it thrilling beyond all expectation, especially when they wanted to be tied up first, or otherwise humiliated. One guy even paid me to pee in his face! Eventually the word got around that if you wanted something kinky like this I was the girl to see. My natural passion for subjugation made me the ideal partner for these kinds of domination games. Unfortunately the market for this kind of s*x was limited and could never sate my craving for it, much less spare me the necessity of performing as a more traditional hooker. And that’s when serious dissatisfaction first began to plague me.

Beating and humiliating a man was so much more rewarding than even the most impassioned s*x with one! I soon became jaded and resentful in my work, wearying in the endless parade of rich tourists I was forced to service. By this time I was working in the very best clubs, hotels and casinos and earning more money than I could have ever realistically expected. Driven by my ennui, that was then I began plotting to get out of the trade personally, to buy my own club and start raking in some real money. Anything to spare me the effort and indignity of s*x, and accumulate the resources to slake my own bizarre thirsts. This was also when I conceived an even more overriding need, and began harboring dreams of performing a different, ultimate kind of subjugation on a man, one I doubted any would willingly submit to.

I was so sick of being f****d, and even sicker of pretending to enjoy it: faking orgasms to boost the egos of contemptible fools. One night while some slobbering oaf was doing me in the butt (and paying extravagantly for the privilege) I became so resentful I started wondering how he’d like it if I strapped on a dildo and returned the favor for him.

Right away I got the giggles. And before long this thought was recurring every time I had to put up with being f****d. The joke became a serious notion; the notion a fantasy and finally the fantasy grew into an ever-growing obsession. Just because I was sick of being f****d didn’t mean I had to give up on s*x all together after all. I just had to develop a new kind of s*x life, one more fitted to my taste for subjugation. After so many years of being f****d by men, it was time to turn the tables and spend the rest of my life f*****g them instead!

This determination further fueled my drive to excel, and kept me working harder than ever at first establishing my own club and then turning it into the most popular and profitable one on the island – all leading up to the day I could begin living out my maddest fantasies. Well, here that day finally is at last. Here is my precious little virgin slave, kneeling bound before me and filled with a hopelessly ingrained desperate need to please me. c**k-locked for his entire life, utterly ignorant about s*x, ready to be molded however I choose and eager to submit to me in every manner imaginable, he’s actually begging me in the most direct manner seemly for a slave to have my wanton way with him.

Good enough! Eventually I will indulge my tastes for crotch-kicking, genital torture, extreme degradation, bondage, discipline and servitude all I like. But for now a bit of kindness is still in order, as well as expanding Drew’s horizons inconceivably and teaching him all he ever needs to know about s*x. How shall he submit to me? By making my most cherished dreams come true immediately!

Drew

Finally, Mistress Dara emerges from her smiling reverie. Her lovely green eyes are effervescent with excitement as she gazes down at me, and her hand on my head is still toying with my hair. The look of esteem and affection she so generously bestows on me makes my heart swell almost painfully within me. How did I ever deserve such a Mistress? Then she speaks, making my man-thing pulse with that painful, inexplicable, almost maddening urgency.

“You shall submit to me in all kinds of ways, slave. While I’m down here you will cook and clean for me, wait on me, bathe me and slavishly service my body. I will keep you tied up at almost all times, restrained in any number of inventively exciting ways. And of course, I’m going to do an unlimited number of very painful things to you just for the sheer fun of it. But most of all I’m going to use you for my s****l pleasure. And if you’re a good boy, if you keep me happy by performing beautifully and submitting faultlessly to all of this, I will allow you to experience increasing amounts of s****l pleasure yourself along the way.”

I’m not supposed to ask questions. But Mistress has been so unbelievably kind and indulgent of me, and this issue is so pressing and clearly momentous, that I just have to dare it whether it earns me a punishment shock or not.

“But…please, Mistress…what is s****l pleasure?”

Rather than punish my impropriety Mistress Dara laughs gleefully in response.

“Why, s****l pleasure is the best, most exciting and rewarding thing in the world, slave. It is the physical, emotional, and even spiritual ecstasy you get from having s*x. Mistress Nera didn’t lie. You truly have no idea what having s*x is?”

“No, Mistress Dara.”

“Then I will explain, dear boy. s*x consists of genital contact: touching the genitals of another person in any number of ways, and ultimately accepting them inside the various orifices of your body. That’s what’s known as being f****d. f*****g and being f****d is deeply ingrained in us. It is the greatest pleasure we are capable of experiencing. Our bodies are designed and evolved specifically for it. In males for instance the tip of the p***s has the most nerve-endings of any spot in the entire body, making it the most sensitive part of you, and the most responsive to stimulation. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Mistress Dara reaches down and takes the pulsing, protruding, bloated head of my man-thing in her fingers and begins to gently fondle it. Right away the most amazing thing happens! A wave of pleasure more intense than anything I’ve ever felt washes over me. I nearly faint, nearly keel over with the sheer enormity of it. Swaying in place I cry out uncontrollably, my entire p***s-thing raging more adamantly than ever in its tight steel sleeve.

No wonder I’ve always been forbidden to touch myself there, my hands bound firmly away from it whenever I’m unsupervised! I could wallow in literally endless hours of this pleasure, forgetting everything about discipline and duty and the infinite reverence due the sacred women in my life.

Such ecstasies are clearly dangerous to a slave like me. As if in response to this perception Mistress takes her hand away, leaving only a tingling memory (and that mad straining) in place of that brief flood of unbearably exquisite sensation. Gasping and moaning, shivering all over, I look up in astonishment at my incredible owner smiling slyly down at me.

“I take it you enjoyed that. Well that is but the least taste of the s****l pleasure I am capable of bestowing on you, slave. If I wanted to I could rub your p***s with my breasts, kiss it, lick it, suck on it or even take the whole thing into my mouth – or v****a or butt-hole. And some day I just might do that, if you prove worthy of it. So, do you think you can manage to keep me blissfully happy and fulfilled, slave?”

“Absolutely, my beloved goddess!” I emphatically swear from the depths of my stunned disbelief and sudden insane craving for such unimaginable wonders. “I will do whatever it takes! I am your humbly suffering servant for all eternity!”

“Good!” Mistress grins smugly at me. She takes her hand from my head and turns to a nearby rack. “In that case, prepare to have your mind truly blown. You and I are going to skip the foreplay and proceed straight to having s*x right now. Stand up and step out of that box. Move carefully now: there are wheels under you and if you fall I won’t catch you.”

Oh, my goddess! Can she truly be serious? The way my head is spinning with possibilities makes safely navigating my way out of that packing crate and off the little dolly it sits on challenging indeed, especially with my arms still bound behind me. I manage okay though. Looking up from my feet then I see that even with her high heeled boots Mistress Dara is a couple of inches shorter than me – though her amazingly lush, rounded body is surely much heavier. As she turns back she’s holding an inch-wide silver-studded collar and attached leash in her hand. Both the collar and the loop at the end of the shiny steel chain connecting them are of the same gleaming white leather as those inexplicably exciting boots. She fits the ball-gag back into my mouth and buckles it tight. Then she buckles that collar snugly about my throat and slips her hand into the loop.

“Come, my wonderfully naïve young virgin. Generally I will brutally f**k you while you are restrained in one of these punishment devices. But for your initial deflowering, and my first ever slut-boy f*****g, we must use the bed I’ve provided for us. I’ve been waiting a very long time for this and so have you, Drew, though you may not have known it until now. Follow me!”

Mistress sets off across the vast floor, leading me on that five-foot tether. My brain awhirl with excitement as I try to imagine what incredible ecstasies I’m going to be gifted with next I hurry after her. The gleaming black tile underfoot is hard and cold on my bare soles. We pass by all manner of arcane apparatus, then my amazingly large cage, the kitchen and bathroom facilities. At last we reach that mirrored alcove, where the hard tile is taken over by a deep plush rug like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I’ve never been on a bed either or used a pillow. When Mistress Dara pulls me up onto the former I’m astounded all over again at its unbelievably sumptuous comfort. She draws me on into the middle of this, where she piles up a couple of the latter. Then she pushes me down over these. With that my lowered face is nestled into thick silky fur, my chest, belly and crotch are resting upon and raised ever higher by the slick cushy pillows and my buttocks are jutting up highest of all. She spreads my legs wide apart. Leaving my bulging testicles tied all about Mistress unknots that rope from my bound wrists and lets it fall away from my ass. Then kneeling behind me she again gently caresses my throbbing p***s head, giggling as I gasp and cry out wildly into the gag, writhing uncontrollably. At last she withdraws her fingers, leaving me panting and whimpering and squirming with by far the worst excitement of my life.

“Sit tight, slave. In just a minute I will bless you beyond all comprehension by having s*x with you. Then you will truly begin to appreciate how much your formerly sheltered existence has changed for the better!”

Moaning helplessly, my heart racing as my toes curl involuntarily and my p***s pulses and strains with an indescribably maddening pain, I twist my face so that I can see Mistress’ endlessly repeating and receding reflections in the mirrors to either side. Then an excitement I thought could climb no higher suddenly skyrockets as my new mistress proceeds to peel off her tight white dress, revealing her unquestionably divine body to me from the boots up.

How can I possibly relate the effect of this sight on me? I have never seen a naked woman before. With no experience I have only genetic programming to guide me. And this lady is the ultimate icon of all that is desirable. Her breasts are enormous. Her n*****s must be a hundred times the size of mine! The aureoles are as big around as a coffee cup! The peg-like tips centered on those pebbly brown cones are the length and thickness of the last knuckle of my thumb! Yet for sheer insane fascination nothing can compete with the simple slit at the center of her prodigious hips.